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wide eyes (cherry pies).
featuring. kobeni higashiyama/reader
word count. 1.07k
content. gender-neutral reader, kissing, intoxication, kobeni-typical crying, reader is kobeni's boss but no power dynamics, thorough consent checks, no smut but EXTREMELY suggestive, love confessions.
notes. this is an 18+ blog. minors and ageless blogs do not interact, you will be blocked.
The hand with your key had shaken trying to unlock the door to your apartment.
It might've been the nerve, or the drink, or the fact that Kobeni had stuffed her face into the crook of your neck, breathing hard and fast, her hands pawing at the back of your suit jacket, squirming like a kitten.
Regardless, they're not shaking now.
The moment the both of you stumble through the cramped parlour and kitchenette to the bedroom, dimly lit with orange string-lights and a salt lamp petulantly aglow in the corner, Kobeni is on you with a vigour you see from her once in a blue moon and always on the field. She's slightly... damp, from sweat or rain or drool or just whatever keeps her perpetually sustained in a state of unspooling anxiety, but her strong fingers have a grip on your blazer, tugging it off like it had offended her.
"S-slow—" you manage to gasp out before she reaches up to kiss you again, fast and needy, parting her lips to lick into your mouth and you groan. "Beni," you pant between breaks for air. "Ben, Beni—"
She whines when you grip her narrow shoulders and push her down, bracketing her fast with your strength. When she peers up at you, your brain flatlines a little; her usual flouncy ponytail has unravelled, leaving two scarlet clips adrift in a wave of messy brunette hair, and it frames a face scarlet with blush from cheekbone to jawline. Her lips are red, full as candy apples, wet with spit, her dark brows knitted up, her dark eyes big and deep and starving.
She makes a needy noise, tries to lean in to kiss you again, but you manage to force her back down.
"Just—just lemme breathe a minute, babe," you pant out. Kobeni goes painfully redder and nods. "Alright. Okay. Look, we've both had a little to drink. Are you sure—"
"Yes," she blurts out, before you've even finished the question. "Th—I mean—that's the only reason I f-feel brave enough to..." Her voice wilts a little, but you can suddenly feel your pulse in your skull.
"Kobeni," you say, lowly. "I... overheard you talking with Himeno a week back. I know you... you haven't done this before. I just want to make sure you want—I mean, that you know what you want. With me, of all people."
Kobeni's eyes fill with tears. "I—I only want you," she hiccups. "I m-mean... God, this is so embarrassing, but I—ever since I got assigned to you, and working under you, I mean, oh, I'm messing this up but I j-just..."
"Breathe, dove," you murmur, and—trusting her to stop jumping you like she's springlocked—move your hands to cup her face. She burns beneath your touch, eyes pools of ink staring urgently up at you. "You're not messing anything up, 'kay? I just need to make sure here. I'm not some kinda scummy boss. I—I care about you. That's half the fuckin' problem, I mean—fuck. I don't want you to regret this. That's all. Okay?"
Kobeni sniffles. "I won't. I've always... it's all I've b-been thinking about. I—every night. And tonight, going out, I thought I was being annoying, clinging to you like I did b-but now we're here and—and I'm so close, please don't send me away." She hiccups pathetically. "I, mm. I love you. I love you."
Something presses down on your chest like a weight, compressing your heart into your ribcage. And you love her too, you love her too, so you lean forwards and kiss the tear tracks on her face whilst she huffs and squirms, craning her neck; her wet lips brush yours once, twice before she makes a whiny noise of desperation and you finally bring her in.
She's jittery, switching between being too enthusiastic and freezing up—presumably because she has no idea what to do. But at least she's moving slower now, satiated apparently by getting her feelings off her chest, and she lets you guide her this time.
"On the bed," you murmur against her lips. "If you're sure."
Kobeni nods frantically, clambering upon your mattress so eagerly that the sheets tangle around her. You bite back a giggle at the sight of her, sitting on her haunches like a dog awaiting its owners return.
"Tell me, okay?" you reiterate as you start undoing your shirt of your own admission; it slips off your shoulders, and Kobeni squeaks, eyes tracking your every moment like it's the last thing she'll ever see. Lamplight glints in the onyx of her eyes. "Kobeni. You can stop whenever. Whatever you're comfortable with. I need you to tell me what to do, how far you wanna go. Okay? You hear me?"
"Y-yes," she whimpers. "I, um..." Her hands wring together, eyes averting into her lap. "I want to... I don't know. I want... you to... t-touch me?"
"That's a start," you agree mildly. "How about we start smaller, though... you wanna take your shirt off?"
Her cheeks burn, but she nods, shaky hands moving to untuck her shirt from her slacks and start on the buttons. Pale skin slices down the middle, adorned with a worn, plain black bra. It looks like it's been through the washer two dozen times—you know Kobeni sends most of her paycheck home to her family. She must not be able to afford luxuries.
You could buy her one. Not in a weird way, like an old geezer sending lace thongs to his twenty-something secretary, obviously. Just... something that doesn't look like it's held together by two threads.
Kobeni covers the exposed skin. "Sorry," she mumbles, and you realise with a lurch you've been staring in silence. "I know I'm not—y-you're probably used to more—"
"Don't think that," you interrupt, walking over and slotting yourself between her legs. The fabric of her slacks strains against her thighs, and she stares up at you, slack-jawed, starry-eyed, alight with blush. "You're so gorgeous," you murmur. "So—the second you walked into my office, oh my god. Haven't been able to get you outta my head. Do I sound creepy? You can tell me if I do."
She shakes her head wildly. "N-no! Me too! I—like you said, the second I walked in—and you've been so kind. Nobody's ever..." Her lower lip trembles. "I really love you. Sorry. I love you."
"I love you too," you murmur, and swoop in to touch her.
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Outcast // Hayakawa Aki x GN! Reader Fluff
Warnings: None. Sfw. Focuses on Aki and reader’s healthy relationship. Story note: This is before Power and Denji moved into his apartment and when Himeno was alive.
————- Note: I'M CRINGING SO HARD AT THIS ALREADY- ;_; ahem. Anyways, no manga spoilers or spoilers past season one are here. So Anime onlys are completely safe. :)
I randomly got motivation to do this since it is a shower thought I had. Fictional character brain rot, am I right? I don’t know if this is considered a full on fic but more of a one-shot. Hope you enjoy. This is my first time writing on Tumblr (or a full on one-shot in general lol) so yeah. Hope it isn't too bad, if you want you can give tips in comments. ^^
Ended up being a bit longer than I thought, it was fun writing even though I struggled a bit at times to be happy with the dialogue and stuff. May edit a bit (cough cough a lot) more.
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Another month, another day.
Nighttime had overtaken the skies as you hear your co-workers laughing and enjoying themselves. They're all having fun, no worries whatsoever.
You were invited by Himeno to go out and drink. To have some fun for a bit. To let go of reality for a bit. The harsh reality of devils and lives constantly being robbed of innocent people.
It was a successful mission, so you were at the ramen restaurant watching your colleagues get drunk off of alcohol. It smelled like sweat and alcohol in the air, as you quietly sat there at a table not speaking to anyone.
In all seriousness, you didn’t really want to come. You would much rather stay home in your comfort area. You mainly came for two reasons: one being that you didn't want to decline Himeno's offer and seem a bit rude. You were starting to run out of excuses to not come. Second, being that you didn’t want to be the only outcast who didn’t come to a meeting where your co-workers are supposed to celebrate and forget about worries. All in bliss, getting high off of alcohol, escaping from reality.
You chose a chair where not too much people were as their laughs kept echoing. You sat somewhere to at least make you seem a bit included. You didn't drink any alcohol. You weren't a big fan of some. Certain drinks to you tasted disgusting in your opinion, and you didn't know how someone like Himeno could drink it raw.
You tried to peer your eyes at anything in an attempt at trying to ease the awkwardness of not having anyone to speak to. You didn't want to make it obvious you felt left out. If you were being honest, you felt like an outcast, like you weren’t really as included as some other workers are. Nobody tried to talk to you. And if they would do other activities, you'd be at home. Uninvited.
Or if you were invited, you barely spoke to anyone. If someone would reserve seats in a restaurant for the entire division, you would be the the person who is most likely to have been forgotten. Leading you to then be forced to eat at another table away from everyone else. Either that or if you do sit with many others, you'd be there in silence. Only occasionally speaking as you watch everyone else chat away, carefree. Having fun, getting high, getting that spark in their chest when they find someone they really enjoy talking to, and enjoying their time there in general.
So in conclusion, you felt like an outcast to others. Some people would only occasionally speak to you, only to stop speaking to you again. You barely knew anyone of them outside of work.
Well, except for one person that is.
Hayakawa Aki. Professional Aki. Known for being number one devil hater. The man whose family was robbed of him. The man who was forced to grow up too early in his life.
The Gun Devil obviously impacted everyone. Including you. So you couldn’t help but sympathize with him. At least some people who got affected had somebody. Whether it was an aunt, uncle, grandparent…While for Hayakawa, he had nobody. He had always blamed himself for his brother’s death. You knew that since you’ve known him for a while now. He always has blamed himself ever since that day.
November 18th, 10:00 am.
The Gun Devil would arrive and hit Japan for 26 seconds.
Deaths: 57,912.
United States: 124 seconds, 548,012 deaths.
China: 37 seconds, 316,932 deaths.
Soviet Union: 210 seconds, 155,302 deaths.
India: 15 seconds, 29,950.
Canada: 7 seconds, 8,481 deaths.
Mexico: 2 seconds, 6,088 deaths.
Hawaii: 0.4 seconds, 780 deaths.
In about five minutes, the Gun Devil managed to rob almost 1.2 million people of their lives.
New laws were enforced, orphanages began to overflow with desperate children and teenagers alike, kids, adults, grandparents, teachers, nearly everyone alike was impacted by the Gun Devil.
Hayakawa Aki, the man who deep down is filled with sorrow, anger, and guilt.
You remembered all of that. Felt a bit of sorrow, pity, and guilt in your gut for him and other victims, as a familiar face you began to notice was standing in a corner.
You couldn't help but feel yourself light up a bit. It was an opportunity. At least someone you know is there. At least someone who you know personally is there instead of being alone awkwardly, barely knowing anyone. You then stood up, and begin to wave to him, being careful not to be too loud to the point other workers would notice you. But just enough to get his attention. He noticed your hand, as his eyes met yours and he began to walk to you. Suit tied perfectly, hair tied in a topknot, eyes darting onto you.
Mister Hayakawa. Number one devil hater. The one who is supposedly cold on the outside.
As he walked toward you, you lightly smiled as he breathed in a cigarette.
“Aki- how are you?”
You were desperate to find someone to talk to by this point. You felt like an outcast at times as stated. Barely anyone talked to you at the moment and before. You couldn't help but feel alone at times. Every time you'd met up for the division to hang out and have fun it'd be the same. You would just be silent and ponder why you even decided to come.
Aki was the only one you knew well in that division. He was the only one who attempted to talk to you. The one who you could sometimes notice smiling in your presence.
Aki, the one you can go to to vent your problems.
Aki, the one who even bothers to ask how you are.
Aki, the one who speaks ever so politely to people that deserve it. Especially you.
Hayakawa Aki, the one who is always concerned for your safety despite what people say. Hayakawa Aki, the one who treats your wounds if you injure yourself. Hayakawa Aki, the one who you can always go to for comfort. The one you trust…
You were broken out of your train of thought, when he responded.
“I’m fine for now, thank you. I hope everything is going well for you.”
“It’s going fine so far- just glad to see you here so I can have someone to talk to. Better than just sitting there alone, am I right?”
He raised an eyebrow slightly.
“Hm? Don’t you have anyone else who talks to you here? You seem easy to get along with. I'm sure there's someone other than me.”
“Yeah, well…”
You couldn’t help but feel a flutter when he said you were, “easy to get along with.” Did he mean it? Cold devil hater Mister Hayakawa, calling someone easy to get along with? How nice. How surprising it’s you out of all people.
“I don’t really have any, close ones here y’know? I mean…Nobody really tried to reach out to me except for you. Or at least not as much.”
He lightly took a puff of his cigarette, when he spoke again.
“I see.”
You couldn’t help but notice a bit of pity in his eyes. Like he felt a bit, bad for you in a way? It was very hard to notice. But you can swear he at least feels a tiny bit of pity for you. A bit of empathy.
Aki empathizes with you. He remembers what it was like alone. Having to recover his family’s cold and lifeless bodies. Or at least what was left. They didn’t even look human. They looked like cold mannequins disguised as humans. No life in their eyes. He remembers the cold air and numb feeling he felt in his chest. He doesn't even know how to describe it.
He remembers being frozen in fear as he felt indescribable emotions during that time. A bit of denial when he first saw his house get blown away. Trying to process what just happened to not only him, but the entire world. Fear, anger, sorrow, guilt…
He felt alone. Like an outcast, perhaps? Nobody was there. That was something that hit him like a rock. Something he had absolutely no choice but to accept. No aunts, uncles, grandparents, no nothing.
He remembers coming to the realization that he truly was alone. Lonely, is the right word perhaps. Over time, he didn’t feel anything to it anymore as he first did. He was now numb. He felt nothing. Empty, perhaps. He was used to that feeling now. As stated, he became numb.
He has been used to waking up, going to work, and in hopes of getting closer to achieving his goal of revenge to soothe all of the anger and sadness he has. He just felt a bit...empty. Perhaps.
He lived for nothing but revenge. Anger, hate, sadness, guilt.
He’d wake up every day in his empty apartment. It was the same cycle every day since the Gun Devil.
Wake up, go to work, come home, sleep, repeat.
Wake up, go to work, come home, sleep, repeat.
Wake up…go to work, come home, sleep, repeat…
Revenge. That was his only purpose. Nothing else. Repeat the same cycle every day and hope to get closer to his goal as stated. Hope to soothe the pain. Hope to get peace by revenge.
Afterall, he had nobody. So why should he care about anyone or anything else?
Although, there was one exception.
Someone that feels just as lonely as him at times. Someone that sits alone at gatherings, such as this one. Barely talking to anyone. Someone who can listen to him. Comfort him. Support him. Just as much as he does to other’s. Almost as much as to how he doesn't hesitate to pull out his sword to save a life. Almost as much as how with each stab or usage of the blade reduces his lifespan with every time he tears a devil's flesh.
Aki cries, you and Himeno know that.
Even if it is just a partner he has known for a bit or a rookie, he cries. He cares.
Aki, whose heart deserves so much more.
Aki, who is deep down one of the most empathetic and caring man you've ever known.
Aki, who’d cry over your death.
Aki, who would do anything to protect you even if he won’t admit how much you mean to him…
Sometimes, he might even think when he sees you that he might have something in his life other than revenge, anger, sorrow, guilt, or the same cycle for once.
Maybe, instead of going through the same endless and empty cycle, it was pretty fun to talk to you.
The day got a bit more fun whenever he talked to you. It was just recently he noticed that. He'd feel something whenever he would see the way you enjoy talking to him. Whether it was him telling you how ridiculous you can be, whether it was about devils, whether it is him venting his frustrations...
To see you smile, laugh, and to know you enjoyed it just as much. You were so grateful to how he was one of the few, no, the only one who reached out to you in and outside of work.
Aki, the one who tries to include you even in gatherings like these. The one who at least tries to speak to you if he sees you're alone in gatherings. All so that you don't get the saame feeling he gets when he's alone.
Aki, who makes the places where you're usually an outcast, left out in conversations, kind of fun.
Back at the present, you were there in your chair. The air smelling like alcohol, beer, and sweat. Aki stood there. His tall figure looking over you. Analyzing you.
That’s when you realized he has been standing this whole time.
It was a long mission, his legs must be sore and tired. You notice the bandage over his arm due to him donating some skin to the fox devil. He deserves a rest. A whole break honestly. A whole break from this miserable life in general. From this sorrowful world. A world where he could be happy and have a life purpose that isn’t revenge. Aki, who deserves so much more...
It comes to your mind to offer a seat to Aki.
“Oh, you’ve been standing a lot, haven’t you?”
“I guess so.”
“Here.”
You get up, and slide the chair out a bit.
You see he gets a bit confused as you pull the chair out, that's when you explain.
“You can have my seat.”
He gets a bit caught off guard by the sudden gesture. A nice act of kindness to him. He then begins to politely decline, not wanting to take your seat.
“Hm? It’s fine. I’m alright with standing. Thank you for the offer though.”
“Nono, you need a break, Aki. You really should...relax for once. You’ve been through a lot. And we got out of that mission barely alive. We don't even know if we'll survive the day tomorrow...So because of that,"
"can I at least offer you a seat, Mister Hayakawa?”
Been through a lot.
Been through a lot is an understatement.
For a while, he’s had nobody and his only life purpose was revenge.
Yet hear you are, concerned for him. Caring for his life. Even though you know his lifespan has been shortened due to the curse devil, you are still there with him. He gets baffled when he thinks about it. Someone as kind and sweet as you nurturing him. Listening to him. Even if he can't even owe you a full life if he survived. But yet, here you are still wanting him to relax. Offering him a seat. Comforting him. Smiling at him. Talking to him outside of work. Being concerned for him...
You’re a pretty damn good person, he thinks.
Just the way your eyes light up when you talk to him. The way they light up when you get really into conversations with him. That spark in your chest. The way you act that way around him.
He’d pretend to be annoyed by you at times. By your ridiculous conversations at times. Mister perfect Hayakawa. Always so professional. But deep down, he can’t deny it.
You’re adorable.
He gets out of his thoughts about you, about your pretty face. The one he could never bring himself to hurt or insult. When he is about to speak again to politely decline once again, you begin to slide his body down onto the chair stand up.
He gets a bit caught off guard when your arms go onto him. A flutter goes off in his chest as he realizes your skin is touching his.
“Please, let me, Mister Hayakawa.”
You lightly smile at him when your eyes meet his.
Mister Hayakawa. He’d pretend to be annoyed by the childish nickname you gave him just to tease him, however he can’t help but lightly smile at your childish teasing's. How you are always more cheerful around him. Especially when he tries to include you in conversations he notices you're left out in. He can't help but find it cute with how comfortable you are with him.
As he gets forced to sit down, you begin to walk away to maybe try and find another seat or a comfortable place to stand. But that’s when you feel a hand on your arm, ushering you down.
“Since there’s one seat, we’ll make it work.”
“Wait- hu-“
You get extremely caught off guard, when he drags you down onto the chair until you’re on his lap.
“Wait- Aki- wha-?“
“There’s one chair here, isn’t there?”
“How about we both sit here. It works. Doesn’t it?”
Your eyes widen a bit, extremely flustered and caught off guard. You did not expect that at all. Especially from Aki out of all people.
“Aki I’m going to crush you-“
“I’m fine. I can handle you sitting on my lap.”
You’re holding back your weight to not crush him, you're tensed up and incredibly flustered at him suddenly offering you on his lap. You look at him, a bit shocked. As he continues smoking his cigarette non-challantly like it's nothing.
You get even more caught off guard when he has his arms go onto your back and stomach, trying to straighten your posture.
Since when did he get so bold? You wonder.
When did he get so handsome? So charming?
“Straighten your posture a bit, bad posture can cause back pain. I don't want your back being sore on the next mission.”
“R-right…”
You swear you can hear him lightly chuckle as you’re on his lap. On how flustered you are. This is unlike him. Very unlike him. He's a sweet and empathetic man deep down. You know that. However this is in public, in front of others, where anyone can see.
However, this one time, perhaps he doesn’t care.
He wants you to be included. To not be like him when he was alone. Cold, empty, going through the same endless meaningless cycle in hopes for magically finding happiness one day.
Aki empathizes with you, Aki would always understand your emotions no matter what. Whatever happens, he'd always be as understanding as he possibly could with you.
“Aki, are you sure this is oka-“
“I’m the one who offered you on my lap, didn’t I?”
You nod, when his hands go to your shoulders to massage it. He tries to get you to relax, noticing how tense you are.
"You should relax, being tensed up can also cause soreness."
Because of those words, you begin to ease up a bit. You feel your body slowly stop being tense. And you swear you hear Aki chuckle about how flustered you are.
You’re cute. He thinks to himself.
A few minutes go by, and you and Aki begin to have some small talk. Some parts of the conversation about devils, how work is going, life, advice for outside of work…
For the first time in this gathering, you genuinely smile and laugh with him. As Aki looks at you, he notices you have that spark in your eye. The feeling you get when you're really enjoying a conversation with someone. That feeling in your chest. Like a fire being lit up and the flames burning. That great feeling. And if you're being honest, you can tell Aki feels the same.
Aki, the man you can always trust to be your therapist. The one who would wipe your tears if you cried. The one who calms you down. Helps you relax. You, the one Aki is empathetic towards. The one who Aki trusts to talk to. The one he can vent to. The few he wouldn't mind crying in front of.
You continue chatting instead of drinking. Him chuckling at some of your funny or weird retorts. You're still on his lap. Which in your opinion, is a lot more fun than getting high off of beer and alcohol as an escapism from reality.
Perhaps this night was a bit fun after all.
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. yes reader is quirky and not like the others ik. 😩✋🏻
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𝙈𝙊𝙍𝙉𝙄𝙉𝙂 𝙎𝙀𝙓 ☆ ݁ ⋆
- What it's like to wake up next to your loving boyfriend.
Content warnings: Overstimulation, breeding, cnc
Men who appreciate every day they get to wake up to your gorgeous face and just love sharing a bed with you overall. Making sure your pussy is easily accessible to him at all times.
Every morning, the only thought that plagues his mind is your tank top stuck to your skin, exposing your nipples, the flush of your ass against your lacy panties, and the desperate look on your face when you wake up. It gives him a throbbing urge to sink his cock into your pussy.
He’d start with his hands wandering everywhere. from his arms wrapped around your waist to gripping your ass and rubbing you through your panties.
Pulling them to the side to reveal your wet pussy. The feeling of his cock teasing your folds before he slides his cock in makes you whimper.
He can’t help but groan when your juices flow out as he pushes inside of you. You're just so wet. He loves fucking you from the side because it only makes his thrust deeper, hitting your spot every time.
He tries to silence your cries by shoving his tongue down your throat as you babble and whine about how you can't take much more. Your eyes are filling with pleasurable tears, and your mouth is welling with drool from overstimulation from the way the head of his cock hits your sweet spot nonstop.
He rubs small circles onto your clit, ass swaying from the sheer force of his hips. He begins to get so lost in the feeling of your pussy that he fucks you till he can’t stop. Fucking you through your orgasm His head is in the crook of your neck as he groans at the feeling of you clenching down on his overly sensitive tip.
After what feels like hours, you're reaching back to grip his hair, eyes rolled back. Just begging for him to fill you up again.
Suguru Geto , Choso Kamo, Yuta Okkotsu, Aki Hayakawa, Renji Abarai, Reno Sinclar
Work of: Paige, do not copy.
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Could you do denji and itadori with a reader who is insecure about their body? Fem or gn please
a/n : Hello! thank you so much for requesting! I will be trying to answer/ make more fics but it might take awhile since its almost exam week D;
DENJI & ITADORI w/ an insecure genderneutral! reader
HEADCANONS + ONESHOT
warning(s) : nothing!
⋆౨ৎ˚⟡.• Itadori Yuuji
so basically, you and yuuji are dating he loves you so much! he praises you everyday and makes sure you are healthy!
he loves to cuddle you and tell you that everything is alright and you guys just fall asleep together
yuuji always hypes you up when you try out a new clothing style that you have been wanting to try out!
yuuji is defo the type of guy thats "my s/o can wear whatever they want, i can fight" type of guy
It was a sunday morning, you and yuuji had decided to go shopping for clothes to an upcoming christmas party that gojo had set up. You had been thinking to try out a new style in awhile since you have been seeing it in social media and you wanted to add more clothing variety to your closet. "hey yuuji, can we go and try out some clothes on this store? i have been wanting to try out something new but i think i won't look good in it.." you tugged on the hem of his shirt and turned you head to look at him. "of course we can! but honestly, i think you have a great sense of fashion and you'll look good in anything so don't worry too much!" he kissed your forehead and assured you to not worry too much which has made you feel relieved and confident to try out the new style that you have wanting to try out. You and yuuji had walked in to the store and they staff had assisted the both of you. You started to go to the fitting room and try out the clothes that you had picked out and you looked at your own reflection at the mirror. You looked at your own reflection and you can't wait to see yuuji's reaction to your new style that you've tried out. You went out of the dressing room and yuuji literally ran up to you and hugged you and started praising you. "babe you look so good! i knew that you would style it perfectly!" you giggled at his antics and you guys proceeded to check out while holding eachothers hands.
⋆౨ৎ˚⟡.• denji hayawaka
you're probably denji's first actual serious relationship and he loves you so much to the point that whenever he wakes up in the morning that you're the person he always tries to find in the morning
when you tell him about your insecurities, i just kind of gets confused because 'why?' he dosen't get why you're insecure of your body cuz he literally loves everything about you but he dosen't question it
he will become your personal hype man and tell how amazing you look
if you're insecure about gaining weight, he will give you your favorite snacks where the nutritional facts are crossed out and there would be a little note that says "hi babe! take a lil break ok? i love you" attached to it, you laugh at the messy handwriting to it but also appreciate his actions
overall, denji would do anything to make you happy and distract you from the thoughts of feeling insecure
You and denji were just chilling on a friday night, you guys just finished eating dinner and you both were cuddling by the couch while watching whatever gameshow thats playing on the tv, the silence was comforting and you guys enjoyed each others embrace. "you know i really love you right?" denji said randomly while turning his head to look at you. "yes denji, i'm aware" you placed a kiss on his cheeks while playing with his hair. "honestly, i think i don't get to say how much i appreciate you cause i think im not that good at words but i just wanna say that i love every part of you." he kissed you by the lips. The both of you just stayed quiet the whole night and you feel appreciated and happy. The both of you cuddled and fell asleep and woke up by the morning.
#chainsaw man#chainsaw man denji#chainsawman#denji x reader#denji x you#jjk#jjk x reader#csm x reader#jujutsu kaisen#jjk yuuji#yuuji itadori#itadori yuuji x reader#itadori yuuji x you#itadori yuuji#yuuji x reader#fluff#jjk fluff#headcanon#oneshot#jjk x you
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can i request top denji x bottom amab reader? :3
Never Better.
Denji x Male Reader
-headcanons, Drabble (not concise oneshot), nsfw, sub!top Denji, dom!bott Reader, older reader (few years), male anatomy mentions, fluff, smut
-I decided on a whim to combine these both, sorry if these were from two different anons!
Denji, notoriously known for liking women etc etc but how would he be in a relationship with someone older, let alone a guy?
-he’s nervous and worried about most sorts of intimacy. Never having quite the proper introduction or any good experiences with it, without a shadow of a doubt he has no clue how to progress in a relationship.
-patience. Patience, love, care, understanding is what is needed by him to feel comfortable in pursuing any form of relationship.
-You being older wasn’t a deterrent for him, especially to his inner selfishness, you were a stable and established person. Trustworthy, could take care of him, and you knew more about this crazy world that surrounded him and acted as a caring guide. Holding his hand through all the triumphs and defeats he’s experienced and will continue to experience.
With that being said, he is adamant about not being the one ‘taking it’- but he also has no idea what giving entails. His knowledge goes as far as what he’s read or seen in porn magazines or heard of in movies and shows.
He isn’t stupid, he isn’t naive, he’s just confused is all. Too worried to hurt you, too scared to hurt himself, he’s just a guy that needs a lot of reassurance and guidance.
Being in a relationship means he’s found a form of stability in you. Being his rock and saving grace from the chaos in his day to day is a big task and he knows it- being there for him to hug and kiss is more than he could’ve ever envisioned for himself. Someone that cares, a person he can fall back on in moments where it’s all too much.. ruining it with being bad in bed is a waking nightmare for him, he’s heard all the stories of perfect relationships crumbling away because of it.
“Are you sure? I don’t want to push you.”
His heart would feel like it stopped beating. Seeing you above him and ready to take the plunge in becoming one with him is immensely emotional to him- which is big. He’d only recently really grasped what it meant to have some form of pleasant bonding with others and while you were part of his life years down the line.. romance and genuine love for him was new.
You wanted to let him have a choice. Let him be vocal in what he wanted. When he was able to vocalize wanting to have sex with you that was when you melted the boundaries he had built up for his own protection.
He knew with you being a bit older that you’d obviously been with other people but they couldn’t have been given this level of care right? Not something he could dwell on while you bounced on him- his own whines and whimpers under the new sensations fogging his mind that wasn’t ever really clear.
Until he met you.
When he’s with you, he felt clarity.
He could be gentle, he could truly want and need, and he knew they would be fulfilled one way or another.
—
You held him close, he was whimpering with tears pricking at the corner of his eyes. New love bites marking his collarbone and shoulder.
Praising him every step of the way, your hands undid his belt and pants before taking his member into your hand- gently pumping it, watching his face contort into needy satisfaction.
“You’re doing so well Denji, good boy.”
He nodded, laying back and letting you take care of him. You told him what you were doing, what you were going to do, and how it was going to be done. Allowing him to put a stop at any point, making sure he knew what was going on and keeping check to see if he liked it.
And he loved it.
Your warm hands enveloped him perfectly, letting out a satisfied groan when you licked up his shaft and kissed at his oozing tip.
It wasn’t long until you hovered above him, already prepped for him.
“Ready?”
He nodded, weak hands going to your waist and gripping the soft flesh of your hips.
Aligning his dick to your ass, you slowly slid onto him- filling yourself out nicely and letting him bottom out inside of you.
With his inexperience, he was all too sensitive and easy to unload. He wanted to learn to last longer and have some form of control over his body.
You’d teach him that.
Waiting patiently for his blush to subside and his muscles to relax, you gently rocked your hips and kissed his lips. Eagerly, he returned the kiss with light moans and pants at the tiny bit of friction from your rocking hips.
Nights like these would last anywhere from an hour to all night. It was full of love and care, learning to love each-other in a patient way.
—
Dates.
He was shy, you didn’t push him all too much but he wanted to be seen with you and know he had a claim on you.
His sweaty hand clasped with yours, the two of you set out into town for some shopping and food.
Denji always felt bad for being so broke, in the earlier days of talking with you he took whatever you wanted to give him- knowing it wouldn’t break your bank or really be money you missed- but with him getting serious with you he wanted to be more mindful of your spending. Deeming his little expenses to be too much, but you wanted to give him the simple spoils regardless of how often he whined about such frivolous acts.
You were older than him and he didn’t want to be seen as a brat, a gold digger, or a child needing to be cared for. He was your boyfriend, hopefully a life partner at this point, so he wanted to be viewed as such.
Even if the gap wasn’t that large, the states in life that the two of you were in were almost like separate worlds. Sure, you’d excelled a lot sooner than he even found his footing and he was by all means quite behind others his age.. he still wanted to feel like he contributed something..
You reassured him that he did enough. That he was enough. Not wanting more than him to succeed in what he wished, for him to be okay in his own skin, and to be by his side was all you asked of him. You knew of his circumstances and where he came from, long talks he had and confided in you his internal feelings, how he dealt with what had happened to him.. as much as he felt like a burden he knew that you never viewed him as such.
You loved him,
He could only wish to give you as much as you gave to him. Make you as happy as you made him. He wanted to be enough.
#denji x male reader#denji x reader#csm x male reader#csm x reader#chainsawman x male reader#chainsaw man x male reader#chainsaw man x reader#sub denji#male oneshots#hcs#headcanons
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"Heavenly Chainsaw Delusion Man" by @dzj00370
Original comic on Twitter
#chainsaw man#tengoku daimakyou#heavenly delusion#oneshot manga#crossover comic#magical translators releases
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(Skitter art by @cactusfantastico on Deviantart!)
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CSM AVENTIO AU short snippet
"Doctor," Aventurine says, as they stand there on their apartment balcony together. "What is your opinions on humans?"
"Where is this coming from?" Ratio scoffs, leaning on the railings. His irises widen, almost like a cat's, adjusting to the dark. His horns peak slightly out of his hair. He yawns, and with the light that Aventurine's lighter casts on their balcony, he can catch the way Ratio's fangs glint.
"Curiosity," Aventurine replies, and pulls out his next cigarette, placing it in front of the awaiting flame. It comes to life immediately, and he inhales it, then exhales, watching the smoke from his cigarette fade away into the dying night's sky.
"If you wish to know what I have already stated multiple times," Ratio says, "I think most humans are mediocre. They do not think for themselves. Their critical thinking skills.. gone." He glances at Aventurine's cigarettes. "Stop smoking. It'll kill you, eventually."
"Ah-ah-ah," Aventurine laughs, tilting his head back when he does. He then takes another drag. "That's the point, Doc."
"You are destroying yourself," Ratio observes, his gaze analytical.
The devil hunter grins.
The fiend stares back.
"Of course I'm destroying myself," he says. "It's a key human trait."
"I take back my observation from earlier," Ratio says instead, perfectly impassive, and yet, Aventurine can see the way his teeth grind together in the dim lighting. "Most humans are mediocre, but you are a self-sacrificial idiot."
"You've got me all figured out, don't you?" Aventurine asks with a wide, wide smile. It feels fake. It's like molten plastic on his face.
"No," Ratio replies. "I will figure you out, though."
"Good luck, fiend." It feels like a challenge. This is Aventurine's bet. He is a man of good luck - his contract to the Devil of Fortune deems it so, after all. He's been doomed since he was born, a lucky, lucky child despite the fact that Misfortune was brought to everyone around him.
Ratio will be the next to fall.
He doesn't seem bothered, though.
He grins back, all sharp teeth and inhuman eyes.
"In the pursuit of knowledge," the fiend of knowledge says, "I thank you for your luck. I won't need it."
Aventurine had known that this fiend - the fiend of knoweldge, the representation of human's fear of knowledge - would be interesting. In the way that he seemed to 'propagate' his own fear by teaching others, from the way that he enjoyed giving his knowledge to others, studying things - he was much more different then what Aventurine had in mind when it had been announced that the fiend of knowledge wanted to work with Public Safety.
However, for some reason, he was also... the perfect embodiment of knowledge. He knew too much. Inspired fear with the way he stared at people.
But not Aventurine.
Aventurine was never afraid of knowledge.
It seems that Dr. Ratio isn't afraid of misfortune, either. Maybe he believes that his knowledge will allow him to navigate the situation.
However the dice rolls..
It will be interesting.
"Here's to our new partnership," the gambler says, instead, holding up another cigarette for the fiend.
Doctor Ratio rolls his eyes, and pushes Aventurine's cigarette back towards him. His hands are warm. Almost... human.
"Keep your cigarette, gambler," he says. "I'm not intent on destroying myself in my own pursuit for knowledge, or the future. I also won't bet everything when I'm trying to achieve my goals." And then, without another word, he leaves the balcony, door sliding shut behind him as he pads back into the apartment.
Aventurine stands out there, in the cold, smoke tumbling from his lit cigarette, and the unlit one still in his other hand.
This will be interesting.
#csm aventio au#aventio#ratiorine#chainsaw man#csm#honkai star rail#hsr#hsr dr ratio#hsr ratio#hsr aventurine#aventuruine#aventurine#dr ratio#drratio#veritas ratio#wip#oneshot#drabble#idk what im doing#snippet#eat up my children#fanfic writing#wrting#writers#writers on tumblr#no beta we die like men#no beta we die like avens sister#no beta we die like ratio's self esteem
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‧₊˚✧[ intro post ]✧˚₊‧
✨️ Hello everyone! ✨️
My name is Heidi, and welcome to my oneshot blog, where I write about characters I know, either per request or because I'm bored. Below you'll find just about everything you need to know!
Now onto the thingy ♪
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(I'm currently working on making Masterlists!)
Spooky Month 💀🎃
Friday Night Funkin' 🎤🎶
Splatoon 🎨🔫
The Amazing Digital Circus 🎪🎉
ENA 🌙🎭
Sally Face 🎮👻
Hotline 024 (Sunset Hills) ☎️👽
Mouthwash 🪥☄️
Chainsaw Man ⛓️🩸
Murder Drones 👾🔋
Minecraft: Storymode 🗡🐷
Miscellaneous ⁉️
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I Will Write...
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Vanilla ✨️
Lemon 🔞
Fluff ☁️
Comfort ❤️🩹
Lime 🍋💚
x readers / Canon x Canon 👨❤️💋👨
Angst 🤬
Headcanons 💭
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AU's (Alternate Universes) 🌌
I Will Not Write...
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Rape, anything noncon
Proships
Pedophilia
Zoophilia
Necrophilia
Animal abuse
Incest
Anything with a fetish
You get the idea
(If you're unsure about whether I will write something or not, just check with me)
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If you'd like me to write something for you, here's how to ask me :]
Put down the emojis of the fandom, the genre + its emoji(s), the character(s) you want me to write for, and then the prompt so I can get writing
EX: (☎️👽❤️🩹👨❤️💋👨💭) - Hotline 024 comfort headcanons
‼️ I will always clarify if my requests are closed or not in my description!
‼️ If you're going to be anonymous, maybe give yourself some sort of name so I can remember you, especially if you're going to frequent my requests (I will put the anon in the hashtags just in case you like what they request ^^)
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It might take me a little longer to write about characters I do not know as much about as others
Please be patient, I'm scatter-brained and tend to procrastinate (and I'm also sometimes busy)
Smut (lemon) 🔞 and Lime 🍋💚 are exclusive to 18+ characters. Characters that are minors will have gore, vulgarity, and violence set to a minimum.
The theme of my blog might often change, but the name will stay the same so it's easy to find
Please give me criticism so I can make my work more enjoyable to read ^^
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— Heidi
#spooky month#spooky month x reader#friday night funkin#fnf#friday night funkin x reader#fnf x reader#splatoon#splatoon x reader#splat3#the amazing digital circus#tadc#ena#ena joel g#ena x reader#sally face#sally face x reader#hotline 024#oneshot#murder drones#murder drones x reader#md#mcsm#minecraft story mode#headcanons#chainsaw man#csm#chainsaw man x reader#mouthwashing#mouthwash game#mouthwash
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Bachira x fem!reader Contains: fluff, drabble, fem!reader, first kiss, use of y/n, friends to lovers, some grammar mistakes, kinda cringe, really short A/N: Sorry for disappearing so long yall i promise ill be way more active ^.^
The stadium lights flickered, casting a golden glow on the rain-soaked field. Bachira's heart racing, breath heavy, and sweat trickling down his forehead. He just led his team to a hard-fought victory. The crowd’s cheers echoed in his ears as he scanned the sidelines, searching for her, Y/N.
And there she was, drenched but smiling, her eyes fixated on him the second the match started. The mud-smeared grass crunched under his cleats as he sprinted towards her. Raindrops clung to his long lashes but, he didn’t care at all. The only thing going through his mind was pushing past all the people and getting to her. This was the moment he realized his feelings for her after months and months of only seeing her as a friend.
“Y/N!” he called, breathless and exhilarated. “Did you see that goal!?" "Did you see us win!?”
Y/N quickly nodded before saying, "Yeah...you did really good." Both of their hearts pounding. Before she could say anything else, he cupped her face, his lips meeting hers in a kiss passionate and full of love. He pulled away then said... "I love you so much...!"
#blue lock#bachira meguru#fluff#drabble#x fem!reader#fem y/n#x reader#oneshot#cute#reader insert#bllk#bllk x reader#short#haikyuu#demon slayer#jujutsu kaisen#chainsaw man#hxh#anime#multifandom
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don't look back in anger.
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You're out of touch, I'm out of time (Hayakawa Aki x Reader)
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ᴀᴋɪ'ꜱ ᴀᴛᴛᴇᴍᴘᴛ ᴏꜰ ᴄᴏᴘɪɴɢ ᴡɪᴛʜ ʜɪᴍᴇɴᴏ'ꜱ ᴅᴇᴀᴛʜ. ꜱʜʀᴏᴜᴅᴇᴅ ɪɴ ᴄɪɢᴀʀᴇᴛᴛᴇ ꜱᴍᴏᴋᴇ, ᴛʜᴇ ᴛᴏᴋʏᴏ ᴍᴏʀɴɪɴɢ ᴀɴᴅ ᴛʜᴇ ᴘʀᴇꜱᴇɴᴄᴇ ᴏꜰ [ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ].
ᴀᴅᴅɪᴛɪᴏɴᴀʟ ɪɴꜰᴏʀᴍᴀᴛɪᴏɴ: 1. ᴏɴᴇꜱʜᴏᴛ ᴄᴏɴᴛᴀɪɴꜱ ꜱᴘᴏɪʟᴇʀꜱ ꜰᴏʀ ᴛʜᴇ 1ꜱᴛ ꜱᴇᴀꜱᴏɴ ᴏꜰ ᴛʜᴇ ᴀɴɪᴍᴇ (ᴀɴᴅ ᴛʜᴇʀᴇꜰᴏʀᴇ ꜰᴏʀ ᴛʜᴇ ꜰɪʀꜱᴛ 5 ᴠᴏʟᴜᴍᴇꜱ ᴏꜰ ᴛʜᴇ ᴍᴀɴɢᴀ).
Aki took a drag on his cigarette and blew a puff of smoke into the air. The dim morning light slowly filtered through the gray darkness surrounding the city. A shinkansen whizzed by in the distance. The suburbs of Tokyo were coming to life. It was calm. Everything is in its place. And yet he didn't feel like that at all.
— You only recently got out of the hospital. Already smoking? — A familiar voice startled him. The cigarette froze halfway to his mouth.
He didn't need to turn around to know that it was [Reader] standing behind him. Apparently he forgot to lock the door behind him when he arrived. He will have to do this. Power and Denji certainly won't do it for him. As he knew them both, after returning from the mission, this would be the last thing they would think about. Their priority was always to demolish the apartment to add him more work.
— What are you doing here? — He dared to glance at her.
She hasn't changed at all. She looked just like at the time when three of them, including Himeno were still active in the Public Sector of Devil Hunters. Before [Reader] went private. He wished the other woman had done the same. Maybe then she too would wake up for work now, just like him. Maybe she would still be alive.
— What do you think? — The woman leaned on the railing of the small balcony.
— You came because — the tremble in Hayakawa's voice was almost imperceptible — Himeno is dead.
— Partially, yes. — She nodded.
Like him, she stared into the grayish distance. He couldn't guess what was going through her mind.
— Give me a puff.
He obediently handed her the cigarette. [Reader] inhaled the smoke, then exhaled it lazily.
— I can't believe that bitch is dead — she said. — It seems so obvious in our job, but... I never thought it would happen to her.
Aki was well aware that she and Himeno hated each other. It was a strange relationship that depended on working together when they had to. But they never achieved the same intimacy with each other as he did with both of them. He always felt like there was some bone of contention between them. Whenever he tried to find out what really separated them, they changed the subject. It was so hard to get it out of them that after a while he stopped asking. Only the last letters given to him by the deceased's sister led him to a possible reason.
It turned out he guessed correctly. The reason women never liked each other was because of himself. The affection they both had for him led to a deep rivalry between the two of them in various spheres of life. Especially professional. Hayakawa Aki was what divided them but also what connected them in a way.
[Reader] looked at the unlit end of her cigarette. The man never found out how they had fought over him while drunk. She grimaced at the memory. The hair being pulled hurt like hell, as did the slaps to the cheek. Maybe as a hunter she should be used to pain but this was something different than fighting demons. Eventually women landed next to each other, panting and made a pact. Aki liked Makima. Whichever one would ever emerge victorious from this competition, which was unlikely, at least they agreed on this point. She was a harbinger of trouble. There was something mysteriously terrifying and dangerous about her. They were going to do everything to prevent him from ending up with her.
She flicked away the ashes. There was a time when she withdrew. Much to Himeno's delight. Private work was less stable than government work but it gave a better chance of survival. Leaving Hayakawa at the mercy of her rivals did not make her happy. However, she did not have enough determination to take on the hardest tasks day after day. She wanted to have some peace, so she had to get away from them.
— They've slaughtered so many people lately that they're looking for contracts with private owners. Preferably people like me. — [Reader] sat on the balcony railing.
Surprise appeared on Hayakawa's face. Had she really come here to return to the place she had fled from?
— I thought you were tired of risking your life.
— Let's say I changed my mind.
He didn't like it at all. He didn't need another person in his life to rest a few meters underground. With the same white cross as the rest of the hunters, in an endless cemetery. A place where the only thing you could hear were black ravens lamenting because of the lack of food.
— Don't come back — he said confidently, putting out her cigarette in the ashtray.
She seemed more outraged by the fact that he had taken away her source of nicotine than by what he had said.
— Just don't give me sentimental talk. If you don't want me in the Division 4, just say so and I'll sign contract with another one. I'll stay in Tokyo anyway, so I don't give a damn what you think.
— [Reader]… — Whatever he wanted to say got stuck in his throat.
He was tired. So tired from the last few days that he didn't even have the strength to argue with her. He was still no closer to his goal. The Gun Devil seemed to be moving away from Aki's will for revenge. He might actually have had a chance with Denji but he felt like he couldn't cope anymore. Himeno's death was sort of the nail in the coffin. A border beyond which something inside him changed.
There was silence, broken only by the sounds of the city coming to life. He felt like having another cigarette this morning. His addiction was just one more thing his late partner left behind.
— I have two years left. — The weight of these words hung in the cold air.
[Reader] turned her head towards him for the first time during this meeting and really looked at him. Her face showed sadness, anger and compassion that he hated. She knew well how much of his life the katana had previously consumed. Now his remaining time had shrunk even further. This was his last bargaining chip. Why would she stay here? Even if she managed to survive and get her life together, she couldn't count on him. Soon, he won't be here anymore. He followed the same path as Himeno. Straight to the grave.
— So I'll stay here for two years — she said confidently.
It was only when she touched his face that he realized he was crying. [Reader] gently wiped away the salty drops that ran down his cheeks. Aki didn't know why he was falling apart anymore. After all, he mourned Himeno in the hospital. Maybe it still wasn't enough? Or maybe he missed his family? Times that will never come back? Future where he could live normally? Lost years?
— I promised Himeno that I would take care of you.
Hayakawa didn't say that this was probably the first time she called her by her name. He had never heard her use this form before. Bitch appeared much more often in her vocabulary. Besides, the woman was not indebted to her.
The warm embrace he was locked in didn't help at all. He felt like it made him fall apart even more. His black hair had come out of his ponytail and was now falling around his face. He embraced [Reader] like his life depended on it. His fingers gripped the fabric of her shirt tightly. He knew why she did it. She hugged him so he wouldn't look at her face. Because silent sobs also escaped her throat. They might have hated each other with Himeno but she missed her too.
— Another cigarette? — [Reader] asked, laughing through her tears.
She hastily wiped her face. Crying didn't suit them. She pulled out the last cigarette from the pack. The same one they smoked when the three of them were still together. He recognized it by the packaging. The fire rising from the lighter danced with a bright flame and immediately went out. A familiar scent rose up along with a wisp of smoke. Himeno should like the taste.
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I'm legit surprised my Aki one shot Outcast got 60 likes- like I mainly wrote it to get my shower thought off of my chest but it ended up getting two reblogs (minus the one I did) and thank y'all sm basically. :, Idk if I'll write another but maybe I will once I get an idea.
#chainsaw man#csm#chainsaw man oneshot#csm oneshot#chainsaw man x reader#csm x reader#aki#aki hayakawa#aki x reader#aki hayakawa x reader#aki oneshot#aki hayakawa oneshot
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I wanna write an angst OS with the prompt "I wish you were a girl"
#x male reader#male reader#top male reader#dom male reader#seme male reader#male reader imagine#angst#tokyo revengers#tokyo revengers x male reader#jujutsu kaisen x male reader#jujutsu kaisen#csm x male reader#chainsaw man#chainsaw man x male reader#demon slayer#demon slayer x male reader#genshin impact#genshin impact x male reader#tumblr polls#oneshot#tr kazutora#jjk gojo#csm denji#kny zenitsu#genshin kaeya
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Hi hi i hope im not lateee. Since you know chainsaw man and you're caught up in the manga, may i request makima with an F!reader? Im thinking of a scenario like makima controls everything except her s/o idk idk smth to do with that. Thankyouu and have a nice day!
Out of Her Control
Makima x She/Her Reader
A/N: I wasn’t sure where I should have gone with this one so it’s mostly snippets of before they got together and then ending with them as a couple. It’s mostly me trying to figure out how Makima would act if she had feelings for someone. I’m pretty sure everyone should know that something is off about Makima by now, but if you haven’t read the manga yet, probably skip for now just to be safe. Thanks for the request, hope you like it! Word Count: 3,564
Humans were just too easy to manipulate, to bend this way and that. More often than not, Makima could get what she wanted without using the full extent of her power, sometimes she didn’t even have to use it at all. And as much as she loved humans and their amusing little moral nuances and loyalties, it could be rather dull leading them on a leash, there was no challenge.
When Makima was informed of a few prospective team members applying to join her division of the Public Safety Commission, she scanned over their files and résumés as if paging through summaries of animals looking for their forever homes. She let out a disappointed hum, unsure if any of them were worth taking under her wing.
She would give them all a job, of course she would. Devil Hunters came and went as surely as the tides changed each day. They needed all the bodies they could get, but Makima definitely played favorites when it suited her.
Perhaps she’d get a clearer idea once they began their new profession, but she wasn’t holding her breath.
And for the most part, the new recruits were exactly as she imagined them to be, people pleasers, Makima pleasers, to be specific. Always doing as she asked without another thought in their heads. Reasonable people would say it was because of her senior standing among most Devil Hunters, but Makima knew better. If any other senior Devil Hunter sent one of their juniors off on a thinly veiled death march, they would not be half as successful in getting what they asked for.
“And that is how we will take down the devil in position of this sizable piece of the Gun Devil. Any questions? Concerns?” Makima asked with a overtly saccharine smile. She expected no resistance, but she always asked anyway, an illusion of choice. She inhaled to speak again, to dismiss the small group to what would likely be their last job, but an important one nonetheless.
But then a little ways across the table, a woman loosely raised her hand from where it had sat over crossed arms, without waiting to be acknowledged, she spoke,
“Miss Makima, I do have concerns. This plan will undoubtedly lead us all to an early grave.”
The rest of the table cast the woman dirty looks and grumbled under their shared breaths, judging the woman for not only questioning Makima’s plan, but even going as far to say that it would fail them so spectacularly. Makima subtly grinned.
“Ah, Miss…” Makima trailed off, she hadn’t bothered memorizing any of their names in the three weeks since they had arrived. If she had been anyone else, she might have been embarrassed by that now.
“(Y/n).” The woman supplied, her eyes narrowed and her eyebrows angled ever so slightly downward, conveying a mild annoyance that made Makima’s own eyes light up in response. No one ever looked at her with even the smallest hint of disapproval, wariness, sure, but never disapproval. Unless you maybe counted Kishibe, but he had been in the business forever so it was to be expected from him.
“(Y/n),” Makima tested the name on her tongue, “please do share what you mean.”
The other juniors in the room jumped in before (Y/n) could say a word, assuring Makima that her plan was perfectly acceptable and that they could handle everything just fine.
Makima raised her hand, motioning the group to quiet, which they did almost immediately. No different from her dogs at home, really.
“There is no need to become so defensive on my behalf, we are all working towards the same goal and have humanity’s best interests at heart. I would be remiss if I didn’t take the thoughts of others into account before possibly making a grave miscalculation. So that being said,” Makima’s eyes found (Y/n)’s again, “the floor is yours, (Y/n).”
“Thanks, anyway,” (Y/n) pushed her office chair away from the conference table and strode over to the city map projected on the wall near where Makima stood.
Her peers shot her questioning and displeased looks as she went. Makima stepped back to give her room, hands clasped behind her back, waiting, intrigued.
“This route makes no tactical sense,” (Y/n) pointed out, “It would bring too much attention to us if we were all grouped up like this. The devil would see us coming and with its Gun Devil enhanced power, it would wipe us out in a single attack. I strongly suggest…”
(Y/n) went on to mark three separate routes on the map and even went on to share the strengths of each individual in the room and who should be paired off and take which route.
“…Finally, if all goes smoothly, we should all converge near this point, and take care of the devil then,” (Y/n) looked over to Makima who’s face still wore a ghostly smile, “Of course I’m open to more discussion, but if you insist on your initial plan Miss Makima, then you can count me out.”
A few strangled sounds of disbelief littered the room, but Makima simply tilted her head to the side, eyes boring into (Y/n)‘s.
“You would quit?”
“Perhaps. Private Sector makes more money anyway. And despite my clear lack of popularity with my coworkers’ at present, I would rather them not die if it can be helped. What do you say?”
Makima chuckled at that, leaning into (Y/n)’s personal space. (Y/n) didn’t fluster nor back away, but she did raise an expectant eyebrow, a curious expression visible as she waited for Makima’s denial or approval of her idea.
She had Makima’s approval alright, in more ways than one.
“Very well,” Makima nodded, unblinking, “let’s give it a try.”
***
(Y/n) stared down bitterly at the graves long after the service had concluded. Then she heard a rumble roll across the sky accompanied by the rustling of grass and approaching footsteps. The dark shadow of an umbrella fell over her head and a long, black coat came into her periphery as the first drops of rain began to fall around them.
“Would it really have killed them to listen to me?” (Y/n) murmured without thinking.
“It certainly killed them not to listen.” Makima provided, tone neither one of mirth nor despair, simply apathetic. “For what it’s worth, I thought your plan was better. At least their sacrifices hadn’t been for nothing.”
“I suppose.” (Y/n) sighed wearily.
When the day of the mission had arrived, (Y/n)‘s stubborn peers acted on the original plan detailed by Makima. (Y/n) had linked up with some of the senior hunters from another unit and together they killed the devil and retrieved the fragment of the Gun Devil that it had coveted, but not before a good chunk of the city block had been destroyed. Several civilians as well as her peers littered the street crushed and mangled.
“The rain is getting stronger,” Makima noted, twisting the umbrella that hung over their heads, “I’d like to invite you to my home. I’ll make you something warm to eat and we can drink our sorrows away.” Allow me learn what makes you tick.
(Y/n) surprisingly shook her head, “I appreciate the offer Miss Makima, but I need time to reflect on my own I think.”
Makima’s lips parted, a honeyed insistence already on her tongue, but then she stopped herself, a small smile painting her lips instead.
“I understand. Perhaps another time then.”
“Sure. Well,” (Y/n) paused awkwardly, then flicked up the hood of her coat, “see you Monday.”
“Monday,” Makima confirmed.
She made a move to press her umbrella into (Y/n)’s hands, but she was waved off as soon as their hands touched, (Y/n) thanked her anyway but she had still denied the silent offer, order? Makima watched on as (Y/n) walked briskly out of the cemetery, a taxi already waiting for her to climb into it.
Makima watched the car roll off before starting to walk to her own. She could have easily persuaded (Y/n) to join her, but she found it much more compelling to let the chips fall where they may, for now at least. It was rather exciting.
***
Makima never used her power on (Y/n). A self-imposed rule. That didn’t mean she didn’t have little eyes and ears on her almost constantly. She enjoyed checking in on the unsuspecting Devil Hunter, watching what she did when she wasn’t working. It seemed silly, but Makima felt like she might have been falling for the young woman.
Perhaps it was an unhealthy amount of self-confidence provided by her constant stream of admirers, but she couldn’t have been more surprised when (Y/n) politely declined her proposition. It wasn’t obvious, the biggest hint of her bafflement being two blinks in rapid succession.
“I’m sorry Miss Makima, I just don’t think it would be appropriate for the workplace. Not to mention how dangerous this job is. It’s not a good idea to get too attached to anyone here. I learned that pretty quickly…”
Makima squeezed her hands behind her back, reminding herself that (Y/n)’s will, free from her own, was what drew her to her in the first place. Besides, who really knew what the future would hold for them.
“No need to apologize, I understand your concerns. However, if you ever change your mind, I’ll be here.”
(Y/n) shook her head, a sympathetic smile on her face, “Don’t wait for me, Miss Makima, you do deserve to be happy with someone, but it probably isn’t going to be me.” Then she left Makima’s office, closing the door quietly behind her.
“I wouldn’t be so sure.” Makima leaned back in her chair, smiling to herself.
She was still committed to not using her influence, and she was confident that she wouldn’t need it. She’s seen many questionable human couples, if they could stumble into a courtship, she certainly could. She would just need to be patient and drop subtle reminders of her availability.
One might argue how Makima studied (Y/n) so thoroughly to know exactly what to say and do to get her heart pounding would be just another form of manipulation, but Makima would say that this way took a lot of time and effort and was much more heartfelt. In fact, as the months stretched on and the longer it took to win (Y/n)’s favor, the more Makima felt for her.
It had been a particularly hard day for (Y/n) when she had gone to Makima asking if she wanted to go out for drinks. She had grown out of the rookie position by simply surviving a few months and had been assigned a couple juniors of her own to look after. They had went as quickly as they had came, but it still weighed on her.
Makima made sure not to seem too eager. She would be a shoulder to lean on, but anything (Y/n) wanted, she could have it if she went for it. Truly not knowing where the night would go, excited her.
Makima ushered (Y/n) into her car and took her to a restaurant she had remembered her mentioning in passing as one of her favorites. They got a cozy little booth in the corner. The ordered their meals and drinks and quietly conversed, letting the warmth of the room and the gentle clinks of of cups and chopsticks against ceramic.
It was the most loose Makima had witnessed (Y/n), she had a couple drinks, but she wasn’t drunk by any means. Maybe a little tipsy at most, but her smile looked more genuine than it ever did at work, and she sounded so relaxed, she even laughed! But then she began hiding yawns behind her hand and final calls could be heard from the bar. It was getting late.
Makima hated the thought of having to drive (Y/n) home. She never wanted to let her go for even a moment, but that wasn’t her choice to make. How irksome it was to play by the rules of a game she had created. A game that only she was aware she was playing.
Makima scooped up the check an paid for everything before (Y/n) could even think about reaching into her coat pocket.
“Hey, I’m the one who invited you out. What do I owe you?” (Y/n) asked, cracking open her wallet.
Makima reached over the table and put her hand on (Y/n)’s to stop the motion.
“You owe nothing. It’s been difficult for you these last few weeks.”
Makima noticed a look of gentle longing, but it left as quickly as it came when another yawn passed (Y/n)’s lips.
“Let’s get you home.”
Makima ushered (Y/n) outside and into the passenger seat of her sleek black car before maneuvering around to get in herself. The ride was quiet save for the ac blowing a constant stream of warm air to offset the chill of the night. When Makima parked the car outside of (Y/n)’s apartment complex, she turned to smile at her and waited for her to unbuckle her seatbelt, but instead she just sat there, looking pensive.
“What is on your mind, (Y/n)?” She asked, inching her hand over the center console while she debated if it would be a good idea to touch her or not.
(Y/n) leaded back against the car door, halting the slow journey Makima’s hand had been making. (Y/n) bit her inner cheek and looked out upon the streetlights casting the sidewalk in a yellowish glow.
“I think I’m failing for you.”
Makima’s eyes lit up with an excited gleam, but still she left the decision of what would happen next up to (Y/n).
“What will you do about it?”
(Y/n) leaned over the center console, her hand resting atop Makima’s. She leaned in further still until her lips found Makima’s. It took a lot of control on Makima’s part to not chase her when she pulled away too soon for her liking.
“Was that okay? I’m sorry, I know you said you liked me, but that was awhile ago and I still should have asked first.”
“It was fine,” Makima assured, “No need to apologize.”
“…Just fine?” (Y/n) asked, almost incredulously.
“Could have been longer,” Makima smirked.
“Well, I could rectify that, if it’s okay with you.”
Makima was more than okay with it, she had been waiting for a development like this for what felt like ages. The longer they continued to kiss in her car, the more she began to wonder,
“What made you change your mind about us being together? I recall you not finding workplace relationships favorable.”
“That’s true,” (Y/n) agreed, between trying to catch her breath, “But I decided after attending my third junior’s funeral that I’m done with devil hunting. I’m quitting. I did leave the resignation paperwork on your desk last week, did you not notice it?”
(Y/n), leaving Public Safety? That would make watching her so much more difficult, limit their time together drastically. This both annoyed and exhilarated Makima because she could not have foreseen her making a choice like this. She would not have had her make a decision like this. It was almost enough to make Makima use a bit of persuasion to have (Y/n) sleep on that decision and think it over, but she couldn’t. A (Y/n) under her control was not really her (Y/n) at all, oddly enough.
“I guess I was too busy admiring you, to think about what you were there for.”
“Ever the charmer,” (Y/n) unbuckled her seatbelt, “Well… you have my number, let me know when you get home safe and then maybe we could exchange schedules for next week?”
“You already have a new job?”
“Family Burger,” (Y/n) groaned, “Just until I finish the degree I left hanging. I hope.”
“I guess I know where I will be getting lunch for the foreseeable future then.”
“You cannot eat Family Burger everyday, It’ll kill you!” (Y/n) laughed.
“It would take a lot more than a a little grease to kill me.” Makima grinned, maybe (Y/n) would learn that someday.
“Trust me, it would be more than a little grease. But I wouldn’t be opposed if you came by every once in awhile.”
“It’s a date.”
“No way! I’m gonna take you on a real nice date the next time our schedules sync. Mark my words!” (Y/n) promised. She pressed a quick kiss against Makima’s cheek, then opened the car door to let herself out.
“Good night, Makima.”
“Good night.”
Makima watched (Y/n) wave to her from the door and when she walked inside and shut the door behind her, Makima drove home. She was sure to text (Y/n) of her safe arrival as soon as the dogs stopped jumping all over her.
They texted back and forth for a bit, sharing possible times to meet up, and then Makima decided to take a shower before getting into bed. She stared up at the dark ceiling, going over the night’s events in her mind.
It all felt so very peculiar. Makima wasn’t quite sure she had ever felt so many emotions in such a short time. (Y/n) appeared to return her affections, she kissed her. Multiple times. She only wished (Y/n) would stay with Public Safety. It was something that she could easily remedy, but she had restrained herself yet again. Though Makima wondered if she would be able to continue that trend if she had reason to believe that (Y/n) could be in danger. It was easier to look out for her when they worked together. She may have the birds and rats to keep an eye on her, but the proximity was stretched much too thin for her liking.
Hopefully the next steps in their relationship would follow quickly now that the ball was finally rolling. She wanted to come home to see (Y/n) curled up with her dogs in the worst way.
“Soon,” she promised herself, “soon.”
***
The day did come when (Y/n) suggested moving in somewhere together. It took longer than Makima would have liked to get to that point, but at least it was finally happening. She would have liked to have a talk with whomever gave her the impression that it was customary that women moved in together on the second date. It would have humiliated even Makima if (Y/n) had known she came to pick her up with her trunk full of collapsed boxes to help her move, only to learn they were going to the aquarium.
“Awww, this is the sea lion plush I got you when we went to the aquarium, isn’t it? We should go again sometime soon.” (Y/n) smiled, placing the stuffed animal back on the bed.
Makima nodded in agreement. Despite her initial disappointment, she did have a good time and she did like the sea lion (Y/n) had gifted her. They’re like the dogs of the ocean. Makima never really understood the novelty of such toys, but she had to admit there was something desirable about this one at the very least.
After hanging the rest of (Y/n)’s clothes in the closet, they heard a few whines and a pawing at the door. The dogs had been shut out to keep them out of the way as they unpacked (Y/n)’s belongings.
“The sweet babies,” (Y/n) chuckled, “so lonely.”
“They are simply excited about your indefinite stay, as am I.”
(Y/n) walked around the bed to hug Makima, melting when the embrace was returned.
“Me too. Should we let them in now?”
“Only if you are ready to be buried in seven heavy, wiggly, fluffy dogs.”
“Oh, I think all the other times I came over to visit prepared me for this moment.”
“Fair enough.” Makima smirked at (Y/n) over her shoulder before releasing the dogs upon her.
“Nooo!” (Y/n) laughed.
She was immediately overwhelmed and shoved to the ground. Wagging tails and slobbery tongues hitting her from all sides.
“Makima,” she wheezed, “Help!”
“I thought you said you were prepared?”
“I was wrong!”
“Sit.” Makima ordered. Her voice was soft, but the dogs listened without delay, each looking up at her expectantly. Makima made a quick motion with her hand and the dogs stampeded out of the bedroom.
“Thank you, my hero.” (Y/n) reached her hand up towards Makima, while still laying flat on the floor.
“You’re very welcome,” Makima reached further than (Y/n)’s hand, instead grasping her above her elbow to pull her up so they stood chest to chest. “Is this better?”
“Much.” (Y/n) clung to Makima again, smiling contently.
“So affectionate today,” Makima teased, though she was being just as touchy.
“I would argue I’m always affectionate with you, but I am especially happy right now,” she nuzzled Makima’s jaw, planting a quick kiss against her skin, “I love you.”
It wasn’t the first time (Y/n) had told her so, but the effect was always the same. A warm feeling in Makima’s chest like a warm summer afternoon always bubbled up. It felt so strange, but she enjoyed it.
“And I you.” Makima cupped (Y/n)’s face in her hands. Her stare was as intense as it was tender. She wasn’t sure she had ever been quite as close to happiness as she was right in that moment.
That something out of her control could love her, would choose to love her, it was euphoric.
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