#chainsawman fluff

[peaktora]

𝐃𝐄𝐀𝐑 𝐂𝐇𝐎𝐂𝐎𝐋𝐀𝐓𝐄 𝐁𝐎𝐗 ˚◞♡ ⃗ aki hayakawa

𝙧𝙚𝙫𝙞𝙚𝙬 ┊ a day off is all you two needed. a day away from denji and power, a day away from the troubles of the world and it’s future. and today, was that day.

𝙘𝙤𝙣𝙩𝙚𝙣𝙩 ┊0.8k words. cursing. an unbelievable amount of fluff. implied suggestive themes. no pronouns used or specified gender.

a/n. — i think i put a lil too much filler for the beginning but i was told it's fine, first time writing for my fav 🫶🏽🫶🏽 !!

used a prompt from the best : @creativepromptfills

through the open window, the night is filled with city lights, gorgeous smiles, and laughter that reaches aki's light, icy ears. it's one of those evenings when he's content inside his four walls, and the wind feels soft, almost ticklish, on his skin. the rest of the world, all of his worries, were gone. as his brain started to lose consciousness, his eyes got heavy.

and though, while preferring to stay up to savor the moment, he allowed himself permission to sleep.

because being a devil hunter required a lot of effort. it takes a toll on your body, both mentally and physically. prioritizing the lives of citizens before your own wasn’t an easy task either. hell, he had just as much of a purpose and need to return home as they did.

occasionally, he wished that everyone was a devil hunter so they could all survive on their own. yet, he’s aware that only insane people would take the initiative to approach such monsters. and they have great reason to.

death was a constant threat in that line of work, and you never knew when it would be your last. the missions became more difficult, and he sometimes had to lie to you about how dangerous they would be (though he would never admit it).

but, that’s a rare occasion.

he told you anything without any hesitation, fulfilling your requests for trust. moreover, he fulfilled your request for him to spend time with you and be there for you when he could.

you valued quality time as much as he did, and after two months of nonstop work, he finally got a day off.

a blinding light pierced the door's thin crack, luring him out of his trance. he forced himself to open one eye and look back at the light and its source with a soft grumble.

"are you really this grumpy 24/7?" your voice comes from the doorframe.

there you were, carrying two cups of hot chocolate.

he shifted to sit up against the bedframe, "i'm not grumpy, just sleepy.”

"but for you," you spoke as you approached your boyfriend, "that’ll turn into a deep deep sleep." after placing the two glasses on your nightstand, you sat down next to aki.

“marshmallows, your favorite.”

he replied with actions, ignoring your implication. he stretched his body and grabbed your waist. you laughed as he slid you back into him, spooning you. "my personal favorite."

"I wanna drink my hot chocolate, 'ki." you whine, while aki presses his face deeper into your neck. you try to push him away from your body, but he's set on keeping you there, and he’s doing a hell of a job at it.

you let go and let your body relax, leaving a mark on the black sheet. your fingertips land on his, tracing all skin-layered areas.

over the years, he had softened. even the little laugh wrinkles he had developed could be seen, and the rigid lines in his face were more relaxed. each time you cast a glance at him, you found him to be even more attractive. you couldn't understand why he would choose a job that would tarnish that beauty.

the following few minutes of silence were reassuring. it wasn't awkward; rather, it provided the quality time you two needed after a difficult few months of work.

but, it was time to break it.

no matter how many times aki complains about how much he absolutely hates your pointless games, you continue to play them.

“you like what you see?” you inquired. thinking of whether or not to continue your mission.

his fingers slightly stiffened up.

"always do," he mumbled, pushing his body dangerously close to yours.

was he wearing the clothes you washed yesterday? he had the aroma of newly washed clothes, and the scent of dryer sheets lingered in the air.

"good because I put a lot of effort into placing those marshmallows in a perfect heart," you broke free from his cage, "and I think they sunk in at this point."

you didn't look back when you sat up, but when you did, his "glare" fluttered your heart instead of piercing it. his eyelids were visibly heavy, and small bags were beginning to form.

“you know, the faster you drink this, the faster you get cuddles again.”

he then slowly sat up, offering out his hand. the cup was warmed by you when you slid it into his icy hands.

when he took a sip, you couldn't help but notice how aki's eyes brightened as the liquid moved down his throat and how they lingered on the cup after he put it down. “this is good for using a chocolate box. you chose well."

"well, I also chose you, so I'm really great at this." you replied, taking a sip of your own.

and you couldn't help but feel the same as the same hot liquid passed down your throat.

fuck, did you love these type of nights.

[arminsumi]

no. 20 sfw with aki? just littering him with kisses before he steps out for work, not wanting to be separated <333

he has a whole house in my head, truly living rent free rn

#20

💗 Aki アキ

Note : my boy!! he is also on my mind lately and i itch to write for him but i always get distracted!! 😖 i hope u likey, i had this very specific atmosphere envisioned and i wonder if it came across lol

Playme : will i see you again?

🍒 More from Jay : LIBRARY / oct. reqs open

A smooth morning rolls out. Aki makes you and him some good coffee, slowly and meticulously as he always does it.

He finds you're behaving especially dreamy this morning; it makes leaving for work so much harder for him.

Aki carries out his morning routine with purposeful slowness, adoring how you follow at his side through each step. It's the small things that make him fall more and more in love with you, like the hypocritical scolding you give him about smoking and then proceeding to take a puff on his cigarette on the balcony. Or helping him tie his tie even though he can certainly do it himself. He just enjoys the small act of bending his knees to compensate for the height gap between you and him, being the 6'2 gangling giant he is.

He's the most talkative in the mornings, despite the rasp disturbing his throat. He tells you about his weird fucking dreams and feels fluttery that you bother to listen. ("We were in a cruise ship, right, and we couldn't escape the hallway and I was holding your hand and looking for a way out, and oh there was this octopus or something that wanted me to play sudoku...? It was some Alice in Wonderland type shit. I fucking hate sudoku, I can't believe I had to do that! And— why are you laughing? Okay well anyways... oh fuck... that's the time already?")

You swarm him with affection and kisses from the bedroom to the door as he tries to leave for work. His natural nonchalant demeanor betrays his true inner feelings, he's really relishing your attention.

You overwhelm his face with kisses and he happily accepts, closing his eyes to fully lose himself in the sensation of your lips pressing to his skin.

"I really have to go..." he says but you cut him off with a kiss.

"... I'm gonna miss the train." he holds back a smile as you cut him off yet again.

He attempts to leave, the door is open and the roar of morning traffic carries in the entering breeze.

"Wait a moment!" you pout.

You grab his tie to pull him into a hard cheek kiss, and it makes his stomach flip, to feel the press of your lips connect with his jaw and slowly upwards, as if you're printing your love on his face one kiss at a time.

It always happens like this; you pull him by the tie just as he opens the door to really leave, then he stays right there, motionless from how love struck your kisses have him. Truly a dazed man. And it's always the final cheek kiss that sets him off, he bows his head to give you those hard and passionate kisses that are his thing... no one can kiss quite like how an Aki in love does.

Kissing him off to work in the genkan chews fifteen more minutes off the morning hour, but it's worth it... he now heads down the street in the sunlight with a dreamy look on his face like he's just been pampered by a goddess.

[vynlqwv]

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.

[verilly]

Yoshida Headcanons

Warnings: none, hooray!

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Yoshida who looks super hot and handsome and kind of freaky on the outside, but on the inside has never touched another person (non violently) in his life

Yoshida who always sleeps at least four inches away from you because he doesn’t want to bother you if he snores (he doesn’t even know if he does)

Yoshida who always sleeps after you whether you like it or not

Yoshida who also manages to wake up before you do

Yoshida who never gets sick but always takes care of you when you catch a cold (it’s because he’d built an insane immune system)

Yoshida who as a kid, strictly ate dirt and worms for funsies while his guardian watched in horror

Yoshida who looks like a sickly orphan boy lurking in the shadows at night because he just came back from stalking Denji

Yoshida who always catches onto the smallest things and will do anything it takes to lift up your mood even just a little bit

Yoshida who is touch starved but doesn’t know it because his job is so busy

Yoshida who seems distant and closed off only because he’s actually never handled other people well before

Yoshida who either can’t sing for shit but hums to your favorite songs you play on repeat or…

Yoshida who swears up and down that he can’t sing but actually sounds like a god

Yoshida who sometimes walks with you from a distance making it look like he’s your stalker (on accident)

Yoshida who smothers you with everything you enjoy on some days because he just felt like it

Yoshida who kisses you so infrequently you forget what he tastes like (he doesn’t mean to)

Yoshida who won’t start anything romantic unless you start it first

Yoshida who touches the back of your neck to freak you out and laugh

Yoshida who sometimes, once in a blue moon, kisses you in public (in front of Denji) so he can ‘assert his dominance’

Yoshida who acts like a sad puppy when you get hurt

Yoshida who is willing to die because you got hurt because of him (maybe something related to his job)

Yoshida who bites you for fun when you two are hugging

Yoshida who’s touches can be read as romantic or sexual but in reality they’re just a sign of platonic affection

Yoshida who cannot for the life of him read obvious social cues (either that or he doesn’t care)

Yoshida who has cold ass hands that need to be warmed 24/7 with yours

[gypsophiliaz]

“ douceur „

quanxi x fem florist | barista reader.

multiple part series. first part thats just pretty fluffy and romancey!! first time writing and actually publishing it so ermm leave tips ig idk. ik the pacing is weird but its bc i like to write in detail.

feminine reader x quanxi, includes romance. >:3 smut in later chapters or wtv.

disclaimer ; I've never written like romance before so forgive me lol. I write with extreme detail too so it probably gonna be the SLOWEST burn ever. also she smokes weed cuz ion fuck wit that cig shit lmfao

CHAPTER I

being a florist in tokyo isn't anything you thought you'd be finding yourself doing. though, being drawn to the sweet and naturey smell of flowers wouldn't suprise anyone who had known you before. head over heels constantly in love with all kinds of plants and flowers, from spider lilies to hydrangea, peony and flower arrangements in themselves.

. . .

you'd adjust your grip on the box cutter in your dominant hand, the vivid pink color of it mixing with the warm lighting above you, the blade swiftly and sharply cutting through the protruding thorns of the white roses, the remaining water inside would drip slightly onto the paper below the bouqet would find itself sitting inside of momentarily. a smell similar of freshly cut grass would fill your senses, and the cozy and comforting feel of the floristry – cafe place that you had recently assigned yourself to.

the smell of coffee, tea, and the baby's breath that sat to the right of you would fill the air, a rainy day with cars ever–so making light noises as their wheels splash and sputter inside of the puddles left by the rain. the annoying ding of the door would fill your ears once more, and like clock–work the all too familiar words would spill out of your mouth.

“ Welcome to Yrlissa's Flowery, How may I be of assistance? ”

as your eyes lazily drifted off the commissed bouqet that laid on the counter infront of you, your eyes would laid upon a tall lady, with a muscular yet slim figure. wispy bangs and a lacey eyepatch concealing her right eye. the rest of her thin hair contained by a black hairtie— who the hell visits a flower shop in a full black suit? Is she going to a fucking funeral ?

NOT professional thoughts. get it together!!!

the lady would approach the counter, with an almost monochromatic expression. not one emotion would appear on her face, and no body language out of the ordinary. her movements would seem almost perfected calculated, almost uncanny even, but as she grew closer the smell of the the roses and baby's breath would be replaced with the smell of marijuana.

the footsteps would come to a halt uncomfortably close to you, or maybe it would seem that way since shes near the height of a basketball player and you couldn't be any closer to a smurf, and also leaning over flowers with posture far from the best in the world– a few seconds of silence commence, the ladies eyes piercing above to read the sign. her lips parting to finally speak.

“A small espresso will do, please.”

“ would you like sugar or cream? ”

“ Surprise me. ”

the click of the box cutters blade retracting back into itself, and the clack of its placement onto the counter would follow her sentence. with your feet tapping to the cups behind you, and your body language obviously showing your nervousness, you'd swiftly grab it and draw back over to the counter near the woman.

tipping over the jug of geyser water just measuring to the line that marks a half liter. the sound of the water filling up would once again save you from extremely embarrassment from the pure awkwardness of the situation at hand.

. . . .

you'd stretch your hand over and weigh out 20 grams of coffee beans, pouring them into a small tin and placing them on the miniature scale. the lady bringing a stop to the awkward silence that filled the air.

“ I take it it's relaxing to work here hm? ”

“ It's nice on it's slow days, but then there's times like valentines day, and wedding season ykno? ”

“I'd imagine.”

as a few weeks passed, the lady swiftly became a regular. almost always coming in during your shift or being there before you clock in. a name you wrote on the coffee cup almost every shift, the type of name that rolls off your tongue sweet and slick, — quanxi. another day had arrived, opening the door to yrlissa's the bell would chime as you walked in, swiftly pittering to clock in, not missing quanxi sitting in the corner of the shop, as always.

she would stay for a few hours and make nice company on slow days, an often occurrence it would be to sit and speak with her while filling out the commissions for bouqets, and other kinds of assortments. it didn't take long to realize quanxi liked more to listen than to speak.

today was october 5th. the chill in the air sweeping into the store moments after the bell on the door would ring. it didn't take long for you to learn to brace yourself against the cold on the cue of the chime. completing the same ol' sequence you'd do everyday, steaming the milk and poking holes in the puck of espresso, yet this time for yourself to warm up on the cold day.

the thick fog outside would make seeing the people and events happening outside near impossible. pouring the milk, then espresso, a drizzle of caramel and whipped cream onntop, the perfect go—to drink. the cup would warm your hands, soothing you and bringing you into relaxation with the first sip, a small breath leaving your parted lips—

the all too familiar chime would fill your ears.

bruh.

quickly stepping behind the counter to at least shield your lower half. or.. 90% of ur body bc ur a fucking smurf. srry im writing this in my perspective im fucking 5'0. the chill would still expectedly hit your face and torso, sending a small shiver up your spine. gripping the cup of coffee just a bit tighter to warm your hands once again. fluttering your lashes and squinting to keep the ice cold air out of your eyes, you'd realize who'd walked in.

“I'm sorry, I didn't mean to make you cold.” Quanxi would say, looking back and closing the door softly behind her as not to brush more cold air inside. this time she was wearing a brown turtle-neck under her coat and long black pants. she'd take a deep breath in and pull her other hand out of her pocket.

“you're fine don't worry. at least it's not another total stranger walking in, I think I'd rot inside having to make any more small talk today.” you'd set down your coffee to start her order, placing it beside the cash register and lean on the counter with the corner digging into your palms.

“Usual?”

“Mm.”

Quanxi would approach the table near the entrance of the work space, leaving about 3-5 feet in between the two of you as you started her order. It took her a few days in the beginning but she got what she wanted down pack. a shot of espresso, mixed softly into chocolate syrup followed by warm steamed milk and whipped cream. In other words, a Caffé Mocha. with some extra chocolate.

. . . should probably start that order

you'd started serving quanxi in the pretty white mugs boss lady told you not to use, simply to reduce dishes. but you didn't mind washing one or two for quanxi. You'd hear the clink of her keys being placed onto the table before she'd speak.

“How's work been treating you lately? ” Quanxi would say to you, looking at you completely still with a hand propped up under her chin, but still as nonchalant as usual. It was hard to believe she was genuinely interested sometimes.

pouring the chocolate into the bottom of the cup focusedly, to make it look as pretty and perfect as can be, you'd take a second before answering. “Horrible, Actually. This guy yesterday, came in and got mad at me because I forgot to put caramel on top of his frappe. He ended up throwing it on the floor, and of course I had to clean it. ”

Quanxi's eyes would follow the way you carefully made the coffee. The way you'd twirl the cup to make sure it was evenly distributed, and the way you'd add extra for her, even though she didn't ask for it. Nor did she really like how sweet it made the drink, but to her it was an act of kindness.

"Mm."

“Oh! and thennnn I had a lady come in here with her boyfriend and I guess I was a bit too friendly with her and she pulled me to the side and basically threatened me. I'm not one for wanting a guy in general. That was actually around a week ago and she came back a few days ago an—”

the glass pot to steam the milk in would fall to the ground instantly shattering. nothing but the thought of your boss chewing you out rushes into your mind. not only is it expensive to replace, it was definitely coming out of your paycheck. Quanxi wasted no time raising out of her chair and assisting you with cleanup even before you, yourself could process what had happened.

“thank you. god my boss is gonna make me pay for this. . . " you'd say squatting down and beginning to pick up the big chunks of glass first and placing them in your palm. “I'll get it, you might get cut. ” Quanxi would take the glass from out of your hand and continue to pick up where you left off.

"are you sure? I can just get a broom or something." you'd turn away for a second to grab the broom from the back, yet once you come back you find the glass all gone, not a single piece remaining on the floor and a note on the counter, sitting placed under two 10,000 yen notes. (around 140$)

the shock would spread across your face almost in an instant. what the absolute hell? picking up the notes, you'd take the time to read the note she'd left behind.

“𝓯𝓸𝓻 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓬𝓸𝓯𝓯𝓮𝓮 𝓪𝓷𝓭 𝓹𝓲𝓽𝓬𝓱𝓮𝓻. 𝓾𝓷𝓼𝓾𝓻𝓮 𝓱𝓸𝔀 𝓶𝓾𝓬𝓱 𝓲𝓽 𝔀𝓸𝓾𝓵𝓭 𝓫𝓮, 𝓪𝓹𝓹𝓮𝓪𝓻𝓮𝓭 𝓺𝓾𝓲𝓽𝓮 𝓮𝔁𝓹𝓮𝓷𝓼𝓲𝓿𝓮.

𝓠𝓾𝓪𝓷𝔁𝓲 347-1782.”

✧─── ･ ｡ﾟ✧: * 🎀 .* :✧. ───✧

tired of there not being fuckin quanxi fics and smut bro. ik u stans r alive ACT LIKE IT!!!! 😡 k hope u enjoyed tho owo also im seriously fucking hoping this isn't ugly on pc bro.. idk but if ur reading fluff n shit on a pc u got balls cuz id cry if i got caught

[mr-shimurka]

tw // blood

Denji, Pochita, Power and Meowy all together!

I know them and their little friends couldn't meet then but it would be so nice

[l0nelyspirits]

Lover’s Rock

Imagine for me, please:

Dancing around Aki’s kitchen wearing just his oversized shirt and underwear. Belting out sappy love songs while pancakes rise in the skillet on the stove.

Aki is on egg duty, leaning up against the counter watching you perform a routine he’s no doubt you practiced at least 3 times. A smile tugs at the corners of his mouth as he takes in the sight of you, the bliss brought in the moment. That’s what you are to him: blissful moments of “I’m home.”

If you’re too drunk to drive and the music is right 

You spin, arms stretched above your head and a soft smile playing on your own lips. You reach out, offering a hand to your boyfriend in an invitation to dance.

She might let you stay but just for the night

Aki huffs a laugh as he pushes himself from the counter. Taking your hand, he spins you in place before catching you around the waist.

And if she grabs your hand and drags you along, she might want a kiss before the end of this song

Laughing, you cradle his cheek in your hand, the other brushing his hair from his face. Aki doesn’t think he’s every seen you look so stunning before. Smile gracing your lips, head thrown back in laughter, and your hair still messed from sleep. 

Taking your face into his hands, he kisses you like he needs you to breathe. It’s always worth it to see that dopey grin on his face when he pulls away.

[face464]

denji and his boyfriend

denji and his boyfriend and his girlfriend

[erphy]

you're my frien now

[melphonee]

Kishibe (csm) as your husband!

here are some headcanons for how Kishibe from Chainsaw Man would be as a husband to a male reader.

Pairing: Kishibe x Male! Reader.

genre: fluff  c:

note: This is my first post! English is not my first language.

Protective: Kishibe is a skilled demon hunter and would do anything to protect his husband from harm. He's always aware of his surroundings and is quick to react if there's any danger.

Supportive: Kishibe is a great source of emotional support for his husband. He's always there to listen and offer guidance whenever needed.

Trustworthy: Kishibe is a man of his word and would never break a promise. As a husband, he would be very trustworthy and dependable.

Romantic: Despite his serious demeanor, Kishibe is a romantic at heart. He would make an effort to keep the spark alive in his relationship with his husband by planning romantic dates and gestures.

Intelligent: Kishibe is a highly intelligent and knowledgeable person. As a husband, he would be able to offer great advice and help his husband make informed decisions.

Understanding: Kishibe is a very understanding person and is always willing to see things from his husband's perspective. He's a great listener and is very patient when it comes to communication.

Respectful: Kishibe is a very respectful person and always takes into account his husband's feelings and opinions. He treats his partner with the utmost respect and appreciation.

Careful: Kishibe is very careful with the things and people he cares about, and as a husband, he would be very attentive and considerate. He would do everything in his power to make sure his husband is comfortable and happy at all times.

Loyal: Kishibe is a very loyal and committed person. As a husband, he would be completely devoted to his partner and always seek ways to strengthen their relationship.

Adventurous: Despite being a demon hunter, Kishibe has an adventurous personality and likes to explore new places with his husband. Whether it's climbing mountains or exploring unknown cities, Kishibe is always willing to embark on new adventures with his husband.

Honest: Kishibe is a very straightforward and honest person, and as a husband, he would always be truthful with his partner. He would never hide anything from his husband and always seek the best way to solve any difficult situation together.

Resourceful: Kishibe is a very resourceful person and always looks for effective solutions to any problem. As a husband, he would be a great support for his partner in difficult situations and always seek ways to help him overcome any adversity.

[peaktora]

hi !! i saw that you wrote for csm and was wondering if you could do headcannons for aki and denji and their love language? thank u !!

𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐈𝐑 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄 𝐋𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐔𝐀𝐆𝐄 ˚◞♡ ⃗ aki hayakawa & denji

a/n. — I was debating between quality time and acts of service for aki, but I decided on acts of service because I think it’s a better fit for him. thank you for requesting

AKI HAYAKAWA, learned how attachment and affection worked best when he was younger. he looked and observed it frequently; it's just something that happens naturally. however, as he grew older, he never looked for it or kept a record of his observations, preferring to focus on his work. shortly, he devised a solution, and found comfort in acting out his love (acts of service). it demonstrates his concern for not only your safety, but also for your general well-being and making your life easier. this could include him opening the door for you, preparing breakfast (especially when he's off work), or even assisting you with laundry. whether you say you don't need much assistance or not, he'll do it regardless - but you should know better than to try to stop him - he's pretty determined, as evidenced by his career.

DENJI, growing up, he didn't have any real role models for love and affection. relying on what he saw in public, which was limited because many people prefer privacy. regardless, his love language came naturally to him; in fact, he didn't need one. what's the saying? treat others how you would want to be treated? yeah, he took that and ran with it. even so, just because he adapts to his newly discovered ways doesn’t mean he doesn’t require your assistance in teaching him (he'll gladly take consideration). denji's love language is physical touch, primarily because he is a touch-deprived boy who has never experienced a moment of romantic affection until you arrived (sounds harsh but cmon, am I wrong?). he enjoys cuddling, giving cheek kisses, and even simple touches like holding your hand and rubbing his thumb slowly against your skin as you drift off to sleep. he's content as long as you're within his reach.

[fedyascello]

"I'd rather die than let you go..."

𝙰/𝙽: 𝚂𝚘… 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚒𝚜 𝚓𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚊 𝚜𝚑𝚘𝚛𝚝 𝚘𝚗𝚎𝚜𝚑𝚘𝚝 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚖𝚢 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚝 𝚜𝚑𝚒𝚙. 𝙸 𝚠𝚛𝚘𝚝𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚕𝚒𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚘 "𝚄𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚕 𝙸 𝙵𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚍 𝚈𝚘𝚞" (𝚘𝚋𝚟𝚒𝚘𝚞𝚜𝚕𝚢). 𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚜𝚒𝚘𝚗 𝚏𝚎𝚊𝚝𝚞𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝙴𝚖 𝙱𝚎𝚒𝚑𝚘𝚕𝚍. 𝙸𝚝'𝚜 𝚊𝚕𝚜𝚘 𝚒𝚗𝚜𝚙𝚒𝚛𝚎𝚍 𝚋𝚢 𝚊 𝚟𝚒𝚍𝚎𝚘 𝙸 𝚜𝚊𝚠 𝚘𝚗 𝚃𝚒𝚔𝚃𝚘𝚔; 𝚊𝚜 𝚏𝚊𝚛 𝚊𝚜 𝙸 𝚔𝚗𝚘𝚠, 𝚠𝚎 𝚍𝚘𝚗'𝚝 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚎𝚡𝚊𝚌𝚝 𝚗𝚞𝚖𝚋𝚎𝚛𝚜 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚕𝚒𝚏𝚎𝚜𝚙𝚊𝚗 𝚙𝚎𝚛 𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚞𝚝𝚎𝚜 𝙰𝚗𝚐𝚎𝚕 𝚊𝚋𝚜𝚘𝚛𝚋𝚜, 𝚜𝚘 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚢𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚒𝚜 𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚛𝚎𝚕𝚢 𝚒𝚗𝚜𝚙𝚒𝚛𝚎𝚍 𝚋𝚢 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚟𝚒𝚍𝚎𝚘. 𝙰𝚗𝚢𝚠𝚊𝚢𝚜, 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎 𝙰𝚔𝚒𝙰𝚗𝚐𝚎𝚕 𝚢'𝚊𝚕𝚕! 𝙼𝚎𝚗𝚞: 𝚏𝚕𝚞𝚏𝚏!!! 𝚆𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚕𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚜𝚝-𝚒𝚜𝚑 𝚏𝚊𝚌𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚜𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍𝚗'𝚝 𝚝𝚘𝚞𝚌𝚑 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚕𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚍 𝚘𝚗𝚎. 𝚒𝚖𝚙𝚕𝚒𝚎𝚍 𝚍𝚎𝚊𝚝𝚑.

— So... can you like... — Aki stopped to clear his throat, looking at his blurred reflex on the coffee — Can you...

— Hmm? — Angel hummed. That little devil seemed to be distracted most of the time.

— I was just wondering if, you know... I was wondering if you can control the time you take from someone's life...

— As in?

— As in, like... — Aki scrubbed his loosen hair — Like touching someone's hand.

— Ah, well... — Angel wondered, biting the toast — Maybe some minutes? That's interesting...

It wasn't like with Denji or Power. Aki actually found it cute when Angel was... speaking with his mouth full of toast. It was calm. And soothing, somehow... God, what!? First off, no friendship with devils, so why? Why did he feel this way with Angel?

Why was he even thinking about... Angel's touch? He only had two years left - if nothing bad happened in between those years. Why was he even thinking about Angel's touch?

— Aki? — Angel called.

— W-what?

— Oh someone's more aloof than I am - Angel giggled - I asked why.

— I... I don't know.

Silence.

Angel took a deep breath, feeling his cheeks get warmer.

— We both know you better than this. — he murmured.

— I know... — Aki replied, looking over at the red haired angelic devil.

— Well you... you can come closer if you want to.

— Y-yeah... — Hayakawa stumbled on his own words, sliding softly, closer to Angel — Well I was just thinkin-

— I guess it depends — Angel cut him off.

— On... what, exactly?

— I guess the amount of time depends on how important the thing is to you.

Angel was, in fact, bluffing. He didn't know for sure. Shame on him, not knowing his own powers on it's whole...

— Oh so... how important it is to me? — Aki questioned, without even noticing how close his face was to Angel's. Their coffee breath mixing with one another.

— Yeah — Angel closed his eyes — How important is it to you?

— Very. — Aki said, finally killing the minimum distance between the two of them.

His lips touched Angel's soft mouth, feeling his warm tongue... And honestly, Aki didn't care if that was the last thing he was ever doing.

𝗟𝗶𝗸𝗲𝘀 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗿𝗲𝗯𝗹𝗼𝗴𝘀 𝗮𝗿𝗲 𝗮𝗽𝗽𝗿𝗲𝗰𝗶𝗮𝘁𝗲𝗱! 𝗟𝗲𝘁 𝗺𝗲 𝗸𝗻𝗼𝘄 𝘄𝗵𝗮𝘁 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝘁𝗵𝗶𝗻𝗸/𝗶𝗳 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗵𝗮𝘃𝗲 𝗮𝗻𝘆 𝗿𝗲𝗾𝘂𝗲𝘀𝘁𝘀!

[vynlqwv]

Thus us my first time asking

But can we see Kobeni being partnered up with a energetic yet a nice and friendly fiend reader that she later begins to have feelings for later on? Kobeni has been through a lot and she deserves somthing nice for a change

P.S. How far are you in the manga?

"i think i can get used to this"

a/n: Hello!! Thank you so much for requesting! I would also like to thank everyone for their support on my denji fanfic, i appriciate it <3

(in the manga, im in the part where after denji kills makima.)

kobeni x gender neutral! reader

i will be making some more genderneutral, male reader and etc soon! feel free to ask me to make a fanfic or headcannons!

kobeni never thought in her life that someone would be able to love her, until one eventful day.

Kobeni stops her car to enter the building of the public safety department, she opens the doors and she is greeted by someone hugging her.

"w-what?!" kobeni sputters out, trying to push them away but later gives in by how their touch is soft. "Sorry about them kobeni, i'm pretty sure they din't mean to startle you." makima grabs the person by the back of their shirt.

"kobeni, meet y/n. they're a fiend and they will be working with you starting from now on."

"Hello, kobeni! i hope we can get along!" they energetically said as they smile brightly at her.

"i-i think i can get used to this."

it's been a few months later, kobeni enjoyed her partner's company. "hey kobeni! do you want to get ice cream with me? it's on me ofcourse!" the fiend said full of excitement while grabbing kobeni's hand to interwind it with theirs.

kobeni is fazed by the sudden action, a huge blush creeping against her cheeks while the fiend skips happily while on their way to the nearest ice cream truck, holding her hand.

kobeni has never been so happy in her life, she likes spending time with the fiend and the memories they make with eachother.

"Wow! the flavors are really good! we should get ice cream more often! how does that sound to you kobeni?" the fiend says while they eat their ice cream. "o-ofcourse! i'll b-be happy to get some ice cream with you!" kobeni says.

you and kobeni sits down by the nearest bench, watching the sunset together while the wind rises, birds singing while interwinding your hands with eachother.

"y/n, i really like you. i like the way you smile, the way you hold your hand, they way you always care for me. I love you, and everything about you y/n. I'm so glad i met you, and i will always cherish the moments we spent with eachother a-and—" you cut her out by giving her a kiss on the lips

"god, i really love you too kobeni, lets stick by eachothers side no matter what!"

hoped you like this fic, pls feel free to request

[verilly]

Yoshida Scenarios

Yoshida x Reader

Warnings: slight nsfw? It’s not sexual (I mean you can interpret it as nsfw if you want) but you guys are like naked together (bathing), established relationship, they are both still high schoolers, they live together, and I think that’s it

These are just thoughts that continue to replay in my head again and again but I do not feel the need to fully flesh them out as full stories because they are too short.

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You tell Yoshida that there is something in your closet. He’s concerned, definitely. You ask if you could crash with him for a little bit because you don’t feel safe in your home, Yoshida agrees and says he’ll talk to the police for you. He lied. He knows where you live and is frustrated with himself that he let this happen. He enters your home, while you’re at his apartment, to find the thing that’s lurking in your closet. Turns out it’s a weak devil. He exterminates it on sight. Later, he comes back to his apartment with you waiting for him. He tells you about “the devil hunters that showed up to get rid of the problem”, but he suggests you could continue to stay with him. You agree as he takes you back to your home to collect your things.

-

Yoshida and you were walking home from school — BOOM! Your legs start getting tired from the long day. You both decide to take a break near a wall, you’re sitting down on the floor with Yoshida directly in front of you. He suggests to piggy back ride you home, you refuse at first, but allow him a few seconds later realizing you want to be home faster. He lifts you with ease while also holding your book bag, along with his own. You rest your head on his shoulder the rest of the walk home. It’s quite comfortable.

-

You lay in the bathtub when Yoshida comes into the bathroom. You ask him to join you and he obliges even though he already took a shower before you. You two are both in the bathtub facing each other. Soon, you crawl towards him and lay stomach-down on top of him with your arms around his neck. His arms wrap around your waist as you two stay there for a while. After that, the two of you decide to bathe together more often.

-

Hugging Yoshida for a few minutes feels so euphoric for him. He likes hugs a lot, he holds you closer for just a little bit before he lets go. As a sign of affection, he bit you while you two were hugging. It was on the hand, at this point you’ve gotten used to it. He tells you to bite him back at some point jokingly. So the next time you two hug was the day you bite his neck softly. He’s shocked at first but accepts it quickly.

-

You complain to Yoshida about not kissing as often as you’d like. He’s sad that he made you feel that way and kisses you softly. Your face is flushed when he lets go. You whine and drag him back to kiss him again and again. They’re all short kisses, but as soon as he lets his guard down, you kiss him with tongue. When you let go, he’s red. You’ve never seen him this red, nor was it the first time you two kissed like that, but it was cute seeing him like that.

[chroncruik]

I thought this show was gunna be stupid. But boy was I in for a surprise.

[elmundodeflor]

A Stain the Color of You - An Akihime Story

READ FULL WORK HERE:  https://archiveofourown.org/works/44715286

Summary:

Aki is a man of routine:

He does the laundry on Fridays. Buys the same brand of cigarettes. Thinks of himself as a pretty lonely man, too.

Until one day, where he discovers a stain that unravels an entire rainbow of memories.

And he realizes, then, he might not be so lonely anymore.

Excerpt:

“He inhaled into the warm summer breeze and closed his eyes shut; hands lingering onto the balcony railings for the ignites of a flickering second. He wanted to draw a sparkly universe without beer and ramen and his work-suits. Another landscape without drunken conversations or his designated laundry days.

And yet, he found his brain was utterly incapable of doing so.

As if trying to daydream of another, alternate-lifetime where he never got to know the taste of cigarettes. Where he never got to see the Tokyo streetlights.

Where he never got to meet Himeno.

He looked over at her once more, and his pulse seemed to falter unsteady inside his chest. They had been partners for only three years at most, he was certain. But still, she had taken up every corner of his ever-small apartment: painted every sorrow nightmare into sunsets of cotton-candy sugar.

And so, he was sure, ever as the infinite blues glinting over the night skies: he couldn’t really remember how life was even before her.”

Huuuge thanks to @giuliadrawsstuff​ for making the BEAUTIFUL illustration to accompany this piece. You always know exactly how to bring my words to life and that means more than the entire world to me! <3 <3

Also, this is my first time ever writing Akihime, so if you liked this, pls let me knowww so I can keep creating more content for themm! <3