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hunn1e-bunn1e · 1 year ago
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Denji Hayakawa - "Half Your Melon Bread"
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In which a certain chainsaw devil man shares a sweet treat with a stranger at the park after shirking his devil hunting duties for the day. Or; In which you give Denji half of your melon bread out of sympathy poor hungry devil hunter boy. Part 2
                                                                                                   
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"Maaan, today was a long one"
Denji groaned out; stretching as he walked along the vacant street.
He had snuck off from Aki and Power not too long ago; ditching his assignment in favor of following a stray dog he'd spotted on the way. Unfortunately, he had lost sight of the dog soon after and now he was lost, wandering about the empty streets.
Just up ahead he spotted a park. It was one of those parks with a half playground; just a singular slide and a standard two-person swing set. There were also quite a few benches that littered the outer border and faced inward toward the playground.
But something caught Denji's eye or rather someone did. On a bench sat a lone person, a human, at least from what he could see at the distance he was standing from them.
Their back was turned to him, but he could see right off the bat that they had some kind of food given the way their arms and mouth were moving. From the ever-shrinking distance he found himself at, Denji believed it was a burger or something; he'd heard those were pretty damn good.
A nice, pillowy, sesame seed bun, melty cheese, crunchy pickles and onions, a thick juicy patty, and every condiment he could get his hands on... man, that sounds amazing right about now.
G U R G L E
Shit, now he was hungry.
Unfortunately due to ditching the blood-loving psycho and cock blocking top knot that were his partners, he had no money to buy food.
But the person on the bench had come to a stop next to his food... would they share with him? Or at least give him some money to buy his own? Probably not, but it's worth a try. So, the chainsaw devilman took a seat next to the stranger and simply glanced at their food from time to time, looking away every time they looked at him.
"Here."
The stranger softly spoke, catching the dirty blonde's attention.
In their hand was half of the packaged snack that they were previously holding; it looked like a bun but it was shiny with a criss-cross pattern on the top. Denji froze, not knowing how to respond; he didn't think he would get this far. Hell, he didn't even know what they were giving him.
"It's melon bread. I didn't poison it or anything; you saw it in the package already."
The stranger speaks again, this time standing up and holding the snack out the the devilman.
Hesitantly, Denji took it from their outstretched hand. He looked it over and lifted it to his nose, taking in it's fruity scent. Then he took a bite; and his mind was blown.
"I hope you enjoy it, you looked hungry. Well, see ya."
The stranger smiled at him gently, letting out a soft chuckle, before turning and walking away.
The dirty blonde-haired boy jumped a bit as he watched them walk away. Was it weird that he wanted them to stay here a bit longer? Should he tell them his name?
But, unfortunately for Denji, when he had finally made up his mind, the stranger was gone.
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sonderessence · 1 year ago
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TEXT ME! ... denji x gn!reader
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warnings / contains: nothin'
synopsis: texts between you and your silly boyfriend
a/n: one of my favorite fics 😭
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©bachirasegoist, 2023 — do not steal or copy works
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chaepink · 8 months ago
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can you write about sub yan cumming too fast and having to overstimulating himself for us ☺️
sub!yan, dom!reader, overstimulation, whining, crying, teasing, masturbation
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“I-It hic! It h-hurts, [name]!” Your yandere looks at you with glazed, glassy eyes, tears forming in the corners and falling as he pumps his dick fast.
“But darling, this is your punishment for cumming too fast. You caused this for yourself.”
He lets out a cry as he runs his own thumb over the tip, the pleasure making him shiver and for pre cum to leak out even more. There’s a small puddle of it underneath his dick and it slowly grows larger every time he cums.
You giggle at the lewd sight of his spread legs and how he’s watching your every move, wanting you to get closer and touch him any where.
“F-Fuck [name].” He lets out a desperate whimper. How many times has he cummed now? Three? Four? Your yandere doesn’t know, the pleasure and pain fogging his mind and making it hard to think. All he knows is that he’s close again and although it hurts, he doesn’t want to stop. His hand on his dick speeds up as the pleasure overwhelms him again.
“I-I’m close ah! Please l-let me cum, p-please?”
Grinning at just how pathetic he looks, you nod, wanting to see him fall apart again just from his own hand.
He sees you nod and lets out a cry as he cums, cum shooting out his spent dick and onto his already stained chest and thighs. He looks absolutely lewd like this but he looks so pretty at the same time.
Seeing his hand slow down, you only shake your head at him and he whines, knowing the words you’ll say next.
“Did I say stop darling? You’re not done till I say you’re done baby.”
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ty for reading to the end! ❤ - chaepink
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totorolaughs · 7 months ago
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VIRGIN! DENJI HEADCANONS
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gender neutral! reader, readers chest get called titis (1), loser + virgin denji (?), possible ooc??, no beta read REQUEST ARE OPEN
virgin! denji, the boy you meet in the first day school and is pretty much a loner and a loser.
virgin! denji who thinks he's a lesbian until you explain to him that's not how it works
virgin! denji who as you two get closer gets way more touch (ex: sitting on your lap as a ‘joke’ since other boys in class do it to their guy friends, holds your hands while you back to school and back, rubs his crotch against your behind whenever he hugs you from behind)
virgin! denji hasnt had his first kiss so when he told you, you had told you had a lot experience with girls and could teach him if he wants, which lead to you guys kissing as ‘friends’ so he can learn how to kiss girls.
virgin! denji who finally has his first kiss with a girl but isnt as exciting compared to kissing you so when he tells you, you end up making out with each-other just so he feels a little bit better.
virgin! denji comes home sobbing and calls you over and explains that he had confessed to his crush but he is ejected as she explains to him shes a lesbian, you hold him and whisper into his ear sweet nothings.
virgin! denji who complains that he will die if he doesnt touch a pair of titis, so like the good friend you are you let him touch your plush ‘tits’ which leads into him removing your school uniform and sucking on your sensitive nipples like a baby and leaving your poor chest feeling all sore.
virgin! denji who finally confesses that hes a virgin (which isnt shocking) and is terrified of dying a virgin knowing that hes a devil hunter and could die at any time!
virgin! denji who loses his finally loses his virginity to fucking his best-bro during the weekend
“so i just put it in?” he tilts his head as he looked at you, his brows frowned, you nodded. “yeah just put it in!” denji is hesitant hes never done anything sexual ever unless you count sucking on your best-bros chest or making out with them sexual but besides that he has zero idea on what hes doing! what if when he slides in it hurts?! you cup denjis face in your hands as you place a kiss onto his chapped lips “cmon denji.. dont keep me waiting!” you pout, his cheeks flush red as he slowly begins to slide into your tight entrance “f..fuck! youre so tight..!” as he begans to thrust in and out he feels like hes on cloud nine as he harshly slams his cock into your tiny hole, “fuck denji! f..faster!” you moan as your back arches, you tug on his blonde hair as he yelps, he holds onto your hips “ughh..okay!” he groans loudly, he feels himself getting closer and closer as your velvet walls hug his cock, with one final rough thrusts he begins to cum “c..coming! sosos g..good coming!!” he pulls you into a sloppy kiss, you can feel his warm cum fill you up. you pull away from the kiss to catch your breath “how did i do?..” denji mumbles as he looks away, his cheeks flushed. “you did good, such a good boy!” you giggle he just rolls his eyes “shut up!”
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brayneworms · 7 months ago
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can you do one where you edge aki hayakawa? PRETTY PLEEEAASSSEEE WITH ALL THE CHERRIES ONTOP
high & dry
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featuring. aki hayakawa x gn!reader
content. MDNI, smut, edging, handjobs + the beginning of a blowjob lol, pet names (honey), gender neutral reader + agab not mentioned, sub!aki + dom!reader, established relationship, cursing, mild pet analogy (it’s me what do you expect)
word count. 1.7k
synopsis. aki has a lesson to learn.
notes. minors don’t interact. found this in my drafts from like january so anon if ur still out there i hope u enjoy smile. i take commissions :3
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The thing about Aki is that he doesn't mean to misbehave.
The thing about you is that you've never considered yourself overly strict.
But somehow, somewhere in the muddle of this, this being you two and whatever was becoming of your relationship, both of these factors have been thrust into the spotlight and interrogated. The problem is that Aki is a fighting dog whose leash is fraying more with every day, who rushes into conflict with his heart first and his brain struggling to catch up. The problem is that you care for him, despite the awful inevitability of how badly it will end weighing on your mind.
Aki likes to flirt with death, and you like to keep him safe. These factors, as you might imagine, clash frequently.
So—you either become the screeching, shrewish partner, leaving every night a sour argument where you don't face each other where you sleep. Or you take your frustration out in more productive ways. Because, truly—you don't like to yell at Aki. It makes him grumpy and stonefaced but more than that, it makes him hurt. You can see the flickers of it in his dark blue eyes, some fragment of his childhood that never healed properly, like an old wound that bleeds anew whenever you prod it. Tender and painful as skinned knees.
But this, this works for both of you, you think.
His fingers curl up his work slacks, bunching starched polyester between bitten nails. He's looking anywhere but at you, knelt between his legs, cheeks shaded pink beneath the tumbling bangs of ink-dark hair. "You don't have to," he starts, like he always does, ever the gentleman. It makes him a little twitchy to be given pleasure like it's a gift. It's so sweet that it almost makes you feel bad.
You take him in your hand, half-hard and hot, and he hisses. You have a sneaking suspicion, something that's been blooming for a while now, that you may have been the first person to touch Aki like this. The first time you'd slept together he'd had to mumble the names of all the Devils he had contracts with under his breath to last more than a minute inside you.
There's a wound on his hip the colour of a bloody sunset, jagged like a mountain silhouette. It almost seems to mock you as you stroke him loosely, gathering the pearly beads of pre that bloom at his tip as he gets more and more turned on, more sensitive. His chest shakes ones when he inhales, his hands twisting the fabric of his pants uncomfortably. Your slow, patient pace makes him almost overwhelmed, feeling it wrack out from between his thighs in torturously hot, slow waves, makes his whole body shudder.
Once he's hard, you say, "Tell me about today."
Aki grunts, brows furrowing. His hips cant up, once, a silent plea. But your hand has slowed now, so he tenses his jaw and sighs.
"Found a Devil," he says through gritted teeth. "Some a-abandoned warehouse."
"It gave you this?" You use the hand that was wrapped around his cock to stroke over the nasty gash on his skin, and he makes a wonderful shivery noise—both, you think, at the loss of contact to his hardness and the ghost of sharp pain that echoes from your touch along his wound.
"Yeah," he sighs shakily. He looks down at you now, eyes soft, almost pleading. "Could you—"
"You weren't alone, were you, Aki?" you ask, blinking up at him. You think he's starting to get the game now; blood runs up to colour his cheeks darker and his eyes flit away as though in shame. "Didn't you call for backup?"
"Too far away," he says, gritty with irritation. He feels foolish, sitting on the edge of the bed with his dick out. Still hard, despite you not having touched it for about half a minute. "I had it handled."
"You should've waited," you tell him.
"You're killing my hardon," he tells you flatly. You roll your eyes and pick up where you left off; when your hand wraps around him he lets out a shaky sigh and tips his head back towards the ceiling. You'll never tire of how sensitive he is, responding to every touch like it's the first time; when your hand wraps back around him his thighs clench and spasm all over again, and he makes a quiet noise in the back of his throat.
You stroke him, more firmly now, with the occasional focus on his tip. It starts to leak over your hand, and Aki makes a quiet, embarrassed grunt at the sight of it. Privately, you don't mind too much—unlike most guys, Aki has the grace to be abashed by it, which is already enough to put him in your good books—but his humiliation is an added bonus you'd happily put up with some less-than-savoury things for.
You're mean, maybe, in the way a bunny thinks their owner is mean for locking them in a hutch each night. But, you know, the owner only does that for the bunny's own safety.
Sometimes, the owner really does know better.
Aki's thighs twitch; you amuse yourself watching the spasm of the muscles play across beneath the smooth, pale skin, thinking absently of how you'd like to get your mouth on that soft flesh inside. "Y/n," he warns, voice catching, breathy. "I—dammit, I'm gonna—"
You make a thoughtful noise, and then release your grip entirely. Aki gapes down at you, eyes snapping open. "What the hell?" he fumes.
"Say that you should have waited for backup," you tell him patiently. Your positions are some perverse subversion of power; he looms over you, strong legs bracketing your face. By all accounts, you're surrounded as you look up at him. But he's the one looking at you like you've shot him in the chest. His brows knit together in frustration.
"Are you fucking joking?" he gapes. "What is this? You—"
"Aki," you say, so softly that it must frighten him because he stops short, looking at you warily. "You know I care about you, so much, yeah?"
"I—" he looks thrown, impossibly lost. "I guess? Yeah."
"Good." You lean your head on his knee, watching how his throat bobs when he looks at you. His thighs twitch almost indecipherably at the contact, erection showing no sign of flagging. "And you know I want to protect you, and keep you safe? I want you to want that, too."
"I..." Aki's voice is taking on a hoarse tinge. "I know... that."
"Then why do you keep throwing yourself in such dangerous situations?" You unspool a nail up the inside of his leg, and he gasps slightly in anticipation. "What are you going to do next time?"
"I—" he cuts himself off, strangled. "I'm going to... call for backup."
Your finger trails to a halt. "You mean that?"
"Yeah," he says, a little frantically. "I will. I swear. Y/n, please—"
You lean forward, brushing your lips against him. Aki moans, eyes widening as his pupils expound until his eyes are less sodalite and more black-hole. You let your tongue flicker out and trace over the head, tasting him, putting your hands on his thighs so you can feel him strain to hold back. Ever the gentleman, Aki hates to lose control and buck into your mouth. It still happens sometimes, of course, because at his heart he's a needy inexperienced hunter and you revel in the punishment of pretty things. It's mean, you know, to goad him where he's a little helpless.
But the owner knows best. You know how to get him to remember his lesson.
You draw back, pressing a final kiss to the head of his cock like tying the ribbon on a giftbox. Aki blinks blearily at you, mouth slack, expression adorably confused as you wipe at your lips with a thumb.
"What—" he croaks.
"I want you to remember what you said, Aki," you tell him sternly. "I can't reward bad behaviour."
You think he's getting it. Box. Rat. Electric shock. Et cetera.
"Wait," he pleads, brows scrunching together in honest-to-god panic. "I'll remember, okay? I told you I would. I won't misbehave."
"And I want to believe you." Your hand draws soothing circles on his knee and it makes his bottom lip quiver slightly. "So... when you show me you're taking your safety seriously, then you'll get a reward."
Aki's mouth hangs open. "You're serious," he croaks with some shattering finality; he shuts his eyes against the blue-dark, whole body shuddering. "You're fucking... what if I just decide to jack off?"
"You can do that," you shrug. "But I think you know what'll happen if you do."
Aki makes a frustrated noise; he glances down at his erection, starting to flag only slightly. He wants you to touch him so badly; all he can think of is your fingers, your mouth, your hair in his fingers. Or, withholding that, he could at least slide his fingers around himself and get himself off, like he used to mostly infrequently before you.
But if he does that, how long will you hold out for? He knows, with a cold sort of dread, that you can hold out much, much longer than him. He's gotten a taste of it and now he can't be satisfied; it's the one area of his life where he totally lacks any semblance of self-control.
So with a devastated whimper, he reaches down and tucks himself gingerly back into his underwear. He's so turned on it almost stings as his briefs tug on his erection, and it's so much worse when he stiffly tugs up his slacks and buttons them again. For a moment after he just sits on the bed, breathing shakily until he's red in the face, trying not to squirm.
You stand up, brush a lock of his hair back, smiling as he leans pathetically into the touch. There's a lukewarm sweat beading on his brow. "I'm so proud of you, honey. I'm going to start dinner, okay? You stay in here and relax. You've had such a hard day."
Aki's eyes burn into your back as you turn and leave. It takes every modicum of mental fortitude he has not to throw himself on the ground and beg and sob for you to touch him. The thought of going without is almost painful.
He stares down at the faint bulge in his slacks, gripping his own thigh for support. Wonders about grinding the heel of his hand against it, just for some momentary relief.
Aki shuts his eyes. He doesn't want to misbehave. And he does not touch.
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rekino2114 · 7 months ago
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How the chainsaw man girls handle jealousy
A/n:I usually don't write for the csm 2 girls but let me know if you want me to and I'll add them to the masterlist (mainly cause I really like fami)
Makima
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Thanks to you, makima, now could finally feel true emotions. You made her feel the happiness of being truly loved, the sadness of being without you, anger when a devil had the gall to hurt you, and the worry of when you came injured from a mission and so on..
She felt another one of those emotions when she saw you talking to another girl at the public safety headquarters, a particularly flirty one who apparently didn't know you were dating her boss.
Ah this must be jealousy.
She wasn't that bothered by it. She knows she can trust that you'll never leave her. However, the moment she starts touching you even after you clearly rejected her and is making you feel uncomfortable, that girl is dead.
She might have better morals after meeting you but she's not above killing who she deems as human scum.
But if things don't reach that stage, the girl might just be assigned a particularly difficult mission as her next
"Sorry, but I have a girlfriend,"
"Who cares? It's not like she's gonna know anyway"
"Sorry to interrupt, but I'd like to talk to y/n"
"Ah! M-miss makima!"
"Oh sure babe"
"B-babe? You mean she's your girlfriend"
"Exactly, and now that you know I suggest not looking forward to your next mission"
Power
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The moment she sees you talking to another girl, she gets mad, she assumes you're cheating on her cause she doesn't have that much of an understanding of relationships.
In her eyes, you don't need anyone else when she's clearly the best option.
She's also really angry towards the girl. How dare she try to steal what's hers? Even though she wasn't flirting with you
"Hey! Y/n! What are you doing talking to this human"
"Oh power, don't worry she was just asking me directions"
"Like I believe that! You better go away this very moment I'll kill you!"
"Power be nice"
"Only if you stop talking to this bitch"
"*sigh* I'm so sorry"
Himeno
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How she reacts depends on how drunk she is.
She gets really clingy when she is drunk, so she'll hug you from behind and lazily try to pull you away from the girl you were talking to while mumbling some incoherent words and that's usually your sign to take her home.
She's really not that jealous when sober, even when a girl flirts, she doesn't get mad, she understands her,after all if she didn't flirt with you she wouldn't have gotten with her amazing partner.
"Hey, you having fun without me over here?
"Oh sorry hime,I was just about to tell her I have a girlfriend"
"Oh you do? Sorry I had no idea"
"It's fine. I get it they're so stunning anyone would try to get with them"
"Did you just use the fact that a girl was flirting with me as a way to flirt with me?
"Guess so, I guess complimenting you is just second nature to me"
Kobeni higashiyama
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This poor nervous wreck of a girl.
Whenever she sees you talking to another girl, she kinda gets anxious and starts comparing herself to that girl. Imagine how it is when a girl actually flirts with you
She starts overthinking and sweating,thoughts that you're gonna leave her for the other girl and how she's a bad girlfriend her fill her head.
She'd rather self combust than try to confront the girl with you around so she'll just continue wallowing in self-pity until you finish.
She needs a lot of hugs and reassurances later to calm down
"Hey, are you OK, kobeni? You were sweating and shaking"
"O-oh n-o i'm ok, what about t-that girl you were talking to?"
"I told her I had a girlfriend and she left, don't worry,more importantly, let's continue out date"
"R-really?"
"Of course you're my girlfriend right? I'd much rather hang out with you than some random girl"
"Uhm t-thank you"
Asa mitaka
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She is also kind of anxious and worried just way less than kobeni.
She feels kind of like a bad and boring girlfriend often, and that feeling skyrockets when a girl flits with you.
She trusts you, but seeing you so close to that girl while she blatantly flirts with you just makes her feel kinda angry at her, and yoru definitely tries to take advantage of that.
"Come on don't you wanna get rid of her anyway"
"Not in that way yoru!"
"Just turn her into a weapon, that way I get a new one to fight chainsaw man, and you get to take care of that bitch"
"I'm not gonna do that"
"Geez you really are a bad girlfriend then"
"I'M NOT A BAD GIRLFRIEND"
"........"
"D-did I say that out loud?"
"Yeah but don't worry at least it was the truth"
Yoru
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You and yoru begged asa to let her take control of her body for just an entire date. After a lot of hesitancy, she accepted but made yoru promise not to kill anyone........ You should probably think twice before trusting the war devil
The moment she saw another girl even look at you with a flirty gaze, immediately she turned her into a weapon without any hesitation.
You weren't that shocked, dating yoru does come with a very high chance of her trying to murder people she even thinks are trying to steal you, you were kinda mad at her for what she promised asa though.
"*sighs* why did you do that?"
"You're mine she was trying to take you from me. I could feel it"
"And how are you gonna explain it to asa?"
"Well it's not my problem"
"What?"
Then she feel unconscious the scars from her face disappeared and asa woke up looked at the weapon in her hand and then at you
"I'm so sorry asa I swear I can explain"
Fami
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She was just coming back to your table with your fast food orders (she got way too much food for herself). When she saw you talking to a girl, she didn't recognize
She didn't think much about it maybe you were just talking to a friend. So she ignored the kinda weird feeling in her chest by doing her favorite thing (tied with spending time with you) eating.
The girl, meanwhile, was very freaked out that a random girl was staring at her with a cold glare and ringed eyes so she left allowing you to go back to your girlfriend.
"Hey fami, sorry if It took me long"
"It's fine, who was that girl you were with?
"I don't know she just came up to me and started flirting"
"I see"
"Why? Are you jealous"
"No I am not"
"Alright whatever you say, you did eat faster than usual though and that's saying something"
"*sighs* Humans are truly weird creatures"
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marksbear2 · 7 months ago
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DENJI X OLDER MALE READER
Headcanons- Platonic!
Hello!! Today I’m trying to work on expanding my writing by writing for characters that I never wrote for!! So I’m doing Denji from CSM! Feel free to request!!
⚠️Warnings!!- Basically fluff, death mentioned at the end, killing, comforting and etc. Could be read as Gn.⚠️
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— You was his gay awakening. Instead of falling for Makima he fell for you. He was attracted to your maturity and seriousness. Not really in the romantic way but he quickly moved on from Makima.
— He always tries to impress you by trying to kill devil’s in front of you and acting all high and mighty and unfazed whenever he just got his ass kicked. 
— Spending all of his free time following you like some lost puppy. 
— His love language is acts of service so whenever your in need of something he will get it done. You need a pencil? He’s there with all sorts of pens and pencils. 
— He’s willing to do anything for you. He puts you first before anyone else.
— The first time he saw you fight a devil, he was starstruck in awe as you fought the devil. He was amazed by your movements and skills.
— Whenever your back from a mission he always asks you how it went, are you okay, did you get hurt, asking about how dangerous or big the devil was. Like some little kid.
— He thinks your totally badass if you defat a devil with ease. Becomes some childlike fanboy whenever you do it.
— Your one of the few who treats him like an actual kid, and not some object who they can use him for. You treat him like his age. 
— Only really listens to you. Whenever the other hunters try to boss him around he ignores them but if you say something he’ll do it.
— You kinda became his father figure.
— He waits inside your office waiting for you too be done with whatever paperwork or assignments.
— He secretly hates the fact that your close friends with Kishibe. He’s confused as to how you two are friends, but he just guesses since your two are around the same age and maturity level.
— He hates getting lectured by you, and always storms off whenever your doing it just to come back a hour later.
— Whenever he turns back from his chainsaw form he leans on you support and mumbles an apology for getting your clothes dirty from the blood.
— You taking him out to eat and such so he can experience things without the others. 
— You calling out Makima out for her manipulative and evil behavior. You always took Denji away from her and try to keep him away from her.
— You and Kishibe teamed up to train him and power together.
— He would sit by your desk and tell you all his biggest and all the way to his smallest fears. 
— You being one of the few people he actually trust and comfortable around you. Always smiling around you.
— He hates seeing you hurt, it kills him to see you injured, he would drop the whole mission to move you to safety.
— If you ever die, say from getting killed by a devil he wouldn’t rest until the devil pats for it. He would slowly be consumed by anger and revenge to the point he would be willing to die for your revenge.
— Denji wouldn’t move on from your death. He would sit in your office just staring at the your chair.
— Accidentally calls people by your name. He doesn’t really catch himself doing it but the others noticed.
— He always freezes up whenever someone would say something that reminded him of you. Hearing a line you would usually say causes him to stop whatever he’s doing and his heart pounding in his chest.
— Denji hates it whenever would someone would use the brand of cologne you used before dying. He would kinda get angry and say “That’s Y/n’s cologne your using you know!?”
— If you had a devil contract he would ask about how you got it, what type of devil it is and if you got any cool powers from it.
— Accidentally called you dad one time and his face went red from embarrassment as he tried to clear up the accident.
— He isn’t ashamed to show his childish side around you. He feels safe and comfortable around you so he doesn’t feel judged.
THE END
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nicherayyy · 5 months ago
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can you do headcanons with La Squadra with a member that's like Power from CSM? 👀
Absolutely!
La Squadra & Power-like teammate hcs
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No one in La Squadra really expected their new teammate to be this UNHINGED
And here they thought that they saw everything with Formaggio😭
Like, the newbie gives no shit
But as long as Risotto pays them, they’ll just do their job
Honestly, I’m wheezing just imagining this interaction
Risotto: So, tell me about your stand. Because I hope you understand that if you want to join the team like ours you need at least—
Reader: Yeah-yeah my stand is super-duper cool you have no idea. It’s like much better than yours in every way. So.. how much do you pay?
Prosciutto is still shocked that Risotto hired them.
I imagine that reader wouldn’t even care about bonding with their teammates at first
Seriously, you’ll only see them on mission
And MAYBE, JUST MAYBE you might see them on the meeting
If you do count your lucky stars
You’ll literally never see the day like that ever again
(Yeah Prosciutto made them go)
Most of the time La Squadra doesn’t even know where they are
They just randomly materialise smelling like they were dumpster diving😭😭
Illuso: is that… a piece of salami on your shoulder?
Reader: …mind your own business
So yeah I feel like it would take at least a few months before they bond from anyone from La Squadra
And it would look like:
“Yeah you’re kinda cool I guess, so.. wanna hang out?”
(I’m sure that’ll be Formaggio lol)
He’s like the only person I could see this happening with
Yeah, he’s probably the only one who finds their shenanigans funny
Prosciutto would definitely hate the way they smell
Prosciutto: don’t you know what a shower is?
Reader: shower is for loosers, like you for example
After that he force-sprayed them with a garden hose.
Ghiaccio thinks they’re weird, illogical, rude, dumb, crazy, unprofessional, uneducated—
When the newbie realised they could make Ghiaccio rant about anything and everyone ohohohohhhhh
Ghiaccio: DON’T YOU REALISE THAT THE EARTH IS NOT FLAT??? IT’S NOT!!! IT’S A SPHERE!!!
Reader: no it’s not
Ghiaccio: I SWEAR TO GOD YOU IDIOTA—
Pesci is kinda scared of them
So he tries to stay away as much as possible
Illuso’s another person who’d hate their smell
I can see him gifting his teammate a bar of soap
The teammate ate the soap. In front of Illuso.
In all honesty it was a nice soap
Melone finds their weirdness funny
But he definitely won’t hang up with them
But I mean, they’re kinda funny when the two of them paired together on missions
Another thing is, he finds their unhingeness interesting
He likes not knowing what they’ll do next
Eat another bar of soap? Burn the house down? Commit an arson?
The possibilities are endless
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yan-rai · 6 months ago
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Yandere! Aged up! Denji x reader x Yandere! Makima
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Synopsis: Denji is quite a handful, after all, he grew up unfortunate. He's ecstatic at the smallest things, so imagine how he acts when you do the slightest gesture. Especially when he sees competition. The same could be said with Makima, she has a calm exterior, but, she hates having to share her property. So, why not settle this with a duel?
-Warning- SPOILERS FOR PART 1. This is a yandere work, it will include dark themes (however in this, I would say it is light). I do not control who reads this, however, this should not be romanticized and should stay in fiction. I do not condone this behavior. Light editing, Suggestive, cheating(?) reader, also in a way, manipulative. Aged up! Denji. Cannibalism(?), death, mentions of religious aspects (praying by Denji and reader) being called a wife by Makima (no gender associated though since she refers to herself as the husband). Implied that reader is not fully human, could be considered a fiend, devil or a hybrid.
Side Note!: I accidentally uploaded this without knowing so it had to be put on private since I don't know how to change it back to drafts 😭. This is my first published blog, so I'm still a newbie trying to figure things out. If you see any errors, whether it be typos or giving reader a gender, don't be afraid to tell me! I'll quickly fix it. These images are NOT mine, Denji chibi is made by JackGravitty, Makima chibi is made by Yknsugar. Other images are just manga panels.
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𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪 You're aware of Makima's plan.
𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪 After all, she considers you as family, why would she need to keep something from you?
𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪 When you meet Denji, you're in a way, disappointed.
𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪 Makima gushes about Chainsaw man, but when you see the barely adult, you wonder if Chainsaw man was truly great as she painted him to be.
𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪 Not wanting the plan to fail, you treated Denji kindly.
𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪 Offering food, cleaning up after him, and giving praise.
"Ohhhh Yeahhhh!" Denji shouted as you handed him a plate full of meat. "Thank you for the food!" Denji clasped his hands together as he dug in, almost choking in the process. "Denji, you'll have to be more careful, can't have you dying without completing the contract now, hm?" You tilt your head, Deji coughed. "Y-Yeah! Sorry..." He drank water. "Uhm... (Y/N), what's your type?"
"My type?" You tilted your head, "Hmmm." You put a finger on your chin. Obviously it'd be Makima, and only her. However, perhaps him taking interest in you was the plan? You knew she'd be pissed if you ruined it, you smiled. "I think I'll be the most happy with you, Denji." "W-With me!?" He stuttered, checks flushed. "Yeah. You're cute, loyal, basically like a dog" you named off, leaning towards his face, "And most of all, you're Chainsaw man."
"You'll protect me, right?"
Denji nods frantically.
"What's your type?" You smiled.
"Y-You!" He blurted out.
"I'm glad."
You lean further, connecting your lips against his.
𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪 Denji would be lying if he said he *hadn't* gotten a boner right there and then.
𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪 I mean? What reaction would he have gotten instead!?
𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪 A hot person kissing him as they confirmed their feelings!?
𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪 Denji now believes you're in a relationship with him, he's yours and you're his, simple as that.
𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪 While Makima did treat him well, you did it with wanting nothing in return, it was as if, you liked him for him. You saw him as Denji, not Chainsaw man.
𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪 That's all it takes for him to fall head over heels for you.
𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪 Denji would be far more clingy with you, annoying a certain boss.
𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪 Not like he cares, though.
"(Y/N)" She called out, no longer allowing you to daydream as stood near her door.
"I've heard you got into a relationship, hm?" Makima spoke, sitting at her desk as you stood. "Ah, you too?" You sighed, he was practically announcing it to the world with how he acted. "Congratulations." Makima continued her smile, however, with most of her smiles, it was fake. "It's not my fault." You furrowed your eyebrows, "You said you were going to take care of him! Why'd you toss it over to me?" "Why did you give the dog hope?" Makima responded, no longer smiling. "I didn't want to ruin your plans, so I assumed you'd want me to flirt with him so he doesn't run away." You huffed.
She stayed silent before tapping on her lap, reluctantly, you sat.
Putting her arms around you,
"I didn't know my wife cared about me so much. But, I'm sure you're aware, I don't like sharing."
Her lips trail down from your lips to your nape, she bites your collarbone.
"Stop it. We're at the office." You hitched, "Since when were you the husband?" She teased, licking the hickey she recently gave you. "You're aware that I don't like Denji, right? You don't have anything to worry about. I'd choose you over him, no matter what." You reassured, Makima hummed. "Makima, I love you. We'll get officially married, start a family," You rested on her shoulder, clasping your hands with hers, "and stay together for entirety." You whispered.
She paused. Her eyes trail up to your face, she fiddles with the buttons, hands slowly trailing to your tie. Pulling on it, she brings your face closer to hers, biting your bottom lip.
"You're mine and mine only, you belong to me."
𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪 Normally, she doesn't care about the people around you, they're nothing but flies.
𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪 She met you waaaaaayy before Denji even existed.
𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪 But Denji clearly was changing you.
𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪 She saw the way you looked at him, as if you *actually* liked him.
𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪 She hated how a mere pet can change someone's feelings quickly.
𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪 What did that dog have that she didn't?
𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪 Nothing! She had everything, the will to change someone's memories, control anyone, hell she was unstoppable at this point!
𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪 That's right.
𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪 He *had* nothing, but now, he's surrounded by people he loves.
𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪 Perhaps it's time for the dog to be put back on a leash?
"I apologize for the loss, Denji." Makima sipped her coffee, as the dogs played around both her and Denji. "We tried everything to make sure everyone came out alive, but, the gun devil, he's quite strong. However, we managed to defeat him." She smiled.
Denji, however, seemed to still be shaken up by Aki's death, as expected. After all, Aki took care of Denji, treating him as a little brother, someone who died because of him. "Makima..." He suddenly spoke. "You said, if we defeated the gun devil...I can make any wish, right?" Denji lifted his head, putting his fingers in his mouth. "Of course," Makima smiled as she put her coffee on her lips. "Then... Can I make a wish where (Y/N) will never leave me? If everything goes wrong, then, they'll be the only one who'll stay with me?"
Makima paused, no longer smiling, her eyes glaring daggers.
Tch.
Does this fucker really think he has a chance with you?
Makima sipped her coffee, regaining her smile.
"Is that what you wish for, Denji?"
"Yes...please. I-I... I can't afford to lose them."
""Denji, it's your birthday, correct?" Her head tilted.
"Huh? Oh, y-yeah!"
"Happy 19th birthday."
"Thank you, Makima." Denji blushed.
"Say, I actually invited someone over." Makima stood up, "Really? Who!?" Denji turned his body around as Makima neared the door.
Denji's smile never fell, he wondered who it could be. Perhaps (Y/N)? It'd be nice to hear a birthday saying from them. Perhaps it'd be one of her men, ready to give him the birthday boy treatment. Perhaps it'd be Power, who would jump to him ecstatically like a wild dog. Or better yet, even if he knows it might not be true, perhaps there would be a way, to bring back Aki, so they could once again be like a happy family.
Makima gently opened the door.
"Denji..."
Ah! He was right! It's Power!
"Power!" Denji ran to get up, almost tripping.
"No way! A cake!?" He cheered, it was the first time he'd received a cake for his birthday. Truly, his life was turning around, he loved becoming Chainsaw man.
"H-"
"Bang."
"Eh...?"
Blood splattered on his face, his eyes laying upon power, whose head fell near her legs. Her torso completely gone.
Denji's eyes slowly started to face Makima, who, only had a smile as her hand still had the pointing gesture.
"Your wish, (Y/N)... To be the *only one* to stay with you, right?" Makima spoke, facing him.
His smile falters.
No.
He didn't mean it like that.
Not at all!
Why.
Why did she do this to him!?
God damn it!
Why did he wish it like that in the first place!?
No... Nobody would think it like that!
It was her fault.
For everything.
"Why..." He lets out.
Makima only smiled.
"Do you hate me or something!?" Denji shouted, clenching his fist.
"Hate is... quite a strong wrong, though, I can't deny it. But, it's just a mere punishment for believing that (Y/N) would want to stay with you in the first place. Dogs need to be punished when doing things they aren't meant to." She laughed, except it wasn't the laugh she always presents herself with. It was a hollow laugh, something like it wouldn't come out of a human in the first place. "You're wrong! (Y/N) loves me! They...they presented me with such kindness, They protect me, feed me, kiss me...hold hands...they... They trust me to save them! Save them from *things* like you!"
Denji leads his hands near his cord.
"I'll fight with everything I got to defeat a monster like you." He spat.
"Denji, did you really think (Y/N) loved you?" Makima questioned, "Don't you ever stop to think? (Y/N) only loves you for Chainsaw Man, not Denji. Just like all the other people that came and went, they fought for Chainsaw Man."
"(Y/N)'s the same, except, they work for me. They *love* me. They offered to take the role of the person you'd fall in love with. That mouth that praises you, kisses you, calls out your name, it's done the same to me. Far more, and... It actually holds its meaning."
𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪 No.
𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪 NO.
𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪 You... You weren't like them at all!
𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪 You loved him for him!
𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪 Those moments that you shared, the times where you would kiss him first, laugh at his jokes...
𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪 Had they all been lies?
𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪 No! He refuses to believe it! Makima clearly was lying!
𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪 She had to have been jealous!
𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪 It's okay! He'll make sure he defeats her! You two will be able to live together once and *without* meddling things.
𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪 All of this will be for you.
𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪 She wanted to laugh again.
𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪 The way he thinks he'd be able to defeat her was funny.
𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪 Sure Chainsaw Man was strong, but, she'd be fighting Denji, not him.
𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪 If Denji knew better, he'd know that he should back off this instant.
𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪 She smiles smugly.
"You're aware you'll end up dying, right?"
"I'll never let you have (Y/N)!"
Denji pulls on the cord, turning into chainsaw man.
"Grahahaha!" He laughed manically.
"May the best one win." Makima smiled, revealing chains as past encounters revived. Including Aki, Reze, Angel Devil, and so on.
MAKIMA'S WIN.
𐃬𐃬𐃬𐃬𐃬
Her feet echoed as she stepped on the rumble due to their aftermath.
She grabs Chainsaw Man by his head, whom, was ripped in half.
"Tch."
She rips out a heart.
It was oddly shaped, since it was the Chainsaw Devil, or as Denji called it, Pochita.
"What a waste." She sighs, remembering the battle. Power showed up out of nowhere, trying to defend Denji, and of course, still died. Frankly, Makima was quite annoyed, she spent years thinking she'll eventually fight *The* Chainsaw Devil. And yet, the devil didn't even come out to fight her, and she instead won against Denji.
Taking a cigarette from one of the corpses she used, she sat down.
Smoking for the first time.
She coughed.
"It doesn't matter now." She spoke with a hoarse voice.
She held Pochita close, "We'll get rid of the unnecessary together, that way, (Y/N) and I will be able to live in a world of peace. We'll start a family together, and perhaps you can be included too? You'll be like a child to us." She smiled.
"We'll have a happy life."
She paused, her smile widening.
"Ah. They arrived." She looks back, picking up your scent.
"W-What... Happened here?" You looked at the mess.
Makima called you in out of nowhere.
"There was quite a fight."
"I can guess, Makima." You remarked.
"Can you guess who won?" She tilted her head.
"What's that on your hand?" You peeked.
"The key to our ideal life." She showed, you paused.
"How did you obtain it?" You ask, sweating.
You knew the answer.
And yet, you still asked.
"He's dead."
"You... I thought we weren't actually going to kill him!" You gasped.
"Hahaha... How else would we obtain the heart?" She laughed, with her usual hollow laugh.
DENJI'S WIN.
𐃬𐃬𐃬𐃬𐃬
He panted.
He defeated Makima.
He was lucky Power managed to show up in time.
Though, he could praise himself for letting Makima's guard down, that required planning.
"Huh." Makima let out.
"Chainsaw Man didn't come to save me." She furrowed her eyebrows, looking down as her blood splattered. She wasn't even fully split, it just stopped at her torso.
"Guess (Y/N)'s all mine now, huh?" He smiled.
The life she wanted with you, crumbled before her eyes.
"This is hardly enough to..."
"I know."
His chainsaw rumbles.
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"Thank you for inviting me to dinner." You smiled,
"Yeah.. I just wanted to prove that I'm getting better at cooking!" He smiled, walking towards you as he handed you your plate. "That way you can depend on your boyfriend a little more." He sat down.
You blush a bit.
You'd be lying if you said you hadn't gained some form of love towards him.
You catch the smell of the food, your smile widening.
"This looks delicious, Denji!" You praised.
"After you, you're older than me after all."
"Thank you for the food," you quickly prayed, digging in.
The flavor was immaculate, the way everything was fried was to perfection.
"Where'd you get this meat from? It tastes better than the store I get it from." You spoke, taking another bite as Denji ate his.
He kept chewing, allowing a moment of silence, before he swallowed it.
"It's Makima." He spoke, taking another bite.
"Pardon?" You drop a piece of food from your chopsticks, your smile now fading.
To be honest,
Makima hasn't called you in for a while, you thought it was because she's been busy with work, you'd rather not bother her.
"You're eating Makima."
It finally dawned on you.
You were eating your once lover, prepared by your current lover.
You wanted to barf.
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head-shoulders-knees-pain · 2 months ago
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Day 19: Angel Devil x Gn!Reader - Phone Sex
fandom: Chainsaw Man
word count: 500+
cw: 18+, dom reader, sub character, phone sex, comfort minimal hurt(?), mutual masturbation, accidental exhibitionism
tag: @ficsforgaza
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When I first joined Public Safety, if you had told me that I would be dating a devil, I probably would’ve laughed in your face and asked to have whatever you were having cause that’s crazy.
After years on the job and getting put into Tokyo Special Division 4, I guess I’m crazy because it happened. I’m also crazy lucky because I got the best devil there is, Angel.
I open the door to my apartment and sigh, honestly just thinking of them puts a smile on my face.
It was a struggle to get here, they still don’t want to touch but they’ve lowered their walls enough to call them mine.
It’s a shame we were put on different missions today, hopefully I can convince Makima to let me do like Power and Denji do with Aki and let him stay at my place…hehe maybe a little too soon to be moving in together but at least he’d get out more that way.
The buzz from my phone pulls me away from my thoughts, as well as a groan when I see Makima’s name. Great, hopefully nothing's wrong and she just needed to check something.
I answer the call with a polite tone, “Ms. Makima, I wasn’t expecting to hear from you. Is everything alright ma’am?”
“Actually, a situation has come up and I need your assistance.” Fuck, what else should I have expected?
I move back to the front door, going to put on my shoes before I’m caught off, “Stay where you are. I just need you to stay on the line.”
That doesn’t make anything more clear for me, “Ma’am? What does that-”
“The Angel Devil was hit with another devil’s powers today during their mission and is in quarantine.” What!?
“Ma’am!” ��No. Nobody can come into contact with the devil until they calm down.” “But-” “The power they were hit with is non-lethal to them but is causing them distress. We believe you can help by talking to them through it.”
I take a deep breath to calm myself, “So Angel isn’t hurt? Just…what kind of devil were they chasing?”
“They were hunting a devil known as the Lust Devil, and we believe their attack had an almost aphrodisiac effect on the Angel Devil but we cannot be confident that it won’t cause them to harm others so we are monitoring the situation as it passes through them.”
“So…you want me to calm them down? How can I do that through the phone?”
“I am aware the two of you are closer than most should be with devils, but if you can get a handle on the situation then I will overlook this oversight-” well now I can’t refuse, not that I was anyways- “From what we’ve observed, normally the effect wares off once the individual reaches sexual climax, however, it appears that the Angel Devil is unable to.”
Hand up to my ear, room silent, and I’m not completely sure I still heard her right.
After a moment of silence, she pipes back up on the phone. “Are you still there?”
“Uh- yeah no sorry I’m still here just…didn’t expect that-like at all.” I walk over to the couch and flop down on it.
“Ah, well if you’re a virgin then I can simply-“
I jolt up in my seat, cutting her off, “Whether or not I’m a virgin means nothing, I’m helping him. You just caught me off guard Makima.” “So you believe you can-“ “yes please stop talking and just- just let me talk to him.”
The line goes silent and I slump back into the couch again. I listen to her heels clack on the floor, low muttering in the background, before I hear a hard click that cuts to panting.
“Angel?” I softly call out.
A gasp is heard over the line before some quiet cries are made.
“Oh my little dove, what’s wrong?”
I hear more sniffles, until “It hurts, they say I have to fix it but I c-can’t.”
His sobs break my heart, “Oh love, I’m so sorry this happened. I’d be there if I could-“
“No!” He screams before groaning, “Don’t wanna hurt you..”
“I know, that’s why I’m gonna help you from here, okay?”
I hear movement from his end but I can’t tell from what, “Baby if you’re nodding I can’t see it, you’re gonna have to talk to me too.”
“Okay…I don’t want to do it alone though. Can you make it better?”
He sounds like he’s almost whining, how could I refuse such a request?
I swallow before responding, “Sure, I’ll do it too. Pretend you’re doing it to me if that helps, or that it’s my hands doing it to you, okay?”
“Hmh, what first?”
“Well normally I’d warm up to it but you need to finish if we want to stop the pain, so can you strip for me?”
He murmurs out something a mix of yeah and okay before I hear more movement on his end, I quickly slip off my pants and underwear too.
“Nhh-now what?”
“Breathe for me dove, tell me what I’m working with.”
I hear him breathing heavy as he answers, “I’m hard, so hard it hurts. Reddish and wet at the tip but that’s it.”
“You’re doing so good already, following my directions. Now spit into your hand.”
After I hear it on his end, I repeat the action in my side. “Now, bring your hand to the top of your dick and slowly cover your length with spit and precum.”
I lean my head against the couch as my hand touches myself, other hand holding the phone up to my ear.
As I breathe into the phone, I hear his breath hitching before slightly turning into whimpers.
“It’s okay baby, how’s it feeling?”
“Hot, but- aah -good.”
Fuck. “Fuck, that’s it. Wrap your hand fully and pump up and down. You’re doing so good, my love.”
His whimpers turn into moans and I start to feel the weight come off my shoulders more so I stroke myself faster.
“Good boy, keep going. Up and down, you can switch hands if you’re getting tired.”
His moans get louder before turning into whines, “I-it’s not enough.”
“You can do it, just keep stroking. Don’t stop.”
I stroke faster and moan louder, “Shit- Angel, listen to my voice, can you hear how good you’re making me feel? You’re doing that.”
The speaker echoes his cries, “Please~ I wanna cum, how can I cum?”
“Reach your other hand down and twist the two while pumping. Keep picking up speed until I say you can cum.”
I can hear the difference when he does, unbashful beautiful moans.
I start to pant as I feel myself growing close, luckily he’s doesn’t sound too far away either.
His cries are a mix of moans, begging for more, calling out my name, or pleas to cum.
“Angel, cum.” I demand.
His scream of my name pushes me over as I spill into my hand.
I lay back on the couch, catching my breath as I listen to him breathing too.
“Angel? Do you feel any better?”
A hard click cuts in, “The Angel devil passed out, but seems to have recovered from the attack. Thank you for your efforts, I’ll see you in the office tomorrow.” Makima then cuts the line.
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pastelclovds · 2 years ago
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They are afraid of riding your face cause they worry they might crush your head, but you tell them that you know they would never hurt you (and that you would be happy to die by being suffocating by their thighs and ass). But as soon as your tongue passes their tight ring of muscles, they will silently cry while riding on your tongue until their legs grow tired. They slowly grow addicted to the feeling of your wet tongue moving inside them. This continues for a while until you slip two fingers in their asshole while your tongue is still inside them, the knot in their stomach bursts as they let out a surprised moan, cumming untouched onto their belly. They always want to ride your face since then.
BUBBA SAWYER, BRAHMS HEELSHIRE, VINCENT SINCLAIR, REINER BRAUN, CHOJI AKIMICHI, BEAM (CSM).
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hunn1e-bunn1e · 11 months ago
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hiii i just read "your melon bread" fic of denji and IT'S SO GOOD (i smashed the follow button immediately lol)
and i saw your asks are open so can i request a part 2 of it where the next day when denji, aki and power are patrolling the town and they walked pass a bakery and denji remembered what happened yesterday and forced aki to get inside and buy him melon bread but was greeted by the reader who's family owns the bakery (this is my first time requesting so sorry if it gets confusing and feel free to ignore this if u dont want to or if it makes u uncomfortable :3)
and can i be the 🦈 anon thankksss hope u have a good morning/evening/night ^_^
Denji Hayakawa - "Half Your Melon Bread" 2
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Hey 🦈Shark anon! Sorry for the absurdly long delay, but I've finally completed your ask. At first, I was just going to ignore it since “Half Your Melon Bread” was supposed to be a one-off thing, but the more I thought about it, the more I came to like it! —Benny🐰 Part 1
                                                                                                   
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Aki was… perplexed to say the least. The fiend(?) that he had been tasked to watch over hadn't so much as muttered Makima's name since yesterday; it was kind of unsettling. All the blonde idiot seemed to do was stare off into the distance and mutter something about bread.
While the topknot-styled man was a bit relieved that he wasn't being bothered by both of the idiots under his watch; he did grow a bit concerned. It seemed as though Power had as well, judging by the hard stare that she was drilling into the side of the Chainsaw Devil hybrid's head. The strawberry blonde hadn't uttered a word since they left the house; only staring at him in silence with a deep frown on her face.
Denji himself was deep in thought. That stranger… he never got their name; they left before he could ask. He did remember their face though, so he'll definitely thank them when he sees them again and maybe they'd let him touch their chest—
Bonk!
The dirty blonde walked right into a light pole while he was distracted by his thoughts. The boy groaned as he clutched his head in a futile attempt to soothe the pain and the ringing in his ears. As he looked at what he'd run into, he saw a soft yellow light in the corner of his eye. Turning his head, he saw that he, Aki, and Power were standing in front of a bakery.
A bakery… Baking… Bread is baked… Oh! Melon bread! He could get some of that here!
Quickly, Denji walks into the building, ignoring the annoyed protests of the senior devil hunter and cheers for food from the blood fiend. The smell of buttery freshly baked dough immediately permeated his nostrils as he walked through the door. It was a comforting but hunger-inducing smell that had likely not only him, but everyone else in the building heavily salivating.
“Welcome to Chubby Bunny Bakery; I can help you right over here, Sir.”  
A voice from behind the dirty blonde draws his attention from observing the bakery's interior and to the order station.
The devil man's eyes widen as he sees the figure standing behind the display case. It was the stranger from yesterday in the park! They were holding onto a sheet pan of cookies; sliding the display case glass backing to the side and putting the pan of cookies inside.
“It's you!”  
Denji exclaims as he, rather rudely, points at them; finger only inches from their face due to how close he already was.
The stranger stares at him for a bit before they chuckles and gently grab his wrist to pull his hand down. They grab a small menu card from a stack of them that sits next to the register and place it in front of him with a small smile.
“Yes, it's me, bread boy. Did you have anything in mind already? If not, you can look at our menu here to help you decide.”  
The stranger tells him, tapping the menu card between them twice.
“Oh! Uh– melon bread. Pl—”  
The devil man was interrupted by a firm grip on his shoulder flipping him around to face an incredibly annoyed aki. 
“And what money are you going to use to pay for it? Not mine.”  
The raven-haired man asked rhetorically as he glared at the younger boy.
While Aki was talking the stranger came back to the front with a beige wax paper bag in their hand and held it out to the dirty blonde. Denji gingerly took it in his hand, ignoring his superior's irate rantings, and pulled out the glazed treat. He took a hesitant bite and his cheeks flushed a soft pink as the sweet melon flavor washed over his tongue; ignoring the aching in a few of his poorly managed teeth.
The stranger smiled at him before turning to the top-knot-baring man with their hand out expectantly. Aki sighed as he realized that he would be paying for Denji's food after all. Shoving his hand into his back pocket; he takes out his wallet and reluctantly forks over the needed amount, though not before he throws a nasty glare the younger boy's way.
“So, uh, I never got your name. Or gave you mine, really. I'm Denji.”  
The dirty blonde shyly muttered between nibbles of his sweet treat.
The stranger chuckles at his timid demeanor, figuring that he was just feeling a little embarrassed by the fact that he had no money. They rest their chin in the palm of their hand as they look him up and down; thinking about how he kind of reminds them of a dog.
“Well, nice to meet you, Denji. I'm [Name].”  
They introduce themself lazily; taking his hand in theirs and giving it a firm shake.
Suddenly though, the baked treat was snatched from the dirty blonde's hand by a wild Power as she dashed to the door.
“Sharing is caring, henchman!”  
The blood fiend shouts as she is chased out of the door by both males.
[Name] stares at the door for a few seconds before letting out an amused chuckle. What a strange bunch, they thought with a smile.
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lustychan · 11 months ago
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☆Puppy love
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Pairing- Denji x reader
Info- edging, degrading, pet name mentioned once, slow smut, denji wanting to feel up your chest♡, strap/dick and no specified gender.
Additional stuff- YEAH um first time writing this type of stuff so idk if it's decent but I triedd feed back would be helpful ♡.
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You and Denji have been really busy with devil work, so you guys haven't been able to spend a lot of time alone. It was 4pm, you and Denji had finished your last jobs, so you and he decided to go to your apartment to chill and eat.
After arriving, we changed our clothes and layed on my bed. You were doing your thing while he did his, then suddenly I felt a calloused hand on my hip rubbing it slowly up and down. "Hm… Denji what's wrong?", I mumbled, "I want you". He whined at me, so I turned over to look in his eyes "are you sure you aren't tired?", you said worried "[your name] I'm not tired, I want to", as he said that he rolled on top of you and pinned your hands to the sides of your head, and you smirk while looking up at him. "Since when did you become so bold?", you teased him as he started blushing then suddenly you raised up in a flash which made him fall back on the bed "tell me if you feel any comfort", he nodded quietly while blushing and you started kissing him slowly while moving my hands freely on his body until I slowly reached to his crotch and grabbed it roughly, he groaned out at the act and deepened our kiss even more.
I broke off the kiss and stared down at his list filled face, he looked like he was fucked dumb already from a kiss, I give him a quick peck on the lips before pulling off his shirt and shorts "oh your already hard what a slut, are you that desperate for me hm?", you teased him then pulled down his underwear gently, his dick looked so pretty hard as it hardened against his abdomen, as you dragged a finger up his dick he shivered then grabbed your hand "Ah.. ah stop teasing me", he moaned softly, you didn't respond as you slowly went down and gave his dick a small lick at the tip, you smiled as you saw small beads of pre cum come out, then you engulfed his dick whole and started bobbing your head up and down at a steady pace. "[ y-y-your name] slow down a little n-not not so fast ah ah", he moaned out your name with such pleasure you can't help but get turned on at it, you continue at a faster pace even when his hand was grabbing at your hair, after a while you pulled of as he was about to come "huh why did you stop??", he sounded like he was gonna cry "I want you to come from me pounding you". He blushed at what you said, you got some lube from your side table and poured it on your fingers, you then slowly pushed in your middle finger into his tight hole, he always felt so tight and warm, as you were doing this he started to slowly moan as he got used to it I added another after another until you had three fringers in him, you were going a little fast abusing his wet hole with your merciless thrusts "Ah ah ahhhh", he kept moaning "shh my little dog you don't want to make the neighbors hear you, after your deemed him ready you pushed in your strap/dick into him slowly so he could get used to the size of it, you look down at his hole smiling because of how he took your strap/dick so good. You started pounding him hard into the mattress while shocking him and singing praises to him "Hm you like that? You like how I mess up your hole so good", you ask him even if he could bearly form sentences to respond, you continue to have your way with him and even Peppering light kisses on his face.
You paused for a second to talk to him "you alright", he nodded slowly then spoke "it feels so good, b-but can I touch your chest?", he slurred out looking up at you like he was far gone. You nodded to the idea as you started picking up the pace but slower and allowed him to feel up your chest, him doing that turned you on and you suddenly felt the urge to mark him up so you started creating hickeys and bite marks on his "Mhm mm ah stop.. Ah people would see them", you smirked a shook your head.
As the night went on and you guys made passionate love it sadly eventually came to an end. "You good?", you asked as you guys relaxed in the warm tub " yeah", he smirked "I got to touch your chest after all", you playfully roll your eyes at the comment and just hugged him tighter.
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chaepink · 8 months ago
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pls thinking about needy!yan x ignoring!reader
not mentioned but dom!reader, sub!yan, ignoring yan, teasing, whining, praise at the end
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“[nameeeee] don’t ignore me!”
Your yandere pouts at you for what seems like the tenth time that night and you only ignore him, continuing to type on your laptop. “You know I’m busy, darling. Give me 10 more minutes.”
Your yandere lets out another loud whine at your reply. “You said that 10 minutes ago! Please? I’ve been good all day and I just want you right nowwww.”
You pause your typing and your yandere smiles as he assumes you’re finally giving in to his whining. But instead, you only turn your head around towards him and raise an eyebrow, a small smile on your face.
“How about… you be good for me for a little more without whining and I’ll reward you later?” Your yandere’s head immediately perks up at your idea and with a large grin on his face, he nods eagerly, almost like a cute, little puppy. How adorable.
“I’ll be good!” “Good boy.”
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ty for reading to the end! ❤ - chaepink
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totorolaughs · 7 months ago
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GENDER-BEND! MAKIMA HEAD-CANONS
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implied grooming, gn w amab reader in mind, creepy! makima, dead dove (?), reader gets called 'pup/puppy', no beta read , mentions of forced feminization, yandere makima (?) , slight obsessive/possessive makima (?), cliff hanger(?), male! makima, gender-bend makima, he/him from makima, no pronouns for reader!
male! makima who you saw when you were with your mom walking your dog at night, his yellow eyes with their red rings within them made you feel uneasy.. male! makima who has been keeping his eyes on you ever since you both locked eyes, something about you that made him want to keep you as a pet perhaps? male! makima, who finally meets you on your way back from school. you both bumped into each-other since you weren't paying attention as you were in your own little world, “apologizes” he spoke with a soft smile. ‘he's pretty..’  you think to yourself but quickly notice his eyes, it's the same man you saw when you young, “sorry..” you mumble as you look down at your feet and quickly walk away. male! makima who watches you through your bedroom window with his creepy eyes as you complain to your parents you can't sleep since you feel paranoid of someone watching you as you sleep. male! makima who watches you grow up as time goes on, and tries to find ways to get closer to you as time goes on. male! makima gets impatient, while you're out at school one day makima slaughters both of your parents and makes it look like a devil had slaughtered them. male! makima who's overjoyed when he hears the news that you’ll be joining and becoming a devil hunter. male! makima who slowly turns into a weird type of father figure for you since he always takes care of you after your long days of patrolling.
male! makima treats you better than anyone else in the division, and you're his favorite puppy. male! makima who gets you to trust him, and finally has you in his grasp to toy with your mind. male! makima who gets oddly touchy when you both are alone in his office, he’ll ask you to sit under his desk and pets you like a dog as he does paperwork saying it helps concentrate, makima who will place you on his lap and lap warm him like a puppy. male! makima, who becomes creepier and instead of doing paperwork goes out and sees you in action killing devils, down said it causes him to get hot and bothered seeing you covered in blood and gore! male! makima doesn't trust anyone else to keep eyes on you so he does it himself after sitting at his desk pumping his cock at the thought of you. male! makima hates whenever you try to avoid him thinking he wouldn't notice his pup trying to get away from his grasp. male! makima buys you cute dresses and makes you try them on whenever you misbehave. he'll force you to wear them to fight devils, he doesn't care if you feel embarrassed, it's what you deserve.
male! makima gets overhears you have been having a secret relationship with one of the members of the division, he isnt so happy to hear that, you're his puppy and if he has to keep you on a leash he will, but first he'll have to deal with a pest.
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brayneworms · 2 years ago
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i'll fetch you anything you like.
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featuring. aki hayakawa x gn!reader
content. MDNI, smut, riding, begging, crying, smoking, light masochism, burning (reader puts a cigarette out on aki), mild codependency, pet names (loverboy, darling), gender neutral reader, agab not mentioned, sub!aki + dom!reader, a little angst, pining, kissing, vague love confessions.
word count. 3.2k
synopsis. aki's smoking is a nasty habit, but you're certain you can get him to quit. also, aki pines.
notes. minors don’t interact. anyways how’s this for a first post ( totally normal abt aki hayakawa )
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Aki Hayakawa is an orphan in every sense of the word.
Literally being the one most people associate him with, but—Aki comes to a realisation when he's maybe thirteen or fourteen that the word runs deeper than that. It's not as if your entire life is defined by your relationship with your parents, after all; even people who have ones that are alive become something other than offspring in their life. Husband, brother, uncle, father. But orphan sticks, no matter how many people you fill your life up with to replace the parents you lost. Aki thinks there is something in the word that rings of loneliness; he could father a hundred children, become grandfather to two hundred more, gain friends and a partner, and still he would be Aki Hayakawa, orphan.
Alone.
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"That's a bad habit."
Aki's fingers don't pause in their ministrations, thumb pressing down on the jut of the lighter as it zips to life. The cherry of his menthol cigarette glows in the blue-dark of the office. The sky outside the thin window is pale with the gloaming, and he breathes a haze of gritty smoke over it, sullying the view.
You've made yourself at home on his desk, legs swinging leisurely. You must be cold in only his work-shirt and boxers that cling to your hips and thighs. You watch him passively, head cocked.
"One of my least dangerous ones," he intones, which is true enough for a man who has three years to live at most.
"Oh? What tops the list?"
Aki eyes you serenely. "I dunno if you've heard, but I work for this place called the Public Safety Division."
Your laughter breaks the delicate quiet like a flock of birds taking off from a tree. "Put it out. I hate the smell."
Aki's dark brows crinkle. "I'm not wasting a perfectly good cigarette. If it bothers you so much, eat it."
"Eat it? You freak."
"At least then someone's getting something out of it."
You hop from the desk, yawning. In the dim light that is starting to grow just a little brighter, Aki can see the beginnings of bruises on your throat and collarbone, vanishing in an ugly rainbow trail down to the hastily-down buttons of his work shirt. Your socked feet pad along the threadbare carpet on your way over to him, and Aki inhales deeply. Maybe if there's enough smoke in his lungs it will encourage him not to breathe; that way, he won't do that god-forsaken embarrassing thing he does when you get close. His heart stutters, and it makes his breath hitch audibly. The worst part is you seemed to be goddamn attuned to it—there seems to be little you like more than knowing you have an effect on him.
Aki doesn't stop you when your fingers come up to encircle his cigarette, brushing his as you pluck it gently from between his lips. He hates that even the smallest kiss of your skin against his still sends liquid lightning zipping through him, like he's that seventeen-year-old he was when he met you, the one full of spite and anger who hadn't been held since his mother died.
You pull the cigarette away, still lit; the butt glows red and angry between your delicate hold, gleams in the reflection of your eyes. When Aki meets them, he feels his mouth go dry; your pupils are large and black, engulfing iris, barely blinking as you look up at him.
"Bet I can make you quit," you say.
Aki snorts. "Better men than you have tried."
"Anything can be unlearned," you counter smoothly. "All bad habits go away with a little punishment."
Aki feels his heartbeat quicken, tries not to let the way that one word sets his blood alight show on his face. "Hm," he says noncommittally, but frustratingly, he doesn't think he's fooled you for a second.
Your serene smile curved into something sharp as easily as breathing. "Gimme your hand."
And Aki does, though he knows where this is going. You turn his hand over gently at the wrist, leaving it palm-up, fingers splayed in your grip. You hold him so gently it makes him shiver. Carefully, slowly—Aki thinks, giving him much time to pull away—you raise the burning end of the cigarette and plant it in the centre of his pale palm, a stinging kiss. Aki hisses, grits his teeth, but dutifully doesn't move even as his hand twitches involuntarily at the contact. Just as tears start to needle at his eyes, you twist the butt and pull away, leaving a shallow pool of grey ash, a black soot mark, and a stinging red welt like a patch of burning leaves.
His eyes are glued to the masterpiece you've made of his boring skin. The burn throbs unpleasantly, but something low and hot has come alive in his abdomen at the lingering kiss of pain. It satiates something inside him just smoking the thing could never hope to touch. He likes the futility of feeding himself his own death, sure—makes him feel like he has marginally more control over it, despite what the Curse Devil might have to say about it. This sort of pain is different; it goes straight for the gullet, and it makes it all the more sweet that it's you doing it.
A stupid, lonely part of Aki—orphan—wants to believe you're doing this because you care for him. Because you want him to live as long as possible. The grown, cynical man he supposes he's become thinks you must be just as fucked up as he is. It doesn't really matter either way; Aki's loved you for years, and he's astonished he's even gotten this far with you, and he'll take anything you deign to give him, pleasure or pain because it's all sort of the same to him anyway.
You unscrew a bottle of drinking water and hold it over your discarded blazer, soaking the lapel before pressing it to the burn. Aki grunts, eyebrows knitting up as a strange cocktail of relief and pain throbs slowly through his body. Your hands holds the wet fabric over his one, like a ribcage encasing a beating heart. Oh, Aki would let you hold his heart in your hands, and who cares what you decided to do with it? It's hardly his business; it belongs to you anyway.
He leans in to kiss you, gets close enough to brush his lips against yours and feel his pupils dilate before you turn your head, ducking. Aki feels his heart stutter anxiously as you turn your serene face up to him.
"Hate the taste," you say.
Aki frowns. "I barely smoked it for thirty seconds."
"It lingers."
Aki isn't stupid; this is part of the punishment. And the goddamn annoying part is that it's working. Even as you take his other hand to hold the soaking blazer against his burn and turn away, every fibre in his body wants to stop you. Turn you back around, pin you against the wall, swallow any complaints with his lips. He wants to make you melt against him, wants to melt himself under you in that way you always manage to do to him. He likes feeling like he doesn't have to think with you; just await whatever comes next, pain or pleasure, and he'll take it because it's you.
But Aki doesn't move. He's not a problem dog. He stands quietly and nurses his burn, tracking you with his eyes as you re-dress yourself, his shirt tucked into your slacks, tie wound through the collar, work boots laced up to the ankle.
"I gotta run home and shower," you say, tugging your blazer on. "I'll see you back here in, like, an hour."
Aki nods. "Okay."
The grin you flash him is little more than poisonous; it makes it heart skip a beat. "How's your burn?"
He swallows around a dry throat, holding your stare with a touch of timidity. "What burn?"
Delight shivers over your expression like wind ruffling a field of grass, and you stride the length of the cramped office and kiss him. Aki grunts, rendered thoughtless the moment your mouth touches his, your hands in his collar and his hair; his hands go slack, blazer fluttering to the ground, and the welt on his palm stings horribly when his hands come up to latch around your shoulders and neck. He pulls you closer, a little frantic, and he has barely a moment to reflect on how worrying it is that he's this desperate for your touch after being denied only once, but before he can think to dwell on it you're parting your lips and he's tugged your body flush against his own. He's so close he could drown in you. For a moment, he wants to.
Far too soon, you pull away. You're delighted. "Good," you murmur, and he hates how his heart leaps into his throat. "You're so good, Aki."
His face is on fire. "I'm not a dog," he manages.
"Sure you are," you say matter-of-factly. "And I'm Pavlov. I'll break that nasty habit of yours if it's the last thing I do. Give you something else to focus on. Okay?"
Aki licks his dry lips. "You can try," he says hoarsely, hoping it doesn't sound as much like an invitation as he thinks it does. The impish smile you give him implies he's shit out of luck.
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Aki is in hell.
He knows this, because every time the two of you have hooked up since your little conversation in his office, he hasn't been allowed to kiss you if you detect even a whiff of smoke on his breath. It's killing him a little, to be honest. Fucking without kissing just feels wrong. It makes him forget it's you, sometimes, his vision of you sliding out of focus 'till you could be just anyone. And Aki doesn't fuck just anyone. He fucks people he loves.
He loves you. But he can't have you. And he can't even kiss you so he can pretend he has you, if only for a minute. It's just fucking, a tumble of sweating limbs and gasps and grunts, of a thrilling cocktail of pleasure and pain and almost-confessions bitten back at the last second, hidden in the crook of your neck.
Your shitty wooden headboard creaks into the shitty thin bedroom wall, and Aki spends a moment in lucidity to send a silent apology to your neighbours. One arm braces against the wood, flexing with every fast jerk of his hips, and you're under him, eyes clenched shut and meeting his thrusts in a way that has Aki wondering why anyone could think being on top had to mean being in control. He's oiled to your machine, matching the rhythm of your hips and trying not to drown as your back arches up from the sweat-damp sheets, stomach curving into his, one arm holding fast around his neck.
You feel so good he could cry. Not that that would be an irregular occurrence, or anything—he'd practically sobbed the first time you fucked, and back then you'd been all fluttering concern, stopping even though he tried to sputter please, Christ, don't stop, I'll die if you stop, please. He supposes you're kind, in your own way. You'd stroked away his tears and kissed his damp face.
"Aki," you groan, bringing him forcefully back to the present; his dark bangs dangle in his eyes as he looks down at you, mouth agape and head cloudy. "Wh-what's got you so wound up?"
As if you don't know. Aki grits his teeth.
Your hand makes patterns on the damp nape of his neck as his rolling hips slow, as he breathes deep to try and regain a semblance of his dignity. "Loverboooy," you croon up at him, your free hand gripping at the junction between his hip and thigh. Aki grimaces; he hates that nickname. "Talk to me."
Aki glares at you. "You know—I want—you know. St-stop it."
He whimpers somewhere high in his throat as your body tightens around him, free hand coming up to scrub down his face. "D-don't!"
"Sorry, sorry," you laugh. "I'm sorry. Why don't you tell me what you want? Maybe I'm feeling nice."
It feels like a trap, like luring his feelings into the light just to snap a bear trap over them. But Aki wants, he yearns so deeply and desperately that he's just about willing to risk it. "Want to kiss you."
Your eyes gleam. "Do you?" you ask, as if this is news to you.
His arms shake. "Please."
God, he's pathetic. He's so used to being in control, to tailoring every facet of his life meticulously, grooming and tidying and cleaning. He knows the exact amount of calories he should eat per day. He puts his shoes on a rack so he never tracks mud onto the tatami mats. His shower utensils are organised in the order he uses them—shampoo, conditioner, face-wash, scented gel. He likes being in control. He thinks, anyway. You make him reevaluate. You make him reevaluate an awful lot.
You toss your head back against the pillows; you have the audacity to laugh. "Saw you smoking earlier," you tell him, and Aki's stomach goes cold. "Mm... full pack, too. A new one? When'd you buy that."
"Th-that was hours ago." And it's true; when Aki learns you're coming over, he puts his cigarettes in a locked draw and puts the key somewhere difficult to reach. "It won't still taste. I've eaten. I brushed my teeth."
That's just good manners.
"It's the principle of the thing, loverboy," you say, and your hand comes up to his chest and rolls him over. Aki gapes, whining at the loss of contact only to choke on his own voice as you sling a leg over his hips and slide him back into you. Your nails scrape red railroads down the pale skin of his sternum at the stretch, and Aki watches, mesmerised as you start to move, the flex of the muscles in your thighs, the vein bulging in your throat as you toss your head back. He wants to be all over you, a hand on your neck feeling your pulse go berserk for him, his teeth in your skin as proof he was there, nose buried in your hair, dirty and rough and the exact opposite of the way he usually wants you. That is—soft and kind, romantic, slow and heady as syrup.
He wants kisses that taste like tears, whispered confessions into bedsheets. He wants, painfully, the constant assurance he can never ask for. I love you. I love you. Oh, Aki, I love you.
"Kiss me," he gasps instead, writhing against the bedsheets, head thrown back at the brutal pace you set him. He's so close, teeth gritting and muscles locking up but without a kiss it feels cold and incomplete. "Please, please, kiss me, please—"
"You're a brat, Aki," you hiss, and Aki's heart twitches in his chest; he can hear his pulse in his skull. "You ignore the one rule I gave you, and you still think you get to ask for what you want?"
"It's a bullshit rule," he snaps. "I—I can't just, hah, I can't j-just turn it, off, oh, fuck—"
"You okay?" you ask in a fleeting moment of mercy. Aki's eyebrows knit up. "Am I—is it too much?"
Aki shakes his head. "I'm okay," he mumbles pitifully. "I'm close."
"I know, darling," you murmur. "It's okay. I'm gonna give you what you want. And you're gonna give me what I want. Deal?"
"I—I..." Aki chews the inside of his cheek till copper floods his mouth. "I'll try? I'll try, I swear."
You still for a moment. "You mean that?"
Aki nods frantically. "Yes, I—if that's what you want, anything, anything you want, please..."
The beam that breaks out on your face is a million watts. "Aki," you breathe, and finally you lean forward 'till your chest brushes his. Aki can't breathe, transfixed by every swoop of your eyelash and chap in your lip as you lean close. When you speak, you're so close that your lips brush his, and he has to keep every muscle taut to stop himself leaning forward and closing the gap. "Aki, I want you to live a long, happy life. You get that, right? Why I'm doing this?"
He feels his stomach flip, can barely comprehend the words through his dazed mind. His glazed eyes follow you, thunderstruck. "What—what d'you mean?"
"I care about you," you murmur. "I want you to live as long as possible. Want you to stick around with me."
With you? It's a wonder his heart doesn't explode. For a fleeting moment, there exists a future beyond the Gun Fiend, beyond Denji and Power and Nyako, one where he can love you freely. Tears needle at his eyes. It all seems so impossible.
Aki forgets himself, surges up to capture your mouth, but you turn at the last second, planting a kiss to his cheek before focusing on his jaw, his ear, capturing the lobe between your teeth and sucking gently as your hips resume their rhythm. You're faster now, gasping for breath, Aki's hands sliding over the skin of your hips and torso for a lifeline. You tongue at the cords in his neck, the shell of his ear and the sensitive divot just underneath till he's squirming.
Your hands are everywhere—scraping nails across his twitching abdomen, running up the valley between his pecs, tweaking a nipple and pulling. And Aki groans and gasps, every hint of pain from your lovely hands sending him rocketing closer towards the edge. Tears bead at his lashline.
"'M close," he gasps again.
"That's okay, loverboy," you say sweetly, words buzzing against the skin of his throat, and Aki shudders, arching impossibly closer to you. He can feel every nerve in his body sawed open and set alight, impossibly sensitive, boiling with love, and as he comes he buries his face into the crook of your neck with a hoarse cry. Two lone tears streak down his flushed cheeks.
You're not far behind, and Aki wouldn't dream of pulling out, so he squirms and gasps and whines with the prickling of overstimulation as you chase your own high. "Sorry—fuck—you okay?"
"I'm, I'm good," Aki whines. He cracks one steely blue eye open. It stands out against his red skin; he's so flushed as to look sunburnt.
"'M almost, fuck, almost there. Hang on for me?"
Aki raises shaking hands to grip your hips in answer. You laugh between pants, baring down at him.
"That's my boy."
You don't kiss him when you finish, but it's alright. You flop down beside him, taking in deep lungfuls of air, nuzzling your lips to the salt-sweat cooling on his chest. Usually, round about now, Aki would roll to reach his bedside cabinet where his open pack of cigs lay in wait. The lighter is right beside him, open and tempting. He can almost hear the flick of it, the zip of the flame bursting to life, the sizzle of the cherry scorching beneath that controlled flame. The grit of smoke in his mouth and down his throat, emptying his lungs of fresh air.
The pack goes untouched. Aki winds an arm around your shoulders and holds you close, your cheek against his thudding heart.
You don’t kiss him, but it’s alright.
Aki’s not a problem dog.
He's going to earn it.
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