#himeno x y/n

[oxtori]

╭➤ 𝐃𝐑𝐔𝐍𝐊𝐄𝐍 𝐍𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓

┊PAIRING :: himeno x shy!fiend!reader

┊CONTAINS :: alcohol consumption, some fluff :]

┊A/N :: hello yes you can be <3 anon! also extra note: they asked for a bit of a shy reader in another ask

You and Himeno decided to go out on a drink, but since you're a fiend, you've never really drank alcohol. You two decided to meet up in front of the bar after a mission, just as a little reward for completing it.

When you arrived, Himeno was already standing in front of the bar, "[Name]-chaaann~," she called out in a teasing tone, waving at you excitedly. She quickly approached you and gave you a friendly hug, even if it was quite awkward to you. And it wasn't long until she dragged you in the bar and got you a seat.

"Two drinks, sir!" The black haired one signed at the bartender. She then taps your shoulder lightly, "Sooo~ [Name]~ This is your first time drinking, yeah?" You jumped a bit at the question, "Wah?! Yeah, it is... I usually don't go out a lot since... Y'know, I'm a fiend! They'd kill me!" You looked away.

"2 drinks, misses"

Himeno thanked the waiter as they put down the drinks on your table. Himeno, of course, instantly chugged down the glass of alcohol with no hesitation. While you stared at it for a hot second, "C'moonnn [Name]~~" Himeno teased. It took a bit, but you finally decided to drink, and it was surprisingly good! Without a thought, you instantly chugged down the whole cup.

Considering you were a fiend, you had a pretty high tolerance to the alcohol. Himeno, however... Was the complete opposite. She was already super giggly and got more clingy than she already is. Even then, you two had a blast that night. She was sharing stories about past missions and just some things happening in her life.

After a bit more drinking, Himeno fell asleep, still mumbling some words here and there. "Hime... Hey." You said softly while petting her back, but she didn't budge. So what did you do? Made the grand decision to carry her on your back. You had permission to stay over at Himeno's place beforehand, so you pretty much just carried Himeno back to her apartment since the bar wasn't too far away from there anyway.

Maybe we can go out drinking again in the future...

[b1xi]

𝙄 𝙗𝙚𝙩 𝙤𝙣 𝙡𝙤𝙨𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙙𝙤𝙜𝙨—チェンソーマン

Aki Hayakawa x fem! Reader

I wrote this out of the blue while I was re-watching Chainsaw Man for what would be the second time, I hope you go watch the other episodes and enjoy them as much as I did, don't hesitate to give your opinion

Read the full story here

Leaning against the edge of your office desk, your hand moved almost automatically over the medical reports of the last patients you treated that evening. Your eyes, tired but focused, occasionally drifted toward the small television in the corner. On the screen, a man with a deep voice recounted the latest news about the demon attacks that had occurred in recent days.

The sudden sound of the door opening startled you, making the pen in your hand draw an unintended line across one of the pages you were reviewing.

"You're still here," your colleague remarked, his figure silhouetted against the dim light of the hallway. There was a note of surprise in his tone, but also a hint of exhaustion. He leaned slightly against the doorframe before continuing. "Takahashi said you can head home now."

Without waiting for a response, he closed the door behind him, leaving you alone once again. You let out a long sigh, followed by a yawn that carried the accumulated weight of the day. Stretching your arms above your head, you eased some of the tension in your muscles and took a quick glance at the watch on your wrist. The hands showed 11:00 PM. It was time to call it a day.

With deliberate movements, you gathered your bag and keys, making sure to turn off the lights and leave everything in order. As you stepped outside the building, the cool, slightly damp night air greeted you. The city seemed quieter than usual, though the distant echo of sirens and the occasional murmurs of passersby were reminders that the nightlife never completely stopped.

Too tired to walk to the train station, you decided to call a taxi to get home. While waiting by the curb, your thoughts briefly returned to the words of the news anchor. The attacks seemed to be increasing in frequency, and although you didn’t show it, a latent unease stirred within you.

The taxi arrived within minutes. You stepped into the vehicle with measured steps and gave the driver your apartment address. From your spot by the window, you watched as the city lights slid across the glass, distorted by a thin layer of drizzle that had begun to fall. The streets, still damp from recent rain, reflected the glow of neon signs and streetlights, creating an urban landscape as melancholic as it was mesmerizing.

"Should I call Aki?" you wondered as you unlocked your phone and checked your message inbox. The empty screen greeted you with a familiar sense of void. "Maybe he forgot to let me know he got home. He’s probably exhausted," you thought, trying to soothe the faint pang of unease in your chest. You leaned your back fully against the leather seat, letting the gentle rumble of the moving vehicle ease your tension.

The ride was short. You thanked the taxi driver before stepping out, feeling the cool air and drizzle brush against your face. Digging through your bag, you found your keys and used them to unlock the building’s door. As you entered your apartment, silence enveloped you, broken only by the faint hum of appliances and the distant noise of the city.

You removed your shoes and placed them neatly by the entrance. Your eyes, adjusting to the dimness, scanned the familiar space. The small living room connected to the kitchen was dimly lit by the reflections from neighboring apartments. That soft light gave the space a strangely tranquil feeling, though not entirely welcoming.

As you turned toward the door, your eyes caught a detail you hadn’t noticed when you came in: Aki’s keys were hanging in their usual spot by the frame. A wave of relief washed over you. "He’s home," you thought, exhaling a breath you hadn’t realized you were holding.

You knew all too well how demanding Aki’s job was. As a demon hunter for Public Safety, his life was constantly at risk, facing creatures that defied human comprehension. But it wasn’t just his fight; as his partner, you shared the burden of uncertainty and the dangers that loomed over him daily. It wasn’t an easy role to take on, but you did it because, in the end, he was also fighting for a better future for both of you.

You crossed the living room with measured steps, the echo of your footsteps barely audible on the wooden floor. Reaching the hallway, you paused for a moment to consider your next move. "Maybe I should sleep in my old room tonight," you thought, remembering that Aki, after a long day of work, deserved to rest without interruptions.

With that thought in mind, you began to undress, setting aside your clothes from the day and staying in just a sleeveless shirt and your underwear. Opening the door to your old room, you were greeted by the slightly stale air, along with the familiarity of a space you had mostly abandoned since you and Aki started sharing more than just an apartment.

A soft smile formed on your lips as you let your gaze wander around the room. Memories of how your relationship began flooded your mind—a mix of sweetness and a certain ridiculousness that still managed to draw a quiet laugh from you. Before Aki became something more, he was just your roommate, and long before that, he was a patient who could barely bring himself to speak to you.

The first time you met him, you were still an intern with little time at the hospital. You had been assigned a simple case: a young man with a relatively minor abdominal injury, though still serious enough to warrant care. Reviewing his file, you discovered he was a Public Safety worker.

"Hello, Mr. Hayakawa," you greeted in a professional but kind tone as you pulled back the curtain separating his bed from the others.

The young man with black hair and blue eyes glanced up slightly, nodding without saying a word. His expression was marked by exhaustion and, perhaps, pain.

You approached carefully, holding his file in one hand and disposable gloves in the other.

"I’m going to check your wound. Would you mind reclining a bit more so I can get a better look?"

Without a word, Aki adjusted himself with deliberate movements, his rigid posture betraying a hint of discomfort. You tried to start some casual conversation while you worked—an attempt to distract him from the pain and create a more relaxed atmosphere—but he barely responded. It was clear he preferred silence, a barrier that, at the time, you assumed wouldn’tbe easy to break.

From that day on, Aki became a frequent patient during your shifts. He would return again and again, with minor injuries that any hunter with his experience could have handled at home. However, you never questioned him, and it certainly never bothered you. There was something about his visits—about that quiet connection between the two of you—that began to feel intentional. Over time, you realized you were complicit in that interest, faint at first but seemingly growing with each encounter.

One random Sunday night, you were sitting on the floor of your small apartment, surrounded by boxes of your belongings. You had made the difficult decision to move in order to cut expenses. Things weren’t going well at work; your salary barely covered your needs, as most of it went toward the medications and treatments for your parents, who had been struggling with health problems for months. The weight of responsibility was suffocating, and though you tried to keep your head high, it was clear you needed a change.

A colleague at the hospital had suggested the idea of finding a roommate. At first, you hesitated, but the logic behind the proposal was sound. With a job as demanding as yours, you barely spent time at home, so sharing a space with someone else didn’t seem like a burden. Splitting expenses would be a relief for your finances, allowing you to focus on your obligations without worrying so much about rent.

After days of searching, you found a promising ad: a small apartment, not too far from central Tokyo. The photos showed a clean, cozy place, ideal for someone with your lifestyle. The information about the person renting it was sparse, but you didn’t detect anything suspicious or alarming in their profile. You made the decision quickly, filled out the necessary forms, and scheduled a meeting with who would be your future roommate.

What you never imagined was that person would be Aki Hayakawa.

When you saw him for the first time at the apartment entrance, the surprise was evident on your face. Aki, with his serious demeanor and the reserved gaze you remembered so well from his visits to the hospital, stood in front of you with the apartment keys in his hand. He seemed equally startled upon recognizing you, though his expression remained stoic, as was typical for him.

“You?” you asked, unable to stop a small laugh from escaping your lips.

“I guess we’ll be roommates,” Aki replied in his usual tone, though a faint curve at the corner of his lips hinted at something resembling a smile.

That was the beginning of an unexpected coexistence. What started as a practical solution to your financial troubles soon became a complex relationship, filled with shared moments that brought you closer than you ever thought possible. Aki, the quiet and disciplined man you had first met as a patient, became a constant in your life, defying all your expectations and, before you realized it, becoming much more than just a roommate.

You shook your head lightly, trying to dispel the memories that, while beautiful, wrapped you in a warm sense of nostalgia. Two years together had left an indelible mark on your life, filled with moments of affection and complicity. However, now was not the time to get lost in those memories.

You walked toward your room but stopped abruptly when you stumbled upon a small pile of sheets and old clothes carelessly left on the floor, not far from your bed. You frowned, briefly assessing the mess, but decided to postpone dealing with the heap of textiles for another time. "Tomorrow," you thought with a tired sigh.

With a resigned gesture, you let your body sink into the mattress, old but still comfortable, that had endured more sleepless nights and wandering thoughts than you could count. The weight of the day began to fade away slowly as you closed your eyes, letting the silence of the night settle around you.

But tonight, exhaustion overcame even your most persistent thoughts. You allowed yourself to surrender to sleep, hoping that, upon waking, you would find Aki in the kitchen with a cup of coffee already prepared, as he always did whenever you came home late.

However, the morning brought a scene you hadn’t anticipated. The soft murmur of movement in the living room was what first caught your attention. Stepping out of your bedroom, your eyes landed on the sight of a young man, about 16 years old, sitting at the dining table. His relaxed and carefree demeanor contrasted with the chaos of snacks scattered across the table as he spread an absurd combination of every available jam onto a single slice of bread.

You blinked, confused, before noticing Aki standing in the kitchen with his back to you, inspecting something at the sink. You walked toward him quietly, placing a hand on his back to get his attention.

“Good morning,” you greeted softly, the affection in your voice unmistakable.

wasn’t going to be as simple as you had initially thought.

Denji continued eating without much concern, as if his presence in the apartment wasn’t particularly odd. You watched as he wiped the remnants of jam off his fingers, seemingly oblivious to the slight tension in the air. There was something behind his carefree attitude that didn’t quite add up, but you weren’t sure if you should press further.

Finally, after a few moments of awkward silence, you decided to steer the conversation into smoother waters.

"I'm Aki's girlfriend," you said softly, breaking the silence without wanting to come across as distant or uncomfortable. "Denji, tell me more about yourself," you added kindly, looking at the boy.

It wasn’t every day that a boy his age, seemingly without family, ended up in your home. And while it wasn’t in your nature to be overly curious, the situation was unusual. If he was going to live there, you at least wanted to understand a little more about his story.

Denji, unbothered, let out a sigh before responding in a somewhat monotone voice.

“Well, I’m Denji… I’m 16… and, uh, that’s pretty much it,” he said, as if there wasn’t anything else worth mentioning about his life. Seeing that you weren’t reacting much, he added, “Oh, wait. I work as a devil hunter, thanks to Miss Makima.” He returned to licking the jam off his fingers with the same nonchalance.

"That’s it..." you thought, unsure if he was being sincere or just uncomfortable talking about himself.

Standing up calmly, you walked over to Aki and placed a chaste kiss on his cheek. The small gesture, filled with affection, was enough to convey what you couldn’t put into words.

"I have to get to work," you said softly before heading toward the bathroom. The routine of the day quickly took hold of you, and as you got ready, your thoughts drifted. Denji’s presence in the apartment, under Aki’s watchful eye, left you with a faint unease, but you knew there wasn’t much you could do about it.

When you stepped out, the kitchen was filled with the comforting aroma of lunch that Aki was calmly preparing. Denji was still in the living room, engrossed in the letters of a newspaper. You watched him for a moment; he seemed like a child, despite everything surrounding his life. He murmured to himself as he pieced together the words on the page, completely absorbed in the task as if it were as ordinary as breakfast.

Before leaving, you walked over to Denji, offering a slight smile as you said goodbye.

"See you tonight. Bye, Denji," you said with a light smile.

Denji, without looking up from the paper, barely raised his hand in a distracted wave, his response as fleeting as his focus.

Aki, who was already near the door by then, picked up your keys and coat without a word. The gesture, though simple, spoke of his quiet concern for you.

“See you tonight,” he said softly, helping you into your coat and leaving a warm kiss on your lips—a kiss he always gave you, imbued with a tenderness that made you feel safe, as if nothing in the world could take you away from him.

“See you tonight,” you repeated, savoring his closeness for a moment longer. You hugged him briefly, pulling him toward you by his shirt, seeking that comforting connection. The feeling of having him so close calmed you, but before stepping away, you added in a softer tone, “Be kind.”

You looked at him, knowing exactly why you said it. Aki, while deeply loyal and protective, could be somewhat curt, especially with those he didn’t know well. You knew that with Denji, his attitude could be even colder, even if, at the end of the day, the boy was still just a child.

Aki furrowed his brow slightly at your words, but his expression softened almost instantly, a sign that he understood the concern hidden behind your suggestion.

“I will,” he replied, his eyes fixed on yours, though there was a hint of hesitation that quickly disappeared. Then, he leaned toward you once more, placing a final kiss on your forehead—a silent gesture of affection—before you walked out the door.

[sofijaeger]

this aki phase is going on a lot longer than i expected.

[angstigone]

WARNINGS: slight dubcon (they are all a bit tipsy), threesome (ffm), oral (female receiving), p in v penetration, sitting on face, should himeno be a warning? , she/her pronouns - afab character.

you don't know how you ended up in such a position: holding onto himeno's hands while trying to ride her buddy's cock, as she did the same with his face.

well, actually you could recall how you ended up in such a position.

it was a few too many drinks and the slight and bold question of whether aki and himeno had ever pushed forward the label of buddies.

"wouldn't you like to know" the older woman had smirked promptly, lightly dragging her pointer finger against the table of the izakaya, you had stopped by, before suggesting that you - a transfer from kyoto - slept at aki's house.

she'd come to accertain herself that you'd be comfortable.

and then you had somehow ended up in the telltale position.

right after a huge amount of kisses, caresses and sweet praise that got you soft and pliant as you slipped on the younger devil hunter's cock, lightly struggling to adjust him. i

t had been a long time and he did feel quite thick.

himeno didn't have much patience for it, as she lightly pushed your shoulders against the resistance that you did with your legs, spread around aki's lower waist. the asshole had the gut to lightly smirk and tease:

"do you need any help?" and then turning to her buddy with an equally teasing smirk, she had added "... don't you want to make aki feel good?".

the stretch grew more comfortable with each inch and aki, albeit effectively struggling - with his blunt nails pushed in the meaty skin of his hips not to buck them forward - didn't rush you.

you apprecciated it, alongside his pretty face and could see why himeno had gently slid up to him, gently kissing him as he trailed after her as if her lips tasted like chocolate:

"can you do me as well, pretty boy?".

and that's how you ended up in such a situation.

not that you were complaining or anything.

you were just wondering whether there'd be other occasions of it ending this way, again.

[nejiverse]

HAYAKAWA INSTAGRAM

[Hayakawa Family Series]

What your instagram looks like as a mother and a wife Fem! Reader

cw: cursing, one sexual reference

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Hayakawa family series masterlist :)

a/n: makima got that no symbol no letter repeat username 🤭 also merry christmas guys 🫶

[unluckiestmember]

Think you can write some Kobeni H/Cs of her being partnered up with a energetic but friendly fiend? Maybe begin to have feelings for them later on?

Kobeni X Energetic Fiend! Reader

Characters: Kobeni, Aki and Himeno.

Tags: Fluff, relationship development, established relationship, acquittances to lovers, high energy and Kobeni being Kobeni.

Warning: None. SFW.

A/N: I always loved the idea of Kobeni dating a fiend or a devil. It's kind of cute and the potential for character development? Sign me up!

When Kobeni first met you, she was scared out of her mind.

Her teamed up with a fiend? Based on the times she had to be partnered up with fiends like Power, this was bound to end terribly.

On your first missions with her, she would keep her distance.

If you looked at her in any way, she would shrivel up in fear.

If you speak to her, she’ll squeak or hop away out of instinct.

It doesn’t help that whenever you got excited, she would go on the defensive or back away like you’re going to kill her.

Her reactions were so odd to you because you just wanted a friend.

But she saw you as a threat… Why?

You would never hurt her, and you would tell her that, but she still kept her distance.

With time, your energy started to deplete and your missions with Kobeni would be quieter and quieter.

… But one day, she actually approached you. Because you looked sad.

The both of you started to talk to one another more, on and off missions.

Eventually, you both became friends.

Then best friends.

And soon, you two were lovers.

After you two became a couple, Kobeni was more open to you and sweeter in your presence.

Whenever you got excited, she would jump initially, but always deliver a smile your way.

She loves when you get all excited for things, whether they be small or big.

She especially loves how you can be so happy to see and be around her.

That being said, there is a time and a place on the job.

If you are a little too excited, Kobeni will try her best to calm you down.

When you do lower your energy, she’ll reward you with a bashful hug or a hold of your arm.

But when you don’t, that’s fine. Her fearful state should be enough to snap you out of your craze.

You two were a couple that took the Safety Division by surprise, especially Himeno.

Both she and Aki were so sure Kobeni would be single for a while.

So to see her dating someone and they’re a fiend? It makes them do a double take.

Whenever you’re down, Kobeni will suggest ice cream or comfort you.

She still needs work on tending to your needs and comforting, but she tries her best.

And if she gets sad, you always comfort her with your bouncy personality.

No matter what, you find a way to make her smile, even on rough missions.

The Special Division always asks you to work with them if Kobeni is on group missions.

In a way, you’re her anchor and she is yours.

Chainsaw Man requests are currently open! :D

Likes and retweets are always appreciated! I love you all, be safe and have a good day! <3

[underscar]

If you'd be willing to then maybe do Himeno, Makima and Kishibe and how they'd care for their devil hunter s/o (gender neutral pronouns please) after they got injured after a particularly rough devil hunting assignment! :)

TAKING CARE OF DEVIL HUNTER S/O HCS

feats: himeno, kishibe & makima

warnings: no pronouns used

summary: in which they’re dating another devil hunter, and their s/o gets injured while on duty, and how they would care for them afterwards.

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authors note: this request is right up my alley. thank you for the request, anon! this is actually my first time writing makima and himeno alone along with writing a head canon (it's been years) so please bare with me.

HIMENO

her dating another devil hunter is probably for the best.

— I can picture Himeno having many failed relationships just because she's a devil hunter. In the world of Chainsaw Man, the occupation is not exactly viewed in a positive light, so normally most civilians would like to avoid devil hunters or devil hunters hoping for a life outside of work would keep it a secret from others.

— Himeno, in my opinion, wouldn't attempt to keep this part of her life hidden and would be open about it.

— It doesn't really matter if you work in the same division or a different one then her; Himeno knows a lot of people in the industry and I can imagine her socializing outside of hers frequently, where she would eventually meets you :)

— I dunno, it just works with you being a devil hunter.

— She doesn't have to worry about you interrogating her extensively or being excessively concerned about her well being as an average person would.

— Simply because you are familiar with her situation. You've walked in her shoes and you don't judge her "recklessness" or "rashness", and that bare minimum means a lot to her. 

— Himeno would also compare you a lot to Aki. Those qualities she loves in you, I think she probably also loved in Aki as well. In addition to the fact that you're a devil hunter, like Aki, I think she would just feel this way generally in a relationship. A rebound if you would. Someone like Aki.

— Although she would never express these thoughts out loud to you, you may notice this with time in your relationship and may cause future complication.

now you getting hurt on duty is a mix and mix.

— A while back, I actually wrote a one-shot about Himeno visiting an acquaintance in the hospital or something? I remember portraying her as being quite calm and casual when she entered the hospital. I think she would act similarly to this with her significant other.

— Hospitals are nothing Himeno is unfamiliar with, and neither should they be to you. Hospital visits are typical, common, and anticipated given the occupations you both have. Along with death always being a possibility.

— Hell, the possibility of dying of a Devil attack as a civilian alone is typical so deaths of devil hunter’s, who actively pursue these spawns from Hell, are even more common.

— When walking into your room she would be calm and no worry on her explicitly face. Serene cause you lived.

— She would torment you and make fun of you until your face flames. Though after her teasing and it's time for you to come home, she'll take care of you, tenderly. Doing your house chores, feeding you, and tending to your wounds. 

— Himeno sort of views these times together as brief dates. Other than passing each other off at work or whatever, you don't spend much time together on actual dates. So, these days of sickness and recuperation are full of fluff.

KISHIBE

him dating a devil hunter is expected.

— I believe that only another devil hunter can really comprehend Kishibe, grasp his thoughts, and truly understand why he is the way he is and why he behaves in the manner in which he does, you know?

— So again, it's expected. If Kishibe is gonna be in a relationship its likely gonna be with another devil hunter.

— This relationships, though, would undoubtedly not develop overnight. It would take some time for you two, colleagues, to choose to part ways from your employment relationship. Maybe a few years as co-workers before taking that step. However in that time it gives more certainty to the both of you of your feelings for one another.

— You grow to learn his mind, and him, yours.

— With you both being devil hunters means you share a few outlooks and habits that civilians may find unusual. Kishibe also considers it's a good thing that you're a devil hunter since you don't nag him about it the way any of his exes did.

now you getting hurt on duty is, also, expected.

— It simply comes with the territory. You didn't die so...

— Both of you are aware of your mortality and the extremely high death rate in your professions. Furthermore, Kishibe is more cognizant of this part of the work. I kind of imagine him being in the game longer then you.

— The majority of the time, you get wounded, and he has to take care of you. Mostly due to Kishibe's stubbornness, which causes him to brush off injuries and not view them as anything that requires your help. Your injuries on the other hand? Yep, you need him to deal with that.

— He is virtually as knowledgeable about treating most of these injuries as a first responder, so that is also incredibly helpful in situations like this too.

— Kishibe uses all of the time he has for your recuperation even though he is sometimes too busy at work to devote his entire day to caring for your injuries.

— Throughout the day, he would call you while he's out to see how you're handing, to make sure you were eating properly, washing your wounds at the proper time, and generally healing without any problems.

— He might not stay with you during your ENTIRE recovery or make it to the hospital before it's time for you to go home, but he will be there that night to help you, and that will be more than enough for the vast majority.

MAKIMA

her dating a devil hunter is “controversial,” technically…

— She would technically be your superior, though. No matter what division you are in, she is practically still in a more advantageous position than you.

— You would think it would spark a controversy, yet nobody actually challenges it. Mostly because no one cared about the devil hunters workplace and because the profession itself is so crooked. Therefore, you dated with no issue.

— You and Makima would not hide the fact that you are in a relationship. In any case, she wouldn't tell you to not tell people about your relationship with her or anything.

— Tell everyone, she doesn't mind, be public about it.

— However, you know better then to be touchy in public.

— That's her only rule. That you can't touch her in public, especially at work or anything like that. She wouldn't want to be viewed in that way in her respected position at hand.

— And you respect her, so you know better then to not.

now you getting hurt on duty is anticipated.

— You aren’t in a position of power and strength like Makima, as I have mentioned before, so she merely anticipated that you would sustain injuries regularly.

— However, it's as if you hurt yourself at the worst times.

— It's always when she doesn't have a moment to spare for you when you need her the most. Makima is a busy woman and a career woman, so when you get injured, it irritates her a little and she makes her desire to persuade you to quit your work and remain at home, but doing so would cause further problems that she is more so unable to deal with.

— She won't be around much while you're recovering. As soon as she learns that you've been injured she may stop by later that day to examine how serious your injuries are and whether you're still alive, but as soon as she's done assessing the issue, she resumes working.

— In place of her visits, gifts and flowers with little notes inside would be given to you practically every day. It was difficult for you to be frustrated over her absence because the letters were so sincerely written and wished you well.

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[jimmywhore]

when they're jealous [ Chainsaw Man ]

Scenario: you're deep in a conversation with a colleague and that's making your fellow lover jealous.

Denji ; he has no shame in literally admitting that he's jealous and will straight away drag you away from the person you're soooo into a conversation with. will probably pout like a dumbass while you assure him.

Aki ; he prefers to keep his jealousy to himself,but will question you randomly if you like someone other than him,he doesn't like admitting his jealousy because he thinks he's being vulnerable.

Power ; will punch the colleague.

Kishibe ; tHIS MAN. GOD. he will literally grab your waist mid conversation while staring sternly at the dude.

Makima ; doesn't say anything. later kills the colleague in secret.

Himeno ; quite similar to denji,she will throw a fit and drag you away.

Kobeni ; she'll cry,no questions asked, you'll have to comfort and reassure her for the next few hours.

[earphonejackx]

For the fluff reguest, can I please have Himeko x long distance childhood friend headcanon?

☆ Himeno x long distance childhood friend! Reader

☆ ANGST, readers parents are dead, smoking, death, this story is a little rushed but well written

☆ Oh lord now when Himeno was a child I feel liked she’d probably had a shit ton of friends but they all are mostly dead or gone on with their lives, This caused Himeno to think that most of her Friends are dead (devil hunter mindset) and she would probably not wanna revisit those old memories but when she found out you were still alive?? Her childhood bestie?? Oh yeah you were in for a hell of a week with her

☆ Himeno was sooo happy when she found out you were still alive and well, when she got your new phone number she immediately called you and almost started crying on the phone in happiness

☆ You had to eventually calm her down because she was going crazy! Hearing your voice was probably the best thing that has happened in her miserable life so far. Himeno would take off from work immediately to visit you out in the country side, she had to tell Aki she had to meet up with an old friend, Aki was confused that she still had other “friends” outside of her devil hunting but she had to explain to him that she found out you were alive and went to go take a vist

☆ When Himeno got to the country side her heart began to swell again, she missed the feeling of fresh air, no devils and her old life but she didn’t dwell on it long because she had to meet you!

☆ When Himeno arrived at your house she immediately tackled you with a hug, she was all over you! She was so happy to see you again, alive and well.

☆ When you two finally finished your family reunion you immediately got drinks for the both of you to sit down and catch up with the stuff you both missed

☆ Since you do live out in the country side you barely care for the shit going on in the city, you had an easy going quiet life, however since Himeno lives in the city after being forced to she had to tell you about the dreadful but gracious things that came with living in the city

☆ You noticed When Himeno was sharing her stories she definitely was quite the smoker. She just couldn’t go without a cigarette, you hated the smell but didn’t complain as she just got here.

☆ Uh oh now it’s your turn to share and then the question hits you. “So [name] how are you parents nowadays?” Silence you paused for a second. “Uh hello [name] are you in there?” Himeno said waving her hands in your face. Then you explained to her, you parents where killed not too long ago by a certain devil… they left everything behind for you. Their farm, money, work, etc. it was a tragedy but it was bound to happen soon. You warned them about going into the city before the news came back to you.

☆ After Himeno found this out she was devastated, your parents where basically like her second parents they took care of her like they’re own. And hearing this made her regret not coming back sooner to say hello. She started to blame herself but you immediately stopped her and changes the subject.

☆ Then you immediately changed it to mentioning drinks, you two talked so much that the both of you were barely able to drink and get drunk out of you minds

☆ And then boom. 1, 2, 3…. 9, 10,11…14,15,… you lost count of how many drinks you’ve drowned yourself in. You found yourself slumped against the couch while Himeno was cuddling you half awake mumbling sweet nothingness, you immediately tried to get up but her weight felt like it was crushing you… maybe you’ll stay like this for awhile right? Right.

[errielovesu]

Too sweet

chapter 1 of my first oc fanfiction, please be nice to be I cringe too don't worry, be sure to read the prologue for some extra context or something and yeah enjoy :3 (not proof read im too lazy)

cw/tw: none as of now

Besides beer himeno is a sucker for strawberry milk and maybe banana milk, usually one or the other is in stock but this time had to be my lucky day when none of them are in stock and now i'm not sure what i'm going to fill the fridge with now since we can't just only have beer in there, frustrated I head to the checkout counter and pay for the pain au chocolat that i've always had since I was a child, casually I walk myself back to me and himeno’s apartment, it's around 10 am and she's probably still asleep.

Yesterday everyone in division 4 went out for drinks, rare thing now a days but himeno wanted an excuse to not drink alone or with me since apparently, lately i've just been quiet maybe that's why himeno took me out to drink, it was nothing out the ordinary just so light drinking for me and just having mindless conversation with the other members. As I approach the elevator to get up to my floor I spot a familiar face. “Val-len-tine!!!” Power’s voice echoes through the lobby as she runs at full speed towards my direction she quickly gets ahold of my arm and squeezes me, clear that someone did not want to cook breakfast for the hungry girl, Denji approaches with caution since Power dislikes him talking to me, “Hey valentine, the evil man over there told us no breakfast from him because me and power stayed up playing cards and he couldn’t get his beauty sleep” denji exclaims, looking into powers eye she nods and points at the tall “evil” man that did not cook them a breakfast, I walk towards him as he looks anywhere but my direction. 

“Hey aki..” I poke him on the shoulder, “did you not get your beauty sleeep?” I continue the joke, still not even a look from the man, power snarks at him, “Lets just go up to your apartment and you can make me a delicious breakfast, i'm starving hereeeeeeeee” power squeals, I sigh and nod in agreement, “You're welcome to join too by the way aki…ill let you use the balcony, yeah?” usually I wouldn’t dare let him near the balcony or himeno, I told them if they needed to smoke to do it somewhere else because I couldn’t stand my plants dying, aki looks back, making eye contact with me then power, he slowly starts walking towards the elevator, “I think I just convinced him to stop being evil power” I chuckle.

Opening the door to the apartment, denji and power scurry like rats into the couch and bean bag in the living room, I set my bag down at the kitchen and head to wake up the sleeping himeno herself, knocking softly on the door I call out her name and after a few russels and groans she's up, “You better wear something to cover yourself or no food for you” knowing she will not obey my instruction she walks out in whatever she passed out with. The tv is on, the apartment is loud and warm. “Powers plate is on the left, the rest of you can sit wherever you want” I slightly demand with my voice, everyone surrounds the table and aki is nowhere to be found but of course one glance to the right and he is right on the balcony just admiring the totally interesting sky, I get up from my seat and walk over to the sliding doors that enclose the balcony, sliding them gently and stepping over and sliding the door shut behind me. “I did your job, could you finish now and have something to eat?” He glances my direction, I can barely look at him because its so bright outside, squinting my eyes I ask him to come in, he throws the cigarette out the window, “before you sit down though, can you wash your hands? I can barely stand the smell on himeno when we eat I don't need you to add on to her please” I ask with a bit of sarcasm on my face, Aki never gives me any reactions when I speak, sometimes I hate speaking to him, it feels like i'm speaking to a wall that thinks im stupid or something. “I got it.” Finally a response comes out of his mouth, I motion towards the table and slide the door open again. 

Today is rather quiet, it's about noon now and everyone is doing their own thing around the apartment, himeno and aki are talking, and i'm over here babysitting power and denji. “You know she doesnt like boys, stop trying to talk to her” power sticks her tongue out at denji, “why is this always a discussion with you two? Denji doesnt even talk to me because you scare him away power, look at where he's sitting right now power” I laugh as denji is a good 2 feet away from me, powers attachment to me makes me happy, she's sweet and funny when she isn't doing anything for personal gain and her cat likes me so she automatically likes me more because of meowy. 

“Val, we need to start heading out soon, please kick them out I don't want to do it myself” Himeno says walking towards her room, I stand up and sigh, “well you heard her, you guys also have things to do so please make her happy” I start walking the duo towards the door, aki follows behind me as I open the door for power and denji to walk out, I move to the side to give aki a chance to leave as well, as hes walking out he looks at me, weird, he's just staring me down like he wants to say something, “Thanks.” That's it? It took him that long to utter the word thanks? I dislike non aggressive aki…it's hard to speak to him when he's giving me auto generated response, “anytime, but don’t think ill let you smoke near my plants again” I smile at him, he starts walking towards the elevator where denji is waving goodbye to me and power is just intensely looking at him, waving back I close the door and head to change myself. 

Himeno and I headout the house and embark on whatever Ms.Makima has planned for us and it'll always end with himeno complaining, either way it's the job we have to do so she’ll shut up eventually. Himeno opens the door for me to enter Makimas office, “Hello, valentine.” makima said to me, greeting himeno next. “I've been alerted about a demon with a piece of the gun devil is roaming around Shinjuku station, it's unknown what type of demon it is, if you could go and patrol that area to give everyone peace of mind it would be appreciated.” Quickly me and himeno leave to head to our destination, and soon the complaining will start. “Shinjuku? Really the most populated place we could go to, I hate her stupid assignments, its always some low level slime sucking devil!” I just let her take it out, we shortly started heading towards a train to take us. 

Arriving at Shinjuku station I'm quickly distracted by the thousands of stores I could be exploring but sadly I'll have to focus on finding the devil disturbing, me and himeno walk the streets up and down just patrolling with nothing to be found. Me and himeno stop for some lunch, i'm not really interested in eating anything so I just had a drink while with fascination I watch her eat the burger she bought, wondering what this day is gonna lead us to.

[deathbxnny]

Hi there! So remember the Memory Devil idea i showed you two days ago (i think?), what if CSM character (Aki, Himeko, and Denji) have a s/o who made a contract with the Memory Devil.

More context on the reader:

In exchange for the ability to force anyone to relive their darkest and worstest memory the target have, the reader had to give up their own memory. So everyday they wake up, they will forget what they did before waking up and until the end of the day, they will still have memory what they did that day but then forget about it the next day (I hope that make sense). Because of this, the reader made a note with the general information about themselves and what they are supposed to do today and a diary to write down what they did at the end of the day.

Ever since the reader made a contract with the Memory Devil, they become forgetful about minor things (like when to eat or where they put their jacket) and a bit airheaded. Because of this, they assigned someone to be their partner to help them as even though with the traits i just mentioned, they are still a massive powerhouse (they can fight due to body memory). And that someone are the characters i requested.

So what does their partner/lover think about the Memory Devil they have a contract with?

How does the characters feel that despite forgetting about them everyday, the reader would always fall in love with them again whenever they see their partner/lover?

Im excited to see on how you will make this request, please remember to take care of yourself and have a good day/night!

- Flower Anon 🌸

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A/N: So I'm going to assume that you meant "Himeno" and not "Himeko" in your ask, so I hope I got it right lol. Also thank you for the request and I hope you'll like this! The idea is definitely very interesting!<33

Content: Established relationship, memory loss, light angst, fluff, hurt/comfort elements, sfw

Reader has no set pronouns!

((Not fully proofread))

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》Himeno

Himeno always just assumed that you were a natural airhead, when she first met you. She didn't mind your forgetfulness however and was willing to keep reminding you of things, if needed be. Everyone had their quirks after all and Himeno saw no point in judging you for it.

With that said, she found the way you fought very impressive, considering how bad your memory always was. After finding out about the devil contract you were in, things began making more sense, but she still didn't judge you for it. Not that she was in a real position for it anyways.

When she's in a relationship with you, she takes on your bad memory with a playful demeanor. Knowing that you'll always love her, even beyond your constant memory loss, just spurs her on to make every day memorable, despite the fact that you'll forget about it the next anyways. But that's alright, she'll write it all down for you to read about later on.

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》Aki

At first, your forgetfulness was irritating to him. He had to slow down, take things easy, wait for you to follow along. It was annoying... until it wasn't. Until he began enjoying the calmness, that your memory loss brought with it. Aki sometimes wonders, if that's what made him fall for you.

He always reminded you to write important things down, always looking over your shoulder to make sure you were writing it down right. Things you couldn't remember, he certainly memorised. He knew everything about you. Every single detail. If you ever had any questions, then he'll be sure to answer them perfectly.

Aki accepts your devil contract as something you chose to do and doesn't judge you for it. But deep down he wonders if you'll remember him, once he's gone. He hopes you don't, that you just simply move on like nothing happened and don't question the emptiness in your heart. He also hopes that you never notice how he keeps his existence out of your diaries and notes, in hopes of one day just being an unfamiliar shadow to you.

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》Denji

Denji is confused by your forgetfulness at first and often wonders what exactly made you this way. Though ultimately, he just shrugs it off and accepts it, writing it off as you just being an airhead. Your devil contract doesn't even ever come into question either, because hey, who is he to judge? Although it does irk him a little, whenever you forget about him. Which is why he made you write down plenty of notes about him just in case.

Denji just goes with the flow and reminds you of the mundanest things with ease, if he has to. He doesn't really care and might even like that you need him in some aspects. But he's certainly in awe when he sees you fight. He'll be cheering you on, telling you to kick the enemies ass, whilst completely forgetting to fight himself. He'll also point you in the right direction, if you randomly forget where the enemy was.

He'll be really offended the first time you forget him, before he eventually just makes you read through all of your notes every morning, just so that you'll know who your dear boyfriend is. He's flattered that you always fall back in love with him every time though and considers himself quite lucky for it. Even if you won't remember the great days with him, he certainly will for the rest of his life.

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A/N: I hope this was alright! Thank you again for the request, Flower Anon!<33

[stellar-constellations]

"I would've gave you a kiss if you asked!"

        

        Jealous! (Y/N) x Denji (Hayakawa)

        (Y/N) and Himeno aren't on great terms!

        Underage drinking on (Y/N)'s part.

        I stared at the door depressingly, three drinks already gone with not even a sip wasted, all drank by me. I sighed again for the 40th time that night.

        ��What’cha so down for? Does alcohol make you sad?” Himeno questioned, slapping her hand on my shoulder.

        I groaned and pushed it off, ignored at the drunk. At least I can hold my alcohol better compared to her.

        “Shut up, cancer stick.” I groaned, rolling my eyes. “I was promised Denji would be here.” I sighed again. 

        “Oh. Interesting.” Himeno smirked.

        “I don’t like that look.” I grimaced.

        “I'm looking like this because I owe him a kiss.” She said proudly.

        “What?!” I cried out. “How? No fair!” I whined, verbally letting out my frustration and anger at her.

        Her out of all people? This cancer stick! She’ll have lung cancer by the time my liver wears down tonight!

        “You can’t be serious.” I sighed, already feeling tears in my eyes.

        Alcohol is a depressant on the nervous system. I’ll blame my tears on that if she sees me cry.

        “Hehe. Yup. Tongue and all. Denji saved me from the Eternity Devil.” Himeno chuckled.

        “Yeah, when Himeno gets drunk she turns into a kissing freak.” Some dude with a freaky stone face, Stoner (I've decided his name was), said.

        "Good to know..." I muttered, scooting a bit, not needing that information but now aware to be extremely cautious with her. "Get me a strong blue-raspberry margarita." I spoke, stopping the waiter walking past me. "Add lemons in it too, please. And vodka. I need this." I spoke, desperate to drink away my sadness, anger, and disappointment all at once.

        The waiter nodded at me confused and a little annoyed (this was probably the fourth time I've asked in for a drink in the last twenty minutes).

        "Haven't you all had enough? Pretty soon you'll end up like kissaholic over here." Stoner spoke. 

        "I'm not that drunk!" Himeno slurred slightly. 

        "Don't judge me." I spat out harshly.

        Besides, this is probably the only way I'd be able to drink underaged.

        That waiter finally came back with my drink. I took it, almost not bothering to say thanks, but I decided I should be a little polite so he wouldn't spit in my next drink.

        "Thanks." I sighed, keeping my eyes on the door as I threw the straw behind me and chugged half of the margarita glass. "Get me another, a way bigger glass too." I ordered. 

        "That poor waiter—you'll be working his sorry ass all night." A blond guy with a scar spoke, whose name will now be Mad Brows because of his weird eyebrows. 

        The door bursted open, a rowdy crowd of three entering the bar. 

        "Hey, guys!" I greeted optimistically, glad to see Denji with them.

        Denji sat down next to Himeno and I immediately stood up, forcing Stoner to scoot his ass over as I sat down next to Denji, placing my head on his shoulder so he’d pay attention to me instead of Himeno. He blushed, staring for a good twenty seconds as I looked up at him, then grabbed the menu, shoving his red face deep into the plastic.

        “Come on! You’re still so young, so order up and eat more!” Stoner said to Denji.

        “Fuck! I can’t read any of this stuff!” Denji shouted. 

        “I can help!” I volunteered immediately, removing my head off his shoulder and sharing the menu as I pointed out different things. “This is spicy sushi, this is karaage, there’s ramen, udon, fried rice, curry…” the list went on and on as I patiently explained to him everything and answered his questions such as “what’s this food?” and “well, does that taste good?” 

        He finally decided and ordered his food, getting the waiter to come get it. The waiter hurried quickly once seeing me and hesitantly asked if I wanted another alcohol.

        “Nah, I’ll sober up. Get me water instead.” I spoke.

        “You’ve been drinking?” Denji questioned, shocked. “I didn’t even notice! But I guess that makes sense now cause of your red face.” 

        “I have a high tolerance for alcohol thanks to genetics.” I chuckled.

        “Ugh. This is so boring! You want that kiss now, Denji?” Himeno questioned before chugging beer.

        “Really?!” Denji shouted, excited. I groaned, extremely annoyed and jealous of Himeno.

        “Fucking cancer stick…” I muttered unhappily as I slammed my head hard on the table, shaking it.

        “A kiss?” I looked behind me and noticed Makima appear from nowhere as she looked over Denji. “Are you going to kiss someone, Denji?” she questioned.

        “Of course not!” Denji shouted immediately.

        “Eh? Denji, you’re not going to kiss me?” Himeno spoke.

        “Of course I am!” Denji shouted.

        I huffed, rolling eyes yet eternally grateful that Makima saved me from the sight of a guy I really like getting it on with some drunk girl who can’t give consent.

        Everybody went on more about drinking, somehow Power and the others started to talk about IQ. I noticed Himeno point me a cheeky smile before dragging her eyes to Denji next to me. Her face was red from the alcohol but seemed green too, almost as if she was about to throw up. I glared at her, shaking my head her she smirked wider.

        She leaned in over me and I immediately stood up, grabbing Denji’s hand and lifting him off the ground with strength I didn’t know I had. I took a few steps back and immediately after I did so, she threw up.

        “Gross!” someone at the table shouted.

        Kobeni held in her own puke in their mouth Makima stared at the scene, slightly surprised.

        “That was close.” Stoner said as Power laughed.

        “Uhoh. Excuse me, can we get something to wipe it up?” Makima asked.

        “Gross! Gross! Gross! Denji’s a minor too, you sick pedo!” I shouted at Himeno, red in the face from anger as I held onto Denji’s hand tighter and walked out of the bar.

        “Woah! What about paying?” Denji questioned.

        “Forget that. It’s all on Makima.” I spoke. “Can’t believe she tried doing that to you! I promise you, since I can’t legally give you consent now, but I promise that you’ll get a proper French kiss like Himeno offered to you! It’ll be tongue and all like she said and it’ll be 100 times better than what she could ever give you!” I spoke, stomping angrily as we started walking to our apartment.

        “I can’t believe her! Also can’t believe you’d allow that from her! You know what grooming is!? ‘Cause it’s that! Same thing Makima’s been doing. You’re a perfect target for them it seems, so watch out!” I scolded.

        “Sorry.” Denji sighed out.

        “Seriously though. What were you thinking? You risked your life for a stupid kiss, I heard. I would’ve gave you a kiss if you asked!” I blurred out, before realizing what I said as my face became bright red.

        “Oh, really?” Denji teased, a sharp and playful smirk on his face as he leaned closer. “That’s really all I’d have to do?” 

        “Stop it, I still have alcohol in my system so there's no legal consent.” I sighed, adverting my gaze to anywhere but him. "Let's just go back to our homes."

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[lostalienchild]

Makima x Fem reader headcannons cuz I can

Warnings: Spoilers, mentions of intoxication, NSFW themes, yandere ideas cuz it's makima

Minors dni

First of all, makima is a straight woman, but like most people there is some flexibility there. I only write wlw so I'll be discussing wlw dynamics and headcannons based on that. Makima may at most be an unknowing heteroflexible.

At the time of y/n's arrival into her life (devil hunter, or chance encounter) she probably saw you as another pawn or at best (worst) a nobody. Especially if y/n was not particularly close to denji

Makima sees humans as dogs, (which is also curious considering that most humans would die for their dogs) although you may be useful in general, you may not be useful for her original goal.

The key with makima is patterns, aloofness, and idiosyncrasies. makima will not notice you otherwise. You annoy her. Always asking why. Asking why and questioning her logic gets you put on her shit list. Which is in fact a good thing. It may make her even wonder why she is doing what she is doing. If she even wants what she wants?

For instance, when you heard power was put with aki and denji, you argued about how that wasn't fair for aki. About how he was only one person and had to look after 2 fiends. How it was short notice and how she wasn't being considerate. When makima retorted that aki was more than capable of watching after them both, you asked whether or not she even respected him enough to ask him first. It made her pause. On one hand you were a nuisance, on the other hand you were on to something. Especially considering her true goal when it came to aki and the others.

"if you give into people, others will give into you," was your response when she tries to manipulate you once. Without ties to the gun devil you needed more motivation. After another company party and after a round of drinks you were a bit tipsy, but sober enough to function fine. Makima offered to order another round and you refused, being at your limit. Himeno, the bad influence she is, urged you for one more drink before aki reprimanded her. Makima insisted as well saying that parties were rare and should be enjoyed while they lasted. She really dug in, "many people don't stay in section 4 for long, these memories are precious." she got you with that one. You ended up accepting the drink.

After that you weren't in the best of states and makima accompionied you outside, allowing you to lean on her shoulder for support as you stood. She offered to walk you home. With the added liquor you were more sociable than usual. You weren't dumb though. You knew makima wasn't completely trustworthy, but you couldn't put your finger on as to why or what it was. Everyone around loved miss makima. Miss makima was always polite, pristine, and pretty. Her office was bare and housed no personal affects. No pictures or trinkets. She never spoke about herself. Someone like her was off putting. But.. Where was the danger exactly? So you ignore it until that night.

When she offered you a deal you didn't fall for it.

"Kill the gun devil and I'll grant you any request 🧚‍♀"

"??? You don't have to? I'll just do it?"

"Eh?👁👁"

Finishes the rest of the walk in mostly silence. You mean that if people love you they'll just do whatever? No give and take? She thinks she caught any easy break at first, but your way of thinking has a profound affect on her. "Your way of thinking is very profound" "no it's not" "?"

Low-key starts asking some of the other section members questions including you. "y/n why do you work for section 4? Do you trust my leadership?" "Leadership can only be good if it improved, and it can only improve through questioning." Ah, at this point you should be a pain in her side. But you're intriguing, beautiful, and genuine. And she's the control devil, so she does what she does best.

Somehow you lost your housing, oh you poor thing. And now somehow you've gotten yourself into trouble at HQ. Makima said she would do her best but did she really? You were let go, a devastating and confusing occurrence. Makima took pity and allowed you to move in with her and her huskies. She said you could stay with her as her dog.

"Well? Will you just do it this time?"

Her tone makes it sound like an honest question, but you know it's a dig from the previous night where she walked you home. This is an offer that can't be refused. Not if you wanted to live. When you do move in you're overwhelmed by the amount of dogs. Especially if you're a cat person. After a while makima does eventually warm up to the idea of having a cat after a few months.

When you first get to her apartment she doesn't really know what to do with you Other than the usual, which is control you. She gives you a strict schedule and expects you to follow it. In this case you can't question her.

Wake up at 5am

Get breakfast ready by 6:00am

Eat breakfast And feed the dogs

Morning walk with the dogs at 6:30am

Return by 7:15am

Makima leaves by 7:20am

The rest of the day is spent doing house work and running errands which it's self is not easy. High key her tone Changes, goes from manipulative and cunning, to sarcastic and demanding. Missing a chore or doing one incorrectly leads to punishment. She'll give you the idea that everything is fine before bringing up the mistake calmly. Shell tell you to get on your knees.

Treats you like a dog for fun but also for punishment. Has a dog cage for those occasions. Makes you sleep in it. Makes you wear a collar. Calls you a dog, but sometimes a cat depending on your temperament. Has you beg on your knees despite your pride, and even feeds you small treats when you behave. Will sic her dogs on you if you misbehave again. They won't hurt you, but they will restrain you. Her moods are particularly worse on rainy days or days when she meets with the "big wigs". She becomes more silent and short with you. Sometimes you may trigger her, other times there is no trigger. It just happens, she'll come home and place the collar on you and you know makima is in a bad mood

Cooking, baking, and movie nights Are a nightly routine. You're expected to watch her movies and sit through the whole thing, no matter how bad it is. Makima will always watch it all the way through. She prefers happy feel good and dramatic movies like titanic or the note book. She also has her favorites that she revisits every now and again. If a sex scene appears she doesn't even flinch, meanwhile you may be shifting uncomfortably. And looking away. Occasionally watches horror and action movies. Will let you choose a movie every now and then if she's in a good mood.

Cooking and baking with makima is the softest you'll see her. She always looks for new recipes to try and is meticulous about measurements. She loves to meal prep as well. Her kitchen looks like a chefs kitchen. Each spice is weighted and places in its own bowl. Everything is thawed out. The chicken is washed. The knives are sharpened. She has a whole arsenal of cooking utensils. She makes sure both of you are following the recipe to a T.

Makima loves taking walks with you. She's a morning person but often stays up late ish, the latest being 10 pm, before she orders you and the dogs to bed. Walks with her are uncomfortably cordial. She'll ask you about your day as if you haven't spent all day playing house. She'll talk about her day nonchalantly as well without giving too much away. It hurts when she talks about power and the others. She senses that and depending on what she needs she may either change the subject or talk about it more.

Makima has you sleeping in the dog cage at first, but on one particular night, after sobbing over one of her classics you comfort her and she decides to allow you into her bedroom.

That night she gets a bit curious. She calmly demans that you remove your clothes. She tentatively explores your body, as well as her own desires and need for touch. She finds that it's still pleasurable, but you were still Just a place holder. Something to satiate her until she reches her goal.

Will add onto this if I think of something more

[underscar]

SHAMELESS

Pairing: Himeno/Male Reader

Summary: Public safety devil hunters are walking hypocrites with morals all over the place like a messy puzzle. That's what they live up to as clichés and stereotypes. In spite of this, Himeno has only come across a few who stand out from this stereotype. You are one. You were the ideal man: married, sickly faithful, and ambition. And Himeno wanted a piece of that, and she typically gets what she wants. It was difficult to keep things on the down low when Himeno openly flirted at work, despite your efforts. You were ashamed of your actions at first, but as time went on, you began to realize and accept how crucial it was to have this affair while you still had the chance.

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A/N: I was really nervous writing this as i’m im not overall confident in my portrayal of a male reader so it shows a bit in the writing, not my best, but never my worst.

WORD COUNT // 2561 words

WARNINGS: Infidelity/Unfaithfulness

CSM TAGLIST: @loveydoveydouche

Devil hunters lack morals.

They are individuals who, as their name implies, fight against Devils whenever a threat associated with them arises in the world. In this profession, contracts are made with thus Devils. Morals and even self-respect are exchanged for diabolical leverage for the chance to thwart the next beast. The last straw, in the eyes of the public, is these devil hunters buddy up with bloodstained fiends. Unlike police officers, firefighters, or soldiers—public safety devil hunters are not viewed as noble or selfless; despite public safety in the title. Ironic, isn’t it?

The foremost duty of devil hunters, private or public, is to vanquish and kill the never-ending spawn of Devils and fiends. Not explicitly to protect the general public.

Therefore they’re seen as kooks and replaceable beings. Otherwise no good for society other than to fall for the Devil's playtime. Just there to capitalise on the job’s benefits or the ultra-violence of it all. No matter how many of these workers die or many are employed, nothing ever changes in the eyes of the masses.

They have no sympathy for these devil hunters when there’s continually another Devil or another killing spree from some wild fiend, and ultimately,  another sum of dead folk.

Due to these viewpoints, devil hunters are quite shameless and venomous in their thoughts and actions. Hemeno was no exception to this; however, she felt that you were one of the exceptions.

You were around three years older than her and close to thirty. Younger in devil-hunting expirence though.

You two were more so acquaintances than buddies to anything else. Himeno has always seen you around, saying brief hellos and asking how the weather is doing over the past few years. Mindless chatter that mostly went in and out. You had often hung around your partner, Nikola, an older Russian man, on smoke breaks. She recalls that anytime the divisions went out drinking, he would force you to tag along.

Himeno would make flirtatious advances, frequently while drunk, but your response were unwavering:

You’d chuckle. “I’m married. Thank you.”

And she would smirk at that. “Yeah. You’re welcome.”

Again, the job you all possessed was to kill devils; not protect the public.

However, you didn’t view it as cynically. You rejected the stigma that surrounded devil hunters and found your profession to be just as respectable as law enforcement or the army; the army being a part of your family's legacy for generations and you, yourself, formerly being enlisted, if Himeno’s memory was doing her any good.

You were not a rookie with lofty aspirations and notions that vanished within days on the job. No, you were righteous. Almost like someone she knew. You wanted to protect people and end the Devil’s reign.

And Himeno was charmed by that.

Nowadays, Himeno frequently saw you lingering near the coffee maker when you were taking brief breaks; typically typing away on your phone. After the death of your long-time partner, you lingered at the workplace longer than you did before and took fewer smoking breaks. Since Nikola isn't there to be with you, she assumed it was too nostalgic for you. She felt compelled to approach you since you were now always alone.

Today you were currently lounging once again close to the pot and occasionally sipping from your thermos that steamed even from a distance. And today was the day that she was going to approach you.

“Hey! Any extra Joe in that pot?” she asked.

Lowering your phone, you looked up and noticed Himeno approaching you, alone. She was typically beside that Hayakawa guy so you kind of just expected him to be at her side.

You removed your right ear bud since you didn't fully understand all she said; however, her fixation on the coffee maker allowed you to put two and two together.

Your shoulders slouched. “Oh. My bad, Himeno. I only made two servings for my cup.”

Himeno leaned her upper body onto the counter. She childishly pouted. "Aww, man,” she uttered.

She laid her chin into her folded arms that almost acted like a pillow. Her lip protruded and briefly attracted your attention before you spoke up, simultaneously lifting yourself up from against the counter.

You sighed before pocketing your phone and earbuds. “I’ll cook you up a pot real quick,” you offered; you moved yourself to begin cooking up the coffee.

Himeno winked up at you, a lazy, smug smirk on her face. “Thank you~” she sung.

She was motionless as she leaned her weight across the countertop, in front of the coffee maker, may you add, and also in your way. So while cooking up the coffee, you had to get a bit too up close and personal to her; however, she didn't appear to notice or have a problem with it. She just giggled like a school girl. If you didn’t know any better you would’ve thought she was intoxicated.

Her hip every now and then would bump yours whenever you reached over her, one of those subtle but imposing touches that made you jolt.

Your concentration was strained as you cooked the coffee, trying to distract yourself from Himeno. You refused to look at her curving form underneath you, but you could still hear her nonetheless. She hummed some song, sounding familiar, a nursery rhyme you heard as a kid perhaps, when you offhandly listened to her. Though you were too ambivalent to ask her or to even make a conversation.

You shook the thoughts away as you focused on pouring the beans into the filter. You then poured all of the water into the corner of the machine and reached to close the lid. In the next moment, after securing the lid closed, you span out to press the start button. However, the sound of Himeno's voice stops you in your tracks.

“Hey, ______. What was your wife’s name again?”

All of the Himeno-induced disorientation disappears when your wife is brought up, slapping you back to reality. Himeno's form was still beside and below you, and you shifted your head to look at her, for the first time in this encounter. Instead of returning your gaze, she fixed her attention on the counter as her elbow rested on it and her cheek rested in her hand.

After a brief moment of almost startled silence, you realized you hadn't spoken a thing, which just made you continue to look. She didn't appear uptight or uneasy at all during the awkward pause that followed her awkward inquiry. Simply put, you questioned why she would even bring up your wife.

You cleared your throat. “…It’s Emiko. I don’t…think I ever mentioned it before anyway.” You went over for your cup from beside you and took a sip to distract yourself. For some strange reason, the coffee burned your throat almost as much as the words you said did

Himeno didn’t respond; she just nodded.

That's the first and only time she ever outwardly mentioned your wife.

“Hehe, _____. You got a smoke?” Himeno asked.

It was a stupid question. You had a cigarette in your mouth and were outdoors in the smoking area at the back. You sure would be out of place if you didn’t.

Himeno kept popping up in your life after the awkward incident at the coffee maker a month earlier. Because of Himeno’s first appearance, you had began moving your breaks from the coffee machine back to the outside smoking area. It was your safe haven for two days before Himeno found you there and has been there ever since.

Though now, Himeno begun joining you for smoke breaks, replacing Nikola, and timing her breaks with yours. At first, it was nice. It was nice to get back into the habit of smoking, well, at least it felt nice.

It made everything feel like it went away for a moment as smoke punctured your lungs in a embrace.

And each time she showed, if it wasn't already difficult to maintain professionalism due to the way Himeno is naturally, you began to feel as though she was seducing you. Considering how naturally flirtatious she is, you really couldn't tell if this was done on design or by accident. Perhaps you were the issue because of your deteriorating level of loyalty to Emiko, your wife. Yes, your wife. You kept reminding yourself of Emiko.

Though you hate to admit it, the thought of her nowadays brought you dread.

“None to share,” you said. “Sorry.”

Himeno leaned against the wall beside you. “How about I win it from you, huh? In a good ole game of p.o.k.e.r!”

After she made you download poker to your phone, you two had made it your thing. She became irritated when you idly browsed on your phone and didn't talk to her, therefore the game was meant to get your attention on her. You shared an interest in smoking and playing poker. You would both often place bets to keep things exciting. Small bills were the initial phase, followed by promises, then other things.

Nikola was never as nagging. Though he wasn’t as attractive as your new smoking partner was either.

You sighed. “Sure.”

Himeno beamed and whipped out her phone. You unconsciously followed behind her, removing the dwarfing cigarette from between your lips.

She giggled as she set up the match on her phone.“Arencha gonna ask what you’ll get if you win?”

As you had drank with Himeno before, you heard this a lot and had a idea of what she would offer. While a portion of you was irritated, another aspect of you—one that was as powerful as your dominant hand—was interested.

Himeno grinned as she grabbed your arm, and dragged you down to her height in response to your silence, her phone down at her hip in the other. She whispered, and you could feel her smiling on your neck.

“If you win, you’ll get a kiss~”

This you responded quickly to. “…I’d rather just win.”

Himeno saw that despite your words, you did not push her away. “I’d rather just kiss you.”

You had actively avoided Himeno since and haven't seen her for a few days now.

During breaks, you stayed away from the coffee maker in the office and instead headed outside for the nearby cafe. Even though your wife disliked it when you smoked in the car, you would just flee to it when you wanted a puff of smoke. You didn't care what she thought at the time; rather, you just wanted Himeno off your mind because she had crossed the line of separation once again.

These days, you didn't generally wasn't sent out on devil-hunter assignments; waiting for your new partner's assignment. Given that Nikola had been your partner for such a long time, you weren't sure if the length of time you had been waiting was customary.

“God, Nikola,” you whispered to no one but yourself.

With the exception of you and a few vacant desks, the office was empty. Everyone else was sent off to catch some wild fiend, or something. So you were left here to file some paperwork for Makima; though you got distracted with everything conquering your mind at the moment.

Although each of you was given a cubicle, nobody really used them. More so since people were changed out so frequently and it was too much trouble to add and remove names every day or so. If someone passed away, nobody even bothered to clean them out unless the family wanted to do so themselves.

It was beneficial for you that Nikola had left his cubicle uncleaned and untouched, and had no family, as you found comfort within the four thin walls. Everything was precisely as he had left it, from the battle metals on the walls to the lighter in the corner. This cubicle had been him home away from home. Wherever that was.

“You missing Nikola?”

Himeno was standing behind your old partner's desk as you turned around. She had a skirt on; smaller and tighter than appropriate. She was playing a trick on you and luring you once more. The skirt was both figuratively and literally, inappropriate. She was supposed to be out tracking down a devil with Hayakawa and the rest of the division, but judging by the skirt, there was little chance of that. In that type of pencil skirt, you couldn't defeat no Devil.

You turned back to Nikola’s metal on the wall. “What do you want, Himeno?” you grumbled.

“I want you to talk to me.”

You huffed; laughing without the humour. “Yeah. As if that’s all you want from me. Bullshit.”

Himeno was silent for a moment, and you simply waited for her to depart before you took any action rashly. Himeno, though, was unwilling to give in. She walked up to the desk, sat down on it, and crossed her legs. You maintained your gaze on the wall of metals but in the corner of your eyes, you could see her thinking. She looked up at the ceiling in thought as the words escaped her lips.

“I don’t deny…that I want more, _____.” Her lip quirked a bit at the clicheness of it all, but she restrained it.

She adds. “But I’m a little shy, you know?”

She was bullshitting you and you knew this. Himeno was the least reserved of the group, so you knew you should have let her know you didn't buy her bullshit. You knew she wasn’t being genuine but, nonetheless, when you were with Himeno, you forgot about all the stress in your life.

The death of your partner,

the arguments with family,

and your pregnant wife at home.

When Himeno was nearby and willing to satisfy your desire, none of it mattered. Your life was made more exciting by her. Work ceased to be challenging and started to serve as an outlet for you. Even if it was just for a little moment, life wasn't all that difficult. She took to the nicotine you allow inside. And your poor wife, whom you love so dearly, was hardly visible through the blissful stupor.

“…Bullshit.”

And you decided you had wanted her too. And you were no longer a little shy in this affair.

You glanced at her figure.

You didn't understand why you two continued to play this game when everyone in the division was aware of your illicit relationships. You knew they knew that Himeno had got you stuck in her trap. That this relationship got beyond professionalism months ago. None, however, gave a damn enough to inform your wife; due to the fact that devil hunters are vile individuals. Nevertheless, the world did not end as a result. The world won't end if you cheat on your wife if the option is there.

You already dropped the package. The least you could do now is preserve this blunt.

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afraid | aki hayakawa

aki hayakawa x reader

aki’s eyes have witnessed the deaths of many. they’ve watched the life drain from humans as they choke out their final words and take their last breath; they’ve looked on while his contracted devils kill their own kind in exchange for various debts. and though he tries desperately to avoid feeling sorry for himself, he can’t help but wonder why he was cursed with this life – the tragic murder of his family, the cycle of making friends just to be hit with their untimely demise, losing partner after partner. aki is still human, so he still grieves and feels and cries. to say he’s gotten used to death isn’t to say he’s become numb to it.

 for that reason, aki knows the one loss he would never be able to handle is yours.

 you’re a devil hunter too, and a damn good one. regardless, your skill was simply not enough to prevent him from regulating your devil-involvement. it wasn’t that he doubted your abilities or that he considered you weak. truthfully, aki was just scared. terrified, even. you were strong and he knew that; he was the weak one because he loved you more than life itself.

 you loved him too, you loved him so incredibly much. but you could never understand why it seemed like he was always looking down on you. he’d chase after himeno blindly in the depths of hell but would scold you if you followed.

“do you think i’m weak?” you finally crack one night, asking the question you’ve let dance around your head for far too many months now. you feared the answer but more than that you feared never knowing.

it takes aki a moment to register your words because he can’t even believe he’s just heard “weak” and you in the same sentence. his intentions were always pure - merely an overwhelming desire to protect you which made him request you be left out of the more dangerous devil encounters. but despite his intentions, he curses himself for making you feel like you were less than capable. after his moment of shock, aki manages to answer your question with perhaps too much feigned ignorance. “why would you think that?”

 “aki, please don’t act like you don’t know what i’m talking about,” you sigh, repositioning yourself onto your side so that you can properly read his face. “you don’t allow me to get involved with certain devils, and if i try, i’m lectured by kishibe the next day about interfering with jobs i’m not apart of.”  

“baby…” he murmurs. “you’re not weak at all.”

 “then why do you treat me like i am? how can i call myself a devil hunter if there’s restrictions on which devils i can hunt?”

 you aren’t quite sure when you became so emotional over the topic, but for some reason your voice slightly falters towards the end. the thought of your beloved boyfriend viewing you as a weak little doll in need of his protection and sheltering just made you feel pitiful. aki notices, too, the way your eyes glisten from tears threatening to spill and he kisses his thumb before lifting it to wipe them away before they can fall.

“you’re the strongest person i know, y/n, stronger than me. but i can’t bare the thought of losing you. anything i can do to lessen that possibility – i’ll do it,” aki says, ending his statement with the softest kiss to the top of your head. you’re strong and you’d fight every devil in the world if he’d let you, but his heart is too weak for that.

 it’s not like you don’t worry for aki as well, because you do every day. his abilities are incredible and he’s not afraid to form even the most daunting of contracts, but after seeing so many lives lost, you can’t help the thought from crossing your mind more than once. you wanted to protect him in the same way he’s always protected you, because even the strongest man can break sometimes. “as if i’d let you get rid of me.”

“i know,” he half-smiles. “but i’m still terrified.”

 aki hayakawa, the epitome of strength in your eyes, was scared. scared because of you. scared because he knows all too well that when you have something precious, it’s only a matter of time before it is cruelly stolen. he wouldn’t let that happen to you. his life had become too entangled with yours for him to ever return to singularity. the mornings he spent relishing in the feeling of your head against his chest, tendrils of hair framing your face so perfectly, the nights he spent listening to you detail every single aspect of your future together, all of it had become routine for aki and he didn’t dare imagine breaking it.

 “it’s okay to be scared. but i’d rather die by your side than live knowing i could’ve been there to save you.”

at this, aki stiffens and his immediate reaction is to lift your chin with his thumb and forefinger so your eyes meet his. the weight of his next words is far too important to him.  “i won’t let you die for me,” he says, as stern as he can be with you staring at him so sweetly.

 “maybe you won’t. but you know i still would,” you respond just as firmly and aki knows he can’t try to argue with you. not when your fingers are tracing odd shapes and figures onto his torso so carefully, not when you look so pretty with your hair sprawled everywhere and your expression so serious yet gentle.

“yeah,” he accepts, unwinding his arm from your body to reach for the pack of cigarettes and lighter always left on the bedside. “my dumb baby.” 

aki sits up so his bare back is pressed against the bedframe, lighting the poison stick before bringing it to slightly parted lips. all too quickly, he’s startled by sudden movement, and before he can utter a word, you’re straddling his waist and plucking the cigarette right from his lips. 

“’m not the dumb one when you’re putting poison into your body. it’s a bad habit, aki,” you chide, rolling your eyes before handing it back to him. you’re aware it’s pointless to continue reprimanding him for it, but you’ll keep doing so all the same. to him, being a devil hunter is plenty more deadly than smoking; that doesn’t mean he’d ever let you do it, though. 

“you’re right,” he agrees, “i’m sorry. and i’m sorry i made you feel weak, you know i’d never --” the words are cut short by your lips on his, welcoming the familiar taste of spearmint and smoke. almost instinctively, your hands find their way into his soft black locks. you love nights with aki because it’s one of the only times he’ll let his hair down, and oh how you love tangling your hands through it. one slight tug is all it takes to drive him wild, you know that all too well, and he feels the sly smile cross your lips upon hearing his muffled moan.

“love you so much,” you manage to get out in the few milliseconds that you part from each other, but trying to say anything else would be futile because aki won’t allow more than a moment of space between you. the cigarette still sits between his fingers, all but forgotten, and he wonders if that was your plan. 

“i’ll always be helplessly in love with you,” aki admits, finally pulling away and granting you a second to catch your breath. “i’d die for you, too. over and over again if i had to.” 

you couldn’t be sure if this meant aki would retract his previous requests of makima and kishibe, but at the very least you knew how deeply loved you were by aki hayakawa. the man you regarded as the very definition of strength was so very weak for you, and you could never be mad at that. 

[rekino2114]

Hey, man 👋. Wondering if you still take chainsaw man requests. I'd like a Himeno x Male Reader where one day, after a mission, they keep flirting with each other until the reader actually manages to make Himeno flustered for the first time in their relationship.

Himeno:Hey are you the fire devil? Cause you're hot as hell

Y/n:*chuckle* do you really think cheesy pick up lines will work on me?

Himeno:I mean, we're together, so I think they already worked

Y/n:I didn't fall for you because of those

Himeno:really? Why did you then?

*you cup her cheeks and look at her lovingly*

Y/n:I love you because of your amazing personality and incredible looks. Every day, I feel like the luckiest man ever to be with you. You have no idea how much I love you my beautiful ghost

*you kiss her forehead and she blushes*

Y/n:Wait, you're actually blushing!? I thought you were physically incapable of that, my words must have really gotten to you

Himeno:You have no idea, I love you too, but don't worry, I'm gonna make you blush even more now

*she kisses you and you start to make out passionately*