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DENJI who knows from the moment that he laid eyes on you that he wanted to be yours. He didn’t want you to be his, oh no, that wasn’t the case at all. He wanted to be at your every beck and call — any time that you needed something, he wanted to be the one that you turned to.
He doesn’t care how simple the task or how stupid the question, he just wants you to look for him. He wants your eyes to fall on him and for your hand to extend in his direction. He wants to be the one you look for in a crowd, he wants to be the one who carries your shopping bags, he wants to be the one who lays his jacket down on every single puddle. He wants you to call him ‘yours’.
“Shit,” you murmur, placing your hands on your hips and glaring up at the offending pack of chips — which sits on a shelf just barely out of your reach.
Huffing, you push yourself onto your tiptoe, hand extended towards your desired snack. As if to taunt you, the tips of your fingers brush against the outside of the chip bag.
Just as you give up, a familiar orange-haired boy slides into the kitchen, lips pulled back in that adorable fanged smile. “Oh, hey (Y/N)!”
You turn, nearly losing your balance as you glance at Denji, who only smiles in response. His eyes flicker between you and the too-high shelf that prevents you from enjoying a mid-afternoon snack.
“Hey Denji,” you reply, smiling at him as you turn away from the open cabinet.
Denji notices your flickering gaze, following it and humming at the bag of chips in the cabinet. He smiles, then returning his focus to you.
Without saying a word, Denji steps past you, his shoulder brushing affectionately against your own as he easily plucks the bag of chips from the shelf. He offers it to you, heart warming at your immediate smile.
“Thanks Denji!” you bubble happily, hugging around his arm and placing a thankful kiss against his cheek.
He smiles, practically purring at the affection.
DENJI who greets you as if you had been separated for years. The moment that patrol ends and he’s able to return to Aki’s apartment — where he knows you’ll be — he’s sprinting with a speed that not even he knew that he possessed. He doesn’t care to see if Power is behind him, his sole focus being the fact that he was returning home to you.
The moment that he steps through the door, Denji’s eyes are darting around the apartment for you. He accidentally slams the door in Power’s face, beelining for you in the living room and promptly hugging you like he was your husband returning home from war.
“Denji—!” Power’s voice is cut off by the slamming of the apartment door, her angered groan falling on deaf ears as Denji excitedly enters the apartment.
He looks around quickly, heart pounding in his ears as his eyes search for you — finding you in the kitchen snacking on the leftovers from the dinner that Aki had made the previous night. He beelines for you, arms locking around your waist and the entirety of his body weight pushing against your own.
“Denji!” you exclaim, wobbling on your feet and nearly choking on the forkful of food that you had been ingesting. He ignores you, burying his head into the junction that connects your collarbone and shoulder, lightly biting down and smiling as you yelp again. You can feel the curl of his smile against your skin, and suddenly you weren’t as angry with him.
“Missed you,” he murmurs, voice muffled from where his face is pressed impossibly closer against you, his nose practically inhaling your scent and committing it to the deepest depths of his memory.
You smile to yourself, lifting a hand and threading your fingers into Denji’s hair, nails raking lightly over his scalp. He curls further into you — if that was even possible — placing a chaste kiss against your neck (as if he hadn’t just bitten you there).
“Yeah,” you agree, leaning back into his arms and allowing your eyes to momentarily close, “I missed you too.”
DENJI who treats you as his own personal pillow and may (WILL) suffocate you when it’s time to go to sleep. He can’t help it! He hugs you to his chest just as you’re both dozing off, your head tucked comfortably underneath his chin with your own arms wound loosely around his midsection. His nose is buried in your hair, inhaling that oh-so-familiar scent of your shampoo — it was so distinctly you.
But somehow, in the ungodly hours of the morning, you’re suddenly confused as to why it’s so hard to breathe. Denji, somehow, had rolled completely on top of you. His nose is buried into the crook of your neck, mouth hanging open as loud — and borderline obnoxious — snores fill the otherwise quiet bedroom. His arms are still locked around you like iron, but this time, you genuinely don’t know if they’re going to be the weapons that kill you.
Your eyes shoot open at the terrifying feeling of not being able to breathe, widened irises flickering around the room until you’re suddenly aware of why you can’t breathe—
“Denji,” you whisper urgently, desperately shaking the figure that lays on top of you. You can feel the warmth of his breath fanning out over the skin of your neck. He mumbles something incoherent, only snuggling further into you and pressing more of his weight down onto you.
In any other situation, you would have ‘awed’ at him and lovingly pinched his cheek.
But right now you were a little more focused on remaining conscious.
“Denji,” you say again, louder this time. You try your hardest to shove him off of you, but even in sleep, he fights against you, wanting to practically be melded to you. He grumbles sleepily, and you could only pray that he chokes on his own spit so that he would wake up.
Your hands brace against his side, trying one last time to push him off of you. Denji’s nose scrunches adorably, a snore getting caught in his throat as his grip tightens impossibly further over you. You groan lightly, sighing through your nose.
“Denji, come on,” you murmur, screwing your eyes shut and giving Denji’s limp body one more shove. Denji grunts, finally opening his eyes and turning to you with a tired glint to his eyes, sleepily blinking at you.
“Wha—?” Denji hums, smacking his lips together and blinking away the last bits of exhaustion from his eyes. He rolls off of you, resulting in you greedily inhaling. Denji only stares curiously at you, now wide awake and wondering why you were breathing so heavily.
“You were squishing me,” you say simply, sitting up and glancing at Denji, who is quick to sit up beside you. He pouts, jutting out his bottom lip as he stares at you, guilt swimming in his eyes. “It’s okay, you do it every night.”
“I do?!”
DENJI who always has to have a hand on you when you’re out and about — even if it’s while the two of you are paired together for patrol. Most of the time, Denji’s fingers are locked together with your own, his thumb sometimes brushing over the backs of your knuckles (mainly because Aki mentioned ONCE that it was a romantic gesture). It’s sweet…when you’re not working obviously.
Standing in line results in the both of you receiving glances from those that surround you, some of them looks of jealousy, but the majority of them are those disgusted glances usually thrown at the PDA obsessed couples in amusement park lines. Does Denji care about those glances? Oh, absolutely not, he could care so much less. He loves you! So why would he sit back and not show you that he absolutely loves and adores you?
“Hey Denji? I can’t really fight this Devil with one hand,” you comment offhandedly, glancing down at Denji’s fingers that were so tightly interlocked with your own — you honestly don’t know if he has any plans of genuinely letting go. He glances down at the Devil in question, acknowledging its existence before turning with a lovesick smile back to you.
“I’m sure you can,” he responds, figurative tail wagging as you roll your eyes. You squeeze his fingers three times, a silent way of you saying ‘I love you” — a little something that you had both established somewhere near the beginning of your relationship. Denji’s smile impossibly widens, his fingers returning your affectionate squeeze.
“Two seconds, count it,” you say with a smile, leaning forward on the tips of your toes and pressing a fleeting kiss to Denji’s cheek. He all but purrs at you, pressing a lingering kiss to your forehead before he (reluctantly) lets you deal with the Devil that you had been sent out to exterminate.
DENJI who texts you so many times throughout the day that you have to silence your phone at the beginning of your shifts at work. Otherwise your phone would be buzzing every three seconds with a new message from Denji, be it a random selfie of him and Power or a pinecone that he claims “looks like you!” Sometimes his messages don’t even make sense, but that can be blamed on Denji’s inability to type properly — considering that he had never had a cell phone before.
Snuck between those fun messages are genuine heartfelt texts that make your heart melt when you scroll back to reread them. Every morning the first message that pings on your phone is from Denji, telling you to make sure that you eat something and that he would see you later on patrol. And the last message that you see every night is Denji telling you sweet dreams and that he would see you in the morning.
“Is that your phone again?” Aki asks with a raise of his eyebrow, taking a drag of the cigarette between his lips before blowing the smoke out in a small gray cloud in front of him. You pause, tilting your head before becoming aware of the constant vibration against your thigh.
You dip your fingers into your pocket, taking out your cellphone and looking down at the 34 messages sent to you by Denji. You bite back the smile that threatens to curl the corner of your lips upward, scrolling through the various texts of ‘Miss you!’ and ‘Tell Aki that we’re out of cereal’.
“Sorry, it’s Denji,” you murmur, remembering that you and Aki were currently on patrol, “I’ll silence it.”
Aki nods, flicking away his cigarette and turning away from you. You heart a few of Denji’s messages, smiling down at the illuminated screen before silencing your phone and jogging to keep up with Aki.
DENJI who enjoys having late night conversations with you — talking about whatever it is that you want. Sometimes you both have deep conversations with one another, revealing parts of your past and in turn learning a little bit more about Denji. Or sometimes you have silly ‘what if’ conversations, where you’ve learned that, yes, Denji would love you if you were a worm, Denji would be able to identify your pussy in a room full of others, and Denji would happily lay over a puddle so that your shoes wouldn’t get wet.
He likes to ramble, he likes to get stuck on one topic and just pour his heart out about whatever it may be. Denji also just loves the sound of your voice, listening to you ramble about topics that you’re passionate about or listening to stories from your childhood. He’ll keep his eyes on you the entire time that you’re speaking, his chin leaned into the palm of his hand as you continue speaking. If you quiet down for even a second, he prompts you to continue with a chipper “And then what happened?”
“You tired?” Denji asks, eyes fixed on the ceiling and watching as the small fan spins in seemingly endless circles, giving the room a small breeze that momentarily cancels out the warmth that radiates from the outside.
You shake your head, hair tickling Denji’s shoulder. Your leg is hiked up over his own with your arms wound loosely over his midsection. “No, not really,” you murmur, suddenly aware of just how awake you truly are.
It was odd, considering that patrol lasted much longer today and Makima had quite a few words to say to you and Denji before you left the offices for the day. You thought that by the time you had finished up dinner with Aki that you would be completely exhausted — and yet you weren’t.
“What was your life before being a Devil Hunter like?” Denji asks, rubbing a thumb up and down your side. You hum, closing your eyes for a moment and simply remembering; remembering blurry figures of people that you may or may not have loved and muddled memories of a time that you may or may not have enjoyed.
“I dunno actually, I don’t really remember it,” you reply with a small shrug, shuffling your body closer to Denji’s and letting out a sigh, your breath fanning over his neck. He ignores the shiver that crawls up his spine at the sensation, momentarily tightening his arms around you, his cheek resting against the top of your head.
“Well…what do you remember?” Denji inquires. You smile to yourself, knowing what it was that Denji wanted — he just wanted to hear you talk. Humming to yourself, you tilt your head up, pressing a kiss to the underside of Denji’s jaw.
“There is one thing, I had a best friend growing up,” you begin, squeezing Denji’s waist and smiling as he returns it, excitedly listening and waiting for you to tell him the tale from your childhood.
DENJI who just loves and adores you more than anything. The moment that he becomes yours, the moment that you become his, he’s completely devoted to you and to you only. To him, you’re the one person that’s worth sticking around for, the one person worth protecting from Devils. In a way, Denji is just glad to have someone that doesn’t look at him like he’s a freak — as he’s used to eyes widening in disgust and lips curling back to spit out venomous insults.
But then Denji met you; you with the warmth in your eyes and the glitter to your smile. You with the kind words and tight hugs that were warmer than any summer’s day. You with the kisses that managed to steal his breath every single time and you with the ability to make the gloomiest days bright.
Denji is so happy to have you in his life, and every day he manages to convey that love and adoration to you. And the moment that you reciprocate it, Denji falls harder and harder.
My first time writing for Chainsaw Man and Denji, go easy on me.
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ADVERSARIAL APPETITES
♡ — aki hayakawa x f!reader
The only thing worse than accidentally running into the Lust Devil is having to call Aki fucking Hayakawa for help.
18+ ONLY
wc — 1.9k
prompt — coming in pants, praise kink (requested by @antique-remains)
additional content — enemies to lovers, edging, masturbation, phone sex, light brat taming, light dom!Aki vibes, voice kink, mentions of anal sex, coming untouched, dirty talk, anal fingering
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“Hayakawa.”
“Yeah?”
His voice is slightly muffled, and you know there’s a cigarette tucked into the corner of his mouth, burning orange embers dangling precariously as the white stick shakes with the slight movement of his lips.
Pinching the bridge of your nose, the back of your head thuds against the creaky motel headboard as you close your eyes and exhale noisily before muttering, “I need your help.”
Later, you’ll look at your call log and be horrified to find that you called Aki fucking Hayakawa to grovel for assistance. Like this is your first goddamn day as a Devil Hunter. Like he’s not the most insufferably broodish bane of your existence.
You may never forgive yourself for this temporary lapse in judgment, though that will ultimately be a problem for Later You.
Later—when you’re not stripped down to your bra and panties in a dingy motel room with a questionable smell lingering in the faded brown carpet, your blood-stained button-down shirt and pants carelessly tossed over the back of a half-busted chair, filthy knives left discarded on the nightstand where they’re sitting precariously close to a well-worn copy of the Bible.
When the metallic taste of blood isn’t still lingering in your mouth from your split bottom lip.
When you’re not about to crawl out of your skin with arousal because your simple in-and-out solo assignment was interrupted by an accidental run-in with the fucking Lust Devil.
The Lust Devil, who had laughed with an irritatingly melodic voice as you tried and failed to decapitate her. Your knives sang through empty air with each swipe as she repeatedly disappeared into a cloud of hazy, pink vapor, the sickeningly sweet smell of which left you doubled over gagging and gasping for breath.
She’d kissed you on the cheek and tapped your nose with a deceivingly girlish little giggle before taking her leave, ominously lilting, “Good luck with that, love.”
You’d hardly made it to this shitty, back road motel with the dredges of your self-control intact, almost orgasming from the mere feeling of your car bouncing with the bumps in the road, scraping your thighs together as you floored it. Abdomen pressed desperately against the edges of the dubiously stained sink, you’d scrubbed your hands raw with scalding hot water thrice in the cramped bathroom before unceremoniously stripping down and flopping onto the bed.
After an hour of trying and failing to bring yourself over the edge, your sticky, arousal-soaked fingers are now cramped and sore from repeatedly plunging them in and out of your aching cunt. Try as you might, every time you reach the precipice of release, your pleasure evaporates in an instant, leaving every nerve ending in your body painfully ignited with need. Pathetic tears prick at the corners of your eyes as you desperately hump your hand, powerless to expel the insurmountable lust burning inside of you.
Clearly, masturbating isn’t the solution to the Lust Devil’s little game.
And Aki says as much after you finish explaining yourself through gritted teeth, fighting for your life to stave off the embarrassing urge to dip your fingers between your thighs again while the call is still active.
“Then what the hell am I supposed to do?!” you cry out in frustration.
“Her power is fuelled by the fear of something, remember. But it’s not the concept of lust.” He pauses for a moment. “It’s the fear of lusting after someone that you shouldn’t. She feeds on the shameful feelings of acting on inappropriate sexual desires.”
You raise an eyebrow, even though he can’t see you. “So you’re saying I should come back and seduce Kishibe sensei.”
“You’re fucking shameless.”
“I like a quick solution.”
You can hear his exasperated sigh on the other end of the line. “From what I’ve been told, it’s not about physical consummation. It’s a mental thing.”
“So I just need to think about a dirty little secret while I’m touching myself, and then I’ll finally be able to orgasm?”
“Essentially.”
Twenty minutes later, half of the pillows and bed covers have been angrily tossed to the floor in your attempts to touch yourself in every position you could possibly think of—sadly to no avail.
“Yes?” Aki sounds bored when he answers your next call, and you make a rude gesture in the direction of your phone.
“It’s not working.”
“And?”
“And I’m two seconds from losing my mind. Can you put that stupidly smart brain of yours to use and actually help me?”
The other end of the line is quiet, so you add with an annoyed huff, “Please.”
You can hear the slight amusement in Aki’s tone as he asks, “What, do you need me to tell you how to masturbate?”
You pointedly ignore the odd feeling that zips up your spine at his words. “Wow, you sure know how to talk dirty to a girl, Hayakawa.”
He scoffs.
He fucking scoffs.
There’s a shuffling sound before he responds in a low, clipped tone, “Stop being a fucking brat.”
Everything is silent save for the ticking of the clock on the wall.
“I…” you trail off, not sure what kind of response you can formulate with the way your heart’s suddenly pounding in your chest.
“Tell me what you’re doing,” he intones smoothly, your toes involuntarily curling at the cadence of his deep voice.
“Laying in bed,” you reply, far shorter of breath than you were moments ago.
“And what are you wearing?”
“My bra and underwear.”
“That’s too much. Take them off.”
Your sharp inhale is your only response, and though Aki’s normally hard-pressed to even suggest you do something on a regular day without getting a snarky response in return, your hands are like phantom limbs as you comply with his request.
“Are you naked now?”
You nod, only to belatedly realize he can’t see it, so you reply, “Yes.”
“Good girl.”
Your back arches upward from where you’re lying face up on the mattress, those two words catching you entirely off guard.
Aki’s the bane of your existence most days, for reasons your foggy brain can’t quite remember now that you’re naked and dripping wet to the husky sound of his unfairly attractive voice in a shitty hotel room in the middle of nowhere. You’ll certainly hate yourself for this later, for shamelessly imagining the slightly bored look on his stupidly handsome face as you spread your legs wide, exhaling shakily while running your fingers over your sensitive, peaked nipples.
But oh, if it’s an inappropriate orgasm the Lust Devil wants?
It’s what she’s going to get.
(And if you’re silently moaning now in anticipation at the thought of Aki fucking Hayakawa murmuring dirty things to you over the phone to get you off, nobody else needs to know that.)
“I like you like this,” he murmurs.
“Like what?” you ask, as if you don’t already know.
He chuckles.
—
You’re insufferable.
Absolutely, positively insufferable.
You live and breathe to make Aki’s job far more difficult than it needs to be, with your snappy, headstrong attitude and your penchant for nearly getting yourself killed on a regular basis.
But right now?
Right now, that’s the last thing on Aki’s mind. Because all of your bristled, sharp edges have gone pliant on the other end of the phone, your scathing, impatient remarks replaced by the sound of your heavily aroused, labored breathing.
“I bet you’re already soaked,” he says, shifting slightly from where he’s seated on his couch as he feels himself harden in his slacks at the thought.
“I'm dripping all over the sheets,” you admit.
He bites his fist.
“Touch yourself for me then.”
You don’t hesitate—he knows that because he can immediately hear the lewd, squelching sound of you starting to pump your fingers in and out of your wet hole.
“Slow down,” he chides, just to be a dick. He can’t let you off that easy, after all.
“Fuck you,” you pant out with a whine.
“Maybe if you behave,” he drawls, clicking his tongue. “How many fingers are you using?”
“Two.”
“Put in another.”
He hears a strangled moan fall from your lips.
“S’tight,” you whimper.
“How do you expect to take my dick then?” he asks, the words past his lips before he can stop himself.
There’s a slight choking sound from your end. “How would you fuck me, Hayakawa?”
“Aki,” he corrects you with a slight edge to his voice, not sure why he suddenly feels compelled to do so.
“How would you fuck me, Aki?”
His dick is straining painfully against his zipper now, a dark spot of precum staining the black fabric of his pants. He presses the heel of his palm against his throbbing shaft to relieve some of the pressure as he hears the damp slide of three of your fingers plunging in and out of your cunt.
“Till you’re begging me to come.”
You moan for him.
For him.
He’s fucked.
“Would you fuck my mouth to shut me up?” you breathe out, words hoarse.
“I bet you’d look so pretty choking on my dick.” More precum leaks through, and Aki’s muscles tense.
“Would I look pretty with your cum all over my face?”
His dick is so painfully hard it feels like it’s going to fall off.
Aki’s going to kill the fucking Lust Devil with his bare hands.
“You’re filthy,” he comments, hips rocking upward to no avail.
“Rude,” you exhale between a moan and a whimper, and he imagines the way you’re probably teasing your supple breasts while fucking yourself on your fingers right now.
“That was a compliment.”
“I haven’t even told you what I’m doing now,” you tease.
He raises an eyebrow, letting himself run his hand over his throbbing shaft briefly one more time. “What’s that?”
A loud, broken moan follows. “Using what’s dripping out of me to finger my ass.”
Oh.
He’s really fucked.
Aki bites his lower lip so hard he tastes blood as he resists the urge to furiously fist his cock.
“How many?” he croaks.
“One.”
“Give me two,” he nearly growls.
“I can’t—“
“Prep yourself for me. Two fingers.”
Aki’s fairly certain he’s never been so desperate to fuck anyone in his life as he is in this moment.
He hears you gasp and whimper as you slowly ease a second lubricated finger up your ass, knows it’s shoved all the way in by the sobbing moan that follows.
“Okay,” you whisper shakily.
“Good girl,” he says again, because he could tell what it did to you the first time.
You keen at the praise, and he hears as you resume playing with your pussy while plunging in and out of the tight ring of muscle between your cheeks at the same time.
“I’m close,” you sob.
“Come for me,” he tells you, like he’s not on the verge of an untouched orgasm himself.
“Wanna feel you come in my ass,” you whimper.
Aki’s helpless to hide his answering moan, the mental image sending him reeling. But it’s the sound of you crying out his name as you come that’s his undoing—
“AKI!”
The coil in Aki’s gut unfurls like a whip, white-hot pleasure washing over his body as he trembles with the force of his orgasm. Cum floods his boxers, his hot, sticky seed leaking all over his balls and soaking through the front of his slacks. He gives in and roughly grasps his cock through the damp material, riding out the aftershocks as cum drips along his inner thighs, belatedly realizing just how loudly he’s moaning right along with you.
Then it’s quiet for a moment, save for the sound of both of you breathing hard.
“Did you—“
“Text me the address of that motel. Now.”
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Win Your Prize
Pairing: Aki Hayakawa x Fem!Reader
Tags: nsfw, smut. first time, loss of virginity, sloppy makeouts, cunnilingus, blowjob, gentle sex leads to rough sex, slapping, corruption kink, friends to lovers, smoking, confessions
Word count: 2.8k
A/N: I love how everyone took one look at Aki and decided that he is 100% boyfriend material. The prompt for this was 'corruption kink' with Aki Hayakawa. For more of my 5k follower event fics you can go to my wholesome list, or to my darker list, whichever appeals to you more.
There were plenty of benefits of being Aki's friend. He was reliable, he was confidant but not cocky, he knew how to stay calm under pressure. Which is a skill you did not posses, definitely not in the situation you found yourself in right now.
To Aki it didn't seem to matter much that the two of you were currently in the middle of a heated make out session, with you straddling his lap, grinding on him, feeling his cock twitching even though his pants. Or that the he was only here right now because you asked him to be the one to take your virginity.
Just remembering the conversation made you shrink in embaressment.
"You want to be your first?" Aki's eyes widened only a little as he let took another drag of his cigarette. He leaned in closer, his suit jacket casually draped over the bar chair.
"I just thought it'd be nice to, you know, do it with someone I trust. And I can't think of anyone I trust more that my best friend." You took another swig of your drink to try and dull your screaming nerves. "Does that make you uncomfortable?"
Aki looked back into his whisky glass and swirled it, "Not at all. I just thought that you've already had your first. Or were you waiting for someone special to come along and just got tired of waiting?"
He was your special one. He has been for years now. But Aki had more important things to do than date you, he had better options out there, you knew that, so there was never any point in confession. He didn't have to know any of that however. "Mr. Perfect seems to have went on a detour. You're the next best thing though, if you want to be that is." Hopefully the blaring lights did enough to hide the way your eyes lingered on his lips.
"Sure." Aki shrugged, changed his whiskey and slammed the glass onto the bar.
"I know it's a little... wait... really?"
"You trusted me enough to ask. I've known you for a while. You're pretty and you're smart and funny, hot as hell." His words made your cheeks burn a lot more than the alcohol, "I'd be more than happy to be your first."
And that's how you ended up on his bed, tugging his shirt out of his pants and pulling on his tie while Aki's fingers undid button after button on your blouse until he slid it off your smooth shoulders with callused hands.
Aki licked your upper lip as he pulled away and pushed on your shoulders, "Get on the floor for me, on your knees yeah?"
Your heart started beating even more rapidly. You glanced at the tent in his pants on your way down, while also planting a slow kiss on his jaw, "I might not be that good. I've only done it for a few men before."
"You'll do fine." He pushed his thumb into your mouth, the pad of his finger pressing and massaging your tongue. Your eyes fluttered closed as you instinctively sucked on it, "See? Don't even have to think about it."
Oh. That's what he was after. He wasn't just trying to be lewd then.
You got on your knees, hands working on his belt buckle, undoing it with slow, careful fingers. To your surprise when you unzipped him he was very quick, and very eager to unbutton his boxers as fast as he could. Maybe he was a little impatient after all. After even he is bound to have his limit.
"Have you done this for other women before?" You tried not to let your nervousness show as you wrapped your hand around his thick cock. It welt warm in your hand, twitching at your touch. Giving him a few experimental pumps you leaned in to kiss the underside, and licked along the vain, all the way to the top.
"Yes." There was a alight tremble to Aki's voice as his hands cupped the back of your head, "It lets me help them discover what they like, get comfortable," His voice dropped to almost a growl, "and it gets my dick wet with virgin spit and cum."
It took you by surprise when he pushed your head towards his cock, your eyes wide as it slipped past your lips and hit the back of your throat. You gave a half-moan, half-gagging sound, your hand squeezing the base of his throbbing dick.
"Easy, just relax, move your head along me cock, make sure to take it in deep, get it as wet as you can." His instructions made sense, after all you need to take all of... that in your pussy next. You closed your eyes, savoring the taste of his cock, as you drew back, your tongue flat along the underside.
You went slow the first few times, your hand making up for what you couldn't quite fit. Soon the room became filled with sloppy slurping sounds as you sucked his cock like it was the most delicious thing you've ever tasted in your life. And right now, because of how horny you were, it might actually be.
"You're doing very good. Are you sure you haven't done this a lot? Either way sweetheart, you've got a talent for this." He sighed and leaned back on his hands, legs spreading a little wider apart, "If I knew my friend was this good at sucking cock I wouldn't have to bother chatting up all those other women."
His words traveled into your ears, all the way down your spine and straight between your legs. You hollowed out your cheeks and sucked hard, managing to make Aki's hips jolt upwards.
"Do you want it in your mouth? Or maybe you wanna get naked and... have me paint your body with my cum? You better decide fast." You moaned around his cock but drew back, your hand working on his length up and down at lightning speed, getting him closer and closer to the edge.
"If you're gonna shoot it inside then I'd rather it be somewhere else. For now just..." You kissed the red, leaking tip, feeing embarrassed at your words but there was no backing away now, "Let me see how much of a mess you can make."
"Oh sweetheart," Aki cooed, "You might just regret those words soon." Aki pressed his lips in a thin line as his cum burst forth from his cock, getting on your face, "Shit." He wrapped his hand and the base and squeezed, "Off. I want that damn clothes off."
You did not need to be told twice, especially when you watch him try his hardest to stop himself from coming as you striped. You wanted to get into his lap again, to feel the heat of his thick cock between your lips. Aki had other ideas. He grabbed your wrist and threw you over the bed, coming up behind you and bending you so your ass was in the air.
A few seconds later you felt warm cum being sprayed across your back. Aki took deep breaths through his nose while he tried to settle down, to stop himself from sinking his cock in you right there and then.
You looked so inviting, covered with him cum, bend over his bed, your ass in the air and lips looking swollen and pink, perfect for his cock to sink into.
"Move over." His voice sounded so strained to you, it confused you. Why would he want you to move now? Isn't he just gonna...
Aki lays down on the bed, his head on the pillow, his hair now untied and a mess on his damp forehead. He tugged you up, and up until it dawned on you what he wanted. Unfortunately by the time your brain caught you his tongue was already parting your folds.
Moan after moan fell from your lips as he used his tongue to explore you, pushing it in, licking upwards while his hands cupped your soft ass, encouraging you to ride his face. You looked down only to find Aki's eyes closed in bliss as he moved his head back and forth, trying different angles to make you squirm on top of him. "There, right there! Oh fuck, Aki!"
His fingers clenched your ass hard as he pulled away only for his lips to be on your clit the next second, sucking hard and fast, his tongue rolling flat circles around it. You grabbed the headboard for balance as our orgasm crashed over you, your hips jerking, humping his face like you were an animal in heat.
He turned his head, soft lips finding even softer highs as he pressed kiss after kiss over your naked, damp skin, sucking and leaving little bruises that only the two of you will know of.
"So damn sweet aren't you?" He placed a kiss on your sensitive clit, "And so responsive to me." Hot lips closed around your clit as he hummed his appreciation against you, "I think you can handle the real thing now. What do you say, are you ready to be filled with my cock?"
You wanted to say yes, to yell at him to bend you over and fuck you into oblivion and back. But your mouth couldn't quite form a whole sentence, your mind still a little clouded by the post orgasmic high.
Instead you asked him something else, "Can you go slow? I-I'm sorry if that's not your style, but I've never had one in my so if you could just give a little to-oh!" You yelped as he pushed you off and rolled you onto your back, your legs propped on his hard shoulders, "Uhm... Aki?"
You gasped and gripped his forearms when you felt his cock parting your folds, the tip repeatedly sliding over your sensitive slit, "You're making it very hard for me to say yes to that. Do you have any idea how long I wanted this? How many women came to me with the same request, wanting me to be the one to be their first cock? And do you know what happened when they got it?" Aki grit his teeth hard, his hips snapping forward, your eyes rolling back in pleasure, your heartbeat drumming in your ears, "They couldn't get enough of it. They wanted me. But there's only one person I wanted to fuck day in and day out. Can you take a guess who it is?"
He looked you with such intense eyes, and for the first time you understood how his enemies felt when they saw him face to face. Your lips trembled as he brushed his thumb over them. There was a long moment of silence as Aki lined himself up with your entrance, his palm warm on your cheek, fingers tangling with yours.
"It's you sweetheart. Always has been." His lips were warm against yours as your eyes fluttered closed upon contact. His thrust was long and slow, stretching you open little by little, stopping to give you time to adjust until he reached a stopping point, "Ready?"
You take a deep breath and look into his eyes, "Yeah. I... you are too. The one I want to be with I mean."
Aki showed smiled at you, those soft, warm smiles that he only showed people on rare occasions. He pushed his cock in deeper, you hissed at the sting of being stretched farther than ever before, of being so impossibly full for the first time, "Breathe, you're very tight right now. You need to relax okay? It's just me and you."
Keeping his word he did indeed go slow, only doing short bursts of movement, barely even pulling out, his hips almost flush against yours the whole time, his thumb caressing the back of your hand. You inhaled through your nose and out through the mouth, willing yourself to relax and accept this new, exciting pleasure you felt.
Upon feeling you relax around him he pulled back more, only to sink back into your welcoming heat. "Oh fuck." He groaned into your neck, "I'm gonna teach you a lot sweetheart, you're gonna become my perfect little cocksleeve." He paused to gauge your reaction, which came in a form of a needy whimper and your cunt fluttering around his length so fast it almost drove him nuts. "You like the sound of that? To be mine and mine only. But you know what..." His next words make your heart skip a beat, "I'm prepared to be yours too, then you can hop on my cock like a little bunny in heat whenever you want."
"Yes, yes, yes. That... oh god... you're so... I'm already-!" You arch your back into him, feeling his arm on the small of your back, pressing your clit against him with every roll of your hips into his. Your mouth falls open letting out nothing but moans, Aki's name and the broken pleads for more.
"So slutty already. Or maybe you always were and I'm just helping you discover it. I bet you imagined this many times while you fucked yourself at night." You hide your face in Aki's neck, your lips hot as they trail a path to his shoulder, "What else did my bunny think about hm? I could fulfil your every fantasy, just be honest, let your body be honest."
"Slap me." The words leave your mouth before you can stop yourself.
A predatory grin flashes on Aki's face. The slap is quick, hard enough to make your eyes a little spotty, just for a second as your head hits the pillow. Aki's teeth are on your ear, biting into it, "You like pain huh? A you a slut for pain? Being manhandled?"
"I've only..." You're interrupted by another moan as he shifts the angle, leaning back on his knees, your legs falling around him, bent and digging your feet into the matrass, "I've thought about it but... none of my boyfriends were into it, especially not when... god... when I didn't want to let them fuck me in return."
He grunted, hips snapping forward, his cock hitting every spot in your cunt as you felt it throb and dripping cum, "Poor sweetheart, you've been so horny and unsatisfied haven't you? You... mmn... you should have asked me sooner. As it is, I have half the mind to call every one of your exes and make them listen while you're getting fucked by a real man. Let them know what they're missing out on. What they can never have."
That thought should not have turned you on as much as it did. Your pussy walls clenched tight around Aki's cock, you could feel him twitching like crazy, his mouth falling open, letting you hear all his little snarls and moans that accompanied the slick sound of his balls slapping against you.
"Are you on the pill?" His voice is strained, breathless. You nod, "Good, fuck. Let me fill you up, show you what it's like when you're completely full."
"Aki... please, do it. I want to feel you, all of you!" He leans forward, his forehead pressing against yours, his hips losing control as he hammers his dick into you, cum already spilling out but he doesn't stop, not until he has no more cum to give, you stop shaking from the pleasure, until your cunt stops trying to suck him back in every time he pulls out.
He lays on top of you, body shaking slightly, his warm breath on your neck, his cum leaking from your cunt, down your ass and onto the sheets. When he finally does pull out your pussy gives another flutter, sending another stream of cum onto the sheets. He watches it in awe. You chuckle, "You're gonna start drooling."
"You're worth drooling over, especially when you're like this." Aki's hands massage your inner thighs, eliminating any lingering tension in your body.
"Like what? Unable to move?"
"Yes, because I fucked you thoroughly." His bends down, kiss after kiss pressing from your belly to your tits, your neck and finally your lips. You'd be happy to spend the rest of the night kissing, which is why you found yourself gasping in surprise when Aki pulled you against him and stood up, his hands gripping your ass.
"Aki! I'm-" He cuts you off with a kiss.
"I know." He whispers, "Which is why we're going into the bath." You feel his cock twitching between the two of you, "Who knows, maybe I can draw more confessions out of that pretty little mouth of yours."
You let out an embarrassing groan but make no protest, just hug yourself close to him, a few kisses lingering on his neck as you hear him chuckle.
You're happy as he takes you into the bathroom. As he kisses you while the tub fills up with hot water. As he sits you between his legs. As both your hands start to wander south before long. As his lips covered yours and silenced each other's increasingly frequent moans.
Safe to say you didn't get much cleaning up done.
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Certified babyboy Denji hcs
The sweet:
he always hums when he feels safe
doesn´t have the best singing voice but he loves music to death and is always dancing around somehow
this boy will not stop moving, be that tapping his fingers, feet or swaying his head
does happy dances when he eats good food, sees cute animals or when the sun is out
he is actually a good listener but nobody ever believes him
when he´s with you he tries extra hard to listen to you cause he´s interested in everything you have to say but he gets so distracted thinking about how beautiful you are that he just zones out
always has this goofy grin on his face, so many people called him dumb because of it but he can´t help it
they don´t know what he´s been through and how much it means to him that he can finally live safely
literally obsessed with chocolate and homecooked food
loves to bake once he learns how to
you can read him like a book whenever he´s nervous or shy
has the cutest fucking pout
but he only shows his sad and vulnerable side to people he really trusts with his whole heart (I could write a whole essay about this ngl)
has sweaty hands and is shy to hold yours because of that but is over the moon when you say you don´t mind
overall way too excited about dates
will literally jump in the air and be over the moon over a simple boba date
most people think he´s annoying and dumb because of this, since he just expresses his positive feelings so overtly, especially happiness and excitement
while at the same time he just bottles up negative feelings
will get lost in your eyes and bump into things if you don´t hold his hand at all times
likes to be close to you at all times
is constantly warm, even though he grew up in shitty environments that were super cold
has a bunch of hobbies but it changes weekly
however he´s one of those people who actually sticks with them all cause they´re so fun and he´s sad he can´t do them all as much as he wants to
makes faces at the mirror all the time and sings in the shower
looks like low effort, just out of bed but actually puts a lot of thought into his appearance cause he wants to look good, especially to you, but mostly he just fails
loves tickling you and spinning you around
sharing meals, feeding you, getting fed by you, eating is just much more fun with you around
gives everything a name and nickname
The spicy:
spit. just spit
loves it when you spit in his mouth
generally drools a lot
horny all the time, but it gets annoying a lot too
oversensitive virgin baby
biggest fucking praise kink
pull his hair to make him moan
is embarrassed about being loud in bed but he just can´t hold back, lots of whines especially
loves it when you hold him close, the feelings overwhelm him so much that he just needs this safety
his hands are always shaky
cries when he cums
oral fixation!!!
loves to eat you out but calms down so much when he can suck on your tits
he finds it very intimate when he gets to suck on your fingers
eye contact is super important to him
gets overstimulated on accident, he just can´t help it, feels too good
will call you master
don´t ask why but put him in a cute maid dress and his confidence just boosts, you were thinking he´d be super subby and you could be rougher with him but instead he doms you
is a switch heavily leaning sub and mostly when he doms you it´s very gentle, more of a service top rlly but whenever he´s in dom mood he just wants to worship you
mostly happens when you´ve been away a long time
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Kishibe x Fem! Reader
Warnings: large age gap (reader is in her 20s but it’s unspecified) and Kishibe is 50, car sex, hand job, degrading, praising, smoking
A/N: this was meant to be a short 1-1.5k Drabble but it turned into a mini smut instead (my brain is weird so some of y’all may still consider this a Drabble or you may consider it a full fic… idk man) anywho here he is :)
Word count: 2.6k
“You… you can’t be serious, oneechan.” Denji was staring at you with an udon noodle hanging between his lips. You chuckled at Denji’s constant use of calling you “big sis” — Aki had reprimanded him forever ago about using formalities with you. You had told him senpai was far too much and that calling you oneechan was fine. Still, it made you chuckle that it was the only nickname he ever stuck too with no bribery needed. Aki still used the gum tactic to get Power and Denji to use the correct terms while addressing him.
“I am serious.” The smile never left your face, watching as Denji slurped his noodle the rest of the way. “But why? He’s so old! Hell he’s over half your age! Ain’t he like 50 or something? And you’re like 20-something? I doubt he can even get his dick hard!” You rolled your eyes, laughter bubbling in your chest as Denji’s clear shock at your crush on his mentor. You’d known Kishibe since you joined public safety a few years prior, having worked alongside Aki when it came to training under the man’s brutal regime.
“Oh I doubt that. Kishibe is a man of experience, he probably has over 30 years worth with women.” Denji still couldn’t see how that would appeal to you, if anything he thought it should be a turn off. “That’s 30 years of use. You’ll probably catch a disease.” At that you couldn’t help but snort, putting your cigarette to your lips and inhaling. “Just think about it for a second, Denji. Wouldn't you want a woman that knows what she’s doing? One that would know how to take care of you?”
“I mean yeah, but maybe a woman that’s only a couple years older than me. You’re going after a man that was well into adulthood by the time you were born.” You shook your head, finding it rather funny that Denji was seemingly peeved by this. “That’s real bold coming from you, Denji-kun.” The blonde quirked his eyebrow, eyeing you suspiciously as he went in for yet another helping. “You and your crush on Makima? The fact that she seems to reciprocate your advances? Kinda a similar situation… but mine is legal.”
You shrugged your shoulders, blowing the smoke you had inhaled. “Yah, whatever… go for your creepy old man then.” He stuck his tongue out as you rolled your eyes, a victorious smile still present on your lips. “No really…” he drawled softly “he’s right there.” You froze, head whipping around to the direction Denji had motioned to. Sure enough, Kishibe was sitting at the bar, a glass of whisky in front of him… typical. You turned back to Denji, utterly mortified. “You don’t think he heard us, do you?” The blonde shrugged, a shit eating grin creeping up his face.
“Denji!” You whisper yelled this time, face growing warm. “Huh?” He spoke a little louder than necessary “I don’t think he heard? What’s the big deal anyways? Ain’t you want him to know? So you can like…actually do something about ya crush?” He drawled loudly, enough to draw a few wandering eyes to your table. “N-not the point! Shut up!” You were snuffing out your cigarettes on the underside of the table seconds later, ready to make a quick escape before Kishibe could even notice you there.
The problem being, you knew your old mentor fairly well. It was more than likely that he was already aware of your presence. Not only that but you were nearly positive he’d probably heard you and Denji talking about him. You wouldn’t be able to escape him unless you put a conscious effort into sneaking out of here. Even then, he’d find a way to corner you and ask you what the hell was going on. “Eh, whatever oneechan… at least I have the guts to go for the people I like.” Now you knew you were done for.
If Denji was going to make this a game of confidence, you’d have to do your “big sister” duties and simply one up him. “You’re a pain in my ass.” You scoffed, watching the grin return to the blonde’s face as you pushed your chair out. “You can thank me later.” Was all he said, returning to his udon as you made your way to the bar. “Captain Kishibe.” You fought to keep your voice steady. Kishibe turned to look at you, the usual stoic expression on his face.
“Come to talk to the creepy old man sitting alone at the bar?” He chimed softly, watching your face morph into embarrassment as he confirmed your biggest fear. He heard everything you and Denji had said. “Blame blondey over there for that nickname. Guessing that if you heard what Denji had to say you also heard what I had to say.” Your arms clasped behind your back, fidgeting with your fingers nervously as you waited for him to speak.
Kishibe swirled his glass around, watching the amber liquid slosh before he brought it to his lips and downed the rest. “Oh, I did. Not that I’m shocked… you’re far more transparent with your emotions than you think you are, y/n.” You could have melted on the spot, seeped straight into the floorboards and disappeared forever. Instead, you shifted your weight from foot to foot, willing yourself to grow some confidence and test the waters. It didn’t seem he was necessarily shutting you down just yet.
“Well… I guess this was a pretty lame ass way of saying I have a thing for my old mentor.” Kishibe leaned back, eyes shutting briefly as he inhaled through his nose. “You’re just looking for someone to show you a good time. Tell me, have you ever actually enjoyed any of the men you’ve slept with?” His eyes opened and he turned to face you fully now, tapping the wooden top of the bar twice to signal that he was ready to pay his tab. “Truthfully, no.” A breathy chuckle left him, one that sent shivers down your spine.
“I see. I guess that would make it my duty, Hmm? Your old mentor has to show you the ropes… show you the good from the bad. A private lesson, if you would.” You didn’t quite know how to react, your brain working in overdrive to try and process the words he had just spoken. “S-so you’re saying you’ll…” you flinched at your own stutter, watching Kishibe eye you carefully. “That I’ll show you how a man properly satisfies a lady? Yes, that’s exactly what I’m saying, Sugar.” Your heart jumped at the nickname.
You found it hard to speak, instead you kept your mouth shut and watched your old mentor pay his tab before grabbing his coat off the back of his chair. “I paid for the fool’s meal as well as yours, he’ll get home on his own just fine. Let’s go.” Kishibe was heading towards the door, you waited till he was facing away to shoot Denji a look. The blonde seemed a bit awestruck that you were already leaving with him, you just shrugged as you left. You’d probably have to apologize the next time you saw him.
Before you knew it you were slipping into the passenger side of Kishibe’s car, thanking him softly for opening and closing the door for you. He slipped on the other side a moment later, turning the key so the engine roared to life. “I didn’t think you were the car type.” You commented softly, eyes scanning the amount of gadgets that littered the dashboard. The car’s interior was all black leather, that was at least something you expected from him.
“I’m not but the holiday bonus was nice and I needed an upgrade anyways.” He cracked his window, lighting up a cigarette before pulling out of the restaurant’s small lot and out into the bustling street. You didn’t expect him to be nervous, nor did you expect him to be awkward about the situation. Yet you were practically squirming in your seat, hoping he’d show some sort of nervousness to help you feel less inexperienced.
His cigarette hung half hazardously from his lips, one hand on the wheel while the other came down to rest on your thigh. You nearly choked on your own saliva, heat pooling in your gut at the simple action. “Amuse me, would you? What’s the best thing a guy has done for you, Hmm?” Smoke puffed out around his cigarette, eyes locked on the road as he waited for your response. “Offer to walk me home.” You admitted sheepishly, not quite sure how he’d react to such a lame response. It was true your taste in men hadn’t really benefited you in any way up until now.
He let out a gruff laugh, slowing down as he pulled up to a red light and plucked the cigarette from his lips. “That’s it? Seriously? Where the hell are you finding these bummy men?” You weren’t sure why his clear annoyance affected you the way it did, but you found yourself struggling to not press your thighs together. A small effort to relieve some of the ache, you knew if you moved your legs even a little he’d feel it. Then again, he was driving you back to his apartment to fuck you… would it really matter? “No need to be tense.” He murmured softly, hand squeezing your thigh.
“…’m not tense.” A stupid lie but it made him chuckle so you couldn’t really be mad at it. “Let me help you relax.” The cigarette was back between his lips, hand on the wheel as the light turned green. Kishibe pushed on your thigh, silently asking you to spread them. It took your brain a few seconds to properly respond, spreading them just enough that he could fit his hand between them. “Atta girl…” smoke puffed out around his lips once again, filling your nose in an almost intoxicating way. You were a bit shocked by the praise, nearly letting a whimper slip out.
The man you knew as your mentor was certainly not the same as the man sitting beside you. Then again you doubted he would ever woo the amount of women he did with his mentor attitude. Kishibe’s hand gingerly crept up your thigh before dipping between to cup your panty covered cunt. You mentally thanked yourself for wearing a skirt, giving the man in the driver's seat easy access to where you wanted him the most. He could feel your warmth radiating through the thin material, on top of that he could tell you were already wet.
Kishibe exhaled deeply, forcing himself to remain focused on the road even though he’d really like to look over and gauge your reaction. Truthfully, he had been waiting patiently for quite some time now for you to be the one to make the first move. He wasn’t lying when he said you were transparent with your emotions, but even then he didn’t want to risk creating awkward situations. He was getting old after all, a fifty year old man going for a woman in her twenties would certainly look terrible on his part if the other party didn’t reciprocate.
Maybe he was just a creepy old pervert for thinking that way.
Regardless, it was starting to get hard to ignore the persistent stiffness between his own legs. You’re breathing had hitched, suddenly dizzied by the fact that his hands were already on you. Two fingers pressed against the wetmark on your panties, drawing a sigh from your lips as he rubbed the material softly. “You’re more excited than you let on.” it was an off hand comment, one that had your fingers gripping the door handle to keep yourself grounded. Kishibe’s fingers slid along your slit, settling over your pulsing clit.
“You’ve said no man has ever satisfied you… I take it because he didn’t know where this was…” he pressed down, sending a shock of pleasure through you. Your mouth opened but nothing came out, slowly he began rubbing tentative circles, making sure you keep his fingers on the cloth of your panties. He wouldn’t let you feel his bare fingers just yet. More smoke puffed out, filling the car briefly before being sucked out the window. “I asked you a question, sugar.” you turned to look at him, face warm as his fingers continued to pleasure you. “T-that would be right…”
“Every woman is different, is this good for you?” you knew he was referring to his current action. “Y-yeah but…” you reached for his hand, placing yours over his as you guided him to a faster tempo. Kishibe took the reins again instantly, chuckling softly as you let out a soft moan. “Hmm, that better?” it was low, enough you send shivers through you as your hips jerked into his hand. “Need more…” you couldn’t quite figure out what specifically you needed, you just knew you needed more of him. “I know.” was all he said, fingers working you up continuously as he drove.
Part of you had to wonder if he was even driving you to his apartment at this point. It felt like you were going in circles around the city as he got you off in his front seat. Before you knew it, you felt your orgasm creeping up on you. “S-shit…” you clenched around nothing, the tension in your gut had appeared a lot quicker than usual. “You’re gonna cum, aren’t you?” he teased softly, fingers picking up speed ever so slightly. You mumbled out some sort of ‘yes’, gasping softly as the tension continued to build.
Maybe it was the combination of everything, Kishibe, his hand, the fact that he was doing this almost absentmindedly while driving through the city, everything was edging you on. “Then cum for me. Show me how much of a little slut you are. I mean really, you’re going to cum from me rubbing you through your panties. You’ll ruin them.” You whined at his words, the tension building so intensely that you were certain you’d fall apart. “Atta girl…cum for me” encouraged again, rolling to a stop at yet another red light.
He looked over at you know, the sudden motion causing you to turn to look at him. “C’mon… no need to hold back.” he sneered, the ghost of a smirk on his lips. You felt your lower lip tremble, head turning to look back at the road as your orgasm crashed down over you. Breathless gasps escaped your lips, hand shooting down to hold Kishibe’s wrist as he continued to work you through your ogasm. “…ough… enough…” you squeaked, overstimulation taking over as the light turned green.
He only slowed because of the light turning green, hand never retracting from where it was between your legs. “Here we are.” He commented offhand, pulling into the parking lot of his apartment building. You blinked, the throb already returning. “Hope you’re not worn out… I haven’t even gotten to show you a proper good time.” He pulled into a numbered space, shifting into park and plucking the nearly gone cigarette from his lips. You watched him put it out on an ashtray in his cup holder, turning the car off a moment later.
“Well?” You shivered as his hand pulled away, making you want to chase after him. “Y-yeah…I’m not worn out. Hell, after your training it’s hard to ever get worn out these days…captain.” You teased softly, not knowing where the confidence came from. A smile actually tugged at his lips, hand reaching for the door handle and pushing it open. “I’ll remember that, sugar.” For some reason, you felt as if you had just dug your own grave.
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Hayakawa Family
*This has been sitting in my notepad for months now. I had no intention of sharing it because it’s just pure comforting self indulgence I wrote for myself after reading the manga, but I can’t stop thinking about the trio. I really love Hayakawa family. 🥺*
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Waking up to the smell of cinnamon and freshly brewed coffee and the sound of two very loud voices coming from the living room. A third voice chimes in, softer and quieter than the others. “Be quiet, y/n is alseep!”
You stifle a laugh as you get out of bed, slightly shivering from the chilly weather. You turn and see the sweatshirt Aki left folded up on the dresser for you and smile. You stretch and sigh contently, slipping the warm sweater on and heading out to join the others. You are greeted by Power first who yells enthusiastically “Y/n is awake! Good morning y/n!” with fork and knife in hand as she bangs them on the table impatiently waiting for the breakfast Aki’s prepared for you all to enjoy this morning. Denji gives you a sleepy “Morning, y/n.” as he yawns. You give them a wave and a smile telling them good morning too as you walk over to the kitchen to Aki.
Aki’s face lights up when he sees you, he gives you a soft smile as you wrap your arms around his side. He places a kiss to the top of your head. “Morning, sorry if they woke you. I was trying to keep them quiet but that’s easier said than done.” He sighs.
You smile up at him, lifting your head from his shoulder. At times, it really does feel as if you and Aki are the parents and Denji and Power are your troublesome kids. “It’s fine. I was awake already.”
He turns away from the contents cooking on the stove to look at you before leaning down for a kiss. Once. Twice. Three times. The third kiss lingering a little longer as Aki’s arm wraps around your waist, an attempt to pull you closer to him until-
You hear Power gag loudly before yelling “Gross! No kissing in front of me topknot! You’ll spoil my appetite!” You break the kiss laughing at Power’s comment and the look of utter annoyance now dawning your boyfriends face.
“You don’t like kisses Power?” you question, smiling at the sharp toothed girl. She shakes her head back and forth “No! Humans are dumb and gross! They shouldn’t be kissing in front of me!”
“Hey!” Denji interjects. “Aki and y/n are human! You can’t be calling them dumb and gross.”
Power pouts before banging her fist on the table even louder. “Y/n and Aki are different! And y/n always brushes my hair and is nice to me! But kissing is still gross!”
Denji sighs loudly and is about to say something before you cut in.
“It’s alright Denji. Power doesn’t like kisses and that’s fine.” You give Aki a peck on the cheek before walking over to Denji. “What about you Denj? Do you like kisses?”
He shrugs nonchalantly. “Yeah, if my first two weren’t bad, I think I would have liked them.”
You heard about those…incidents. Poor guy. “How about this?” you ask, leaning over and placing a kiss to his cheek. When you pull away, you notice he’s blushing. He rubs the back of his neck “Yeah, that was pretty nice.” he says shyly.
You both turn your heads in the direction of the kitchen hearing Aki clear his throat. Aki glares at the both of you and you just smile at him and wave while Denji averts his gaze. You move over to Meowy, giving the cat a few pats before placing a kiss on it’s little head.
“See Power, kisses aren’t so bad.” you tell her as you move to stand up, but not before she grabs your arm. “I deserve a kiss too! I’m the best after all!”
“I thought kisses were gross?” You laugh.
“Tis’ not fair everyone else got one but me!”
“Okay, okay!” You say moving next to her before placing a kiss to her cheek too.
“How was that?”
“It was fine.” she says, cheeks dusting pink at the affection.
Aki comes in the room carrying plates of food before he sets it down on the table. “Now that everyone’s gotten a kiss from my girlfriend, enjoy your breakfast.”
“Thank you Aki.” you smile over at him.
“Yeah, thanks man.” Denji responds mouth already full with food.
You’re about to get up to take a seat next to your boyfriend but stop upon realizing Power still has a hold of your arm.
“Power, mind giving y/n back to me now?” Aki says eyeing the girl as she offers a morsel of food to Meowy.
“Nope, she’s mine!”
Aki sighs at the girls antics, and you give him an apologetic smile as you settle in next to Power. It doesn’t take long for her to rest her head on your shoulder as she goes on about eating too much, stroking Meowy in the process. You can tell Denji’s in the same predicament by the expression on his face as he rest his head in his hand. Then there’s Aki, eyes closed taking small sips of his coffee now that he finally has a few minutes of peace and quiet. You watch the three of them as you finish your breakfast and feel your chest start to fill with a warmth you’d compare to how Aki’s feeling drinking his coffee. It can get a little loud and chaotic here from time to time but you wouldn’t trade it for the world. You and your little family. The Hayakawa family. You feel so lucky to be surrounded by people whom you love and love you in return, a place you can be yourself and feel comfortable.
Aki reaches over, grabbing your free hand before bringing it up to place sweet kisses across your knuckles. Thumb running over them in comfort. You hum contently, leaning your head on Power’s as you silently thank the universe for bringing you all together.
Just you and your favorite people in the world.
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"Born again as a lover." Aki×Angel Devil
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ANGELS CAN'T FALL - CHAINSAW MAN
pairing(s): angel devil x reader
warning(s): angst/no comfort, major character death, ooc! angel devil, manga spoilers
description: there was once a princess who woke up from a true love's kiss. but all his tale can offer is a damsel who slept eternally for a first love's peck. maybe it happened because he was no prince charming. or maybe it happened because he's the angel devil.
he never intended to meet them.
it was purely incidental. similar to a stroke of luck, or misfortune, the devil caught a glimpse of them through the small window in their hospital room. he should've walked away when he still had the chance. should've ignored his curiosity for the pale, sickly hands that fidget anxiously. he should've walked away and never come back when it was painfully obvious that they were ill and that they were no good for them. but alas, the devil in him thirsted for curiosity and interaction. he took a few steps back, peeked at the little window, and ignored aki's call excusing that he'll only be quick.
and that's how the two met: the winged and the damned.
angel devil's entrance caught the room patient's by surprise. no, he didn't do anything special like appear in front of them wings fully spread and halo shining. angel devil entered their room like a normal person, open the door then close it. but somehow they're still too surprised. they bombarded him with questions such as how the hell they made it up when they were supposed to go down. did they somehow trick heaven's list and slipped in their name? did no one up there see how unholy their search history is especially on reading platforms? they asked questions that made zero sense to the tired devil.
“okay, when did i die? did i fall from my bed accidentally when i sneezed?” they asked him, and now he can understand the reason for their surprise. a misconception, at that time. but still a foreshadowing.
“no. you're still alive.” angel devil tiredly muttered, eyes darting on each corner of their room until they landed on a particular spot. “i'm devil first, angel second. you're not exactly going to heaven if i've come to fetch you.”
“hmm makes sense. you look like a twink but you can probably dom me.”
”no, you don't understand.” he said, barely registering their words. his eyes still focused on a certain spot. “say, will you still eat that ice cream?” angel devil finally asked. his eyes still trained on the unopened can of ice cream on the table beside their hospital bed. he now realize why he was so drawn to this room. it's not them. it's the ice cream.
“nope. take it. the doctor said i'm not allowed to eat it”
and he doesn't need to be offered twice to move. with a simple word of excuse, he picked up the clean spoon near the ice cream can and the can itself with a few swift movements. he even took the liberty to sit on the hospital bed uninvited, mindful not to touch its occupant. although they don't seem to mind his presence. they're too fascinated with his wings, he noticed, he just hope they won't touch them. nor him for that matter.
“don't try to touch me. it will shorten your life span.” he warned unemotionally as a spoon of ice cream landed in his mouth. he can't really care whether they touch him. but he warned nonetheless as a gratitude for the ice cream on his hand.
he caught the way they looked at him with those curious eyes that probably never saw the outside of the hospital for weeks. it was full of questions, the devil noted. but they didn't ask anything. they just smiled at him sweetly, brightly. brighter than the fluorescent light above their head or the convenience store lights that attract his eyes to buy soft serve.
”okay. i won't" they finally said. but the angel devil knows better than to trust them. he stared at them for a good minute which they reciprocated. if he didn't turn his head away, he can bet that the patient in front of him will just continue to stare at him without blinking.
well, if they touch him, it's not his fault anymore. he thought.
“so.... do you like ice cream?” angel devil heard them ask. and that was only the beginning.
***
“so what's heaven like?”
angel devil just shoved another spoonful of ice cream into his mouth as they continue to pester him. he can't understand himself. as if one time was not enough, today he still came back to the hospital room. it's probably the ice cream on his hand. it's the only reason why he'll come back to the hospital.
“i don't know. you don't need to know. you're not going there.” he answered rapidly followed by a short 'nom'.
”well that's rude coming from someone eating my ice cream.” angel devil only hugged the ice cream bowl possessively when he sensed the change in tone. then they giggled. only a little bit and it was nothing special. but he can swear that his ice cream is not the only thing that melted a bit faster when that happened.
that small giggle did something to him. it made him stop devouring the ice cream for a moment and stare at them. it's not the first time he saw a human make a joyous sound. but it's the first time he saw it up close. it was the first time someone made that tiny laugh concerning him.
and he would've probably savored the warm feeling if they didn't try to touch him in an attempt to pet his head.
angel took a retreat before they can even touch him. eyes wide with offense and surprise that woke them up from their trance.
instead of being offended by his attitude, they grinned sheepishly.
“oops! i remember.” they chuckled, almost apologetically. “no touchies.”
he warily looked at them. like a chick afraid to be stepped on again or in his case a devil afraid to be touched. but when they held up their hands in the air, grinned, and promised they'll not do it again, he let his guard down and returned to his spot. on their hospital bed. he sat down on the patient's bed, careful not to touch them even their clothed leg as always, and settled comfortably again. it's just him, the ice cream, and them again.
“so what is hell like?” they asked a bit too energetically after a moment.
and the angel doesn't need to think twice about his answer. “it is dark.”
***
“are we close enough for me to ask you a question?” they asked one day. it's the 15th time he came back. or is it the 51st time? but it doesn't matter. their hospital bed mattress still feels the same on his bottom. the ice cream on the side of their bed is still the same flavor and still taste the same, angel can even say that the temperature is the same as always. there're still a few cobwebs in the corner of their room. some flowers. a basket of fruit. and they're still there.
for some reason, they're still in the same hospital, same hospital room, and in the same hospital bed. it's as if they always belonged there and won't be leaving anytime soon. and the angel devil doesn't know if he is comforted or bothered by that fact.
“you bombarded me with questions when we first met.” the angel answered nonchalantly, feeding himself with ice cream and not bothering to share.
”well yes, but that's different.” they elongated the last word almost into a whine. “are we close now for me to ask, you know, questions for close people.”
he merely shrugged.
”eh? is that a yes in your language?” they asked. confused but light-hearted nonetheless. it may just be angel's opinion, but every time he returns, they seem a bit brighter. like today. they have more color than yesterday. even a red on their cheeks. it looks lovely, he admits.
”well i don't know if you said yes or no but just don't answer if we're still not close. because we're open.” they laughed at their own joke. angel questioned their sanity but didn't have the time to do so when they revealed their question. ”why can't i touch you?”
he should've expected this moment. he interacted with the human far more than he expected and can imagine. there will be a sense of kinship, of closeness as they term. they should've expected their curiosity and the question.
but he still doesn't like the fact that he has to say it. he doesn't enjoy the fact that they have to look into their happier eyes and reveal an unhappy fact.
angel finished the last drops of his ice cream before he met his eyes. full of wonders. just like when they first met. just like when he first became drawn to it.
“i'll absorb the little life you have with just a touch.” he muttered. his voice void of emotion but not cold. never cold. ”i don't want to kill you.”
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”you must be a pretty strong devil, no?”
they initiated the conversation as usual. and like any other visit, he sat on their bed which now also recognizes them as their owner. he can't remember how many times he came back already. he stopped counting when reached 100. but he never stopped eating their ice cream.
“yes.” he answered shortly.
“must be because many are afraid of angels.” they concluded in which he only nodded. “then is there a ‘hot people devil’?”
“a what?”
“a ‘hot people devil’. the type of devil that grows strong from the fear of hot people?”
“i don't know any devil like that. is there even any human who's afraid of that..?”
“how dare you...!” they gasped quite dramatically. the angel devil, who noticed the change in intonation panicked. ”how dare you invalidate my fear!”
“but i—”
“i am deathly afraid of hot people. whenever i look at my mirror i scream out of fear!”
angel's panic was short-lived when he finally realized their point. he sighed, disappointed, and picked up the spoon they dropped earlier. so much for being concerned about a human's feeling. ”funny.” he muttered, not an ounce of joy in his voice.
they just laughed and resisted the urge to slap his back. it was a habit that he noticed. they always want to slap something whenever they laugh. angel doesn't know if he's more afraid of them accidentally touching him due to this habit or if he's more afraid of being slapped. he decided to eat soft serve ice cream instead.
after their laughter died down, they wiped the corner of their eye and angel is once again ready for another antic of theirs. except now, it's different.
”is there a love devil?” they asked, their tone a bit too serious for a joke. ”many people are afraid of love and being in love. many are afraid of losing their loved ones. is there a love devil, enjeru?”
it's the first time they called him, he noted. ”i'm not sure.” he answered which is rewarded by a smile.
“well it doesn't matter. because i, for one, isn't afraid of love.” they vowed confidently. a voice full of pride and certainty. and maybe because of their goofy tone, the devil was caught off guard by their next words. “but you, angel devil, must not make the love devil stronger.”
he wants to say something. anything. he's sensing the conversation going to a path he doesn't mean to take. he never meant to step in that territory.
but he can't stop them. he can't stop the next words that came out from them. especially when they look at him with a gaze full of conviction and sincerity.
“don't be afraid to fall in love with me, enjeru.” they answered sincerely. “because i don't plan on making a love devil stronger.
i love you.”
that's when the angel devil realized that he entered the path of no return.
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“why do you always have an ice cream when you can't even eat it?”
today is different. he'll be the one starting the conversation instead. the angel devil, for once, is starting the conversation between the winged and the damned. and he must admit, he's pretty horrible at it. but at least he didn't start with ‘how's the weather?’
“hmm... maybe because i expected a winged devil to enter my humble hospital room one day?” they answered cheekily, finger on their chin as they fake to think. ”what do you call it again? fate?”
angel devil merely stared at them and completely forgot about the conversation that strayed to a different direction. for the numerous times he visited, there are many moments where he'll just stare at them absentmindedly as they seem to sparkle whenever they talk. it's amazing honestly. especially as how it sometimes feels that he's viewing them on a glitter and sparkle filter. and maybe due to that particular filter, it made them ache to touch them.
”sometimes i wonder if i'll feel something when we touch.” angel murmured in his drunk state. unaware of his words until it finally hit him. of all the foolish things he can say, he picked the one that top it all. ”ignore it. i don't mean it—”
“then why don't we?”
if the angel devil was still capable of rage, he would've surely felt it. it angers him, just the thought of it, that they'll even think about something so foolish when they know the heavy weight of it. he's quite the hypocrite when he thinks this way, but he knows better.
“i'd rather stare at you every day than touch you once and never have that every day again.” he confessed. eyes more tired than usual.
that day, the ice cream on their bedside was left half-eaten.
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it was quiet in the patient's room after that conversation. there was no sign of huge white wings in the small space of the hospital room. the ice cream tub remained on the table, untouched until it melted. but it doesn't matter. it will always be replaced tomorrow. but like the day before, no one came to eat it.
the room returned to being a lonely typical hospital room. with one lone occupant. alone, sick, and always staring out the window on their door.
until that door swung open.
and revealed a doctor in a white coat.
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“you didn't come back for two weeks. i was obliged to dispose of 14 ice creams.”
“sorry.”
it was funny how it was the first thing the angel devil said when they met again after weeks of not seeing each other. it's not that they're not busy. they were. but despite that they always find the time to visit them before and claim dibs on the ice cream that is always on the table beside their bed. he just took his sweet time gathering his thoughts this time. and it was a mess.
”i made some thinking.” he confessed, eyes on them. ”they're about you.”
”i'll be jealous if they're not.”
angel ignored their small quip. ”i realized i'm happy with just eating that ice cream over there.” he stated and looked at their table. even pointed the single tub of ice cream.
it was pretty horrible of him to bring up ice cream when the mood is not really one for eating. but he can only hope that he knows what he is doing. he can only hope that they know what he is doing.
the devil was not sure if he conveyed himself properly. if he conveyed his thoughts properly. he's not sure if they understood that they're putting a wall between them but at the same time letting them enter his untouchable life. he's not sure if they understood that he's telling them that he wants what they want, that they want them the same, but there are limits.
he wants to know if they understand that it would've worked if only he was not him. if he's not the angel devil.
but surely they understood. for they offered him that gracious smile once more and gestured the tin near the bed. “oh hush. just eat this stuff.” they commanded in a jovial tone. ”i know you only come back for this.”
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maybe he was too happy that he forgot a little bit of everything. maybe the angel was on clouds that he forgot many circumstances. he forgot his own demons. their demons. he was too relaxed, happy and satisfied, that he forgot some circumstances. and how he wish he didn't.
“do you wanna beat the system?” they lightly joked and looked up to him with bright eyes that spent years staring at a hospital's ceiling. for some reason there are two cans of ice cream today. one for him, which is already on its last scoops; and one for them that rests on their lap, still almost full. angel plans on asking for their share once he's finished with his.
but he have to listen to them first. “what system?”
“do you wanna beat the system?” they repeated. smile full of jokes but eyes clear and serious. ”your whole ‘we touch, i deduct years from your life’ situation.”
angel remained silent and didn't say anything. he can feel that something is off aside from the two tubs of ice cream.
and there must be something extremely wrong. his heart is pounding to the extremes. the bowl of ice cream on his hands is a bit colder than usual yet his palms are still sweating.
and then he heard it.
“i'm dying.” they said as if to curse him. a curse he should've expected. a curse that he put on himself when he walked to their hospital room for the first time. “a month from now. or maybe a few weeks. or maybe even tomorrow. i won't last that long.” they continued. their eyes avoided his and the emotions swirling in them. “so i thought, why not make it today.”
”let's talk about other things.” angel can already see the direction of the conversation. and he wishes to avoid it.
however, they only smiled at him and returned their gaze. now they're the ones who ignored them. “i want to feel if your hands are warm, angel. or if they're cold from the number of bowls of ice cream that you held.”
he was speechless. it's been so long since he felt something like this. since he felt something this humane. and of all the things that he can feel again, why is it this certain emotion. why must it be betrayal and sadness. even regret.
“i'll come back tomorrow.” the angel devil said and prepared to leave. his bowl still has a few scoops of ice cream left.
it was cowardly, he admit. he's such a coward for running away in this situation. for not facing it when he should've known what he is dealing with when he chose to eat ice cream with them and sit on their bed. he should've been prepared to face this when he came back time and time again to see them.
”how can you be sure that i'll still be here tomorrow?” they asked the question he feared.
but like a coward, he decided to turn his back on his fear. on them.
”i'll come back tomorrow.” he repeated and closed the door to their hospital room.
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the last time he entered their hospital room, they were not alone. the door swinged open just as he was about to turn their knob. it's their doctor. like usual, she have a forlorn look on her face. and angel can't help but look over them. they haven't noticed them yet and maybe that's why there was a bothered look on their face.
“what did your doctor said?” he asked and picked the ice cream on the table. the same ice cream that by each time he returns get blander and colder.
they just smiled at him. it was a sad one.
“i have until tomorrow.”
the angel devil was right in his decision to just hold the ice cream tub in their hand and not open it. it was funny. because he cannot blame anyone but himself for his situation.
“won't you kiss me goodbye, angel?” they added, the sad tone of their voice being an octave lower.
but he can only wallow in self-pity and hate. it was his choice. from day one, he was the one who choose to take a step back, peek and enter their hospital room. right from the start, they were the ones who turned the old door knob to the room. they choose to open the 58th hospital room, their hospital room. and he opened himself to the possibility of being hurt. but he didn't brace himself for it. all he did was fall deeper and deeper for a human that is not even healthy. to someone who seems as if the last time they saw the sun outside was last year. it was his choice to enter their room. it was his choice to sit in their bed. it was choice choice to hurt himself and them.
they were his choice. he choose them.
and he also chooses to eat the bowl of ice cream on his hands in their current situation. he chooses to scoop a spoonful of soft serve into his mouth mechanically. he can barely register its taste. he can barely recognize the ice cream's flavor. but he made sure that it left a mark on his tongue. it might be his last after all.
a smile graced their lips, probably the last they'll ever see, and angel etched it on his memory. “right. you loved ice cream.”
he can see them resist the urge to cradle his head and comb his hair. he can understand them. since for all the times they are together, they kept their word of not touching them. they never touched them even once. just as how he resisted to just fall on his knees and drop his tired body on them. they both resisted the thing that they both wanted.
the angel devil was first a devil, an angel second. and the devil in him finally made a decision.
”do you only have until tomorrow?” he confirmed, tongue still coated with ice cream.
“yes.”
“and do you still want to know whether my hands are warm, just like how you made me feel? or if it is cold, just as how i feel right now?” he added. “do you still want to part with me with just a shallow kiss?”
”yes.” they answered, head still relaxed on their pillow and back on their comfortable hospital mattress. they've been laying down since the time they told him they were dying.
the angel devil asked his final question. one he'll always remember. and one he never got an answer.
“do you know how soft serve ice cream tastes like?”
his cold hands met the warm flesh of their cheeks and his own eyes witnessed how their eyes widened with surprise. is it due to the temperature of his palm? or his palm itself? angel can never be sure. he never got the confirmation. but he saw how their cheeks became painted with different shades of red and how their eyes locked on his, with certainty and conviction. they're not one to back out. they have nothing to return to from this point on.
as he caress their face, he's also taking the last of their life.
with one dip of his head, the angel devil landed his lips on the human damned to a hospital bed. of the human he only saw through a small door window before, fidgeting with their hands anxiously as they stitch an angel rag doll.
it was warm. angel finally realized what he is missing in all those times. their cheeks are warm. so is their forehead were his own forehead rest. and their lips. it welcomed him warmly. the same warmth that they made them feel. even warmer.
angel doesn't have to say the word. they slightly parted their lips and invited his tongue inside to explore the mouth that laughed when he lazily lick his ice cream. angel's tongue probed the same mouth that told him daring words and sweet nothings, his everything(s). he passionately kissed the lips that dared him to do the last thing he thought he'll do to the person he love: to touch and to let them go. it's ironic how much he wants to touch them yet can not. it's ironic how much he held back just for this moment.
angel is not sure whether they tasted the remnants of ice cream still on his tongue. or whether they felt the warmth that they so desired. or if it was the opposite.
but the healing dying kiss was different from the cold soft-serve ice cream that is always on the table beside their hospital bed. everything about them and their lips is warm and comforting. and he wants to bask in it. he wants to bathe in the sunlight that they provide in the four corners of the enclosed hospital room. angel finally realized how it feels to hold the sun and the stars. but even the sun can lose its rays. even the stars can lose their light. the sun can be destroyed and stars always die leaving a cold black hole in its wake. summer can easily become winter in the blink of an eye. and like all the warm things in the world, it became chilly. he can feel their lips slowly lose their warmth.
until all that was left was cold.
END.
”what happened to the patient that you always visited? in room 58?”
“they left.”
a small nod was made by aki who cannot see the sullen look on the angel devil's face. the fine man in suit added. “about time. they were supposed to be discharged weeks ago. why are you surprised? you didn't know?”
author's note(s): it's been a year since i last read the manga and i haven't started the anime yet but i just realized the angst potential of my favorite chainsaw man character, angel devil. expect to see more contents like this soon. bye bye~
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Kishibe: Paying the Price
Captain Kishibe is right, you'll never be strong enough to kill the Devil that murdered your family. You need to sign a Contract with a Devil fast, but you don't know any that are willing.
Good thing Captain Kishibe is more than willing to help you out, for a price…
Kishibe x Fem!Reader
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“Decent work today, thanks to me. You’d be dead if I weren’t here, Kid…”
The older man sighs before taking a swig from his flask.
Whiskey, probably… you thought.
He was right though. If Kishibe weren’t there to check up on you during your mission, that Devil probably would’ve killed you. His next words pull you from your self-reflections,
“If you had train as I taught you, you wouldn’t be in a mess on every fucking mission.” He comments. “You have to take my advice, or you’ll never see your next birthday.”
Captain or not, the old man always seemed to pester you about not having any deals yet with a Devil. Your training up to this point with Kishibe has strictly been physical and strategic, and you were starting to feel the consequences of it all.
You joined Public Safety shortly after your family had been killed by a top Devil, being placed in Tokyo’s Special Division 4, under Captain Kishibe because of your smart and quick thinking. Now though, you wonder if that was a mistake…
You didn’t want to sell a part of yourself to a disgusting Devil, but how do you expect to get any stronger? Maybe the Captain was right after all…
Taking a moment to think it out, you finally decide to take a stance. You have to lose some, to win some- right?
You look up at Kishibe, his eyes slightly hooded and glossy (a state he was always in due to the job + alcohol), waiting for your response.
“I’ll do it.” you firmly decided.
He looks at you confused and you roll your eyes.
“Do what?” He asks.
“I’ll make a contract with a Devil… to get stronger. To kill the one responsible for my family’s murder.” You announce it to him.
You sounded so sure of yourself, a tone that Kishibe realized he hadn’t ever heard from you before. It perked him up a bit from his clouded mind.
He was quite proud, then, seeing you so confident. It was so different from the first day he took you into his division. He knew you were going to be great. But you should know- it wasn’t going to be easy.
“Alright,” he says. “And who do you plan on making a deal with?”
*Silence*
You look at him and think about all the Devils you know that would sign a contract with you… coming up empty. They were all dead!
The old man laughs out loud at that, “You don’t even know any one?!” he asks, incredulous.
“Uhhh… no…” is all you could respond with.
“Well shit Kid,” he pauses to think, scratching the rough stubble on his face. “You’re lucky I like you, I’ve got someone just in mind. But..”
He looks you up and down, eyes slowly raking over your body.
You shuffled under his gaze, adjusting your tight suit. Suddenly, you feel like your tie was choking you. Unable to keep cool under his stare, you feel your face flush red.
“But what?” you hesitantly ask.
“But!” He grins… “you’re gonna have to pay for the contact.”
What, just exactly, is up the Captain’s sleeve?
“H-How?”
“I think you know how.” He moves to leave, calling one last line over his shoulder before leaving you. “My office. 10 o’clock tonight. Wear something easy to remove.”
He doesn’t wait for your response before walking out, leaving you with a shocked expression and a wet spot in your panties.
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Walking up to the Captain’s office was something you were used to, just not in this context. You were hesitant to come, but you couldn’t deny the fact that you were also excited and nervous.
You needed this contact; needed to be strong.
For my family, you think before knocking three times.
*knock knock knock*
“Captain? It’s me…”
“Come in, and close the door behind you.”
You were excitable as you entered.
It was no secret that Kishibe enjoyed his fair share of Alcohol, Devil Hunting, and Women. You just never thought he would find you attractive. He was so much older than you, so much wiser and experienced. Why would you even entertain the idea that he would be interested? Surely this isn’t what you were planning for, right?
Walking into his office, you shut the door softly. Stopping just in front of it, you look at the older man waiting.
Kishibe stood in front of his large, oak desk. His long trench coat was off for once, sitting on the coat rack at the edge of the room. He was wearing the usual uniform of a Devil Hunter, a slim black tie and dress pants. The tight white dress shirt accentuated his muscles, giving his regularly rugged look a more defined stance. His jaw was tense, you could tell even from where you stood.
He’d been waiting for your arrival, and it sent tingles of excitement to your lower parts.
The only light was a desk lamp, illuminating the man from behind and basking his silhouette in a soft yellow glow. The rest of the room was dark; the only occupants being the two of you.
You weren’t sure what to do next, so you stood your ground waiting for further instruction from the man. Your fingers brush against the hem of the short dress you decided to wear. It felt odd to be in this room without your suit and tie on, weapons discarded in the locker room of the building.
You felt exposed in the dress, remembering that your only other articles of clothing were your panties and shoes. A dress this short and tight didn’t have room for a bra, unfortunately, and it didn’t go unnoticed by him.
He watched you play with the short hem, enjoying the visible shyness that crept up your neck. Kishibe was glad you followed instructions, and he admired the tiny playful dress you picked for tonight. He appreciated how your little nipples budded against the thin fabric, and his mouth watered as he thought about sucking on your tits.
Despite his lustful mind, he knew you looked good. The kind of good, he thought, that a girl would choose to go out for a date in.
That wasn’t the plan he had for you tonight, however.
No, tonight he was going to have what he’s been waiting for since the very first time you stepped into this office. He wasn’t a patient man, and he was ready to get started.
He calls your name out loud, his voice making you jump.
“Y-yes, Captain?”
“Come closer, let’s see the pretty little dress you’re wearing.”
You walk towards him, dropping your hands as you make your way over to where he’s leaning against the desk.
Once you’re within arms reach, he grabs you.
Gasping, you suddenly find yourself engulfed in his scent. Cologne and a slight whiskey scent… He smells familiar, you can’t put your finger on it, though. Kind of like home… but do you even remember what home smelled like?
You expect the man to hug you. However, you seem to be wrong.
Your Captain reaches behind your head, grabbing a handful of hair and pulling you towards his shoulder. He tilted your chin up towards his face with his other hand, putting you in a helpless position under him.
A thumb comes to caress your jaw as he hummed in admiration, looking deep into your eyes.
“You know, Kid… I know a lot of Devils. I could make you the strongest member of Division 4. You could finally kill the one that murdered your family. But… it’s gonna cost ya. Are you willing to pay?” He asks you.
You spend a moment to think, though you knew your mind was already made up. You’d do anything to kill the Devil that went after your kin. Revenge was your only priority, but was having sex with your Captain something you’d be willing to do?
The yellow light reflects off his earrings and the sparkle catches your eye…
Kishibe really was a good looking man. You thought about him occasionally, mostly on your lonely nights… And although he was much older than you, he had his shit together.
That is, had his shit together besides the alcohol… and the brutality… and the women….
Okay, so he didn’t really have all his shit together. But he was good looking, fit, and willing to make you stronger. So you decide you need him.
You finally give him his answer.
Looking up at him, you lock your eyes with his before answering, “Yes, Captain…”
His smile stretches from ear to ear at that. He looked down at you and gripped your hair tighter. The pain makes you moan out, a sound he easily found himself wanting to hear more of.
“That’s Master to you, Kid…”
You correct yourself, “Yes Master…”
He grins, “That’s right Kid, and I am about to make you a very happy woman.”
Suddenly, he switches your positions. Flipping you around so that your front now faces his desk, he stands behind you. Using your hair as leverage, he yanks your head to the side, exposing your neck to him.
Hot, wet kisses are placed along your neck as Kishibe grinded his (from what you can only assume to be) huge bulge against you. His hips push your dress up, exposing the black panties you decided to wear for the night.
He groans against your neck as you push back against him. It was getting heated at a pace you weren’t used to. But you couldn’t deny that you were enjoying the passion of it all. You suddenly found yourself desperate, it was as if there was an aphrodisiac laced in the air of the room.
“Master…” you cry out, pushing your backside against his front.
Soft kisses were replaced by rough bites that soon decorated the side of your neck. Each hickey that he left was meant as a reminder of each time he thought about taking you just like this.
All those times Kishibe wanted to lay you out on the desk before him and mark what’s his. You were under his division, and he wanted to own you in every single way. All those filthy thoughts of his were finally coming true, and he was about to savor every delicious moment of it.
He lifts the rest of your dress over your hips before bending you over his desk. You brace yourself so as to not knock your head on the wooden table. Kishibe wasn’t messing around, you realize from his forcefulness.
You felt the cool air hit the heat of your pussy as he pulled your panties down to your ankles, exposing you to the room.
“Oh god,” you gasp out, realizing his hot breath was panting right against your core.
He must be on the floor, you realize, and therefore must be staring directly at your exposed pussy.
You try moving away, but firm hands come up to massage your backside.
“Don’t even try, Y/n, I want to see you…” He whispers, holding you in place.
His hands felt rough from all the years of Devil hunting he had behind him; his fingers were scratchy against the softness of your behind. His ruggedness only made you wetter, loving the savage-tendencies you knew this man had.
He brings his thumbs towards your core, using them to spread your lower lips apart.
You moan, knowing that he could see everything like this. You were exposed to your Master completely, and you knew what he saw was a wet hole that desperately needed fucking.
“This-” he starts before swiping his tongue from clit to your asshole, “is all mine… Got it, Kid?”
Another swipe of his tongue has you seeing stars. Your knees were weak, on the verge of collapsing against his face. You knew to answer him before he denied what you so desperately seeked.
“Yes, Master!” you cry out.
Kishibe laughs, knowing he has you exactly how he’s always wanted you. Spreading your lips further, he sticks his tongue into your folds.
You scream and thrash against his face as he tongue-fucks your pussy with vigor, his nose rubbing against that other dangerous place as you leak into his mouth and drip down his chin.
“Oh god, yes!” you beg him, “Please Master!”
He drives you insane as he brings a tumb to circle your clit, making buck against him like an animal in heat. The rough stubble of his chin teased your folds as you ground yourself onto his face.
Stopping for a moment, he slowly circles your clit with his thumb- edging you, but teasing your orgasm from completely unfolding.
“Do you want to cum?” he mocks. “Do you want to cream all over my face?”
“Fuck- yes! Please!”
“Please, what Kid?”
“Please, Master!” You cry.
He responds in a tone that is almost threatening. “Then do it.”
Diving his face back into your cunt, he slurps and sucks your pussy, alternating between fucking your little hole and dancing his hot tongue across your clit.
It’s enough to drive you past the point of teasing. Your orgasm hits you like a train as you squirt all over Kishibe’s face, soaking him and the floor below in your juices. He encourages you to keep going.
“That’s it, Kid- fuck my face.”
You rock back against his tongue, riding out your pleasure as you feel the wetness against the rough stubble on his chin. You grinded against his face, enjoying the way he ate your pussy like a man starved.
He slowly licked you clean as you came to. After a few moments, you seem to slow your hips and come back down to Earth.
You were a wet mess. Sweaty and covered in your own cum, you pant to try and catch your breath. Attempts to collect your thoughts were made. However, you knew this man wasn’t through with you just yet.
Kishibe stands up, keeping his hands firmly on your hips. His grip was firm, almost bruising.
You knew better than to move- he wanted you there and you would do anything to please him at this point.
“What do you want, Y/n?” He asks you.
You can hear the buckle of his belt jingle as he undoes the strap. The zipper pull is next, and all of a sudden you feel the hot weight of a giant cock sitting against your bare backside.
The heat of his shaft felt like a brand on your skin, and you wiggled your hips to tease the beast.
*slap*
A painful blow comes to your butt, making you yelp out in pain. He didn’t appreciate your teasing.
*slap slap slap*
Your cheeks were on fire as he delivered blow after blow onto your behind. You groaned and moaned underneath him, waiting for his hits to finally end- not daring to move from your spot.
“Now,” he said after a final eighth blow, “What do you want?”
You cry softly, the cracks of his hand that followed too soon after your ograsm left tears in your eyes.
“W-want you, Master!” you say out to him, keeping your eyes fixated on the wall in front of you.
“Want what from me?” He goads.
He’s teasing you, you realize. The embarrassment of this older man making you beg for him pushed the tears over, falling softly onto the desk below you.
“Want you!! I want your cock- Sir, please!” You manage to cry out, but not before feeling inferior under the wrath of his brutality. You were overwhelmed with pain and pleasure; your mind had thoughts of only one thing: Kishibe’s cock.
“If you insist…”
The tip of his shaft runs up and down your wet folds- he coats himself in your juice before stopping at your clit. Circling your little bundle of nerves, he notices how swollen it's become from your prior orgasm. He can’t wait to have you crying for him.
Kishibe had big plans for his little woman. He was not only going to make you great- but make you his completely. He wanted you drunk on his cock; wanted you to cry out for him every night. From here on out, you would be molded to the shape of his shaft.
Bringing his cock towards your entrance, the older man teases your hole. Pressing his tip in and out, keeping it shallow enough for you to become frustrated.
“Please Master! I need it- I need your cum…” you cry out softly, desperate for stimulation.
You were a mess before him, having no idea what you just signed yourself up for.
“Oi Kid, don’t worry…” He smiles down at you. “You’ll get my load and more…”
His hips slam against yours in one movement, sinking his cock into your cunt all at once.
You scream- It’s too much. You didn’t expect him to go down to the hilt in one thrust.
Kishibe was no small man- his body practically towered over yours, and he had a penis to match. He was huge…
Your cunt stretched around him, filling you up as he pushed against your cervix.
“Fuck!” you cry out, the tears spilling down your cheeks rapidly. “It’s too much! I can’t take it…”
“Oh you can,” he responds to your pleas. “You can and you will.”
His next movements match his demanding tone. He’s swift as he pulls out of your pussy only to sink back in. You continue to cry out for him to slow down...
Suddenly, he shifts and thrusts up. His hips push against that rough part inside of you and have your vision going white.
Your cries quickly turn into moans of pleasure as his shaft rubs against it. He knows he’s just found your sweet spot.
With a smirk, he drives himself up into your cunt. Slamming himself inside of you over and over again. He fucks you on his desk as if you were the last woman in the world.
Soft cries fall from your lips as you mumble about how much you love it, how much you want his cum inside of you.
He barely hears what you’re saying over the slapping sounds of his hips meeting your backside, the squelching sounds of your wet cunt quivering around his hard cock.
“Fuck- Kid, you’re gonna make me fucking cum soon.” He says, not being able to hold back his strength.
He drives into you hard and fast, relishing the way your warm walls welcome his hard shaft. The grip he has on your hips is solid as he sets a brutal pace.
“Fucking do it- please, cum in me! I’ll do anything,” you beg him, reminding him of his original deal. “I’ll do anything please, cum in me- I want to be strong!”
“Oh you’ll be the strongest, Kid…I’ll fucking bathe you in my seed.”
“Fuck… please.. Fill me up, I’ll let you cum as much as you want…”
Your last statement seemed to seal the deal with Kishibe. You rocked back against his thrusting hips, meeting his body with equal excitement and endeavor.
“Shit, I-I’m gonna cum…” he manages to growl out.
His pace begins to get sloppy as he feels himself come undone. With one final thrust, Kishibe buries himself inside of your waiting cunt. He fills you with his seed- coating your insides with hot cum.
Swaying against him, you milk his cock with all that you can. Squeezing around him tightly, you make sure to try and collect every drop he gives you, putting on a show with your hip movements. He filled you deliciously, your insides felt hot and full.
All he can do is groan as you take control- he was completely fucked out and absolutely mesmorized by your little winking asshole below him. He stared down at it as you continued to drain him.
Oh he had plans for that, too. You were to be his in all ways after this.
After a few moments, you feel him remove himself from your body. With his weight gone, you could feel yourself drip in his release and knew he was watching.
Kishibe couldn’t help himself as he found himself on the floor, sitting in the same position that he had been in to eat you out just moments before. With his thumbs once again separating the pussy lips of your swollen cunt, he looked directly into the deepest parts of you. The same parts that his cock was just buried in. He couldn’t help his lewd thoughts as he realized he was getting hard once more.
You let him watch your hole leak onto the floor in submission… You realize that you’d let him do just about anything at this point, loving the way you felt under his demanding gaze.
“Master…” you whisper out, not too sure what you were asking for.
“Shhh…” he says, voice hushed. “I’m about to make you a very strong Devil Hunter.”
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warnings - incredibly vague spot in the csm timeline (somewhere post vol. 11 but before part 2), character study stupid daydream bullshit, angst :) and fluff, IMMEDIATE SPOILERS
summary - Denji has never been one to see himself as a "settle down" kinda guy, but now he might be ready for you (not so much plot).
You have to remind yourself, often, that Denji is another person. Under the chainsaws and the lackadaisical attitude, he is still a man. Soft and flesh and tears. Man.
He sits on your porch now. Makima gone. Power gone. Aki gone. Brothers and sisters and lovers - all for a moment in the blip of his lifetime, all beloved with each stretch of his heart. He’s quiet - bizarrely - staring up at the blanketed stars. Chairs shoulder to shoulder, you’re expected to take the one by him.
“I didn’t know if you wanted anything so I got you - uh - this,” you hold a warm mug out over his shoulder. It was a gift from Himeno, on your first birthday since meeting her. Light blue with a picture of you two printed ugly and wide across the front, “Just warm milk.”
“I think I’m lactose intolerant,” Denji takes the mug anyway. He thinks it’s nice you were concerned about his tastes, but he’ll eat anything. He’s hungry for it all and he always wants more.
“I can get you something else?” you hold a hand out and he wants to take it - drag you down with him, but that’d be sullying and he doesn’t know if he’s quite that hungry.
“Nah,” he sips from your warmed milk and honey and you remember he’s been through hell.
The bags under his eyes have gotten heavier and his shoulders slouch a bit more than they used to.
“This is perfect,” his sharp teeth might cut right through your mug, he almost wants to. Just to leave evidence he was ever there. That you let him in.
He’s always liked you - you were kinder than the others, more patient, more attentive, more genuine. Now that Makima can’t hold the leash like she used to, he realizes he liked your method better. The gentler hand that feeds what he asks and chances being bit rather than shoving escargot past his teeth.
Sometimes you forget he’s hurt, it's easy when he usually isn’t so quiet - he can talk faster than Power could clear a room, and he puts it to good use when he doesn’t want people asking questions. You feel bad you don’t ask, especially with the way he stares.
You crawl over the armrest to your other deck chair and stare into your own mug. Plain water is mostly all you can stomach these days. Everything else tastes like Aki and Power and Himeno and Beam and Angel and Galgali even though you know it shouldn’t. Kishibe told you it’d get you killed.
Maybe you shouldn’t have let Denji live with you - milk may start to taste like sunset hair and a vulgar tongue. Maybe Denji won’t be able to stomach water.
It’s cold tonight. And Denji sees you shiver.
“Where’s your jacket?” his tone is accusatory, “Trying to catch something?”
“Forgot it inside, I think,” you know you did, pouting as you huff soon after, “I don’t wanna get up…”
Denji is not selfless, but he sets down the mug with you and Himeno stretched over and braces his hands on the armrests of his chair, “Want me to run inside?”
“No, no!” you bat his arm until he’s relaxed again, “Don’t ruin this.”
It’s a common night. One you see more often than not, but Denji would write home about it just because it’s seen from a clean porch in a cushioned chair outside a nice apartment. With you. But he can’t write home - and the more he thinks about it the more he realizes it might just be because he’d be writing back to you.
The water is flat and plain on your tongue, but it’s better than cracking over the soda Aki used to always buy you when he’d see it.
Denji’s milk is starting to cool and form a thin film over top - he hates the film but he will drink it anyway. Because he is starving, and because you made it.
Denji wants to unhinge his jaw and swallow you whole. Not to hurt. Not to kill. To keep. He wants you in his mornings and he wants you at night. He wants you forever and always and he wants you in my palms. He wants you to want him - want him for Denji, for the human beneath the chainsaws and surrounded by the flesh. To make sure you need him like he does you and secure you like he couldn’t with Aki and Power.
You feel like the warm blanket in December, when you can crawl into a bed at the end of the day and rub your feet together while curling into a ball.
He wants you to swallow him whole.
And when you look at the emptiness left in his chair and ask, “Can I sit with you?” he feels like you’re about to.
He hums and scoots closer to the leftmost arm of the chair, looking up at you as you stand. His eyes are big and wonderful and you can almost see stars twinkle in their reflection - or maybe that’s just Denji.
Almost as he was when you first met him. With big, loud words and no sense of his place.
“You can sit on my lap, too, if you want?” he’s grinning now, and this feels natural.
Talking about how he avoids his birthday and answering the phone can wait another day - for now, he just wants a blanket in December and you’re taking his offer. One leg looping over his and your side caving close to him.
“Such a perv,” you pinch his skin and notice there’s more fat than when you first met him. You don’t say anything, you don’t want him to think too much about it.
“You know it!” he holds out his mug and you clink yours with it, he polishes off his cold milk and the bitter, nasty film that formed on the surface in one gulp. You sip your water and lay your head against his shoulder.
He’s calmer these days, though, and you assume it’s what he’s been through. Having to return from hell.
“Wanna go to the store with me tomorrow?” you angle your head to stare at Denji.
Moonlight mirrors off his skin nicely - cherry cheeks warm against yours and eyes sweet when they turn back to you. You don’t know exactly what you two are, but you do know that if he leaned down to kiss you - you wouldn’t stop him.
“Sure,” he stares a little longer and you hope he likes this angle of your face, he doesn’t think there’s a possibility he couldn’t, “The one with the dog on the sign, right?”
He still likes dogs - you assume that’s the memories of Pochita. You’re glad Makima couldn’t rip that from him.
You nod slowly, grinning at him as he beams back down at you, “Duh. And the free samples.”
“Fuck yeah!” he kicks his legs out and onto the porch banister and leaves them there.
His muscles are less tense now, and when you stretch your legs out to rest by his, he melts into his chair even further - because he is hungry.
He will drink the milk and eat the film and consume your presence in its entirety. He wants to swallow and be swallowed. To be secured like neither of you could do before. Whole. Entirely.
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𝐁𝐔𝐑𝐘 𝐌𝐄 𝐈𝐍 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐑𝐄𝐃; 𝐌𝐀𝐊𝐈𝐌𝐀
( 𝐜𝐰. )_ makima x demi-human!f!(dom)reader, supernatural au, slight canon typical elements, pov!shifts, pwp, 1night-stands, pinning, wlw, friends with benefits, ēxplicit sūmt, power dynamics, s/d dynamics, mention of succubus, undertones of violence and murder. 𝐰𝐜 :: 2k.
( 𝐬𝐲𝐧. )_ being an assassin in the world of devil hunters was not a walk in the park; until y/n was forced to make a deal with the demon.
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Being born to a renowned family with a long chain of pure bloodlines, where the next generation is blessed with astounding abilities to surpass the previous heir, is not in everyone's stars. Those who have it, despise it and those who do not, they envy it. But neither was the case with y/n. She came from a family of trained guards. Her family was part of a small clan who were devoted to ‘leaders’. They have dedicated their life, body, and soul to their leaders and they must protect them at all costs. That is their fate. That is their purpose in life. That is why they are born.
Another lukewarm Friday night rolled in.. Y/n was humming to herself as she combed her hair. It has been ten years since her parents passed away. They were killed by a local mafia gang who claimed to be as their ‘money-lender’ and hence, y/n had to work for them to pay off the debt. But fate is such a fickle whore when it comes to enacting a perfect revenge. While the money-lender slept peacefully every night, y/n spent every night being wide awake drunk on revenge. On one such night she decided to visit the church, just to calm herself but instead came back with blood all over her tattered clothes and a demon residing inside her, a succubus. The demon insatiable with lust, and her mind hungry for vengeance. What could be more appropriate than to make a deal with a succubus to enact her perfect revenge? It was a Friday just like today when she killed all the made men of the local mafia gang along with the leader and received loads of cash from the government as a reward. Her parents must be proud of her.
“Lily, I can now braid my hair like my mother.” Y/n chimed looking at the mirror. She blinked twice and uttered, “Amen” The reflection in the mirror did not change except for her eye color. It turned red. Although there was no one in the room, she kept talking. “Well, I hate that I can't cut my hair now. It has become so long and sometimes it gets in the way.” She let her body fall on the soft mattress and exhaled deeply. “You know you cannot cut your hair.” a voice echoed in her room.
“Should we go to the parlor to color our hair?” she asked scrolling through her contact list. They were full of gang leaders from several parts of the town. “yeah. We can. I don't think it would affect our bond.” Hearing such a green signal made Y/n’s heart jump with joy. She laughed and mentioned that the first thing in the morning she would do is eat a burger from Mcdonald's and then go straight to the parlor.
Yes, being in contract with a demon came with more pros than cons or at least that is how y/n wished to see it. From the day she had a contract with the succubus, she was never alone. Lilith, in short, Lily, the succubus was always there to watch over her whether she liked it or not. Better to get along than to enrage a demon— that was the idea; she wished to follow it till the last breath of her life. And why should not she? She is now a government-aided bounty hunter who has a deal with a demon. What could possibly go wrong?
“Is this seat taken?” A woman with peach-colored hair, perfectly braided who wore a pair of formal trousers and a shirt enquired softly holding her food tray that contained a soft drink and a pack of french fries. Y/n scanned the cafeteria and found two men in black suits guarding the entrance and exit of the place. You moved to a side without responding hoping she would take the sit next to you but she did not. Instead, she sat in front of you.
“She looks tasty.” The food stuck in your throat, your cheeks warming instantly at the voice of Lily at the back of your mind. She has a habit of doing this, especially around men. Maybe y/n was too comfortable as a vessel for her. Chugging half of the water bottle you were about to ask her. . . but she shot her chance first. “You are,” She rested her chin on the back of her palms leaning over the table. “You are the one who killed a group of fifty men of a local gang a few years ago. Isn't that right?”
Bingo. Damn right. She came doing her research. Just like the people say, her presence alone is formidable. Wonder how much she knows about you? Is she aware of the fact that y/n knows the devil she is in contract with? Taking in a deep breath through your nose you tartly spoke, “And, you are the one who died quite a few times, Makima.” you took another bite from half of the burger. “quite fatal I presume yet here we are.” She cocked her head to a side, eyes almost ready to devour your presence, your soul, your spirit, and everything else around you. But you kept eating. Grabbing the napkin you left your seat exclaiming, “Yet here we are drinking, eating. chatting.” without maintaining eye contact. As you walked passed by her you heard a sharp intake of breath. Makima gasped as she felt your presence fade away. what on earth was that? it was as if two famishing comets crossing each other while destroying other celestial bodies.
That was the first time when y/n met Makima. Strange things started to occur after that, as in, you kept seeing her several times, crossing paths at local bars and restaurants. Must be work you thought and brushed it off. But one day you spotted her at a cozy bar that was adorned with neon lights in a quiet revealing dress — that is unlike her. “She’s alone.” Lilith’s voice echoed in your head.
“you think so?” you whispered lowly. “she is always with her guard dogs.”
“no, no. I meant she is lonely.” Sharing a look with Lily through the reflection of the wine glass you thought, ‘Really? How could you tell?’
“Y/n L/n we know our kind. no matter how much power we have, we are lonely. We can have anything using that power, so in the end, without it we're nothing.” You swirled your drink as she added. “she must be having one of those days.”
“Like we have periods?” you asked a little louder than usual, earning a look from the bartender. It is a good thing that you always keep the Bluetooth headphones plugged in, even if they are turned off. They saved you many times.
“Perhaps. But we sometimes get tired of it. Of our power.” what a cruel thing to say for a powerful being to a powerless creature. You gulped the rest of the drink, grabbed your purse, and left the place. You can not make the same mistake twice. You can not take another demon into your house.
A few weeks passed.
When the full moon was beaming at her brightest, the stars were celebrating her beauty, human life was being absorbed by you and Lilith was having her share of meal y/n crossed paths with Makima again. She was in her work attire. Both of you had blood splotches here and there. Without exchanging any set of words you offered her a cigarette. She took it. Puffing out a drag you blurted. “My house is nearby. I'll get you fresh set of clothes.”
“Is that so?” she asked lighting her cigarette. Part of you presumed she would be such a good girl unaware of how to light a cigarette to upload her reputation. “Fine by me.” It was a friendly walk under the full moon. She told him that she is grateful for this, might as well repay you if given a chance.
“It's fine. sooner or later I'll probably work under you. Better to appease you than to lock horns ” you said in a robotic manner like you were taught. But you did not expect Makima to laugh at this. “oh!she likes you.”
‘Lily not now. NOT. NOW.' you warned.
You showed her the bathroom and gave her a fresh set of clothes. Meanwhile, you got refreshed too. When you were out of the bathroom, in just a pair of spaghetti and shorts you noticed Makima was drying her hair with the towel. You smiled exchanging glances. You stood behind her to get a look in the mirror. Makima’s hands turned lithe, eyes focusing on your reflection as you closed the gap between her and yourself. You could feel her breath rising and falling faster than usual. All you did was stare at her a little longer and then Makima tore her eyes away. Before she could escape you clamped your palms against the edge of the dressing table. Her hands blocked her chest, in a manner of self-defense or being embarrassed. You leaned closer, closer than she expected, closer than you expected.
“you look very fresh.” leaning further to reach her petite shoulders, you whispered. “you are staying for tonight, right?”
’course she is. You felt her fingers on your boobs, lightly grazed and the next thing you knew was you had her pinned against the wall, her hands clasped above her head and another grip on yours holding her in place. Melodious moans filled the room, no resistance from her side. Warm - wet neck kisses, boobs being pressed to one another, rubbing against each other as both of you hungrily shared mind-numbing kisses.
She was trying to get rid of your hold from her wrists. At least she was trying to but it was not enough. Your lips peppering kisses on her chest overpowered her strength. Makima was in no state to use control. You broke the kiss standing inches apart from her, looking right into her galactic eyes — last chance before you devour her, a last chance to say no.
Makima was quick and straightforward. So, you expected her to be like that in bed too but she was not. All she does was work. She goes for a drink but that is not enough to blow off steam for the line of work she is in. Y/n had thought about this many times after spotting Makima in that bar. She looked every bit of you when you were human.
Carefully, getting rid of the nightgown Makima looked at you sheepishly. You smiled and guided her to the bed, hovering above her, maintaining eye contact as you inserted your hands inside her panty. Warm, wet, needy. It did not take you long to push two sets of fingers inside her while your lips worked over her areola. Her hands tried to reach your feminity but she was too lost in chasing her high. You pushed your fingers further and quickened the pace feeling her strong grip over your arms, eyes shutting, back arching as her fluids coated your hand.
Sure, Lilith fed on lust but her preys were not on women, only men. It has been a while since you had slept with someone and they were still alive. To think that, a girl like her would be a virgin was every bit of shocking it was as much as it was exciting otherwise she would not have been tired just after three rounds of orgasm. At least, you expected her to be awake for pillow talk or even sharing a smoke. Stealthily, you left the bed standing in front of the mirror in the same spaghetti and shorts but with bite marks all over your neck, and waistline.
“told you she was a virgin.”
You rolled your eyes and headed towards the bathroom grabbing your phone.
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BAD HABIT
♡ — aki hayakawa x f!reader
You should know better than to challenge Aki with a bargain, not when he knows exactly how to take you apart.
18+ ONLY
wc — 1.7k
prompt — thigh riding, spit kink (requested by @dabisdancer)
additional content — NSFW, 18+, smut, oral fixation, a lot of spit tbh, fingering, multiple orgasms, squirting, overstimulation, light dom!Aki
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“I thought you were going to quit,” you grouse, flopping down onto the couch beside Aki just as he begins to tug a cigarette out of the open pack sitting on the coffee table.
An amused huff escapes his lips as he deftly spins the white stick between his fingers, leaning back against the couch cushions and lifting his hips, his other hand digging a lighter out of his front pocket. The action itself is mundane, and yet it’s so reminiscent of the way that he’d roughly bucked upward into your mouth in the very same spot yesterday, a rushing flood of warmth pools in your gut at the sight.
He catches you staring, the corner of his mouth tilting upward with a knowing smirk as he brushes the soft, loose strands out his long hair out of his face. As with most days, the topknot was quickly dismantled after he arrived home, your fingers tugging away the elastic while he pressed you against the kitchen counter and kissed you thoroughly in greeting.
“I seem to remember you saying how sexy I looked when I smoked, once upon a time," he teases.
You roll your eyes. “Well yeah, before we were dating. When you were just that serious, broody Devil Hunter, looking all…” You trail off, waving your hands in the air for emphasis, “...mysterious and dangerous with your katana and cigarettes.”
Cigarette now propped loosely between his lips, he raises an eyebrow as he speaks around it, “What changed?”
“Now you kiss me with that mouth,” you pout, reaching out for the offending object.
Aki leans sideways, just out of your reach, chuckling as he intercepts your hand and threads your fingers together. “I help protect the world from fucked up supernatural entities for a living. I feel like I should be allowed to have one vice, at minimum.”
“You snore,” you retort without missing a beat.
He clicks his tongue. “Not as loud as you do.”
An indignant noise escapes your mouth as you launch forward to make another pass at the cigarette dangling from Aki’s lips, catching him off guard this time. The couch groans in protest beneath you as your limbs weave and tangle, and the resulting scuffle somehow finds you straddling his thigh as he holds the stick just out of your reach in an outstretched hand.
At a stalemate, you sigh dramatically, “No sex till you quit, then.”
Aki’s eyes widen, and he doesn’t hesitate to flick the cigarette clear across the room, going so far as to kick the rest of the pack off of the table as well.
“That was disturbingly easy,” you snort.
He shrugs, “I might struggle without cigarettes, but I think I’d actually die without fucking you.”
Both of his hands now free, he brings them to rest on your hips, fingers sliding up the hem of your shirt—his shirt. It takes you a moment to come up with any sort of a comeback, your senses distracted by the slow, deliberate drag of his fingertips along the waistband of your panties. You hadn’t quite made it back into pants after showering earlier.
All you can manage on an exhale is a slightly shaky, “Is that so?
He levels you with a stare, suddenly tugging at the right side of the waistband and letting it snap against your hip bone. “As if you’d be able to hold up your end of the bargain.”
Ignoring the way every nerve ending in your body goes alight at even the slightest suggestive touch from him, you mutter, “I could.”
Aki’s responding laugh is warm and rich, an edge of mischief in his tone as he grasps your waist more firmly and drawls, “I don’t think so.”
Any trace of an argument dies on your lips when he subtly shifts the leg that you’re straddling, a smug grin tracking across his face when he watches your back arch at the feeling of his thigh pressing firmly against your cunt. He holds your gaze, pushing his leg directly upward this time to pointedly increase the pressure between your legs.
“I—”
Aki slides two fingers between his leg and your mound, dragging them against your cunt to feel the damp arousal already soaking through your cotton panties. Leaning in, a shiver courses through your body as his lips brush against the shell of your ear to murmur, “Are you really going to try to lie to me when you’re this wet?”
A whine crawls up your throat as you ever so slightly rock into his touch, and Aki’s responding chuckle is like kindling to the embers churning in your gut.
“That’s what I thought,” he rasps.
He can read you like a fucking book.
You let out a sound of frustration as he pulls his hand away, only to inhale sharply when he grasps your hips once more and begins to firmly drag you along his leg.
“Aki,” you moan, fairly certain that your slick arousal has soaked its way through to his slacks but far too turned on to care.
And given the sight of his own lust-blown pupils, the way his chest has begun to heave, you know he wants you to make a mess.
“C’mon,” he murmurs, repeating his previous motion as his lips go to your neck, all but begging you to ride his thigh.
It’s not worth the effort of trying to save face, trying to act like you’re capable of mustering up the wherewithal to deny him. As insatiable as Aki Hayakawa is for you, the sentiment goes both ways—and fuck if he doesn’t know it.
There’s something that feels particularly filthy about this—rutting against the firm muscle of Aki’s thigh, whimpering like a bitch in heat while he loosens the knot in his black tie and flicks open the top buttons of his pressed, white shirt. The peek of his chest reveals a fading red mark you’d left behind days ago, and the memory of your teeth sinking into his soft skin as he edged you to the point of tears makes you clench against his leg. His fitted black slacks, meanwhile, have been reduced to a wet, slippery runway for your eager cunt.
You reach down to untuck Aki’s shirt from his pants, and he inhales sharply when your fingers brush over the erection that’s straining painfully against the confines of his zipper. His answering moans as you grasp him through the material spur you on, thrusting you near the edge of the precipice of your rapidly building arousal.
“Come for me.”
His rough, commanding tone is all it takes to send you toppling into searing waves of pleasure, his mouth capturing your own in a heady, messy kiss while his hands guide your hips through the aftershocks of your orgasm.
Your nerves are still humming when Aki gently takes you out of his lap and lays you down across the couch cushions, eyes remaining ablaze with lustful intent as he hovers over top of you. There’s a sensation crawling along the curve of your jaw—Aki’s finger. He slowly makes his way across your face, pausing to press down against your bottom lip when he reaches your mouth.
There’s a satisfied look in his eyes when he tracks the unconscious movement of your tongue darting out to swipe across the tip of the digit as your lips automatically fall open.
“You give me a hard time, but you like having things in your mouth, too, don’t you?” He asks huskily.
He slides his finger further between your lips, groaning quietly in satisfaction as you moan for him, tongue greedily wrapping around the digit. Knowing just one isn’t quite enough, he adds another, his other hand cupping your sensitive pussy. Drool pools in your mouth as you suck on his fingers, need blistering through your body again as he firmly presses into your fluttering entrance through your ruined panties, the slick, wet material sliding against your tight walls.
You shamelessly whine when he pulls his saliva-covered fingers from your mouth, though the disappointment is quickly replaced by a sharp pang of need when cups your chin, drags his thumb over your bottom lip, and murmurs, “Open.”
Your lips part for him as Aki leans down, spitting roughly into your mouth at the same moment that he tugs your panties aside and slides a finger into your soaked cunt. The dual sensation has you writhing beneath him, moaning his name and jerking your hips into his touch.
Dizzy with need, all you can do is nod when he groans down at the sight beneath him and chuckles, “You want more, don't you?"
More fingers.
More spit.
More warm, sticky arousal staining Aki's pants and the couch cushions beneath you.
More everything.
Your mouth falls open wider with a moan when Aki slides another finger into your pussy, thumb massaging your throbbing clit as he pumps the digits in and out. He spits in your mouth again, and you eagerly swallow it down.
But your entire body is on fire, and it’s not enough. So he stretches you open even wider with three digits, muttering with a boyish smirk how greedy you are as you begin to outright fuck yourself on his fingers. You lift the upper half of your body toward him, lips still hanging open, and something feral flashes across his face as he pulls his fingers all the way out of you, spits in your mouth, and then plunges them deep back into your pussy just as your throat bobs.
Aki makes a rhythm out of it—pump, spit, pump, spit—until the tightly-wrapped coil in your gut snaps, and you sob in pleasure as your climax gushes from you, squirting all over his palm and up the white sleeve of his shirt.
“Fuck,” Aki exhales, dragging a hand through his hair as he looks down at your debauched form, tits spilling out of your rucked up t-shirt, cum dripping from your glistening folds.
And even though your limbs feel entirely boneless, your cunt pulses with anticipation anyway at the clink of his belt as he takes out his thick, flushed cock and rubs its leaking head against your overstimulated clit.
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Pass Me Your Last Cigarette
Pairing: Aki Hayakawa x Fem!Reader
Tags: nsfw, smut, aftercare, overstimulation, teasing, banter, one mention of 'daddy', shotgun smoke kiss, Aki fingerfucking the cum back into Reader
Word count: 0.9k
A/N: Had this scenario in my head for a little while.
You and Aki collapsed onto the messy sheets, panting hard to catch your breath. You both had to get up early tomorrow morning but you still kept going until late hours of the night, unable to satiate the lust and love you feel for each other.
Despite being a little lightheaded you managed to push up on your elbows and trace the hickyes on his neck with your tongue. He let out a sound half between a groan and a laugh, his rough hands smoothing over your back before settling on your soft ass.
"More baby?" He asks as you deliver a little bite on his collarbone, "You almost passed out during the last one."
"What makes you think I don't want you to fuck me into unconsciousness? That sounds like a lot of fun to me." You were always very open with your kinks, your likes and dislikes, something that Aki appreciates greatly.
Something that he encourages, "I could. But I'm not sure you'll be able to walk tomorrow as is. I'd hate for something to happen during our mission. Death by cock doesn't sound... good on a tombstone."
You laughed against his neck only to squeeze his softening dick stull snuggled up in your pussy walls. Moments like these were some of your favorite to spend with him. They were unusually quiet and domestic, a rarity in your lives. Precious and kept just between the two of you.
"You don't think about that when you're fucking my mouth like an animal in heat? It's a lot to swallow you know. Real choking hazard." There was a lot of him to take but you did it perfectly every time, no matter which hole it was in. And by god you took pride in that fact, "Choke me with your cock daddy."
"Fuck." Aki lets out a groan, his cock twitching, a few weak spurts of cum coming out of his still sensitive cockhead, "Don't say that. You'll get me going again and I can't promise I won't do as you asked." There was something in the way he looked at you, eyes needy, the way he spoke, strained and gruff, the way his hips barely twitched upward, movements restrained by you and his own willpower, that made you want to say it again, to poke the dragon, to awaken the beast inside of him and make him make you his bitch.
At the same time a more sensible, and irritating, part of you told you that it would not be the best idea right now.
"Fine. Fine. But one of these days you will." You pushed off of him and stretched your arms high above your head with a heavy groan, your muscles aching in that very pleased way only Aki could accomplish for you. "Let me get us some water." That required you getting off his cock and out of bed, which you didn't want to do, but had to do all the same.
By no surprise to either of you when you lifted your hips his cum and yours came flowing into Aki's soft cock, "What a damn mess." Aki smirked as he cupped his hand over your cunt, already making you jolt your hips into his hand, before he pushed the cum back inside with expert fingers. You held still while he had his fun. Despite you wanting to reach for his cock and wipe that smirk off his face. "There's gonna be a mess on the floor too. Don't you want to keep my cum sweetheart? Don't you want it all for yourself? In that pretty little pussy of yours."
"Yes. Always. I always want it." There was no point in hiding what you both already knew to be a fact. You could get cumdrunk on him so easily without a hint of shame.
"Then make sure to get what you need fast, don't let too much of it go to waste." With a light slap against your clit you almost came again, but that would just push more cum out, so you restrained yourself and on shaky legs walked up to the little mini-fridge Aki bought when Denji and Power moved in.
The walls were soundproof and they knew not to disturb you two but Aki still found it awkward to think about either of you having to go out to get water or food or anything else you might want. So you grabbed two cool bottles of water and Aki's pack of cigars before making your way back into his arms.
Or arm seeing as he leaned a little against the headboard, the soft pillows behind your back and took a sip of water. As you do the same and place the bottles on the nightstand next to you Aki reaches over and pulls you close to him, his hand gently laying on your hip.
"There's only one left." He mumbles as he takes the cigarette in his mouth and disposes of the pack in the nearby trashcan. He reaches for the lighter, glancing at you as he lights it up and takes a long drag. "Want to share?" He exhales a puff of smoke as he offers you the cigar.
"Yes, but not like this. I've got something better in mind." You smile up at him, cupping his cheek and leaning up a little. It takes his brain a few moments to realize what you want. He chuckles and kisses your palm. His next drag is deeper, longer. You patiently wait for his lips to press against yours, for the warm smoke and even warmer tongue to invade your mouth, filling you with a different kind of warmth than before. "That's more like it."
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⧫︎ ᴇᴍᴏᴛɪᴏɴ ꜰʀᴏɴᴛ ⧫︎
(fem reader)
I can't believe I forgot to upload this one...
Makima has one little secret. No, it has nothing to do with her being the Control Devil—well, maybe it has, just a little. A sweet little quirk she guards dearly and delicately from everybody else. She kind of liked unpredictability which, in essence, made no sense coming from someone like her. Frustrated it made her from time to time as she went out of her way to find out why.
Humans called it ‘Oppositional attraction’ or some sort, an attraction that pulls two entities of opposite qualities to come together. What an idiotic, romantic concept that is. Still, Humans are often proven right on theories—the romantic relationships between humans and devils DID happen in the past. Hm, I should hunt down those couples and question them about what they know about human-devil relationships — Makima ponders as her thumb and index finger touch her chin, a habit that the control devil does without realizing. It went pretty well so far considering all the differences they both held—they were worlds apart. Makima appreciates the quiet time that she shares with her lover when she has the time. Right now, she is struggling with one and only one thing—how to influence her lover in a HEALTHY way, without using her power.
It already sounds hard since the beginning, but now every day Makima feels as if her nature and birthright have constantly reminded her of who she is every second she consumes. Not controlling her partner is so fucking hard, especially since she made easily avoidable mistakes. Makima wants to…just reach her significant other, look at her in the eyes, and just… tell her what to do but that would defeat the promise Makima has with her and Makima’s very own desire—to have someone equal right beside her. After she was done for the day, Makima retrieves her lover from the desk she is currently assigned to.
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She has not yet officially moved in with Makima. Both of you concluded that it would be best to take each step slowly. Makima, however, has demanded (although the red-headed would never admit that it was rather controlling–something she swore to not use on her again) that she spends time with Makima at least three times a week–excludes weekends. Tonight is one of those nights–it is only ten minutes past six in the evening and the looming tall figure with an eye-catching red lock in a braid. Wearing a signature long black overcoat on top of her usual uniform, she leans against the door frame. The worst and best feature of Makima is her eyes; a pair of bright and golden eyes–it is the worst because it never fails to give you a quiver down your spine while she stares directly at you, it is the eye that that controls devil ditch out order and manipulate people, but it also the best thing you have ever seen in a while–as it is the first pair of eyes that gazes back at her and give back something closet to love you have ever experience. Makima steps inside and everybody in the vicinity stops what they are doing, and walks away. Those who did not leave in fear whispered to each other and looked.
“Are you for the day now?” Makima, now in front of her lover's desk, questions as the woman in front of her shows no signs of packing her back anytime soon. Makima prioritizes work, she always does, but things have changed now that she is “in a relationship”. Without noticing, her lover has become one of the things she looks forward to spending her time with. It is rather an absurd thing to feel, especially as a devil. Her lover looks up to meet the honey-golden-eyed woman.
“Yes, just…just give me a minute,”
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You can tell when Makima is frustrated, takes one hell of a talent to know but you know it anyway. You lean against the window frame of her car gazing at the familiar moving scenery outside. Remembering the first time you arrived in Japan as an exchange student, out of sheer luck. She didn’t even want to be here, at that time she wished she was selected for some other place she would be culturally connected with like Thailand but you don't really get to choose now, don't you? Especially, when you were taking money from someone else for your education. You remembered semi-coerced into a Devil Hunter job when you had to pay back the tuition cost. 3 years have passed since she joined Public safety and met Makima, you would never have thought back then that you would end up dating her. The thought of that makes you laugh. Makima, who concentrates on driving, diverts her attention to you for a split second—her amber eyes reflect the light of the evening sun.
“What are you laughing at?” Makima asks that question could probably kill someone instantly with fear but you know her better. It is light, and her voice has a hint of amusement and curiosity in it.
“ Nothing in particular,”
“ Oh? Has stress rotted your brain already?”
The woman rests her on the headrest, she diverges her from the window beside her to Makima who is driving and can’t reciprocate attention back.
“ Maybe, We should do something this Friday night. Or…maybe on Saturday?” She suggests, Makima listens earnestly while focusing her gaze on the road. Actually, it’s more like she is using her brain to think of something as her eyebrows furrow a little.
“Hm, suggestions?” Makima says in a slightly defeated manner, but you can say in confidence that this is just an act. The red-haired devil can’t feel defeated or apologetic–it’s just not in her nature. Still, she DOES try for her, and for that at least she can say she is tremendously grateful for it.
“How about a movie date? Last time we went to a theme park and you don’t like it, right?
“Well, you seem to know me plenty already…” Makima responds, but this time her voice seems to have no emotion front, just…void. Like back when she reveals to the girl that she is a devil. Yes, she is still a devil, and she has many things to learn but they both are ready to learn together. That’s all that matter…for now.
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First time calling you mommy - hcs
Chainsaw Man edition
A/N: um Denji´s part got a bit out of hand I´m sowwy >.<
Aki
it happens when you come home
it´s obvious he feels very comfortable around you
mostly because he´s finally not alone anymore
and with you he really finally found his safe person
he always thought it would be impossible for him to fall in love with anyone
because he never believed he was worth it, he could give you a few months at most, if at all
work had him busier than he could´ve ever prepared you for and he could die any day
but for some reason you still stick around
which honestly, he is more grateful for than he ever expected
he loves the little routines he built with you, it makes him feel as if he actually has a future and a normal life
and it makes him be less reckless too
cause he always wants to come back home to you, you´re the one who makes it a home after all
Aki thought a lot about calling you mommy lately but he didn´t want to weird you out, therefore looking for the perfect moment
but it never comes, he just has all of these pent up feelings inside of him and one day they just burst
´mommy, I´m home´ he calls out in the apartment once he steps through the door
you can´t say you´re surprised, you notice the way he relaxes around you, searches your head massages and just immediately can let go of everything holding him down
in a sense he depends on you and you love providing for him
´welcome back, baby´
you´re so gentle, it´s like each day he falls in love all over again
Denji
blurts it out when you´re cuddling
before he met you he´d call any hot woman he saw mommy in his head, it was a pure sexual thing to him
that changes when he meets you
he always wanted a mommy that took care of him, told him everything would be alright and who would be there to support him on the way
he just never thought that would ever become a reality, after all he´s always been getting used in his life before
after high school he spends a few months getting by by stealing stuff and running errands for shady people, much like he did before
but at least he doesn´t sell his body anymore. after everything that happened he just can´t anymore
he feels so broken, so used and dirty
honestly he doesn´t believe that there´s any hope for him or even saving
that´s when he comes around your shop and sees that you´re hiring
he noticed you before because you always gave him the leftovers of the day when he was around. and you didn´t even want him to pay
sometimes when it was cold he could come inside and sit down in the backroom for a while
of course he idolized you, until his feelings calmed down and he was able to form a normal bond with you
you get to know each other and he realizes you´re not some goddess, but just someone getting by just like him
and unlike the other women in his life, you´re actually nice to him. without any conditions. just because
it weirds him out at first because he´s sure there´s something shady going on but once he does start working in your shop he realizes that you´re not his boss but his colleague
you both are equal and he´s also not dependant on you which is entirely new to him
nevertheless he revels in this new found independence and you´re always there for him to listen to his problems and support him on his journey of finding himself
you´re the only person who ever fully believed in him
of course he falls in love with you
but he´s even more surprised when you start dating and you tell him you´ve been in love with him ever since you saw him. and that you didn´t pity him just once. no, you tell him you admired him
he needs a moment and you say such sweet things something, all genuine and wholeheartedly, he gets so warm inside and there are moments where he just cries and you hold him
he´s so happy to move in with you, start a life together and have you there with him at all times
it just makes him feel safe
he´s a very clingy guy because he´s lacked affection and physical touch his whole life
´can I call you mommy?´ he mumbles against your chest while cuddling, he just feels way too good
you´re stroking his back and head and he almost falls asleep because he´s so relaxed, resting his head on your chest so he can always look at you
and when you smile at him and nod he just melts
he gives you a toothy grin and hugs you tightly
´you´re the best, mommy´
Kishibe
he never thought he would sub for anyone. ever.
at least that´s what he told himself
because deep down he just wanted someone to take care of him
nobody ever loved him back the way he loved them
so when you ask him out first and blatantly, shamelessly flirt with him he already knows he´s in for a wild ride
he thought you only wanted to fuck at first
is kind of embarrassed when you take him out to eat and then for a late night walk in the park to watch the stars
it´s too romantic for him, he´s not used to it
he´s always been told he´s just hot enough to fuck, but too fucked up to stay with
you seem to be into these kind of men
probably because you´re fucked up yourself
he just knows from the first time you met that he´d be the sub in the relationship
and that knowledge made him feel elevated
because for the first time in his life he could let himself fall safely, knowing you´d always catch him or take the plunge with him
he really wasn´t alone anymore
sometimes he still couldn´t believe it and needed reassurance
he always felt safe with you but the first time he actually calls you mommy is during sex
honestly it just slipped out
you were peggging him for the first time after he finally gave in and let you do it (he was the one who suggested it but needed a lot of time to overcome his inner fears and insecurities about it)
you always put him first when it came to sexual pleasure but this....the way you were making him feel was indescribable
and yes he probably looked like a fool but he didn´t care
how could he when you were praising him like that? looking down at him with that proud smile
he could always get lost in your gentle nature
´mommy, more please....feels too good, fuck´
´hm? what was that, I couldn´t hear you, love´ you grin down on him but gently stroke over his scar, showing him that he could voice all of his feelings, that you reciprocated them
´I-....I want you to have my everything, mommy. I just need all of you, I don´t think I can ever have enough´
he first only calls you mommy in bed but his praise kink kind of gets out of hand so he just integrates it into your every day life
´let me worship you, mommy´
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Hyper Ventilation Syndrome -epilogue- Part2
《The previous page》 《Back to the first》 《The next》
※Chainsawman-Fan fiction Manga: Angel Devil and Aki’s story.
This manga is on my Pixiv. The continuation of the story is on my Tumblr.
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Where Am I Now