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dejwrites · 1 year

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⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀─── ⠀ ⠀⠀ oh sugar⠀ 〳 ⠀ kishibe ‵

❪ ♡ ❫ ─── ( synopsis ) give him some sugar as your tiffany diamond necklace twinkle under the stars

♡ ˙ ˖ ✧ — reader discretion is advised: female reader, female anatomy described, written with black reader in mind, her/she pronouns, told in third pov, sugar baby!reader, sugar daddy!kishibe, canon age kishibe, age gap, kishibe is old money rich, exhibitionism, riding position, fingersucking, oh no the sugar daddy falls first trope, does it in his porche boxster, usage. of spit, mentions of kishibe giving reader a hickey, age jokes (nothing too serious and bad), mentioned of kishibe being married (but he got divorced), a l bomb is dropped, quanxi mentioned, mention of quanxi flirting with reader, kishibe spoil reader, luxury au, let's just pretend gambling legal in japan lol, word count: tba

IF Y/N LOOKED CLOSE ENOUGH, SHE COULD SEE HER PRETTY REFLECTION IN THE SIDE OF THE BLACK PORCHE BOXSTER. The full moon twinkled down on the pair as they leaned against the front of the car staring at the skyline that overlooked the Roppongi district. From the view of where 50-year-old Kishibe stood, he could see the bright lights that lit up the casino he owned. He was positive that people were still gambling their lives away, helping his bank account grow and helping fund his gorgeous sugar baby's expensive lifestyle. A person looking in from the outside would assume that Y/N was swindling him out of his money. He always let out a sonorous laugh at that. It wasn't really their business, but at the same time, he didn't mind.

If Kishibe could give Y/N the fuckin' stars out of the sky himself—he would in a heartbeat. He didn't understand what overcame him to just throw his money at the woman, but he just did. His closest friend Quanxi liked to joke that he was in love and (dumb). 'Cause what sugar daddy fall for their sugar baby?

He didn't believe Quanxi at first. Kishibe didn't do well with relationships because of his wealth. Money changes everyone, so obviously, it would make any logical women that adored Jimmy Choo heels and Chanel purses pussy wet for his money—not him. But why was she so different?

"Did you hear what I said?"

Her voice interrupts his thoughts before he shakes his head, "Sorry, what did you say?"

"It was nice meeting Quanxi and her girlfriends. They were so nice." Y/N sighs happily before she's taking a sip out of Kishibe's flask.

Kishibe chuckled at her statement. "If I didn't approach you in time, you would have been the fifth girlfriend because she was flirting with you."

"I may have taken her up on her offer." Y/N elbows Kishibe's side jokingly.

The crisp breeze swirls around the two, and he watches the young woman shiver under the tailored suit jacket over her shoulders. Kishibe stood up fully from sitting on the hood of his Porche, "Are you ready to go home? I don't want to keep you out so late." His hand reaches over to tug his jacket further on her frame.

He knew there were better times to come to their secret place, considering the weather & the two attire. He didn't want her to get sick because he needed to escape his casino's obnoxious and overbearing crowd.

With his hand collecting hers to attempt to warm it up in the Fall nightly weather, he watches her smile before shaking her head. "No, I want to see the stars." Y/N breaks eye contact with him to glance up at the stars, winking down at them.

She let go of his hand to walk around the car to climb back into it. Kishibe follows, getting into the driver's side, and his eyes glance up at the stars. Like the diamond necklace around Y/N's neck, the stars danced across the dark sky like they were waltzing on a dance floor. Kishibe's eyes glanced over to stare at the beauty on the passenger side.

Y/N felt his eyes drilling a hole in her body. Despite the chilly weather, his stare made her feel hot all other. She sunk further in her seat before her eyes traveled to the older gentleman. "What?" She asks, her head innocently tilting.

Maybe, Quanxi was right. He was dumb and in love. There Kishibe was staring at the beauty next to him as her brown skin illuminated against the little light the moon gave the two. His head resting on the steering wheel of his car with his lip caught up in his teeth—completely love-struck.

"It's nothing." His lips curve into a sly grin before he lifts his head and glances ahead.

He could hear her shuffling to move closer. He knew because he could smell that intoxicating floral perfume she used.

"Tell me." She says as soon as he turns to look at her.

"It's nothing, sweetheart." Kishibe lets out a happy sigh. He extended his arms, so his right arm rested behind her seat. "Just admiring how beautiful you look tonight."

Y/N kicks off her heels so she can fully turn in her seat. If Kishibe's mind was in the gutter—he would assume that she was about to lean over and give him head under the luminous moon. Instead, she's leaning in closer to kiss his lips.

"Thank you, old man." She pecks his lips quickly. "I really enjoyed spending time with you tonight." with each word that rolled off her tongue, she kissed Kishibe's lips, staining them with lipgloss.

With each kiss, Kishibe could feel his cock twitch in the three hundred thousand yen-priced tailored pants. He could blame his soon-to-be actions on the alcohol from his shiny silver flask and the clouding feeling of possibly falling in love. He could pass up the moment to make her feel good, so he took the leap.

The kiss got heated, spit was swapped, and minutes later, Y/N was in his lap without care that any car could pull up and interrupt their moment.

Kishibe chose the wrong car to want to have a quickie in. However, that's what made the moment so hot, so intimate. With the fusion pink strapless dress pushed up around her waist and her hips grinding against Kishibe's crotch like a cat in heat, it drove the older gentleman insane, completely feral even. His tongue traces alongside her plump lip gloss-covered lips, begging for a taste of the lemon drop cocktails she drank tonight. But he knew his little sugar baby too well for her to give him a taste so easily. She was a tease, and she knew it. She knew what she was doing when she left the house in the attire she picked out. It was just a ploy to tease him from the beginning.

The dress was short for times like this for him to push it up and slide her panties to the side (when he brought her a new designer bag, those were the nights she chose to not wear any at all). It hugged her silhouette like a tight-fitted latex glove to show off her dips and curves—just like Kishibe liked it. It was a bright fusion color because it perfectly highlights her golden complexion to have heads turn in the casino. Lastly, strapless to give Kishibe better excess for him to kiss her smooth skin.

Kishibe broke the kiss quickly when he realized that he could cause her to whimper for him in another way. His lips dragged kisses across her sculptured jawline before going down to her neck. The sweet floral scent of Y/N lingered up his nostrils and when he smelt her—his grip on her grew tighter. He kissed her right on her left breast and felt her giggle because she knew what was next.

"You're too old to be giving me those things," She jokes to him as her fingers comb through the strands of grey on his head. Despite her complaining about him giving her the scandalous hickey, her eyes are shifted closed, and a furtive grin is on her face.

The swelling feeling on her skin caused Y/N to pull back. Her back hit the steering wheel, causing it to honk the horn. She muttered an apology for interrupting such a moment as her panties were growing soaked, and she craved Kishibe's cock. Once more, Kishibe's staring at her as if she's the brightest and most expensive jewel in a jewelry store. His hand cups her face before he lets the pad of his thumb brush against her lip.

"Y/N..." He pauses, and his eyes light up, watching her mouth teasingly latch onto his thumb.

"Hm," She answers, giving him a wink before releasing his thumb with a pop.

And here, Kishibe's L bomb got stuck in his throat as he's quickly urging her to lift up so he could undo his pants. His cock throbbed to feel her wet walls clutch around him as tightly as the expensive dress on her body. Y/N didn't complain. Her hands are even shuffling to help him undo his pants. The sigh of relief from Kishibe was like music to Y/N's ears when she saw him push down his bottoms enough for his fat cock to spring out. It stood straight, with its tip glistening with precum from its slit.

Kishibe grabbed hold of the back of Y/N's neck to embrace her in one last harsh, gritty kiss. This time, he didn't wait for her to teasingly not let his tongue shove in her mouth. His tongue already intertwined with hers as his money-making hand propelled her hips to rock against his hardened cock. Kishibe cruelly pulls away from the kiss just in time for Y/N to get into it, and with their lips barely touching—he whispers, "Go ahead and sit on it, baby. I know you want to."

His hand was released from her body before he brought his hand up to her mouth. "Spit."

Y/N lips curve into. smirk before she collects a pool of saliva to let dribble in his hand. Her hand grasped the back of the headrest behind his head as she anticipated his thick cock finally indulging in her drooling cunt. Kishibe stroked his hardened cock, completely coating it with Y/N's saliva. He guides his cock towards Y/N's pussy, his tip brushing against her entrance, completely teasing her. He leaned to kiss her neck as Y/N sank further on his cock. "Take your time. I'm right here, sweetheart."

"It's just s'much, Kishibe." Y/N breathes out, her thighs quivering at the sudden stretch done by Kishibe's cock.

His manicured fingers dance along her sides, and he chuckles at her statement.

"Not so much of an old man now, huh?"

"Still old." Y/N jokes.

Kishibe chuckles before he grabs her hips and slams her on his cock. He didn't wait for another snarky comment while guiding her on his cock. Y/N head fell back in complete bliss as she moaned out Kishibe's name. Her hips bucked to meet Kishibe's guidance on his cock—the sensational feeling driving the two over the edge. With the car rocking due to their movement and Y/N's diamond pendant tapping at Kishibe's nose as she was riding him—Kishibe wanted the evening to end with Y/N cumming on his cock.

The lewd sound of heated skin slapping against each other was like music to Kishibe's ears. The grasp on Y/N grew tighter because Kishibe didn't want it to end. He didn't want to go without his cock feeling the way your cunt clenched around him.

"Shit." He utters breathlessly under his breath.

He looked in awe, watching the way Y/N jounced upon his cock. Her head sprang back as she moaned out Kishibe's name. His large hands traveled down to her waist to help her movements gracefully. His gloomy eyes traveled down between the gap of their heated bodies to gaze at how his cock disappeared into Y/N's drooling cunt.

"So close." Y/N voice cracks while riding Kishibe.

"Go ahead and cum, love. You've earned it." Kishibe says through groans.

Y/N never came so hard. She and Kishibe have had sex countless times, but this time was different. It was as if the two of you were expressing a feeling you wanted to express so severely in the moment's bliss. It didn't take long for Kishibe to follow right behind you. His thrusting upward became sloppy to mimic the overstimulation of Y/N's cunt pulsing around him. He leaned in to kiss Y/N's swollen lips to wrap the loving moment with a bow.

As the moment was dying down and Y/N's head fell to lay on Kishibe's chest, she let out a happy sigh attempting to regain control of her limp legs. She could hear Kishibe's heartbeat and her lips parted to say some snarky joke, but his words interrupted her.

"I'm in love with you."

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ruubric · 1 year

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Of Devils that disguise Angels

PAIRING: Aki Hayakawa x Reader

NOTE: Reader is black, uses female pronouns and a devil (devilishly cute). Story is also told from Aki's perspective.

May be slightly angsty.

The sky above is an inky black swirling with stars that try to shine through the thick darkness. But their struggle has been hidden away by the blinding lights of the night life that buzzes and hums around us.

I can't see her, but I can feel her almost burning heat behind me. It's slightly comforting, and as much as I would like to have her next to me and twine my fingers with hers, it is of the utmost importance that I maintain an air of professionalism.

I can feel her eyes trailing on me though, up and down my body. And while I usually would have shuddered in disgust at a devil doing such to me... her eyes make me feel beautiful.

"So, where are we going?" She asks sweetly.

"We have a job to do downtown. A dancer devil was found in a bathroom at a club over there."

"Ah. But uh.." she is hesitating, "why take me? Wouldn't Denji or Power be a better match for it? I mean... you are the one always saying that devils don't have loved ones because we can't love, so what's bringing me along going to do?"

I wince. Right. At the beginning of her assignment to me, I had been less than hospitable to her. Disregarding her emotions and values because she's a devil...It actually hurts to think that I had been so harsh to someone I had come to care for.

"This devil is much like you, it has an element of humanity in it. The devil inhabited a drunk clubber, so it has access to all their memories, and hopefully you can use you abilities to take it down."

Her abilities that used to scare me. Her abilities that allow her to morph into any loved one and show them to you in their most beaten, bruised, disfigured, burned, impaled, diseased form.

All she has to do is touch you.

Which is why I got her the leather gloves that she's got on now. It wasn't because I wanted to hold her hands or feel her fingers cup around my face. At first anyway.

"Is this our last job of the night?"

"It is." Unfortunately.

It's silent for a while as we walk on. Then she suddenly asks me, "have you ever been to a club, Aki?"

Me in a club. I'm sure if Himeno were here she'd laugh at that, before trying to persuade me to go with her. "No."

"Would you like to go? With me, I mean?"

A club; hot, sweaty, loud, drunken messes, bodies molding against each other. Her body grinding against mine.

"No."

Liar.

"We'd barely be allowed in. You don't have an ID, they'll think you're underage."

"But I'm actually over a hundred-"

"Try telling that to the bouncers." I reach in my pocket for my pack of cigarettes, opening it and seeing the contents half empty, I realize that this is Himeno's pack. She must've swapped out my new one earlier. Whatever. I put one between my lips and pocket the box. Then with a swift flick of my lighter, I burn the butt.

"Can I try?" The question is so small and innocent. Of course, she's curious. Having been caged and hidden from the world for so long, only to be exposed to the world of smoking and drinking just recently, it's natural for her to be curious.

Much like she was last week, when she drank alcohol for the first time.... Alcohol that made her lips loose and body looser.

My cheeks heat up upon thinking of how she pressed little bites against my neck as me and Denji carried her back to her room, much to Denji's upset.

"Aki~" she singsongs in the present day. I blink, in my daydreaming I had apparently stopped moving, and her voice is much closer than before. And one of my cheeks is hotter than the other.

Then I realize that she's got a finger pressed into my cheek and is peering up at me curiously over my shoulder. Her body pressing against me in a cool burn.

I should flinch away, scold her for coming into such close contact with me. But I don't. I gently lean closer into her, totally mindless, til her lips ghost over my ear.

"Aki?" She murmurs, "what are you doin'?"

I wish I knew. I wish I didn't turn my head to look at her. I wish she didn't have her curls tied back in a bun showing off her beautifully rounded face. I wish I wasn't so drawn into her dark, earth like brown eyes. I wish I didn't let my eyes drift down her nose, trail down her golden nose ring and fall to her lips.

Her plump, two toned lips. Her top lip darker than the bottom. I had never been so mesmerized by lips before. Not even Miss Makima's. However, Miss Makima's lips were never so tantalizingly glossed in a pink sheen that captures the lights around us and glimmers.

The girl in front of me... her lips do those things.

"Aki," she says softly. And I feel my skin shiver in awe.

I whisper out her name.

"I thought you didn't like devils."

Right. Of course. The devil in front of me is not what I'm making her out to be. She is a Damaged Devil, showing anyone she touches their loved ones hurt and damaged, making them weak and hopeless before she attacks. She is cruel and evil and manipulative.

Right?

"I... I don't."

She chuckles out sadly, her breath kissing my face. "Then what are you doing?"

She's right. The hell am I doing? I try to casually raise my fingers to my cigarette, pulling it out of my mouth before I blow the smoke into her face. She instantly recoils, leaving me feeling exposed, and wrinkles her nose.

"Showing you why it's bad to smoke," I say deadpan, before I continue walking. "C'mon," I call to her over my shoulder, "I want to catch this devil quickly."

"You could've just said no!" I hear her grumble, "geez. That was bad."

I can't help but chuckle. If it were Denji or Power, they would've been trying to hand my ass to me by now. But she's different.

She's kind. She's gentle. She's trusting.

She's gullible.

She's gullible to believe when I insist that I hate her, that she'll be nothing but a devil to me, and that I don't see as as anything by a weapon to be used by me.

Because after all this time, I'm beginning to see her as more than just a devil.

I see her as a partner.

I see her as a friend.

I see her as my first love.

#ruurites˚ʚɞ˚‧｡#aki hayakawa #chainsaw man fandom #chainsaw man fanfiction #black reader #csm x reader #aki x reader #aki x y/n #aki hayakawa x reader #chainsaw man x black reader #aki hayakawa x black reader

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wxxpingangxls · 22 days

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big beefy men who would of course never lay a hand on you, but when it to eating you out? girllll this man would have you in 7 different positions in 7 minutes; each minute would be spent with you cumming on his tongue. holding you comfortably still each time as well. you could be on his face, on your knees, in a damn headstand, lying down, doing the splits on his face and he’d still hold you with security. and not only that, but this man can’t keep his hand to himself. when he’s eating you out his hands are everywhere but by his side. sometimes they’re even in your pulsing cunt. but most of the time, they’re either on your tits or spreading you further open for his hot and mean gaze.

+a/n; i got a question for you lot. if you had to choose between being dicked down till like you’re asleep or getting eating out until you on the verge of tears, and your feet are literally cramped not even from curling but from stretching out, and you’re teetering on the edge of pain and pleasure, all while your legs are convulsing and every touch to your thigh sends electrical rockets to your brain through your spinal cord; what would you pick?🤔 idk yall i prolly go with being eaten out but idk maybe that’s just me 🤷‍♀️

Renji, Shunsui, Shui Kong, Toji, Hakari, Higuruma, Choso, Nanami, Todo, Suguru, Aki, Reiner and anyone else 🩷

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dex0s · 7 months

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IMAGINE!

WARNING! ♫ !dark content ahead! gore(hand getting cut off), abuse, obsession, and miscarriage!♬ (before you get confused reader and the husband gives their semen to a surrogate mother)

⇨ 𝟷𝟶/𝟷𝟻/𝟸𝟹 ⇦ ♡ Wₒᵣd cₒᵤₙₜ ₋ ₆₅₇ ♡

YOUR YANDERE HUSBAND! Have been in marriage for 5 years. And it’s the worst 5 years you ever experienced abuse, forced pregnancy, two miscarriages but that man just wouldn’t stop until he had baby trapped you. And when he finally got a baby he wasn’t satisfied so he tried to force you to have another with a different donor, lucky you got away before anything can happen. Then you finally had your baby a beautiful baby girl, she was an angel compared to your husband and you hope she would stay like that. Now it’s your daughter’s 17th birthday and you hope the birthday gift you will give her will go as planned.

First, the arguing. “You know you should stop spoiling that kid so much when you can’t even do the same for your husband” he said, “why should I? She’s my flesh and bones plus she’s an angel unlike you” you answered back. You can see the redness/anger rising to his face, good now continue too anger him and take it outside. “What happened to the obedient person I married. Why are you so bold right now?” He tried stay calm but you can see him about the explode. “Why don’t we take this outside. I don’t want my angel to hear us fight” as you say that you walk outside because if you didn’t he would’ve said why can’t they talk right there.

Now that you guys right both outside it’s time for the second plan. “Now why come out here when we could just-“ Run to the door and lock it that was second plan but that man had other ideas. Just has you were going to close and lock the door your “husband” in question puts his hand between the door. “OW! You little shit! Once I get you, you better pray to whatever god you worship that I don’t snap that pretty neck of yours” he yelled while trying to push the door open.

As you continue to fight him to shut the door he grabs your hand and you start to scream and panic due to your hand about fall off the door. As you thought of the things he will do to you once the door is open in the corner of your eye. You can see your daughter running right at you closing your eyes only thinking that maybe you wrong about your daughter being a angel-“AAHH!? THE FUCK!” Quickly opening your eyes you see your daughter cutting out your husband hand that is grabbing you or was grabbing you. Your daughter quickly locks the door and you can hear your husband cursing like a hellhound. You quickly shake your hand to get the hand off of you and turn towards your daughter. “Come up we have to go” you grab her hand and run to the back door but also get the keys.

You guys get the the backyard and see your neighbor waving at you to hurry and jump the fence. “Are you okay dear” asked the 40 year-old lady. “Y-yea but do you know where the directions to the church is?” You asked in a hurry “Oh! Just jump over the fence in the far back side of the garage and go straight ahead until you hit a light and you should see it.” She answers and you thank her and take your daughter to the fence and you hear someone you didn’t want to hear at the time. “Where are they”he asked, “what are you talking about sir?” The poor lady answered. “ANSWER THE FUCKING QUESTION” he yells before you jump the fence you can see the lady shaking then after you jumped it you started to run and not looking back but of course your “husband” had to do the final blow. “(Y/N) when I get my hands on you just know that you won’t be my living bride, but my corpse bride”.

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mqnji · 11 months

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..⠀⠀⠀𝗪𝗢𝗘⠀⠀⠀♡⠀gun fiend!aki

that moment you opened the door and saw him standing there, his back hunched and a horrible posture that made your own back hurt. it was a silent moment between you two, at first you couldn’t tell who it was until you saw the ring on the tie. he stood there, saying nothing, just breathing heavily. your eyes meet the end of a wide pistol, which caused you to squeal a little. he looked so pale, so…miserable.

“aki what happened to you?” you finally asked hoping to get an answer, but he just stood there. not a single word from him.

he took a step forward, which made you fall back onto the ground. you were frozen

with fear as he bent down, leaning over you. his lips uttered a word, but you couldn’t catch what he said, more like you couldn’t hear what he said.

“( name )....sorry….” he muttered softly. your eyes were looking down at the ground, you were trembling, you were too scared to look him in the eyes, this was not the aki you knew. the aki you loved. aki used his hand to lift your chin up. you were looking at each other. eye to eye. tears were on his face, there was still some of him left in there.

you can hear the rifle cock. you started backing away, fumbling to get up. was he gonna shoot you? you didn’t want to die yet. you were finally able to get on your feet, but your legs were shaking violently, too scared to even lift a toenail because you thought he gonna shoot if you tried to escape but that wasn’t the case at all.

he moved closer towards you. you two were inches apart, face to face with the wide pistol on his head, you think this is finally the end, but that wasn’t it at all. the gun sticking out of his forehead has to make aki tilt his head at a different angle as he locked lips with you. his chappy lips against your soft ones left you wide eyed. maybe aki was still there, hopefully.

“love…you…” he said as the rifle was against your heart. it was beating rapidly, the kiss was absorbing as he steals the air from your lungs. he finally pulls back from the kiss. “sorry…” you were confused. why does he keep apologizing? "so...very sorry..." the last thing you heard was a loud gunshot as your vision suddenly went blurry. you finally knew why.

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dazaiandhislovelybandages · 5 months

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Masterlist

Moriarty the Patriot

First Meetings {Sebastian Moran}

First Meetings {Sebastian Moran} pt 2

Jealousy {Mycroft Holmes}

Questions {Mycroft Holmes}

Scary Story {Louis James Moriarty}

I'll Invent It Just For You Though {Von Herder}

Apologies {Mycroft Holmes}

Precious {William James Moriarty}

Worried Sick {Mycroft Holmes}

Wedding Traditions {Albert James Moriarty}

Moving In Together Can Be Tough {Sherlock Holmes}

We Can Make This Work {William James Moriarty}

We Can Make This Work {William James Moriarty} (pt 2)

Jujutsu Kaisen

Sunday Mornings {Gojo Satoru}

What We Didn't Know {Gojo Satoru}

Pleasure To Meet You {Gojo Satoru}

After Hours {Gojo Satoru}

Kabedon {Gojo Satoru}

Last Call {Nanami Kento}

Quite The Romantic {Gojo Satoru}

Obey Me

Money Getter {Mammon}

Indulgence {Mammon}

Make A Wish {Mammon}

The Millionaire Detective

I Live To Impress {Kambe Daisuke}

He Lives Alone? {Haru Kato}

Tokyo Revengers

A Not So Normal Marriage Proposal {Shinichiro Sano}

The Secrets Are Out {Shinichiro Sano}

Just A Regular Day {Shinichiro Sano}

What Will Happen Then? {Shinichiro Sano}

Comfort {Shinichiro Sano}

Better Than Expected {Kurokawa Izana}

Getting Married {Shinichiro Sano}

Period Problems {Shinichiro Sano}

Guitars Bring People Together {Kurokawa Izana}

And They Were Roommates {Mitsuya Takashi}

Touche {Mitsuya Takashi}

Failed {Shinichiro Sano}

There For You {Shinichiro Sano}

Bad Is The New Soft {Shinichiro Sano}

After All This Time {Takashi Mitsuya}

Black Butler

Comfort {Sebastian Michaelis}

Boku No Hero Academia

Once Upon A January {Dabi}

And I Don't Care If I Am Forgiven {Dabi}

Nobody's Son, Nobody's Daughter {Dabi}

My Girl {Dabi}

My Girl {Dabi} (pt 2)

Right Person, Not Enough Time {Dabi}

Bleach

Admiration {Kyoraku}

Attack On Titan

You Were More Than Just Somebody I Was Destined To Meet {Levi Ackerman}

Prefer It Like This {Levi Ackerman}

Reborn {Levi Ackerman}

Say That You Will {Levi Ackerman}

Bungo Stray Dogs

Figuring It Out {Dazai Osamu}

When You Know, You Know {Dazai Osamu}

Port Mafia Black {Dazai Osamu}

Bernadette {Dazai Osamu}

Waltz Suite No 2 {Dazai Osamu}

Trying To Forget {Dazai Osamu}

Tokyo Ghoul

Kisses {Hideyoshi Nagachika}

Sorrows And Kisses {Hideyoshi Nagachika}

Gintama

In His Own Way {Sakata Gintoki}

The Way Of The Curls {Sakata Gintoki}

Getting Caught Making Out {Sakata Gintoki}

Kabedon {Sakata Gintoki}

Two Sides {Sakata Gintoki}

Overreacting {Sakata Gintoki}

Perfect Girlfriend {Sakata Gintoki}

Ghosts {Sakata Gintoki}

Missed You {Sakata Gintoki}

Uramichi Onii-San

Relationship Headcanons {Uramichi}

Falling In Love & Jealousy Headcanons With Uramichi and Kumatani

Rainy Days Like This {Uramichi}

Chainsaw Man

No Commitments {Kishibe}

Lunch Break {Kishibe}

Kishibe With a Fiend!Reader

Baking With Kishibe

Father Figure {Kishibe}

Heaven Official's Blessing

Trouble {Mu Qing}

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zikkytheblicky · 3 months

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♡︎ you can call me zikky or any pet names if you prefer. I’m black and Jamaican— pronouns are he/him/they/them/theirs i’m transgender and bisexual !!

(REMAKE.)

⊹ FANDOMS ⊹

ও jjk (satoru gojo, suguru geto, kento nanami, toji zen’in, yuta okkutsu, kenjaku as geto, ryomen sukuna, masamichi yaga, kiyotaka ijichi, toge inumaki, aoi todo)

ꔛ csm (denji, aki hayakawa, kishibe, hirofumi yoshida, young kishibe)

✧ hazbin hotel (alastor, lucifer, angel dust, husk, sir pentious, vox.)

✦ astv (miles 42, hobie, miguel o’hara, spider noir)

⊹ demon slayer (tanjiro kamado, kyojuro rengoku, inosuke hashibara, sanemi shinazugawa, tengen uzui, giyu tomioka, obanai iguro, gyomei himejima, kokushibo, muzan kibutsuji, akaza, kagaya ubuyashiki, doma, gyutaro)

★ kpop groups (stray kids n SEVENTEEN)

(such little fandoms ik!! i don’t watch a lot of things/remember what i watch , sorry !!)

⊹ DNI LIST ⊹

-homophobes, transphobes, racists, antisemitics, zionists, trolls, isnotreal supporters, dsmp stans/fans, female readers (this includes SHE/THEY, SHE/HER, SHE/XE/THEY, etc.), people who sexualize itadori, sexists, pedophiles, rapists, sex offenders.

⊹ i WILL write

black male reader

feminine t!m/m reader chubby black male reader

trans black male reader

trans chubby black male reader

pre top surgery black male reader

pre top surgery chubby black male reader

pre bottom surgery black male reader

pre bottom surgery chubby black male reader

male reader

chubby male reader

Pre top surgery male reader

pre top surgery chubby male reader

pre bottom surgery male reader

pre bottom surgery chubby male reader

submissive t!m/m reader

switch t!m/m reader

feminine t!m/m reader

any kink besides body fluid ones and foot fetish

gay t!m/m reader

sugar daddy x sugar bby trope

any trope really except for those cringe ones like golden retriever x black cat idk those are just.. uhm. like just say introverted x extroverted trope if you really want that one!! (My op sorry.)

pet names , i love them. Except for those really.. cringe ones like "my little sugar waffle! " stop it. I will use different language ones too depending on the characters nationality.

fluff

smut

“ crack “

t!m/m reader with a core/style (any types of cores like aaliyah core for ex).

WILL NOT WRITE ⊹

any kink involving body fluids or foot fetish.

HEAVY angst (r@pe, HEAVY abuse, etc.)

m preg. Like i'll do the getting cummed inside of part but not the giving birth.. having kids.. like no sorry!! ( it makes me uncomfortable. )

mahito.

aged up characters

minors

fem readers (you guys tons of stories you'll be ok twin.)

✧ Thats it really i'll probs add more tho !!

⊹ i write in lowercase on purpose !! and sometimes space my punctuation (like this !! or this , or this . but i rarely space the period.)⊹

☆ if you’re black reader please inform about ur hairstyle/texture !! i don’t wanna accidentally just use the wrong hair texture/hair styler for you 💓.

request status: open ! ⊹

#male reader #x male reader #ftm reader #hazbin hotel #gender neutral reader #gn reader #jjk x male reader #jujutsu kaisen x male reader #black male reader #black ftm #chainsaw man #gay #astv #cod x male reader #gojo satoru x male reader #könig x male reader #ghost x male reader #angel dust x male reader

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curvykittyyssmutfics · 3 months

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Direct Instruction

"Slow down, Denji. You're gonna overstimulate her too quick. Slow licks. Yeah.. Just like that. Take your time, she ain't goin nowhere."

Aki speaks from across the room, patiently observing Denji struggle not to devour you. He slips his t-shirt off but leaves his sweats on. Head tilted, one hand resting on his raging dick as he leans back further into his chair. You don't know why he's still clothed; made you and Denji get undressed soon as this started.

"I don't want tooo. She tastes so fuckin sweet. Its like candy, Aki."

Denji's a fuckin brat but slows down anyway, giving you a chance to catch your breath. Even with him replacing his savage ass sucking with fast little kitten licks, you can't dig your toes out the mattress at the feeling.

"Yeah, I know she does. Don't mean you can do whatever you want." Aki tells him, squeezin his dick to the sight of you.

"Not the fuckin boss of me.." Denji mumbles into your pussy, making Aki's brow raise.

"That right? Want me to shut this shit down? Fuck y/n till she can't see straight while we leave you to play by yourself?"

That gets Denji back on track. Doesn't dare talk back. Only whines into your sensitive lil pus before getting back to his task.

"Thought so. Fuckin brat. Did you not promise me to work on followin directions? Gonna have to handle your bad ass later.. And you better make her cum real good too."

Theres no doubt about that. Tip of his tongue is dead on, swiping that spot on your slippery nub with an accuracy you wouldn't have thought a virgin could possess. He's only been between your legs for a couple minutes but apparently a few tips from Aki and suddenly he's a pro.

"Ahh, ahhh- Denji! Can't believe- didn't think- ohmygod!"

Aki chuckles as Denji moans around your clit, gripping around your thighs tight. The vibrations put an arch in your back that make Aki finally pull himself out to stroke; he's way too fuckin hard watchin you so drunk on pleasure.

"See what you're doin to her? She can barely take it. Use your fingers.. Yeah, like that. Bet shes squeezin round you.. Always bear hugs the fuck outta my dick when I first slide in."

"Mmmhmmm.."

A finger swipes at your opening, experimenting with the slip and slide of you. Denjis curious. Slowly lets his digit creep inside, suckin at you a little quicker. He's stares at your glistening lil puss, mesmerized by how you engulf him like his lips do to your clit.

"Good boy, Denji. Thats it.. Isn't he doin so well, sweet heart? Makin your lil puss flutter nice and tight, huh? Well, tell him then. Dont be rude.."

"Yeeees, Aki! Makin me feel so- ah, ah, ah!"

Denji can't take it anymore. Wants you to be a good boy, and to be the one that makes you cum but he so fuckin selfish. Needs something from you first: wants a real taste of your pretty lil chocolate pussy. So he abandons your clit, pulling you even tighter against his mouth so he can dig his tongue inside of you as far as it can go.

"Ohhhhmyyy- uh, uh, uh!"

It's too intense too fuckin quick. Your yank at his hair to pull him back but he doesn't budge, leaning into you body to trap you against the bed. He wiggles it inside of you erratically, no rythym at all. Just trying his damnest to reach your depths.

"Geez, Denji.. Should've known; you never fuckin listen."

But Aki doesn't stop him, quickening his strokes as he gets up to stand closer for a better view. He swipes at the precum streaming from his flushed tip. Reaching down with the same hand to pluck at your stiff nipples, smearing them sticky before rubbin slow teasing circles around your clit.

"Listen to that.. Hear that cute lil pussy singin for us? She's loud.. Even louder than your mouth. You so nasty, baby."

"Mmm mmm mmm."

Denji doesnt even hear Aki anymore, groaning in between your thighs like you just offered him a feast. Which is hella funny cause that's how he eats you. It's so damn sloppy, too messy. Your juices and his spit mixing to slide down your ass to the bed.

"Gonna cum Denji! Dont stop, please. Fuh-uuck.. More, Akiiii!"

Your pleas the prettiest symphony either of em has ever heard.

"Okay, y/n, okay. Let it out- ahhh.. Need to see you wet up his mouth, princess.Ohhh, gonna buss- don't stop Denji. Our girls gonna cum. Huh, y/n? Fuuuuck, you're so damn. beautiful."

He gives your twitchy lil button the attention you need, just not in the way expect. Stops rubbing to land 3 swift smacks against your clit. But your gone by the first, mindlessly squealing and cumming on Denji's mouth. Hips twisting uncontrollably but his hold on your thick thighs keeps you in place by. All the while, the fuckin brat makes multiple attempts to reach that special spot inside you with his devilish tongue.

"Mmmmfankoooohmmmm!"

Denji groans his appreciation when you shower his swollen mouth with your love. His tongue batters your walls, forcing moan after moan from your throat till your voice cracks.

What neither of you expect is for the scene to become to much for Aki. He pushes Denji to the side and bullies his cock between your spasming walls. He relishes how the end of your orgasm pushes him into his own.

"No fair, Aki! Wasn't done yet. Not your turn!" Denji's whining, swiftly standing to take Aki's place.

"Shut it."

He strokes his dick slowly, whimpering when he notices how Aki fucks you so good that when your lips part to cry nothin comes out. No breath in your lungs, mouth open wide in a silent scream as Aki leans over you and humps you quick and hard. You're left to grip at your covers, shapely brown legs wrapping around his waist; having no choice but to take what he gives you.

"Yeeees y/n! Bout to fill up my pussy, baby. You ready? Gonna take it all? Got so much cum for you, princess!"

You shake your head, hoping he takes some pity and pulls out.

"Nooo, Aki. Take it out. Don't want you too."

Your mumbled denial definitely lacks conviction.

"Too fuckin bad, baby- ohhhhshit! Can't stop now. Mmmm.. 'S too amazin y/n. Ahhh.."

Aki fills you and then some, thick streams pushing out everytime he fucks back into you. You're thankful his strokes turn shallow at the end of his nut, energy draining from his limbs as he lays over you heavily.

Denji watches as he jerks, envious of the intimacy between you two as Aki pecks kisses all over your face.

"A-aki, 'm close, so fuckin close.. Can I cum? Please, Aki, please?"

"No. Hands off." Voice commanding, he's back to his stoic demeanor; even though his hips still stutter slowly into yours.

Denji groans in disbelief, droppin his hand reluctantly. He can't believe Aki's bein this way. You came and he clearly just satisfied himself, shivers still running through him as he pulls his dick out of you. So then why can't Denji find some fuckin relief too?

But then Denji's pleasantly surprised when Aki spreads you wide, both watching as his nut pools too your entrance. You cover your eyes with your arm, embarrassed how they stare at his cum slowly oozing out and into the big puddle beneath you.

Aki looks at Denji, smiling brightly; cock still stiff as fuck.

"Kay, Denji. Put it in, your turn.."

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krewekreep · 6 months

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1.5K Words. tags: Praise Kink, Male Sub, Sub!BF AU, Committed Relationship AU, I’ll fill the rest out later. (Is a Respect Kink a thing? Or am I just deprived?) ((asking for a friend…))

Sub!BF who thinks you’re cruel the way you bend over to show him your welcoming pussy as he watches TV. Who can’t take the way you put him on his hands and knees, a drooling mess inches away from your noisy wet warmth as you finger yourself and play with your nipples. Who knows better than to touch you without permission or else he’s punished from touching you at all.

The submissive boy who gets nervous, pacing with sweaty palms when you text a slutty photo in your work uniform captioned: “they pissed me off at work today…be ready.” The Sub!Boyfriend that begins to clean and cook in preparation of your usually rough entrance. Who goes to the bathroom to freshen up so when you nuzzle against him it’s your favorite fragrances of vanilla, lavender, and bergamot. He who knows to use a little of your lotion for that added touch.

The Sub!BF that gloats to his other sub friends you can get him off by just kissing him. That his dom doesn’t leash him, or talk down to him. That his dom is the sweetest person in the world and takes care of him best. How you have to tell him it’s not appropriate to judge other dynamics and be a brat. How he doesn’t care cause that’s what he’s there to do…praise you beyond belief. How he holds your hands in his extremely sincere as he breaks his usual cooing to tell you how appreciative he is of you. How you allowed him to explore safely and feel fully loved. How you cry at his sincerity to which he grins widely, quickly rushing into the other room.

The Sub!BF that knows things did get out of hand. And you guys weren’t even supposed to get this far…and that’s why a black box with a ring adorned in your favorite jewel/metal is shaking in his nervous hand. How he tells you to close your eyes and at your protest pouting with an adorable “Pleasseeee?” When you give in and feel a soft velvet box in your hands. A promise ring. The Sub!BF that fell over in love with you when you said without a second thought: “Cock rings? A cock cage? I’ll only do that if you really make me mad…I’ll think about it. Your dick is mine, it is claimed. You do not need to be caged.”

How his previous experiences made him feel he had to submit a specific kind of way. He rests easy against your chest, sleepy, actually relaxed and feeling safe, as you tell him about your day. Who fights for the respect of your dynamic exclaiming: “This is my Dom! She is also my woman! But she’s only mine because I am hers, first. Don’t make me disappoint her by punching you in the face. She’ll deny me an orgasm!!”

The Sub!BF that asks permission so much you remind him in public to try toning it down…to which he then only shouts annoyed “What? I can’t ask if it’s okay? Who the fuck is gonna tell me I can’t ask my woman what she thinks? You have the final say!” In front of the cashiers who were previously side-eyeing you, now deep in registers or finding something to do.

How he asks if he can title you. As a new dom with somewhat of a respect kink you thought hard about it. Master was saved for especially salacious times. Ma’am and Mistress are too obvious, plus don’t suit you that much. You wanted something disguised, it turned you on to know when he’d say a certain term of endearment in public only he and you knew how you earned it. You thought on the time you first were dating, he was more overtly dominant but showing signs. You were ungraciously bumped into and huffed towards by a larger man you suppose had much to do. While annoyed being bumped into wasn’t the end of the world. You look around again with your new bae nowhere in sight…

“Hey, dickhead.” Your new bae was in front of the guy, hands in pockets staring a hole into him. You’d never seen him so protective and kinda sinister. You were so turned on. “You bumped into my girl. Say sorry.” The guy of course feels challenged and attempts to raise his voice. Before he could begin to cuss back your bae punched him in the face sending him flying. “You wanna disrespect my woman?” You leapt to him removing him as quickly as possible. You didn’t care at all about his defending you. It’s what he should do you thought. Having someone defend you like that was thrilling honestly. But you guys had to vacate as the scene brought attention and mall cops towards you.

You decided your title would be “my woman.” He looked at you confused. “Why that?” And as you elaborated, bringing his hand to your wetness. He understood. “Baby…” he cooed. “Can I please eat you?” He’d never asked outright for permission before. Newly dating for all of three months you both really agreed to take it slow. Hot headed as he was you could handle him and he never was that way with you. The title in public would make your thighs squeeze together. And depending on the conversation, like when you overheard him gaming bragging on you way too hard…that “my woman” sent you into the room. “Hi guys sorry to interrupt. I need to take him away for a bit. But he’ll be back.” Without a confirmation you hung up his headset, removed the controller from his hands, was nice enough to try saving his game to which he said it was auto…then turned the tv off, lights off, demanded he not move, nearing him to hit your knees and suck him off. His hand went to your hair to which you shook your head in disagreement. “Don’t touch. This for me. Not for you.” And how not soon after he came hard in your mouth leaning forward as his abs bent and tensed. “Oh my—baby I needed that. Thank you.” He says through labored breathing. How he raises you up to sit you in his lap. Purring and breathing heavy against your ear. How he peppered you all over in kisses that made you giggle.

You’d never tell him but you loved earning his submissiveness. Every time he unlocked himself to ask you to try something or let him try something the build of yearning was soon behind. You were attracted to him because of his masculinity which was still fully intact. How sexy it was for a man to take pride in being a sub. Overhearing him again mention he had been in some really unhealthy situations. How he was actually scared thinking he was a fucked up person for desiring that and that then he deserved to be treated unwell. How you had not known how many men in general wanted to pursue subbing. And how emotional you were knowing he really trusted you with his safety. How you’d likely eviscerate whoever had hurt him. And how you didn’t recognize the angry bubble of protection and ownership brewing in your gut.

You’d never tell him because you’d show him. “Here baby,” passing him meal preps for the gym you created in secret. “You love chicken, I get it, but you have to eat it differently sometimes. Plus you don’t moderate your calories enough. I know you want to build but don’t skip out tryna attain a certain physique. I’ll love you regardless and kill whoever complains.” You kiss him easily with no humor or tease in your statement. Kill? Who? Why? He was shook by your easy declaration thinking to himself how he’d kill anyone for you but that you didn’t need to know that. All he could do was watch you in love, never looking away. “Baby…I love you.” He says. It’s nothing to him. He loved you after your first date and really prayed to something unknown you’d work out. You look up at him beaming. “Really? I love you too baby!!” And as you kissed him you pulled away rushing him to the door. “Okay, okay, we’ll be all lovey dovey later.” He wants to protest but knows better. “You have to get to the gym on time so you can complete your routine on time so you can get to work on time!!! Bye bye! Don’t text and drive and you know I can tell.” Kissing him again as he holds his food against his chest like a kid dropped off at school. As you close the door you already are planning the meal he will eat when he gets home. As the door closes in his face all he could do is chuckle to himself before turning to start his day. “Hmmm, that’s really my woman isn’t it?”

Who: Denji, Yuuji, Gojo (this Nigga a sub to me 110%, I’ll fight for it.), Ichigo (moreso Ichigo in the beginning of Bleach.), Eren (if you disagree be serious with yourself…he’s an angry sub.), + whoever else!!! Lmk cause I’m building a sub list of sorts.

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bobeni · 1 year

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✶ users! › denji, m!reader.

✶ synopsis! › it could no longer be simply considered a coincidence; with how denji always seemed to pop up at the same time, at the same little store, just to see you.

✶ wrdcnt! › 1,586.

✶ cw’s! › fluff, possible ooc here we go, simp denji, trio stuff in the beginning, this is probably unnecessarily long lmao. i used they/them for the reader for one line, btw.

“Aw crap, we’re out of cereal and milk again! I’ma head out to the store to get some more!” Denji shouted as he zipped past two lazy bodies to the front door, snatching his hoodie off the rack with poorly disguised eagerness.

Aki sighed, looking up from the creased daily newspaper. “Again? That’s the third time this month.” His orbs followed Denji’s haste movements to shrug on the clothing.

The blond barely spared him a glance as he tried to fix his bedhead, “Yeah, yeah, I know, right? It’s bogus how Power keeps eating it all.” He feigned understanding just as said girl squawked at the blame now delivered to her shoulders. “What the fuck? I haven’t even touched the cereal since two weeks ago!” She yelled, mouth full of her breakfast, unfortunately it was just amalgamation of bacon and eggs.

“Ya can’t fool me, Powy, I know you sneak around in the middle of night, scarfing that shit down.” The gobsmacked look on blonde’s face was one Denji could remember for centuries.

“You bi一” as she was prepared to scream her indignation, she was stopped in her tracks by Aki’s agitated groan, followed by Denji’s so-called reassurance.

“Don’t worry, though,” the boy flicked the lock open, stepping an inch outside the apartment with every syllable. “I’ll make sure to replenish your stash, so don’t wait up!” Denji grinned at that last part, officially saying his leave to the both of them, the door narrowly missing his behind with how fast he tried to shut it.

With the boy off and out, Aki’s eyes lingered on the door. But they began to narrow in suspicion, prompting him to rise from the coach and walk into the kitchen for further investigation.

However, his investigation ended as soon as it started. The man found not just one, but several boxes of cereal, moderately filled. As well as the milk, as far back in fridge as it was, half full. This made his face scrunch up in confusion as he shut the fridge and leaned against it to turn his attention to Power一who now had a lap full of Meowy, clearly had to have been ruffled by the morning ruckus and sauntered out of their bedroom.

“Power,” Aki started. She nodded in his direction, still stuffing her face. “We’re still good on breakfast一he’s not just ‘going to the store,’ is he?” He wondered aloud, sighing at the thought of Denji pulling some shit.

“Yes, see!” she jabbed a finger in the air, “He’s up to something. Something... I can assume is very stupid.” Then Power just pets a purring Meowy as Aki shakes his head at it all.

Geez, that was close, Denji thought as he strolled down the sidewalk. It was getting real tiring having to think excuses pertaining to various foods they did or didn’t have. Many apologies and more to his family, but he couldn’t let them know the reason why he had those excuses for where he was going一especially not Power, god, he’d probably never hear the end of it.

Oh, what was the reason exactly?

He has a crush.

That’s right, the reason why he began waking up early in the morning and trying to make sure not a single hair was out of place一well, in his own unique way一was because someone is after Denji’s heart. And he’d so let them take it if they pleased.

One day when it was actually his duty to do some shopping, at this little grocery store a few blocks down from his apartment, is where he met you.

He was only there to gather the items on the short list that Aki handed over to him that morning, but when you stepped up next to him while he was eying two freaky looking fish, and the shy offer for assistance flew out of your mouth, he found himself a bit touched.

“But you don’t even work here, though?” was what he said back then, now eying you.

“Do I have to work here in order to help out some clearly indecisive guy?” The little chuckle that you ended your rebuttal with was unfortunately cute enough that it made his heart jump in his chest. When you leaned over to help him pick the better fish, his heart was absolutely drumming at how close you were and how easily his hand could slip into yours.

He didn’t say a single word of complaint when you offered to help him finish up his shopping; he just let his cheeks burn a bright pink while he trailed behind you with two baskets and hearts for eyes.

After that day, every other week or so he’d pop up at the store, yearning to see you, while also juggling his best attempts to make his appearances look normal and coincidental.

It was a flawless plan in his mind. Every day you two seemed to be getting closer and closer; then soon, he couldn’t deny the hope that lingered.

Even if it should’ve been embarrassing一considering how easily he fell for you after only meeting a handful of times. But he couldn’t really find it in himself to give a fuck.

Denji smiled proudly, maybe he could finally get to do all the things couples do with you.

Meanwhile the blond was gushing, it didn't occur to him that had already arrived at the store until he heard that familiar bell’s jingle giving him the signal.

Then he let his eyes wander, searching the store trying to pick you out of the bustling crowd of shoppers. He stumbled upon right when he almost missed you; you were crouched down by a vending machine, mashing away at the buttons.

With a little bit of pep in his step, he made a b-line for you.

“Good mornin’, [name].” Denji jostled the keys in his pocket when he tried to wave. You looked up at the approach and softly smiled at him. “Hi there, Denji. You doing some shopping again?” you made casual conversation as you were inserting money into the slot. Pink dusted his cheeks as he immediately responded with no, in his head. But in real life he stuck with a shy confirmation and told you that he just needed some cereal.

But as you were prepared to say something else, you were interrupted by two bags of chips spilling out of the bottom.

“Holy shit, what did you do?” Denji was cackling at the surprise you exuded.

“I don’t even fucking know,” you chuckled, pushing yourself up from the ground. “But how perfect is this?” the smile on your face was too warm, too soft, he almost ignored the next words that came out of your mouth.

“One for me, and one for you, Denji.”

You held out a bag for him and he stared in disbelief.

“You’re... gonna share with me?” He hesitantly reached for the bag, awaiting your next answer.

Still smiling you told him exactly what he wanted to hear, “I’ll always split stuff with people I like. Obviously.”

Obviously, you said. You also said that he’s one of the people you like. Obviously.

He was so glad it was obvious to you because he clearly missed a chapter or two一but he didn’t care, this was what he was hoping for the entire time. Maybe he’s got it.

“[Name]...” Denji called as you were already munching on your bag of chips. You immediately caught his eye, humming as you wait for the moment the boy was ready to speak.

“I... I just want ya to know that I really, really like you.” The blond laid his heart out on the table. “And I wanna date you and一nd take you out someday...?” He squeezed his eyes shut and focused on the chatter of civilians the longer you kept quiet. And he was actually so ready to bolt out of the store right about now if this goes down a road he hadn’t hoped for.

But there you go, exceeding his expectations again.

“I know,” is what you said.

Denji’s eyes snapped open at that and you laughed at the shock written all over his face.

“You know? Wha一Whaddya mean you knew?” Because of the shock, Denji’s voice also was getting louder so you took his hand and led him outside to avoid any suspicious eyes. Though you were laughing along the way, Denji was angry pouting as he tried to shush you.

Calming down a bit, you stuttered out apologies before confessing. “I’m sorry, Denji, but it’s not like you tried to hide it or anything一” his mouth fell open. “I coulda sworn I was being subtle!” That was one of his most natural build ups for a confession, like, ever.

“You have the subtlety of a puppy,” you covered your face as you snort. “But that’s okay because it’s one of the things I like about you.” He flushed red underneath your teasing gaze.

“So... ya really do like me then?” Denji didn’t take his eyes off of you this time. This new smile of yours formed cute little crinkles around your eyes and he thinks it’s one of his favorites.

“If I say yes, would you be my boyfriend?” The sly question had Denji’s heart doing flips. He’d love nothing more than to wear the title of your boyfriend and to have you as his.

So he answered with a kiss.

✶ notes! › i actually completed this holy mf shit i did not have hope. i still think it’s literally too long for my original plan but whatever i’m kinda happy with what i came up with.

#✧ ˖ ⠀ sin’s joint . ❜#i. ֺ ۪ 𝅄 ▸ ⠀ the sky just seems so blue . ❜#ִֶָ𖤐˚ ⠀ csm.#ִֶָ𖤐˚ ⠀ denji.#csm x male reader #chainsaw man x male reader #denji x male reader #csm x black!reader #chainsaw man x black!reader #male reader #black male reader #male reader insert #x male reader

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sanjisluvbot · 1 year

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⋆˙⊹MASTERLIST˖⁺ 🪼

Extra disclaimer : I will not do smut for minors, I can give you a little kiss or something but that’s it.

SERIES:

Isekai Yandere Strawhats 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10 11 12 13 14 15 16 17 18 19

Strawberry fields josuke x black fem reader Pt1 Pt2 Pt3 Pt4 ( maybe )

Miguel O’Hara x Black Fem Reader Pt1 Pt2?

Isekai Yandere Strawhats CH 2 1

ONESHOTS:

Sanji x Black Fem Reader GOOD DAYS

Isekai BNHA x Black Fem Reader

Don’t Drink The Tea

Nami x Black Fem Reader Time well spent

Zoro x Black Fem Reader Time apart

Yander Josuke x Black Fem Reader ( Aged up )

Portgas D. Ace x Fem reader live

Isekai Yandere Strawhats x BNHA Black Fem reader

Isekai Platonic Yandere Strawhats

Getou Suguru Hopes And Dreams

HEADCANNONS:

Platonic Yandere Todoroki

Bakugo X black Fem realtionship HC

Bucciarati x Black Fem Reader relationship HC

Isekai Yandere Strawhats x Distrustful reader

JOJO:

One piece:

My hero academia:

Naruto:

Chainsawman:

AKI X Black Fem Reader

SPECIFIC CHARACTERS:

Katsuki Bakugo:

Todoroki Shoto:

Jotaro Kujo:

Josuke Higashikata: Strawberry fields

AKI:

Gojo Satoru:

Fushiguro Megumi:

Nanami Kento:

Sanji: A prince’s wish

Zoro:

Eustass Kidd:

Killer:

Trafalgar Law:

Portgas D. Ace: Live

Hatake Kakashi: The student becomes the teacher

Shikamaru:

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ruubric · 1 year

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Hello, welcome to the Ruubric Letter Station

Heyy, you. I've got many letters to pick one, a little present from me to you. All meant to take you on adventures with your and my favorite characters.

All you have to do is take your pick.

Haikyuu!!

<3 Shoyo Hinata

Contents: The Make-Up Ace

<3 Kuroo Tetsurou

Contents: The Girl With The Glittery Lips, Horny for The Holidays (challenge)

<3 Keiji Akaashi

Contents: The Compliment Jar

<3 Tooru Oikawa

Contents: Love Bites and Girl Frights

<3 Kenma Kozume

Contents: Big Shoppin'

My Hero Academia

<3 Keigo Takami "Hawks"

Contents: Shivers of Delights

<3 Touya Todoroki "Dabi"

Contents: Come, Dance with Me

<3 Mina Ashido

Contents: There's Something About Her

Tokyo Revengers

<3 Takashi Mitsuya

Contents: The Upside of The Unrequited

Chainsaw Man

<3 Aki Hayakawa

Contents: Of Devils that disguise Angels

While my letter writing may be inconsistent, I'm always thinking about you, okay?

And who knows, maybe soon, you'll be able to request what you'd like me to write about, and I'll do it.

;) wouldn't that be nice?

best wishes,

Ruubric

#haikyuu x female reader #my hero academia x female reader #tokyo revengers x reader #haikyuu x reader #mha x reader #black y/n #black reader #anime fanfic #chainsaw man x black reader

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pfpanimes · 1 year

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⌕ chainsaw man - yoshida hirofumi.

like or reblog if you save/use.

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dex0s · 7 months

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☆ ͡ ݂･ﾟﾟ･｡ALL GENDERS ALLOWED 𝔪𝔶 𝔫𝔞𝔪𝔢 𝔦𝔰 𝔇𝔈𝔛 𝔟𝔲𝔱 𝔶𝔬𝔲 𝔠𝔞𝔫 𝔞𝔩𝔰𝔬 𝔠𝔞𝔩𝔩 𝔪𝔢 𝔇𝔇 (ℑ 𝔠𝔞𝔫 𝔡𝔬 𝔗𝔍 𝔱𝔬𝔬)ℑ’𝔪 𝔞 𝔱𝔞𝔱𝔱𝔬𝔬 𝔞𝔯𝔱𝔦𝔰𝔱 𝔞𝔫𝔡 𝔴𝔯𝔦𝔱𝔦𝔫𝔤 𝔦𝔰 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔰𝔦𝔡𝔢 𝔤𝔦𝔤 𝔬𝔯 𝔴𝔥𝔞𝔱 ℑ 𝔡𝔬 𝔴𝔥𝔢𝔫 ℑ’𝔪 𝔟𝔬𝔯𝔢𝔡 ℑ’𝔪 18 𝔶𝔢𝔞𝔯𝔰 𝔬𝔩𝔡 , 𝔪𝔶 𝔷𝔬𝔡𝔦𝔞𝔠 𝔰𝔦𝔤𝔫 𝔦𝔰 𝔞 𝔱𝔞𝔲𝔯𝔲𝔰, ℑ’𝔪 𝔞 𝔄𝔣𝔯𝔦𝔠𝔞𝔫-𝔄𝔪𝔢𝔯𝔦𝔠𝔞𝔫 𝔭𝔢𝔯𝔰𝔬𝔫. ℑ 𝔤𝔬 𝔟𝔶 𝔗𝔥𝔢𝔶/𝔗𝔥𝔢𝔪 𝔟𝔲𝔱 𝔱𝔯𝔲𝔩𝔶 ℑ 𝔡𝔬𝔫’𝔱 𝔠𝔞𝔯𝔢 𝔴𝔥𝔞𝔱 𝔶𝔬𝔲 𝔲𝔰𝔢

💋MASTERLIST • OTHER ACCOUNT • MORE…⛓️

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gl1tch3doracle · 5 months

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can we get a yoru x f/non-binary reader which doesn't end with the reader getting turned into a weapon (also with a little asa sprinkled in)

Love Yoru and Asa, but I dunno how much romance is actually in this thing. It's pretty long compared to my usual word count, so I don't know how spread out it could be or if things are rushed.

Anyway...

⊹ ࣪ ˖ Conflict of Interests ˖ ࣪⊹

Love Asa and Yoru and imo both need more love, but specifically Yoru.

➸ Yoru + !Neutral!Reader, Asa + !Neutral!Reader

➸ Word count; 3849 words,

➸ Warnings for gore, because this is CSM and it's Yoru. No spoilers (that I know of)

➸ Aside from the gore, I don't believe there are any other content warnings either. Don't know how well this flows because none of my work is beta read and I was also losing motivation by the end of this because I cranked this out in about two or three hours.

All things considered, you were adapting to your new life in Japan pretty well. At least, it felt like it.

Communication wasn't an issue, which was a relief - Neither was money, but your biggest problem so far was being directionally challenged. It complicated your routine to the utmost degree, and what was supposed to be a simple shopping trip had taken more than three hours because somewhere along the way you'd taken a wrong turn. Which was why, in your current moment, you were wandering aimlessly around the backstreets of Kyoto, meandering closely to the nearby high school. Silent as it was at the current hour, it still felt weird knowing that if you never left home, you'd probably be stuck in a building like that for hours on end.

You weren't though, and you were also lost. Which seriously wasn't fun, especially when you had a younger brother at home left unsupervised.

What was even less fun, though, (besides the thought of a rouge twelve-year-old boy) was the lack of people around you. Sure it was late, school was finished and the teenagers had cleared the food stalls and vendors and had already gone home, but it wasn't late enough that people would be tucking up in their homes already. The sun was still peaked beyond the horizon, casting pale light amok the city - The streetlights weren't even on yet, and yet the roads were emptier than a bucket with a hole in the bottom.

You weren't sure if that should make you feel relieved, or even more anxious than you already were.

Your first thought was a devil attack. They were common enough, and although the living embodiments of fear preferred more public areas (more fear to feed on, you assumed?) that didn't mean the weaker devils didn't slink around alleys like shifty cats when the darkness fell. And it was that thought exactly that kept you from calling out for help.

It was certainly a nerve-wracking thought, that was for sure, and a part of your new life that you weren't ever sure you were going to get used to. At least back home, devil attacks weren't nearly as common as they were 'round the streets of Kyoto. Sure, you'd go through attack drills like any other school, but luckily for you, you'd never had the misfortune of meeting one face-to-face on the streets. You couldn't even imagine the pure terror you might feel in that scenario - The pungent fear, the visceral pounding of your heart in your ears, the fight-or-flight instinct failing to kick in, maybe even the sickening, cloying stench of iron blood swarming your nose-

Huh. That wasn't good.

That sickly sweet, cloying iron scent of blood was swarming your nose.

You froze, rounding the corner, feet rooted to the ground. You almost flinched at the wet squelch that met your shoe instead of the steady tap against worn, greening concrete. Didn't have to look down to know that pools of blood were lapping seamlessly on your brand-new shoes. You didn't know what made you wince more, the price of the now ruined shoes, or the feeling of pungent fear that struck you at the unsightly view of bulging intestines flung around the wider street in front of you.

Gross - Disgusting. There was no immediate threat, you deduced after a second or two of not being attacked. No, the devil that made this mess (inadvertently or otherwise) was sprawled in the middle of the street, gangly, twisted, fuzzy and bulbous body blocking the road like the world's most horrific barricade. It wasn't moving, fur clogged with blood and flesh and guts only wavered with the faint breeze, but its sides didn't heave like it was breathing, although you weren't entirely certain that devils had to breathe. 'It could still be a trap' Was the thought that bullied its way to the forefront of your mind, and yet you still couldn't find it in yourself to move.

For the first time in what had to be a good long while since you'd left the store, you saw someone else. At first, your heart froze as the bee-like body of the devil shuddered and shook - It rolled onto its side, spilling more of its entrails onto the path. They slithered up to you sluggishly, like a trash heap toppling over, but the insectile face filled with jagged and snaggled teeth was blank as ever. There was no life behind those eyes, but you were more focused on the girl who'd effortlessly posed herself atop the body of the beast.

She wore a school uniform, you noticed, paired with an otherworldly cutlass held firmly in her right hand. The world around the two of you was eerily silent, ear-splitting and ringing in your mind. You clutched your bags a little tighter, the plastic crinkling, rustling ever so slightly in your fist.

The hunter whipped around to face you - She couldn't have been much older than you, but her darker hair framed her face fiercely, fire-ringed eyes glaring you down with such hostility that it almost gave you whiplash. She didn't budge from her spot, but her shoulders drew up tightly as she held her weapon in front of her defensively.

You just blinked - The smell of blood wasn't as pungent as when it first hit you, settling over you like a blanket. You just lifted your shirt, covering your nose as you waved the brooding, mysterious and most likely murderous stranger over to you. From where you stood, you could see the way she froze, face twisting from a scowl into confusion, before the crisscrossing scars on her face literally melted into her own skin, leaving her in perfect condition.

The sword clattered mutely against what looked like a misshapen lung, and the girl set her foot down firmly against the joint of a broken leg. It gave out immediately, and you could only watch as she yelped and tumbled haphazardly from the corpse into a pool of blood. The aura she'd been carrying up until that moment disappeared the second she looked up at you again. Her eyes no longer glowed like red-hot embers, mellow brown eyes looking nothing but defeated.

She shook herself once and heaved herself to her feet, shuffling over to your relatively clear patch on the fringe of carnage.

"Hello?" Her voice cracked awkwardly. You couldn't help but purse your lips sympathetically.

"Hey," You began, reaching into your pocket. Just your luck that you had a clean packet of tissues packed. "I was just wondering how to get back to the main road. I'm new to the area, and I'm kinda lost."

You offered her the tissues, and it looked like she was about ready to cry at the gesture.

"Oh, uh, sure. I could walk you," She froze, dabbing the blood from her cheek, "-only cause I also need to walk that way," Her face pulled into a grimace, and she subtly flinched as if someone was poking fun at her. She opened her mouth a few times, gaping like a fish before her face flushed red. Without another word, she hurried around the corner you'd just rounded, and you just followed without another word.

She didn't talk, never glanced in your direction to see if you were following her. You didn't mind, though, because you were just happy to see life slowly returning around you - Moreso the sounds of traffic and chatter and city ambience that you'd slowly lost over the past few hours. The joy of finally returning to a place you could somewhat navigate diverged your attention, so by the time you turned to at least thank your guide, she was already long gone.

It wasn't really your problem if she didn't want to stick around. What was your problem was the little brother you'd left at home by himself. You hoped that the apartment was still in one piece by the time you'd made it back.

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You finally visited the school. It certainly looked different teeming with student pushing and shoving their way to freedom. It also felt a lot different, seeing people your age running around in uniforms, talking to friends and passing by you without a second look. The uniforms, in particular, gave you a pause - They itched your brain in the most peculiar way until you remembered why. The same girl you'd met about a week ago, the one who'd slain the bee-like devil, had worn the very same uniform. Albeit, hers was doused in blood and cuts, it was no doubt the very same one.

That was a thought for later. You tapped your foot impatiently against the ground, waiting for your brother to finally make an appearance. You supposed his tardiness was payback for the time you got lost and spent hours wandering the backstreets of Kyoto, but you couldn't help but feel impatient.

He appeared a second later, thankfully, surrounded by a group of kids his age. It was nice to see him fitting in, especially after he'd only been going to his new school for about a week, although you had to admit it was funny seeing him freeze as soon as he saw you waiting at the front gate.

"Why are you here?" He scampered away from his group, looking more nervous than annoyed. You fixed him with a perpetually bored look.

"I came here to walk you home, idiot, why else? For shits and grins?" You quirked an eyebrow. He sighed and sagged his shoulders.

"But… I was gonna hang out with my new friends…" You gasped dramatically.

"And you were gonna make me walk home all by myself?" Your brother cringed. You felt nothing but satisfaction. With a sigh, you pat him on the shoulder.

"Just be back in time for dinner," You paused and set him with a stern expression. "And steer clear of devils, alright? I want you back in one piece."

He only gave you a big smile and a rushed thanks before running off, quickly rejoining his group. You shook your head and stretched your arms, noticing how quickly the crowds around you had thinned out around you.

"Oh, it's you again," You turned on your heel, coming face to face with the same, sharp-eyed dark-haired girl you'd briefly met a few weeks ago. Her face was riddled with scars again, clean cut, rough against her pale skin. You furrowed your brow, wondering if your memory was playing tricks on you.

"It's me? You were the girl who killed the devil, right?" You just had to make sure. She puffed up, eyes practically glowing orange and she fixed you with a pompous look.

"That's me. I'm an expert with any sort've melee weapon," She waved her hand as if shooing away an annoying insect from her ear. "But that's not why I came over here," Her eyes gleamed, "I was just wondering if you wanted to go shopping with me, y'know, have a walk around?"

You did a double-take.

The idea sounded nice, making a new friend, and there was a regular food vendor that you'd been meaning to try recently. But the idea of going with a stranger you'd really only just met set of alarms in your brain.

'However…' She was admittedly pretty. Those bright eyes that seemed to peer into your soul, a sharp, clean smile with long dark hair. 'Plus, it'll be in public, right? Plenty of other students and people around.'

"Yeah, sure, I have time," You missed the way her smile grew ever so slightly, stretching just further than a human could naturally.

However odd the situation was, you couldn't deny it was nice to finally have someone other than your brother to talk to. Admittedly, it was also odd how her bravado slipped the minute you turned to walk into the city, but you also found the marine life facts she sputtered out like she'd rehearsed were entertaining. She just seemed happy that you didn't seem bored out of your mind.

Asa Mitaka, you learned her name was. Wasn't usually one to talk to people, and she said it was a miracle she was able to muster up the courage to talk to you in the first place. She pointedly refused to make eye contact most of the time, which was fine in your opinion since at least the conversation was kept in a lively ebb and flow you weren't entirely used to.

She talked with an edge to her voice, not an annoyed one, but rather a nervous one. You didn't really want to ask about it, seeing as you used to do something similar when you were younger, however, Asa beat you to the punch.

"I don't have many friends - I had one before, but, well, she died in a devil attack not too long ago," She peered through a window store, just looking at the array of shoes that were for sale. "I mean, I haven't had many friends at all. Just the one." You stepped up next to her, but she just peered sadly beyond the glass.

Brown eyes. You squinted. Perhaps the light turned them orange. You once knew someone whose hazel eyes turned yellow under the light. Orange wasn't too far from brown.

"Maybe we can be friends," You asked, almost absentmindedly. Asa whipped around to stare at you, her mouth hanging open. Her eyes flickered back and forth - From your face, to behind you, maybe. She worried her bottom lip between her teeth nervously and didn't say anything.

That made your heart twist a little. Ouch.

Taking a break from the sun, the two of you were stopped at a vending machine under shade, grabbing a few drinks. It was mostly quiet aside from the sound of the machine working, clanging softly as coins were inserted. You were leaning against a wall when a little thing approached you out of the corner of your eye.

"Aw, cute. Kitty cat," You kneeled and reached out your hand, letting the feline sniff your fingers before it rubbed its head along your palm. Asa made a noise halfway between a choke and a squeak before shuffling a few paces backwards.

"Yeah, cute," She seemed preoccupied, whispering something urgently under her breath. Which was odd - You were going to ask if she was okay, but Asa was suddenly in your face before you could react, those same, orange-ringed eyes staring into your very being.

Orange. Not brown.

Preoccupied, a hot flush covered your face.

"Come with me. I wanna show you something cool," The bravado was back, oddly enough. No trace of the nervous high-schooler, but rather, the cool, confident and dangerous devil hunter you'd seen the first time you'd met eyes.

The change made you nervous, but also, you couldn't really say no to a pretty and confident girl asking you to come with her, especially when she'd been so heartening throughout your entire afternoon. She sealed the deal by taking your hand in hers, wrapping her lithe fingers confidently around your own in a way that made your heart thud errantly in your ribcage. Starved for human touch, you followed her as she tugged you along with enthusiasm.

It made butterflies tumble around in your chest, a sense of happiness and friendship you hadn't known in a while. It made you feel like a normal teen, running through the city with their friend, laughing happily together. You didn't have to care about making dinner, or phoning your parents in another country, or worrying about bills - You got to just run around without care plaguing your brain. You didn't care about the people you ran past, didn't even care as the streets thinned and people slowly appeared less and less around you. You didn't even realise that Asa had dragged you into something that was nothing less than an alley.

You only realised when she'd stopped laughing and was instead standing stock still between you and your freedom.

You also stopped laughing. Your heart dropped deep into your stomach.

"Ah, shit," You puffed, still catching your breath. "Well, I guess it was a dumb mistake to follow a stranger through the city." You tried to laugh away the atmosphere - You wanted to believe that you'd make it back home to see your family again, but somehow, seeing Asa's burning orange eyes made you doubt the chance that that would ever happen.

"Not surprised. Humans aren't the smartest," She offhandedly remarked, watching you like a dingo would watch a human baby. Although, no, that wasn't entirely right. There was a cold, analytical feeling behind it, not a sensation of hunger. But that word, the little indication - 'human.'

"You're a devil."

It was less a question and more of a statement. Asa smiled and cocked her head.

"A devil you couldn't even begin to fathom," Those same ringed eyes burned, pinning you to the wall. You furrowed your brow, gut-twisting and your neurotically swayed, judging how far you could possibly make it before she could close the distance.

"Lay it on me. I'm pretty smart," Were the dying words you chose to go with. However scary a devil she could be, Asa was also still in the body of a high-school girl. The sight wasn't particularly scary compared to the devils you'd seen in the past.

"You're bravado won't save. It certainly didn't save my host," Asa reached out her hand toward you, pinprick eyes staring you down with such complexity. The visage reminded you of an owl.

"I am not Asa," Asa began - "Asa is a part of me, and I am a part of her, yet, in the end, we are two different beings." You tilted your head.

"Then, who are you?" You shimmied against the wall, trying to perhaps slide your way to freedom.

Asa closed the distance instantly, digging her fingers into your scalp with such ferocity that you could feel it digging into bone with enough force to pin you to the spot, but not enough to shatter your skull instantly.

"I don't have a name, but I go by Yoru - The devil of war."

"(Name). Spinal cord sword."

You held your breath.

Nothing happened.

Yoru furrowed her brow.

"(Name). Spinal cord sword."

Her face morphed into a scowl, and then a snarl.

You gave her a look, one that asked 'what the hell are you doing' and you knew she knew exactly what you were thinking.

"What the fuck - Why isn't it working?" She let you go, shoving you painfully into the wall. You were dazed, now had a sore head and probably a minor concussion, but you were alive and your limbs weren't twisted into a gorey weapon. Your eyes focussed just in time to see Asa, or Yoru? Punch a hole in the nearby brick wall.

"It's because of you!" Yoru shouted at a patch of empty air. "You and your stupid human feelings and your pathetic nature to fall in love with someone who shows you a smidge of kindness and your stupid nature infecting my mind! Sharing a body with you has done nothing but hinder me!"

Yoru howled and whined like a toddler, bashing her fists against the same wall she'd punched a hole through, clutched her hair with her face screwed up into a childish scowl. She whipped around to stare in the vague direction she'd done so before, her scowl deepening with her teeth bared in a snarl.

"I AM NOT STUPID!" And with that, the anger was gone. The scars were gone, too. Her eyes were a rich shade of brown, deep, with flecks of gold and faint rings that seemed reminiscent of the war devil's own eyes. You had no idea if it was the influence of the devil herself, or if Asa's (?) eyes naturally looked like that.

An ear-splitting silence settled over the scene. Asa slumped against the wall, curled into the pit of carnage Yoru had carved with her bare fists. She just sat there, staring blankly ahead, eyes hooded and squinted as if someone was yelling at her. You were in a similar boat, head pounding, trickling of blood dribbling from your hairline, down your face and dripping onto the concrete below.

"So," You hummed. Asa flinched, but she didn't stop staring into the empty air ahead of her. "What the fuck was that all about?"

"That, uh, was Yoru." She didn't say anything else.

"And Yoru is the war devil?" Asa nodded.

…

"Mind explaining what's going on?" Asa finally pulled herself together, physically.

"It's a long story," She offered, trying to pull her hair into a pair of twintails.

"Well, I have to make dinner. Fancy staying over?" The words were out of your mouth before you could even think about them. Why you were inviting the war devil over for dinner, or at least the host of the war devil, you had no idea. But you just had one question you really, really had to ask.

"Hey, do you know why she's such a baby?"

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"I'm heading out, be back soon!" Your brother yelled into the apartment, shrugging on a jacket.

"Don't fill up on junk food and don't talk to any weird devils, 'kay?" You yelled back. Your brother paused and looked at you before nudging his head in the direction of the other room. You scoffed.

"You know damn well what I mean!" Your brother laughed and locked the door behind him as he left.

Yoru appeared in the doorway as he left, a loaf of bread tucked under one arm with a slice hanging from her mouth.

"Where's he going?" The devil sat next to you at the kotatsu, absentmindedly watching whatever was playing on the tv set.

"To hang out with friends. He probably won't be back later so don't eat all the goddamn soba this time," You pointed your pen in her direction. The devil didn't seem particularly threatened, so you made a mental note to put aside a bowl for your brother.

"Hey, Yoru? Quick question," The devil grunted. "When will I see Asa again? Not that I don't appreciate your…" You paused and looked her up and down "Wonderful companionship, it feels weird to only see one of my girlfriends on a near daily basis."

Yoru scoffed and shrugged.

"When Mitaka can take control of this body, she's more than welcome to hang out with you," Yoru took the piece of bread she'd been eating and pressed it against your lips. You quirked an eyebrow but took a bite of the offered piece of bread. You decidedly didn't comment on her eating it plain, as last time resulted in a forty-minute tantrum including someone called 'Fami'.

After a moment of silence, Yoru stopped and grinned sharply. The same smile she gave you back in that alley all those months ago.

"Are you bullying Asa-" Yoru reached forward and grabbed you by both your wrists "-again?"

…

"Yoru?" The war devil smirked like a bitch.

"Yeah?"

"You're doing this to tease Asa, aren't you?" Yoru only cackled.

"Perhaps."

Asa is crying and shaking at the end. She can't believe Yoru would do something like that in front of her.

#asa mitaka x reader #asa x reader #yoru x reader #csm x reader #chainsaw man x reader #yoru is a black cat gf #asa is an orange cat gf #some fluff #can't believe yoru eats her bread plain smh #war devil x reader

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sonderessence · 9 months

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IFHY ... aki x fem black reader

warnings / contains: smoking, angst, reader/y/n uses she / her pronouns

synopsis: aki fucking hates how you make him feel.

✞ NOW PLAYING: IFHY, tyler the creator (ft. pharrell williams)

aki hated you.

he hated the way you made him feel, he hated the way he couldn't even look you in the eye when speaking to you.

he hated the way you looked at him with such admiration, he hated the way he couldn't think when he was around you, the way his heart fluttered at the slightest touch from you.

he hated the way your thighs were like drugs to him — all he could think about was his head in between your pretty thighs, his name rolling perfectly off your tongue as you grabbed onto his matte black hair, you chanting his name like a he's a god.

he hated the way you lighted up a room when you walked in it, smiling at every person who smiled back at you.

he hated the way you were so sweet and kind to power and denji, how they would tease him for his little " crush " on you behind your back.

he hated the way he thought of you, seeing you beautiful curves in that dress, that damn dress that he loved the most.

he hated how his mind was clouded with you — your smile, your curls, you body, you.

and there he was, blankly staring at you as you danced the night away on the club dance floor, no clue that aki was watching you.

you swayed you hips to the beat of the music, just you in your own world. god, he wanted to fuck you so bad, the thought of you whining beneath him as he whispered sweet nothings in your ear — and he was fucking hard again.

he hated the fact that he was too much of a pussy to tell you how he felt, only watching from afar with pain. all he wanted was you, and you were right there, right there for him.

you body swayed to the rythm of the music, alchol in your system and a wide grin on your face as you noticed aki staring in the distance.

he looked tired, he looked....off.

you ran up to him gleaming with joy. "akiii!" you called out "hey! didn't see you there!"

aki looked startled when he broke out of his trance, now noticing that you were right there in front of him. you looked even more beautiful up close.

aki muttered up a small 'hey' and smiled, despite how much his heart hurt.

"soooo," you dragged you the word as you sat on one of the stools. "what are you doing here? you coulda called 'n told me you were here!" you giggled.

"i didn't see you here." aki lied simply, he didn't know what to say to you at the moment, he was to drunk to comprehend why he was even here to begin with.

he pinched the bridge of his nose, his head spinning as he tried to focus on something else that wasn't you. you were like a drug to him — what he didn't need right now.

aki was known as the "uptight grumpy guy" according to power, and wasn't the first person you'd think would be obsessed with an outgoing young woman like yourself.

he grabbed a cigar from his back pocket, same brand he always got. one thing you remembered while working with him.

"y'know," you turned to him, pursing your lips together "you're gonna end up in the hospital 'cause of those."

"hm." was aki's response as he lit the deathly drug between his lips and took a long drag.

"are you okay, aki?" you asked softly, clearly worried. the music playing in the bar had died down, so he could hear you clearer than before.

"yes." aki answered, even thought he wanted to say no and pour his whole heart out to you.

"you don't look like it-"

"why do you care?"

"why do i care?" you scoffed "i'm worried aki, you look like you haven't slept in days." your voice was stern, and he could tell he disappointed you — and he hated that he did.

his hands shook and his leg bounced up and down, occasionally hitting the bottom of the counter. "m'sorry." he mumbled, his words slurred as he looked at the counter "things have been...pretty tough these past couple of weeks"

you sighed, resting your hand on his, which made him flinch. "why didn't you tell me? i could've helped..."

his heart ached. he wanted to tell you how he felt — but something stopped him. why? why couldn't he speak? why couldn't he tell you the truth to end this dark path he'd gone through?

"'m gonna go home." aki stood up, stumbling out the door. "w-wait!" you called out, following after him. "aki!"

you frowned, walking with him to his car. "you can't drive in this condition! you're piss drunk!"

"at least let me drive you..." you sighed, reaching a hand out towards his shaky ones. you could tell he was panicky, something you never saw in him.

"'cmon..." you didn't wait for him to answer, grabbing his hand and walking him to his car. you jumped in the drivers seat, grabbing aki's car keys and starting it when he got in.

the drive to aki's place was dead silent. he tried to calm himself down, drowning out the sounds blaring in his ears. he could feel you stare at him every chance you got, every red light you would glance at him with worry in your eyes. he didn't want you to worry.

"all right," you sighed, parking the car on his driveway and getting out. you walked over to drunk aki and offered a hand towards him, he was hesitant at first, but grabbed your hand and got out of the car.

aki's place hasn't changed, you weren't there often but whenever you would visit it always looked the same.

"you should go..." aki said sternly, not daring to look you in the eyes.

"i'm not doing that." you answered in the same tone. he sighed, knowing how you were, you wouldn't dare leave him in this condition.

he chuckled softly at your stubbornness, same as always.

aki didn't know what to say, and neither did you. you two just stood there in the middle of his living room.

you frowned, walking up to your "friend" and looking into his tired indigo eyes. "you can tell me what's wrong, aki." could he? why did he make this more complicated than it needed to be?

he took a shaky breath, looking back at you. he wanted to kiss you, so so bad. he loved you, but he didn't know if you felt the same way.

"im just tired..." he sighed.

"then sleep." you smiled softly, aki quietly chuckling at your smart remark.

"your right..." he looked deep into you eyes. "do you want to...stay...?"

you smiled softly "sure"

a/n: don't know how to end this 💪🏾

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