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nariism · 9 months

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chaos makes the muse

pair. hayakawa aki x gn!reader

content: enemies to lovers, fluff, mentions of addiction and smoking cigarettes (negatively, i'm sorry smokers pls look away), reader is a little shit and aki is sick and tired, swearing

synopsis. aki's life is defined by bad decisions and terrible habits. it culminated in you. he's screwed.

wc. 6.2k (oops)

a/n: this is my preemptive apology for all the smokers out there who i just slandered !! i am so sorry i love you. this fic was meant to be experimental with tropes and dynamics i've never tried before, sorry if it's not entirely up to standard :') i really tried my best guys... enjoy!

it started as a challenge.

it always starts as a challenge for aki — from the lit end of his cigarette to the place where it sits dangerously between his teeth. he picked it up as a bad habit from himeno. that was his first challenge; the way he'd adamantly refused to smoke but ultimately caved over a lukewarm bowl of ramen. what a depressing tale.

it wasn't meant to be anything more than a "why the hell not?" sort of defiance against the universe.

he hadn't been broken in by devil hunting yet and didn't need it as something to take the edge off. oh, how he wishes he could go back in time and slap himself silly.

day by day he found his reliance grew. an unpleasant itch in his throat, an insatiable craving that would slam into his chest and leave him breathless at the most inconvenient times. sometimes he would start muttering to himself in irritation when he got that familiar itch right after brushing his teeth.

as he got older and worked a little longer as a devil hunter, he grew less and less sane the longer he went without a smoke.

that was the second challenge; trying to focus on his jobs when his brain was buzzing with need. it was hard to stay sharp when he could feel the box sitting in his front pocket — agonizing, teasing, mocking him.

it's probably the reason he ended up in this mess in the first place, standing across from makima while she lists off all the ways he messed up on his last job. and the list is long. he must have really needed a dart.

so here he is, back turned to the door as he faces makima head-on. his fingers instinctively drum against the pocket of his pants, along the box sitting there, and all he can think is "i can't wait to get out of here for a smoke."

then the door swings open. a chill runs down his spine before he even turns around, because there's a certain air that enters the room unlike any he's felt before.

he's encountered the scariest devils out there. his whole family was taken out by a gargantuan gun-infested lovecraftian monster. but for some reason, aki gets an unfamiliar wave of horror that washes over him when he finally turns around.

"this is your new temporary partner until i'm sure you can be trusted alone on another mission."

and there you are. his third challenge.

you seem too relaxed to have been in this business for long, though it looks like you could only be a year or two younger than him. there's something about you that ticks him off. you're not a fiend — definitely not with how plain you are, but the way you're scowling at him as if he's a disease on this earth makes him second guess it.

aki can't even hear what makima is talking about anymore, too busy melting into a puddle under your heavy, judgemental glare. silence fills the room and aki is acutely aware that he's supposed to introduce himself, but you're too quick to speak and beat him to the punch.

"you smoke," is your deadpan and rather uncalled for observation.

"yes i do. and?"

you scrutinize him with a sneer, clearly disgusted.

"i don't like the smell of smoke. or smokers."

his jaw nearly drops at your bluntness. for the sake of keeping his cool exterior intact, he steels himself and takes a deep breath. it's fine. he knew how to deal with handfuls like you, like denji, like power. trouble kids. this would be easy–

"i promise you, i'll be uncooperative and keep you as a hostage in lower paying jobs until you quit."

"you... can't be serious?"

"dead serious."

"... and who the hell are you again?"

"i don't tell people my name."

"this whole mysterious act sucks. and your attitude sucks, too."

your glare sharpens at his words and you huff like a child throwing a tantrum. he almost wants to laugh at how your expression has changed. instead, he holds out his hand with a resigned sigh. "alright, alright. i'm sorry. my name is hay-"

you slap his hand away; a wordless warning accompanied by another look that makes him shrink back.

"don't care. didn't ask."

makima smiles, cruel and knowing. "i'm glad to see the two of you getting along. you're dismissed."

aki knows he shouldn't be mad at makima. it was his fault in the first place that the devil got away, and only because he was so distracted. this was a fair punishment for such a severe mess up. if this was her way of teaching him a lesson, he would just have to grit his teeth and bear through it.

he stares you down with disdain sitting under his tongue, bitter and unforgiving like the aftertaste of his black coffee in the morning; like having a mouthful of power and denji's burnt breakfast; like the tar that coats his lungs.

"fine then, be that way. nice to meet you, partner."

aki's mornings start slow.

they always have, for as long as he can remember. he wakes up just after the crack of dawn, to which denji has called him sick in the head multiple times for, and spends his time unwinding before he inevitably has to go into work and be on high alert for ten hours straight.

it's a peaceful morning like any other. he's on his balcony overlooking the quiet streets of tokyo. denji and power haven't woken up yet, so he has at least a few moments of solitude (which he so desperately needs, by the way).

he cracks open a new box of cigarettes and shakes one into his hand. he's two seconds away from flicking open his lighter to start his morning smoke when–

"i told you i don't like smokers."

aki nearly falls off the balcony in surprise, whipping around to see the intruder. you're standing there with another frown on your face. he has to wonder if you can smile at all.

"how did you get into my apartment?!"

"huh? the front door. are you stupid?"

"but–" aki's head tilts so that he can peer over your shoulder. there's no sign of anyone else being awake to let you in, which means you must have just taken the liberty of waltzing on in here unannounced. "don't sneak up on me like that. i could have hurt you."

"why would you do that?"

"excuse me? because you just broke into my apartment, for fuck's sake."

"i didn't!" you argue back defensively, fumbling in your pocket to pull out a key. and in that moment, aki realizes something deeply, deeply terrible. just as makima had sprung the role of babysitter onto him with denji and power, she has now bestowed upon him possibly the most irritating human being ever born.

this can’t be happening. he couldn’t possibly get stuck with a third unbearable roommate. what kind of shitty karma does he have?

"i... i need a minute."

your tongue clicks in annoyance. "hurry up. i want to leave for work asap."

"just go in yourself. i can meet you there later."

"i don't have a car."

it's as if thunder claps in his ears. "you... don't... have a car..." he repeats back to you slowly, utterly defeated. "at least let me finish getting ready."

you eye the cigarette still held between his fingers with nothing but contempt. "i don't like–"

"yes, yes, i get it! you don't like the smell of smoke. you don't like me."

your face scrunches slightly as you fall silent. if he didn't think you were being such a pest right now, he might have thought you looked a little cute.

"it hurts my nose."

"you have a sensitive nose or something?"

"or something."

his eye twitches.

aki very quicky learns that when you don't like how things are done, you're very vocal about it. and not only are you vocal, if he ever decided to be stubborn you would take actions into your own hands.

he can't count how many times you've stomped up to him in the middle of a job just to slap the cigarette straight out of his mouth and snuff it out with your heel. he's starting to get antsy because of it.

you're a menace. sometimes he even finds that a box of cigarettes he had purchased the night before has mysteriously ended up drenched at the bottom of the bath. it's infuriating.

he doesn't understand how someone could be so intolerant to a scent. he knew it was unpleasant, but he would like to think that he has impeccable enough hygiene to at least be passable. hell, even denji and power don't seem to notice or care.

(not that it's a very high bar to clear when it comes to them. denji once ate a kid's half-chewed leftovers off the table at mcdonalds and said it was a waste of food. aki was not pleased.)

it's not until he's known you for exactly sixty-two days that he learns the truth. two agonizing months of taking a single drag before you come over to him and snatch the cancer stick right out from under his nose.

aki isn't sure how he never noticed — the minute twitch of your nose when you were drawing closer to a devil. the way your shoulders stilled as you held your breath around denji and power.

he thought you were just a regular human being. he should have known makima wouldn't have paired him with someone normal. you were makima's personal devil tracker.

"it's this way," you tell him as you lead him further into the tunnel. it's almost pitch black. aki can't get a read on anything around him.

"how do you know?"

you look at him with an brow raised, like he just asked a really dumb question. "i can smell it."

"you can smell it?"

"i can smell it,” you repeat in confirmation.

"you're insane. there's nothing down here. let's just go back and regroup with–"

you suddenly swivel around, the flashlight in your hand beaming into his face. he has to cover them with a hand as he scowls at you for temporarily blinding him.

"no! it's here! it would just be easier to find if someone wasn't masking up its scent!"

aki's eyes roll into the back of his head at your little jab. "don't waste my time. i have better things to be doing than babysitting you down here."

he gestures dramatically for you to continue walking, shuffling around in his pocket before pulling out a dart. you glower at him distastefully.

"are you for real right now? you can't go 5 minutes without a smoke?"

he just shrugs, lighting it as he trails behind you. "if i need one then i need one."

"i can't believe you. you're seriously so childish," you sputter out, turning around to glare at him.

aki just sighs tiredly, blowing smoke into your face.

he can't wrap his head around why denji and power have taken such a liking to you.

you're rude and blunt and shameless with your remarks. if he was irrational he might have knocked you out by now for constantly swiping darts out of his mouth.

your relationship is purely obligatory. there's a level of mutual trust between you and him; there has to be for the two of you to be a partially functioning team of hunters — but even then, you bicker. and as soon as you're home, you rush into your room in a flurry of curse words and bites that leave aki grumbling to himself.

he doesn't get it. there's not an ounce of appeal.

you have a plain style and an even less exciting personality. he also thinks you have an ugly attitude problem and act like a brat when you want something from him. he always caves, too, which is the worst part — it's some unawakened big brother instinct that he never got to feel as a kid.

he spoils you too much for your own good.

don't want carrots in your curry tonight? fine. he doesn't want to hear you complaining about it, or worse, flinging them around the room with power. again.

saw something at the hundred yen store on the way home? whatever. it's just a hundred yen. if you want it then he'll buy it even if it's something as stupid as a charm for your keychain.

and he hates that you find it all so sentimental, the cheap little trinkets he gets for you. he absolutely loathes the fact that you lug them all around with you. they clink and jingle as you walk around, a clear dead giveaway when you're trying to be stealthy during a job.

(the kicker? it's so endearing that he can't even find it in himself to scold you for it. he despises you for making him even consider calling you cute.)

he should have grown a stronger resolve about this sort of thing. otherwise, he would have been coming home unscathed tonight.

he exhales in exhaustion as he watches you retreat into your room again for the night before he shuffles over into the bathroom and sits at the edge of the tub. he had just bought you a little bracelet with a bell charm on it, jingling with every step you took. it was a grave mistake to bring it into enemy territory.

as much as he would love to place the blame on you, he can't. not when you're so much less experienced out in the field than he is, and not when you were so reserved the entire ride home.

it was his fault. he should have known better.

you were eerily silent as you drove (he was in no condition to drive, so despite his reluctance handing you his car keys, he really had no choice). there was a look on you that was unrecognizable — something morphed between guilt and worry.

he usually doesn't smoke in the confines of his apartment, taking his cigarettes outside where it'll smell less. but he needs one badly right now, and who are you to stop him in his own home?

he catches his reflection in the mirror above the sink. it hits him then how much of a mess he is right now; hair disheveled and masking his vision, blood staining his white button-up, sweat sticking to his forehead and smoke rising to veil half of his face.

aki doesn't get paid enough for this.

"you look like shit."

his eyes flutter closed at the sound of your voice from the door. you invite yourself in, standing a few feet away from him with a hand covering your nose.

"smell like it, too."

"yeah, i bet," he mumbles, pulling the dart from between his teeth to blow smoke in your direction like he always does when you’re pissing him off. you wave it away with a scowl.

"that was rude."

"speak for yourself."

"you suck."

"did you come in here just to be a bother?"

your face twists and he almost bursts out laughing at the constipated expression you give him. you fumble a little with your sleeves, gaze falling to the floor as you stand there like a kid who just threw up and needs their mom to come clean it up.

"do you need help?" you ask him, voice nearly inaudible.

he considers it for a second before his eyes drift to the cigarette still lit between his fingers. "no. it's fine. it's probably better if you're not in here with me right now."

"but you're hurt."

"i've been through worse. i'm fine, really," aki raises a brow at you and your strange behaviour, "don't worry about it."

you're silent again for a moment as his words sink in. "i feel bad. i feel like it's my fault." you sound earnest about it, chewing on your bottom lip guiltily.

he exhales loudly in response, shifting his weight a little on the tub so he can unbutton his shirt. "okay, okay. quit making that face. it's creeping me out."

you huff at his words but surprisingly offer no rebuttal. you waddle over to him slowly, brows furrowing further with each drag of your feet against the tile floor. he watches you curiously as you rummage through the sink cabinet and kneel in front of him, body resting between his thighs.

if you can feel how warm he gets from the action, you don't bother teasing him about it.

your nose is entirely scrunched up now, though you do your best to hide your clear disdain for the scent of smoke filling your nose.

"you really don't have to do this. i promise i'm okay."

you leer at him stubbornly and he immediately relents, not in the mood for a petty argument. you work quickly and delicately, wrapping his wound in gauze. it's then that he realizes there's no tiny jingle of a bell filling the air as you move, and he looks down to see your empty wrist.

"for the record, it wasn't your fault," he says quietly, hand stopping yours. you don't try and slap it away this time, but falter a bit.

"... you don't have to try to be nice to me."

"i'm not trying to be nice. i'm just telling you how it is."

"but–"

"no buts."

your eyes meet his as you peer up at him. you stay still for just a beat before you're wrapping him again, careful not to nick his wound.

are you... crying?

it's subtle, the little tears gathering on your lashes. he might not have realized if it wasn't accompanied by the tiniest of sniffles (which makes you recoil back slightly with the intrusion of smoke filling your lungs).

oh no. he's growing a soft spot for you because of this. the most irritating human on the planet, and he wants to give you a hug so you'll stop crying. what the hell is wrong with him.

aki's hand plops onto the top of your head before either of you realize it's happening. he awkwardly averts his stare.

"don't cry. it's ugly on you."

and it really is, because why else would his heart be having such a violent reaction to it?

for a second he anticipates the sharp sting of your hand smacking his away again, or maybe you'll even be so angry that you'll tilt your head up and sink your teeth into him like a rabid animal.

but you don't. you laugh — a real genuine laugh that makes him dizzy.

he's never been able to picture you with a smile on your face before. you always look feral, like you're about to launch at him and tear his skin off, or so tired that you can't even keep your eyes open anymore.

he sucks in a deep breath as he watches you laugh, blinking the tears out and wiping them up with your sleeve.

you don't say anything to him in response, instead giggling to yourself as you bandage him up the rest of the way. and he doesn't say anything either, not wanting to ruin something so special.

aki realizes that there's still a cigarette he's unconsciously rolling between his fingers. he hasn't taken a drag in so long that it's starting to extinguish itself. and despite the smell of smoke filling the room, you haven't stopped cleaning his wound and wrapping him.

he crushes it up in his hand and drops the ashes into the tub behind him.

he really should quit.

there's a shift in aki in the following weeks.

it's almost palpable — the way he speaks a little softer. a little more tender. kinder. and you can smell it, too; the scent of smoke slowly disappearing over time (not entirely, mind you, but it's the thought that counts).

you first noticed it when you came home from mcdonalds with denji, fries stuffed into your cheeks as you blinked down at aki who was on his hands and knees wiping down every square inch of the apartment.

"come on man, we're not that messy for you to be doing all that..." denji complained while scratching his balls. but aki didn't dignify him with a response, dutifully using a sponge and warm soapy water to scrub at the walls.

you observed him in secrecy later that night, peering into the bathroom as he dumped out the bucket of brown water. he was scrubbing the apartment clean of two years worth of smoke.

it didn't end there. as the months passed, you started smelling it on aki less, too.

once he smoked he would shower right away, even going so far as to pull over on the way home one night and use a public bathhouse. when he could he would change his clothes, too. his sudden change in lifestyle made it significantly more tolerable to linger around him. no longer were you holding your breath until your lungs ached in your ribcage.

aki also took notice of your change in behaviour in response. it was easier to be around you when you weren't constantly whining about his smell.

he didn't think he was being so obvious in the way he was starting to enjoy your company day by day. you still gave him migraines like no other, and he couldn't stand your attitude. but he couldn't help but find your quirks a little charming, at least a bit funny if nothing else.

he wasn't aware that a very watchful (and perverted) pair of eyes was picking up on his signs.

it's a quiet morning with the fan blowing. you and power are still dead to the world and aki has just settled down to have his breakfast.

"so like, what's the deal with you two anyways?"

he glances up from his food with a tilt of the head.

"what are you talking–"

"cause i mean, i totally saw you checking out their ass yesterday." at denji's remark, aki almost chokes on his rice.

"what? i absolutely was not." he guffaws at the blond as if he's ludicrous.

"riiiight... so, you're not into each other then? what's with the looks?"

"what looks?"

denji makes it a point to be theatrical in his renditions of the previous night, sighing dreamily and fluttering his lashes.

"like that."

"... just eat your breakfast, man. you're imagining things."

"nah, but i'm not. c'mon, you don't like them even a little?"

"no."

"liar."

"denji..." aki strains the name out through grit teeth — a warning.

"what'cha guys talkin' about?"

god no. aki can't do this today. not right now. it's too early in the morning.

"we were just talking about how lovey-dovey aki's been lately."

"ohoho, so he finally admits it?" power sits across the table, suddenly interested in conversation.

"i didn't admit anything..." aki puts his chopsticks down with a frustrated sigh, "and what the hell do you mean finally?"

"he totally did admit it. and you should have seen the two of them yesterday—"

"dude, i'm going to kick you in the balls."

"let me have a turn!"

"will you two stop already? i'm getting a headache."

it's a horrible conversation, honestly. a terrible, horrific, unforgiving realization that they might be even a small fraction correct.

this whole household is the bane of his existence.

this thought sticks with him all day; they're going to be the death of me. why me, universe? why me? it doesn't stop until he finally settles into bed at the end of his long day and lets his eyes slide shut for some well-deserved sleep.

there's laughter echoing in his ears, nothing more than a dreamy hallucination as he drifts in and out of sleep. it's sweet and rare and beautiful — he wants to capture it in a bottle and get drunk off of it.

just as aki is about to fall asleep, there's a gentle knock at the door. he stirs awake again with a soft groan, sitting up in bed.

"come in."

in you walk, hands clasped in front of you as you stare at your feet. "i had a nightmare."

he scoffs, but he's climbing out of bed and trodding over to you anyways. "what are you, a child? what'd you come to me about that for?"

"jerk."

he considers you quietly, focusing on the bags under your eyes and the way you shift uncomfortably under the weight of his gaze.

"well what do you want me to do?"

you chew on your lip for a moment. "can i sleep in here?"

"with me?"

"with you."

aki looks at you like you've lost your mind. "no," he says immediately. you wouldn't get a very restful sleep if you were suffocating in the lingering smell of smoke.

he expects you to put up a fight like you always do when things don't go your way. he even braces himself for the onslaught of names you'll call him.

it never comes. instead:

"okay."

quiet and resigned and tired. and he hates that it makes his stomach drop, because next thing he knows his hand is shooting forward to capture your wrist as you retreat.

"god, quit looking so sad. you're the worst," he tells you as he drags you back into the room and unceremoniously tosses you onto his bed.

"dickwad," you bite back weakly. aki can only roll his eyes in response as he takes half his pillows and blankets to make a temporary bed on the floor for himself. you watch him curiously.

"you're not sleeping in the bed?"

"you wouldn't be able to sleep if you were that close to me."

"... right."

"goodnight," he huffs, settling onto the uncomfortably hard wooden floor. a hush settles over the room and he assumes you've either fallen asleep or are trying to, until you start shuffling around for a couple seconds. he can hear your mouth opening and closing, as if you’re deciding whether or not to say something.

"what is it now?" aki sighs, rolling onto his side to peek at you. you're already facing him, balled up into the blanket.

"can i hold your hand at least?"

he gawks at you for a second before recomposing himself. it's just hand holding, who cares? not him. not even a bit.

(liar.)

"fine," he mumbles, slowly reaching up to offer his hand. you take it tentatively, fingers gently curling around his. his brain almost explodes into malfunctioning, heart stopping in his chest.

you blink at each other, gazes steady and unwavering. then your eyes flutter closed as you pull the blanket up and over the bottom half of your face.

"hayakawa?"

"what?" he studies you, watching the way your expression changes ever so slightly.

soft, relaxed.

"thank you."

some part of aki knows he shouldn't be trying to memorize every part of you like this, but he does it anyways.

devil hunters don't get attached to others. they don't, and they can't. but aki can't help it. it was his worst habit — worse than smoking, actually.

he was always getting emotionally involved when it came to his partners. he couldn't go to sleep anymore thinking about the fact that you would have to go in the next day and face whatever horrible devil got assigned to you. there was a sickness that gurgled in his stomach when he pictured your ragged corpse, unmoving and lifeless at his feet.

it stresses him out beyond reason, even though you're in the next room over perfectly alive and breathing. and when aki is stressed, he reaches for a cigarette.

he thinks he's being quiet, and since you should be asleep he figures just one wouldn't hurt. so he sneaks out onto his balcony for a smoke, leaning over the edge of the railing so that he can observe the empty streets below.

for some reason, he hesitates for a moment as he brings it to his lips. he doesn't even get to light it before he's once again rudely interrupted.

"you're smoking."

it's as if you have a secret sense for when he's about to smoke. or maybe you can just smell them when he taps them out of the box. either way, it irks him.

aki sighs, hand slowly lowering and dangling over the railing. he doesn't even try to deny it as he glances over his shoulder at you. you're leaning against the door frame with your arms crossed. you don't seem as irritated as you usually do, instead regarding him steadily in slight defeat.

it makes his heart ache, so he flicks the unlit dart off the balcony and watches it disappear into the darkness of the street below.

"it's unhealthy, you know."

"i know."

"so why?"

"you think i chose to be this way?" in some ways he did, but he'd never tell you that.

silence befalls you as you join his side, resting your elbows on the railing. it's a calm night; a gentle breeze blows the hair from your face when you turn to look at him.

you wordlessly examine him, and he does the same. you’re more exhausted than usual, wilted like a flower starved for water. he knows it must be draining trying to keep up with someone in a special division — especially since you don't seem to be anything more than a bomb dog for makima, sniffing out where devils are hiding. he doesn't blame you for being so tired.

"hey," he frowns at you.

"what?"

"are you ever going to tell me your name?"

"no."

"seriously?"

"seriously."

he lets out a tiny groan of annoyance before he gets an idea. "if i quit smoking, would you tell me?"

you survey him cautiously. "i'd consider it."

aki runs a hand through his long hair in contemplation, looking out toward the complex across from his. "i don't get how people just quit on a whim. doesn't seem possible."

"they have stuff for that. like, chewing gum or nicotine patches or whatever." he huffs as you continue, "you just need to find something to take your mind off of it. something that satisfies your craving."

"yeah? way easier said than done. also, i don't know if i like being lectured by the likes of–"

"you'd be too irritating if you were addicted to anything else, anyways," you dismiss your own idea, completely ignoring the glare you're receiving from aki.

"you're annoying, you know that? worse than denji. worse than power, somehow." but he wants to take care of you anyways.

"am i?" you challenge defiantly, turning to face him completely.

"the worst. honest to god, i've considered quitting my job because of you." but he hasn't, has he?

"have you now?"

"what the hell was makima thinking, trying to get me to quit smoking by sending her tracker after me?" he should be thanking her, really.

you answer him honestly, voice quiet as you allow him to unconsciously enter your personal space in his rant of frustration. "i don't know."

he only realizes he's standing too close to you when your nose twitches slightly and your brows furrow — indicators that the faint but lingering smell of smoke on him is giving you a headache.

"sorry."

he starts to pull back with a defeated noise, but then your hands shoot forward and gently cling to his sweater. he looks at you inquisitively. you seem surprised by your own actions, too.

aki is forced to reconcile with the fact that he doesn’t want to take his eyes off of you. in his almost twenty-one years alive, he's never stood so close to someone before. it's taking a real toll on him.

a heavy fog of tension settles between you as you stand there, having a stare down both out of stubbornness and curiosity as to why the other hasn't pulled away yet.

"i don't know what's wrong with me... i don't think i want you to go inside yet. stop making me feel stupid," you complain, admitting your words shamelessly.

you watch as aki blinks at you before he shakes his head in exasperation.

"what am i going to do with you?"

there's a smile on his face as he says it, tiny and subtle. you would have missed it if he wasn't slowly inching closer and closer to you. and you let him despite the suffocating smell of smoke invading your senses again.

it occurs to him that the only things he has ever kissed are his wounds as he dresses them in bandages, himeno when she was wasted once, and the papery end of a cigarette.

you taste much sweeter than any of them.

maybe it was just easy for aki to fall into addictions. he was weak-willed in that sense. always has been.

and he always chose the absolute worst things in the world to get addicted to; revenge, smoking, and now you. he couldn't stand being in the same room as you anymore. not when he so desperately craved your lips on his.

it started as a casual thing; a small peck here, a sneaky kiss there, nothing jaw dropping. and you didn't seem to mind it all too much, allowing him to linger a little longer every time he leaned back in.

it was becoming a problem. a very serious one. he couldn't focus anymore. it was worse than smoking, so much so that everytime he wanted to reach for a box of cigarettes, he would end up coming to you instead.

there was something about you he wanted to preserve. a fondness grew in his heart, replacing the scream of annoyance that would fill his lungs and threaten to spill out every time he laid eyes on you.

you were something he wanted to keep. something to protect. someone to fill the silence when no one else would.

aki liked bickering with you. he found normalcy in it, as if he'd spent his whole life doing it. and sometimes it really did feel that way — as if he'd spent lifetimes before this one by your side.

it's why he clings to you so tightly when he almost loses you.

you're perched in his lap as he holds you, slowly running your fingers through his untied hair. the driver's seat of the car wasn't built for two people to sit; his legs are far too cramped to be comfortable and your knees are pressed harshly into his thighs.

he doesn't care. aki has never cared so much until he met you.

he's robbing you of air, clinging to you so tightly that you can barely move. he can hear you complaining against his lips, but he can't bring himself to stop.

"stop doing this to me," he hisses, knocking his forehead into yours so that he can stare into your soul. "it's ridiculous. i hate you. i hate you."

he kisses you again to bury the familiar lump growing in his throat.

"i told you to fucking stay put. why can't you just listen to me? you could have died. what would i have done then, huh?" you don't answer him, instead cupping his cheeks to try and calm him down.

"you're stupid and reckless and fuck — what would i do without you?" he closes his eyes when your nose brushes against his; a silent apology.

"i hate how much you mean to me, i hate your stupid laugh and your voice and how awful it makes me feel when you look sad. i hate that you keep all the worthless shit i buy you on the way home from work and i hate that you stand so close even after a smoke–" aki's jaw tenses to try and dam the outburst spilling out of him, but he can’t.

"–i hate that i love you. i hate it. i hate you. fuck! i love you–"

he's out of breath by the time he finishes getting his words out, his fingers digging into your hips almost painfully. you blink down at him as you brush the hair from his face.

he’s always so composed, even when he's being mean to you. it's rare to see him worked up like this. you can't help but smile.

"... don't just smile at me, idiot. say something," he pleads quietly, head falling against your shoulder as he keeps you in place.

he squeezes his eyes shut when your fingers thread carefully through his undone hair once again, raking the knots out smoothly. he melts in your touch until your hands leave his scalp and gather up his face again so you can look at him.

there's no tiny twitch of your nose. no furrowing of your brows. no stilling of your chest as you hold your breath. actually, he's never seen you so openly inviting.

"can i kiss you?" aki asks this time, voice hoarse.

you nod, and his whole world comes apart. he takes his time memorizing every curve of your lips against his, the taste of you, the little gasps of air you suck in as he seals his claim on you with his mouth.

"aki..." you murmur his given name against his lips, over and over and over. you whisper it between kisses that leave you breathless. and he swallows your voice, allowing himself to revel in the way his name sounds on your tongue.

he didn't smell of smoke anymore. he didn't taste like death and ash, either — he was just aki.

hayakawa aki, 20, professional devil hunter and resident cynic, who you're hopelessly in love with.

“aki?”

“yeah?”

"do you still want to learn my name?"

🏷️ @k0z3me @aanobrain (bye ily hope you enjoy this one art)

crossposted to ao3!

#— whispers in the wind ✧#im going into hibernation after this fic #goodnight world #i cant believe i actually finished it #chainsaw man #csm #chainsaw man fic #csm fic #hayakawa aki #aki hayakawa #aki hayakawa x you #aki hayakawa x y/n #aki hayakawa x reader #hayakawa aki x you #hayakawa aki x y/n #hayakawa aki x reader #chainsaw man x reader #csm x reader

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macncherries · 1 year

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csm minicomic for once again, you guessed it, @tobytoon's fic (its out now so go read it)

i liked how this one turned out despite it being kind of silly

#csm #chainsaw man #csm art #chainsaw man art #chainsawman #denji #denji csm #csm yoshida #yoshida csm #yoshiden #yoshida hirofumi #yoshida #yoshiden art #csm fic #chainsaw man fic #chainsaw man denji #angel plumes

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ayyy-pee · 1 year

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Two Doors Down

Discord 18+ - Twitter - Kofi

Pairing: Aki Hayakawa x Black! Female Reader

Summary: You’re intoxicating to Aki in a way he’s not familiar with, a way that makes some strange sensation bloom in his chest. The same one that freaked him out enough for him to end things with you. Hours upon hours spent drinking the finest liquors couldn’t make Aki as drunk as he is on you whenever he’s in your presence.

In which Aki finds himself reflecting on his past decisions involving a certain neighbor.

Genre: Neighbor AU

Word Count: 7.6k

Story Warning: Smut, Vaginal Sex, Jealousy, Jealous Behavior, Pining Aki Hayakawa, Dry Humping, Oral Sex, Unprotected Sex, Breeding Kink, Creampie, Possessive Sex, Possessive Behavior, Reader is a black female reader who uses she/her pronouns!

Art by: NIRI

Ao3 Link: Two Doors Down

It’s too fucking loud in here.

It’s the only thought running through Aki’s head as he toys with the nearly finished cigarette between his fingers. He stares intently at the ash dangling from the end before he flicks it into the ashtray sitting on the bartop in front of him. It’s busy tonight, not too crowded but enough people that it’s a little overwhelming to him. The bump of the music’s bass rattles through Aki’s chest as he takes a sip of his drink. He’s not too big on alcohol, never has been…until recently. Suddenly, he’s been finding himself rather enjoying the burn of the bourbon he’s chosen as his go to liquor.

He has a good guess as to when he started taking up drinking. An easy way to escape the reality he’s created for himself. A reality full of loneliness. It’s his own fault, really. He’d made his choice and now he has to accept the daily humdrum that is now his life. Everyday is mundane. They go like this: Aki wakes up, gets dressed, packs lunch for himself and his siblings, goes to work and then rushes to the bar to forget that when he gets home, everyone will be asleep and he’ll be crawling into bed alone as always.

But, as dull as his life has become, it’s also a relief for Aki. He likes control, likes knowing what the next step is. He doesn’t mind chaos, though he’d prefer not to deal with it. He’d like everything to have a plan. So when Aki gets up in the morning, he knows exactly what he’s wearing, knows what he’s packing for lunch, knows exactly what time he’ll be running out to his car, knows exactly when he’ll be setting his things down in his office and he knows exactly what he’ll be ordering when he slides into his stool at the bar after work.

His coworkers laugh raucously behind him, the sudden burst of sound penetrating the bubble Aki has suddenly surrounded himself in. He takes a final drag of his cigarette before he ashes it and spins in his seat to face his colleagues.

The conversation is smooth, funny, even lifting Aki’s spirits as he lets himself finally get out of his own head.

“What do you think of Himeno, Aki?” One of his coworkers asks and Aki can see the shit eating grin he’s trying to hide behind his glass as he drinks.

Aki shrugs. “She’s nice, I suppose.”

One of his other colleagues chimes in. “Yeah, but what do you think of her? Like, looks wise.”

“Oh,” Aki says. He thinks about it for all of two seconds before he answers. “She’s cute. Not really my type, though.”

“You have a type?” One coworker asks, sounding surprised.

Aki rolls the ice around in his drink, allowing himself to remember what exactly his type was: Someone who lived just two doors down. An absolute beauty, with a head full of thick curls he loved to bury his nose in. Breathing in the sweet scent of pomegranate and honey. Soft, plush lips pressed against his own, trailing down his neck, down his chest, and further. Him leaving open mouth kisses across the smooth brown skin he couldn’t get enough of. His hands gripping luscious thighs, bringing them to wrap around his waist as he made love to the soft body of the woman he loved beneath him. If he were being honest with himself, that was still his type. It’s been some time since he’d let himself think about this, let himself remember what he let go of and lost, think about you.

He sighs, reaching into his pocket and fishing out his pack of cigarettes. He pulls a stick out and sits it between his lips before he brings his lighter up to his mouth. The flame burns the end of the cigarette as Aki sucks in a breath, successfully lighting. He takes a drag, holding the breath in and letting it burn through his lungs. The sting of the smoke hurts less than the thought of the memories currently assaulting him. It doesn't help much, but it helps enough that he can tuck those memories to the back of his mind for a bit and get back to the present to answer his colleagues previous question.

“I do have a type,” he replies. “And this may come as a shock, but Himeno is not it.”

Another one of his colleagues snorts. “Well shit, if you don’t want her, I’ll take her.”

Aki sips his drink, shrugging again. “Good luck with that.”

His coworkers are alright. Decent company when they want to be. They’re never talking about anything of substance, which Aki appreciates most of the time. He’s always thinking too much, working himself up to the point that he hyper focuses on whatever is on his mind and then he spirals. Always in his head, everyone around him none the wiser. It’s embarrassing. It’s why he likes to keep all the little pieces of his life in order, why he likes to be in control.

The music in the bar picks up, the tempo and bass increasing and Aki realizes it’s getting late. It’s late enough that the bar is shifting more into a club atmosphere, the dance floor starting to fill with patrons. Aki isn’t particularly interested in sticking around for this, (he never was much of a dancer) so he makes to turn and close his bar tab until he hears his coworker whistle.

“Oh, shit. Who is that?” One of his other colleagues gasps. He’s pointing across the bar, to the entrance where a couple has just walked in. A tall man strides in, his arm wrapped around the woman next to him. He’s got a face that is totally forgettable to Aki because all he can focus on is the arm wrapped around the woman next to him and that woman being you.

You’re clearly on a date and Aki…well, Aki doesn’t know how he feels about it. Surprised? Annoyed? Angry? He doesn’t have a right to feel any of those things, in all honesty.

The space feels so much smaller as his eyes track you. It’s been a while since Aki has seen you, really seen you. You two tend to avoid each other as much as you can, seeing as you live so close to each other. Two doors away from each other to be exact. He sometimes sees your posts on social media. He never likes them, in case you get the notification and decide to block him for some reason. On occasion, he’ll let himself scroll through your pages. Not for any particular reason, of course. Just to see what you’re up to lately. Aki tries not to make a habit out of it, tries not to think too hard about what you’re getting into when you post your selfies with your makeup and hair done. Tries not to march down the hall and knock on your door when he hears your laugh floating through the hallways accompanied by some man’s voice he doesn’t recognize. He doesn’t have any right to know anymore. He made that choice when he’d ended things with you.

It was never supposed to be anything more than a casual hookup between friends, neighbors. You and Aki live down the hall from each other and had bonded over the crazy neighbor who lived in the apartment between you two. Nights where you shared a bottle of wine at each other’s places soon turned into venting about work, failed relationships and eventually turned into an agreement to become friends with benefits. What Aki never anticipated was him developing feelings of more than friendship for you. He’d had his fair share of flings before, all never turning into anything. But with you, it became more for him very quickly, and it scared him.

Aki takes another drag of his cigarette as he watches you walk in with your date, a bounce in your step with the same wide smile he remembers and suddenly, the burn in his lungs is definitely not enough to keep him in the present. His mind is full of you. Full of memories of your touch, your scent, your laugh, your voice. Full of the way your eyes watered, the way your voice cracked, choking back a sob, crying for him when he’d decided to pull the plug on your relationship– if you could call it that.

Aki’s eyes are locked to your form, to the sexy little outfit you’ve worn out tonight that makes him shift in his seat, his pants suddenly feeling a bit too snug. He drinks in all the dips and curves he was once so familiar with, watches the way your curls bounce with each step and Aki wonders how long it took for you to finish your twist out this time. He wonders if the man you’re here with tonight helped apply your oils, leave-in and cremes the way he used to. The thought makes his stomach twist unpleasantly.

You haven’t noticed him yet and he’s glad for it. It gives him time to sort out what he’s feeling at the moment while he watches you and your date wander on to the dance floor, a drink in your hand. Your date wraps his arms around your waist, pulling you close until your ass is pressed against his groin. Aki inhales the smoke from his cigarette harder.

His gaze is focused on the way your hips sway in tune with the music, how you close your eyes and let the rhythm take over your body. Your movements are intoxicating. You’re intoxicating. You’re intoxicating to Aki in a way he’s not familiar with, a way that makes some strange sensation bloom in his chest. The same one that freaked him out enough for him to end things. Hours upon hours spent drinking the finest liquors couldn’t make Aki as drunk as he is on you whenever he’s in your presence. Your date seems to feel the same, because now he’s gripping on to you a little tighter, pressing his face into the crook of your neck the same way Aki used to, drowning in your scent the way Aki loved to.

Aki’s nostrils flare with annoyance and he tries to pretend seeing you with another man doesn’t get under his skin. He knows he could look away, but he won’t. Maybe it’s his way of punishing himself, forcing himself to watch you move on with your life right in front of him.

Yeah, that’s it. He caused his own pain and now he has to live with watching the way you roll your body against another man. Watch as that man grips onto your hips to pull you further into him. Watch as you both turn your faces to each other, noses brushing together. Watch as that man presses himself against your ass to the beat of the music. Watch as your plush lips part with what he can only imagine is that soft blend of a gasp and a moan you used to make whenever Aki finally pushed his tongue into your aching cunt after all of your begging and whining for him to stop teasing you.

Aki knows that the decision he made to end your arrangement gives him no right to be upset that you’re moving on, trying to find someone who can do better for you than Aki was willing. He also can’t ignore how just imagining another man’s hands on you makes his skin crawl, let alone witnessing it for himself.

He hates that you bring these feelings out of him, that you bring any feelings out of him. Aki likes control, and doesn't like to let his mind get away from him. But with you, it’s like he can’t help the rush of emotions that spill out when he sees you, when he’s near you. You make his life feel chaotic without even trying. It’s like his plans go out the window when you’re around. He’d do quite literally anything for you. Except give up the control he so loves for you.

You’re dancing alone now and Aki debates on getting up and maneuvering his way through the crowd just to get closer when he sees the way your hands run down your breasts, down your torso and to your hips.

“She’s so fucking sexy,” one of his colleagues practically moans and Aki thinks he wants to put his cigarette out in the space right between his eyes. He opts for the ashtray instead.

Aki takes out his wallet, grabs a few bills and places them on the counter, leaving his cup behind.

“I’m leaving,” he tells his coworkers.

“Not sticking around for the show?” The same colleague from before asks. “I might go get her number if the guy she came with takes too long to come back,” he sips his drink, sighing longingly after he swallows, eyes still glued to you. “I wanna be balls deep in that.”

Yeah, Aki should’ve burned his fucking eyes out.

…The temptation takes Aki aback just a bit and it’s a small reminder of why he needs to get away from you. Why he needs to leave this place and just go home. He’d never been the jealous type, not until he met you. And you’re not even his to be jealous over anymore, and yet…he can’t help the way he sees red watching you with someone else, the way he bites the inside of his cheek until it’s bleeding to keep himself from making a beeline to you.

He doesn’t reply to his coworkers, doesn’t even tell them goodbye as he makes his way through the crowd and out the door.

………

Freshly showered and in bed, Aki tosses and turns, unable to sleep. His thoughts are consumed with the thought of you. The way they always used to be. It’s so frustrating. It’s like his body and his mind can’t control itself. And this is what he dislikes the most. He hates that seeing you in person, being near you at all is like a trigger for him to begin fixating. He hates that if you’re around him, all he sees is you. No one else exists. He hates that when he’s near you, this strange heat begins to bloom in his chest and his heart starts beating so fast he feels dizzy. He doesn’t understand the feeling and in all honesty, it scares him.

It’s why he ended things with you. Aki is a man who likes control, he likes order, he’s not too fond of surprises and chaos. But with you, all of that goes out the window. He’s at your beck and call, he responds to your every whim. He cares deeply for you, but the idea of feeling out of sorts everyday because he can’t control himself when he’s with you is terrifying.

“Now that she’s gone, you’ll be going back to being an uptight asshole, won’t you?” Power had asked.

“Yeah, probably!” Denji chimed in. “At least with her he was a little fun!”

Aki is so deep in thought, he almost misses his phone vibrating next to him. He quickly glances at his device, his body freezing when he sees your name across his screen, along with the contact picture he’d never deleted.

He remembers it clearly. Aki had taken you out to dinner at some fancy rooftop restaurant in Tokyo. You had a wide smile on your face, curls in disarray as the wind blew through them. You’d tried your best to push them out of your face, but to no avail. Behind you, the sun was setting. It casts an ethereal glow over you, like a halo of pinks and golds and oranges. You were stunning. Of course he couldn’t bring himself to delete the picture.

He wasn’t in the habit of looking for your contact information, so he hadn’t seen the picture for a long time. Seeing it now made him feel as though it should be framed and hung in a museum, the Mona Lisa taken down and replaced by you.

Aki unlocks his phone, swiping to the text.

You: Hey

You: I know we haven’t talked in awhile, but I think I saw you out at a bar tonight? Was that you?

He hesitates. He knows he shouldn’t respond. That he should leave you alone like he chose to do. But a selfish part of him wants to talk to you.

So he does.

Aki: That was me. I saw you, too.

He types up the next message, debating on whether he should send it or not…

Fuck it. He’s already texting you, so he might as well. The message sends at the same time a new message comes in from you.

Aki: Didn’t want to interrupt your date

You: You should’ve said hi :)

The three dots pop up right after. You’re typing.

You: Lol you should’ve. He was only trying to fuck and I wasn’t interested

You: He wandered off to talk to some other girl when I said no…so yeah

Aki: I’m sorry to hear that

Liar.

He thinks about that man at the bar touching all over you while you danced. You seemed to be having fun, enjoying yourself. Had he known your date was only trying to get in your pants, Aki may have opted to put his cigarette out between your date's eyes instead of his coworkers. He feels himself getting riled up again, but it’s short lived because your next text makes his heart race.

You: You home?

Aki: I am. What’s up?

You: Wanna come over for a glass of wine?

It’s a bad idea.

He climbs out of bed.

This is a horrible idea.

He slips on a pair of pants.

He’d ended things for a reason.

He slides his feet into his house shoes.

He’s going to fall right back into his old ways with you.

He’s out the door.

Aki knocks twice, his heart beating violently against his rib cage. He hears a bit of shuffling coming from the other side of the door and then the door opens and he sees you beaming before him.

“Hey,” you greet him softly, stepping aside.

It’s been so long since Aki has been over. He felt lightheaded from the moment he entered your space, his senses overcome with your presence, your scent, with you. Aki follows you through the entrance and into your living room, tries really hard not to watch the way your shorts give him little peeks of your ass with each step. Instead, he keeps his focus on your curls, piled messily atop your head in that cute pineapple style you sometimes wore before bed. Aki remembers how adorable he thought you were dressed down like this as he takes a seat on the couch while you head to the kitchen.

Your apartment is cute. It’s got all of the elements that make it you; from the accent pillows on your sofa, to the pictures lining your walls, and the nice glass of wine you fill with wine and hand to Aki. You take a seat next to him, sipping your drink before you start the conversation.

He half expected things to be awkward, given how your last interaction had ended and your lack of communication following those events, but conversation flows naturally.

You’re laughing, now on the end of your second glass of wine.

“And then,” you snort, covering your mouth and trying not to fall into a fit of giggles again. Aki can’t help his own grin listening to you. “And then, Denji tells me he had to—“

Your phone dinging interrupts your story.

“Sorry,” you say, unlocking your phone. Aki waves his hand.

“Go ahead.”

You swipe along your screen and Aki lets his gaze fall on your screen. He knows he shouldn’t. He regrets it immediately when he sees another man’s name on your screen. He doesn’t need to see the contents of the text, his body already reacting with annoyance. Aki can’t help the words that leave him next.

“Another date?” He shouldn’t have asked.

You look at him, brows furrowed. “Uh, yeah nosy. It is.”

Aki scoffs.

“What?” You ask, still typing a text to this fucking guy.

“Looks like you’ve got guys lined up to take you out these days.” The bitterness drips off every word. He doesn’t mean for it to, but he can’t help it.

You roll your eyes, sending your text to whatever guy that is and setting your phone on the table— face down, Aki notes.

“Do you have something you wanna say, Aki?”

Yeah, I made a mistake. You can stop dating these fucking losers. I’m here now.

That’s what he wants to say, but Aki shakes his head instead. He can tell he’s irritating you and the night has been going so well. He doesn’t want to fuck it up already.

“Of course not,” you mutter, another roll of your eyes. “You never do.”

Your sharp tone surprises Aki a bit, puts him on the defensive. The comment makes Aki set his own glass of wine down. “What the hell does that mean?”

“You know what it means.”

“Obviously not or I wouldn’t be asking you to clarify.”

You fidget with the hem of your shorts and Aki tries to keep his gaze on your face and not the way your shorts squeeze your plush thighs. He always did love that about you, the curves of your body. The way your form molded perfectly into his.

Focus. Aki tells himself. Because of course being in such close proximity to you turns his brain to mush.

“You just…any time something very obviously bothers you, you don’t say shit. You just run. You’re like that about everything.”

He knows you’re right. He knows exactly what you’re talking about.

“Is this about us?” He asks, cutting to the chase.

You nod, looking straight at Aki. You always looked right at him when you spoke. He admired that about you. The way you said everything with total honesty. You never lied, you never sugar coated the truth. You were far from a coward, unlike Aki. Your eyes bore into his soul and it was something that always scared him. Like you could see all of his intentions, all of his thoughts, of his desires.

“I miss you,” your soft voice cuts through Aki’s train of thought, your confession making Aki sit up straighter, eyes widening. “I’m sorry. I know I shouldn’t say that. After everything, after all this time—“

“I miss you, too,” Aki breathes. He can hear his blood rushing through his ears, thrumming loudly and he tries to calm his racing pulse so he can hear what you say next.

You sigh quietly next to him. “You do?”

Aki nods. “I missed you the second I ended whatever we were doing.”

“Then why did you?” You shift closer to Aki. “End things, I mean.”

Aki watches you closely, remembers what it was like to lounge around your place or his and just talk. Conversation never felt as heavy as it does in this moment.

That uncomfortable feeling in Aki’s chest begins to take over. The one that caused him to confront how deeply he cared for you. The one that scared him so badly he ran. Usually, he’d head outside for a cigarette to try and rid himself of this feeling but tonight, as he stares into those beautiful eyes of yours, it feels different. Listening to you laugh and talk to Aki like he didn’t break your heart, like no time has passed, it makes that feeling a little less terrifying. He wants to run, but not from you. He wants to run towards this feeling, embrace it to the best of his ability.

“I got scared,” he admits quietly, ashamed. But he’s already starting to open up. He has to keep going. “I’m going to be completely honest with you here, okay?”

You nod, wide eyes locked with Aki’s. “That’s all I’ve wanted from the beginning, Aki.”

You give him a soft smile and Aki reaches forward, grasping your hands in his.

“When we first started sleeping together, it was…great. Casual, fun, easy.”

“Right.”

“But, after a while it got harder and harder for me to keep it that way.” Aki pauses, tries to gather his thoughts before he continues. “It got harder to separate that I’m just the neighbor you fuck from time to time. The lines got blurred somewhere for me.”

He sighs your name.

“When I’m with you, you consume everything. All I can see is you. All I want to see is you. And we were never exclusive. You could see other people and so could I. But I didn’t want to see other people…” He sighs again, this time running his fingers through his hair before he takes your hands in his again. He wants a cigarette so fucking bad right now, but he needs to finish his honesty hour now or he never will. “I didn’t want you to see other people. Fuck, I still don’t.”

“Aki…” you breathe, squeezing his hands gently.

He chuckles dryly. “You have no idea.”

Your head tilts to the side, curls bouncing atop your head with the motion and Aki’s heart beats even faster.

“You have no fucking idea how hard it is to see you with another man, to hear you laughing and talking in the hall with some random fucking guy and inviting him in. I don’t…I don’t think I smoke more than when I hear that sound.”

There’s a long pause, your eyes searching Aki’s. For what? He’s not sure. But it must be good, because when you speak, it’s a quiet and gentle tone. Aki can appreciate this because he’s damn near about to burst with nerves from being so open with you already.

“If you felt that way all this time, Aki…why didn’t you say something sooner?”

“What would you have said if I did?”

“I would’ve said I feel the same way.”

You close the distance between you and Aki, your legs coming over each side of his lap as you straddle him. You loop your arms around his neck, Aki’s hands coming up to rest on your waist as you lean forward until your noses brush against each other’s, breaths mingling in the tiny space between you.

“Y-you feel the same way?” Aki repeats. He feels dizzy now, partly from being in such close proximity to you and from the fact that you smell so goddamn good. He can barely focus.

You nod your head, your nose caressing Aki’s with the motion. He can feel the heat radiating from between your thighs, teasing him in gentle waves. His grip on your waist tightens as he resists the urge to roll his hips upward.

“I don’t want to see you with anyone else either, Aki. And I don’t want anyone else,” you confess. “I only want you.”

It’s all he needs to hear before he surges forward, crashing his lips into yours, shoving his tongue into the warm cavern of your mouth when you gasp in surprise. It’s a messy kiss, full of teeth, full of desire, full of emotion, full of love.

Aki loves you. Deep down he’s always known it, always ignored it. But right now as you tangle your fingers in his hair and pull him closer to you, as you moan into his mouth and pull a whimper from deep within his chest, he knows for certain that he is head over fucking heels in love with you.

There’s no one else in this world who he wants to be with more than you. No one who makes Aki feel the way you do and his only regret is that he was too stubborn to embrace this feeling before.

He doesn’t have time to dwell on it though because you seat yourself comfortably in his lap, closing the distance between your groins and he can’t stop the groan that rushes out when he feels your clothed parts connect.

“Fuck, baby,” he sighs into your mouth. “I fucking missed you.”

“Yeah?”

You move your hips against his and Aki squeezes your waist, presses his face into the crook of your neck where he sucks a mark into your skin, making you moan quietly. “Fuck yeah,” he murmurs against you.

“Ah–Aki,” your fingers tug at his hair. He loves when you get needy like this. And you’ve barely started. “Show me how much you missed me,” you whisper.

He pulls back, his deep blue eyes watching you move your hips against him and he feels his dick twitch in his pants at the sight. Aki thinks he may lose his mind just watching. He glances up quickly, watching the way your kiss swollen lips part as you let out another moan.

“Feel good, baby?” Aki asks, smirking to himself when you can’t do anything but nod your head. His eyes follow all the dips and curves down your body until they’re back on his favorite spot between your legs. He could swear he feels his own eyes dilate when they see the wet spot in the center of your shorts that grows and grows with each roll of your hips. Aki swallows hard before he drags his finger along your clothed pussy.

His gaze glides back up your form until they rest on your face, watching as your mouth falls open with a silent cry. Aki slides a hand down your waist, to your ass where he taps one of your cheeks a couple times, and you know what it means. You sit up, momentarily hitting pause on your movements as Aki slips his finger underneath the fabric, tugs your shorts and panties to the side before his slender fingers slide along your folds. He sucks in a sharp breath when he feels how wet you are. He briefly dips his finger into your pussy, trying to stop his eyes from rolling back when he feels your soft walls clench down on his hand. He presses his thumb to your clit, slowly circling your sensitive nub.

Your hands have now found purchase on Aki’s shoulders where you squeeze, breaths coming rapidly as Aki pumps his finger in and out of your hole. Your bottom lip sits between your teeth. He knows you’re trying to be quiet, but he wants nothing more than to hear all those little sounds he used to get you to make.

Dark blue eyes lock with yours and Aki brings his other hand up to cup your cheek, his thumb swiping across your bottom lip, slowly coaxing your mouth open. “I wanna hear you, baby,” he tells you. “I want that asshole next door to know who’s making you feel so fucking good tonight.” He slips another finger into your pussy, presses his thumb against your clit and watches you visibly shudder above him. His cock aches within the confines of his pants.

“Ah– fuck, Aki, yes,” you breathe, your voice barely above a whisper.

“Louder,” he demands. And you obey, throwing your head back with a loud gasping moan as Aki’s hands push you closer and closer to the edge. “You’re so good for me, baby,” he coos, his dick only growing harder. “I love hearin’ you. Love makin’ you feel good. I love you.”

You’re his now and Aki wants everyone to know. He wants the piece of shit next door to hear you through the walls, screaming Aki’s name. Hell, he’s even tempted to dial up your asshole date, let him listen while Aki rips one orgasm after another from you. He’d really enjoy that. The thought is so tempting. But Aki’s gaze falls to where his palm cups your slick covered cunt, where your thick thighs tremble around his hand and he doesn’t give a fuck about any of that anymore.

He slowly thrusts his fingers inside of you, while his thumb stimulates your clit and he’s panting trying to hold himself together while you get closer to falling apart around him. Your hips move on their own, riding Aki’s hand, chasing your high. His fingers slip into you over and over, curling inside of you, hitting your sweet spot and you can’t help but to gasp quietly each time Aki reaches it.

You’re more vocal now, your head hidden away in the crook of Aki’s neck while you whimper and groan against him. He loves hearing you keening his name into his ear. Aki’s eyes are locked on your center where he watches his fingers disappear into your cunt over and over, your slick coating his hand more with each thrust. It only adds to Aki’s struggle to keep it together as he ignores the pulsing need of his cock. Your pleasured moans and the squelching sound of your dripping pussy fill the space of your living room.

“Aki…” you breathe harshly against him and he feels your walls squeeze down on his digits. You’re close.

“Gonna cum, love?” His fingers thrust into you slightly faster. He pushes you back, moving you out from the space of his neck so he can look at your face. “Let me see, baby,” he says, voice rough as his thumb rubs tight circles on your clit. Your eyes nearly roll to the back of your head, your mouth hanging open as a delicious moan rushes past your lips, your grip on Aki’s shoulders tightening so much it hurts. But he loves it, loves feeling your pussy squeezing down on his fingers, sucking them deeper as your release moves over your body.

He can feel your release dripping down his fingers into his palm as he keeps pumping into you. You lean forward, returning to your favorite spot at his neck where you leave sloppy kisses. He tilts his head to the side a bit to give you more access, groaning when you lick the spot right beneath his ear.

“Fuuuuck, you’re so perfect,” Aki sighs as he watches himself slowly pull his fingers from inside you, licking his lips as he stares at his hand covered in your slick. He runs his tongue over his palm, groaning loud when he tastes your sweet release on his tongue. His dick is so unbearably hard as he watches you suddenly climb off of his lap, slide your hands into your shorts and strip off both your shorts and your panties. Your shirt and your bra fall to the floor next and Aki feels very overdressed now.

His eyes drink in every little bit of your body. God, he missed every bit of you. That smooth brown skin and every dip and curve and those fucking thighs. He wants to be between them so fucking bad.

“You gonna stare all night or take your clothes off?”

Aki yanks his shirt over his head, his boxers and shorts are off next, a smirk spreading across his face when he sees how you lick your lips when his cock slaps against his belly when it’s finally free.

You approach, bending over to put your hands on Aki’s knees, prompting him to spread his legs for you. He can’t take his eyes off of you as you fall to your knees between his legs. You’re so sexy when you take control like this.

“Wanna make you feel good too,” you tell him, a hand coming up to grip the base of his cock and Aki’s hip involuntarily jerk upwards. His head falls back, a low moan already escaping him.

He’s missed your touch. He’s already worked up from making you cum and he’s missed you touching him so much he doesn’t know if he’ll last very long if you do what he thinks you’re about to.

Aki watches as your tongue rolls out of your mouth, pink and wet and he inhales sharply when he sees the little grin you get as his cock throbs in your hand.

“I missed this dick, Aki,” you whisper, leaning forward and placing a soft kiss to the red tip. He hisses, hips coming up again as he whimpers your name. You bring your other hand up to wrap around the head of his dick, tongue teasing the smooth, wet head for just a moment before you take him in your mouth. Aki’s chest rises and falls with shallow breaths as he watches you swallow inch after inch of him. He lets out a strangled moan when the head of his cock touches the back of your throat.

“Goddamn, baby,” Aki chokes. “Gimme a second. Hold on.”

He runs his fingers through his hair, takes a deep breath to try and gain his composure…only to let out something between a sharp gasp and a loud whimper when you swallow around the head of his cock, taking Aki even deeper. You hum around his dick, the vibrations making Aki arch against the couch and thrust his hips forward.

“Oh fuck,” Aki groans. And he wants to grab your hair and push you down further, but he doesn’t want to fuck up your curls. He knows how hard you work to maintain them. He opts to bring one hand to your jaw, holding your face while your lips work up and down his length, Aki shivering at the way your tongue worships the veiny underside.

You hum again as your head bobs up and down, up and down, taking Aki impossibly deeper down your throat every time. More vibrations and your fingers come up, caressing his balls, the skin tight already as Aki squeezes his eyes shut and tries so hard not to cum down your throat. “Ah–shit, shit!”

You pull off Aki’s cock with a loud POP, sucking in a deep breath as your hand strokes him up and down. Aki is grateful for the small break because he was so close to literally drowning you in his release if you kept sucking his dick the way you were.

“Fuck, you’re perfect.” Your chin is dripping with your saliva. Aki stares through hooded eyes as you lift your other hand to wipe it away and he can’t help but to fall even more in love with you. You’re breathtaking, sexy, everything he’s ever wanted and in this moment he swears to himself that he’ll never let you go again.

“You’re so pretty,” Aki blurts. “My pretty girl.” He can’t help himself. He’s got tunnel vision. Only for you. His heart is pounding against his ribcage as he gazes at you lovingly. He leans forward. Reaching his hand out, he cups the back of your neck and pulls you to him, slamming his mouth against yours. A deep, guttural groan transfers from his mouth to yours, a result of tasting the mixture of your release and his arousal on his tongue and your hand still pumping his cock between you two. It’s dizzying. Aki won’t last much longer.

“C’mere,” he grunts, pulling you up from the floor. “Bend over for me, baby.”

And you do as he asks, climbing on to the couch and bending so that you’re on all fours.

“Aki…” you whine, wiggling your ass for him teasingly. Damn, he missed this. He chuckles, softly slaps your right cheek and then your left, groaning when he sees the way your ass jiggles for him.

Yeah, he’s definitely not gonna last long with this view.

Aki readjusts his position, one knee on the couch and the other foot on the floor. In this position, he can see how wet you are, practically dripping for him. He loves seeing you like this. Ready and wanting– wanting Aki and Aki only.

“Ready, baby?” He asks.

“Yes, Aki, fuck me, please…” you moan. “I need you so fucking bad right now, Aki.”

Aki takes his cock in his hand, squeezing hard and stroking, a bead up precum dripping onto your couch. He’ll apologize for that later, but right now all he wants is to be as deep inside your tight, wet cunt as physically possible.

He guides the tip to your entrance and pushes forward, eyes rolling back with pleasure when he feels the tip barely slide in before your walls and trying to suck him inside. Even so, he resists bottoming out immediately, pushing into you slowly, so slowly until his hips are pressed tight against your ass. You keen into the cushions of the couch, the muffled sound only making Aki more eager to push forward. So he does, skin igniting with goosebumps the deeper he goes.

You feel so. fucking. good.

Once he’s fully sheathed inside you, Aki places a hand on each cheek, spreading your ass open so he can watch himself disappear into your pussy. You lift your head, glancing back, over your shoulder to look at Aki. He glances up, eyes connecting with yours. And then he drapes himself over you, his skin fire hot against your back, and he pressed a wet kiss to your lips, to that spot behind your ear that makes your pussy squeeze down on him, down your jaw, down your back.

“Fuuuuuck, baby, you feel so good,” he whispers raggedly as he pulls out just barely, then pushes back in again. Aki takes his time, pumps his hips in short thrusts. He slides his fingers down to your clit and rubs in slow circles, grunting when you push your hips down against his hand.

Your face is back in the cushions where you’re moaning a string of incoherent noises, louder and louder as Aki begins to really start fucking into you. His hands are back on your ass, watching his cock drive in and out of your pussy, moaning at the sight of the white cream forming at the base of his cock.

“So tight, baby, so fucking tight,” he grunts, lifting both hands only to bring them back down to smack your ass. You cry out into the cushions, muffling the sound and Aki reaches around to grab your jaw, pulling you up.

“Thought I told you to let them hear you, baby,” with his free hand he smacks your ass, hard, the loud gasp you let out morphing into a loud moan when Aki gently rubs his hand over the area, soothing it.

“That’s it, let everyone know who’s making you feel good tonight. Every fucking night from now on,” He lets go of your jaw, reveling in the way you no longer hide your whines, moans, cries of pleasure. Everyone in this apartment should know it’s Aki who is fucking you so damn good right now. And it’ll be Aki fucking you like this from now on. No one else. Only him. You’re his and he’s yours.

His hands come down on your ass again with a loud SMACK and you scream Aki’s name, your walls clamping down on his cock. His blue eyes are locked on your ass. To the way those round globes bounce with each hard thrust and he has to see more. He spreads your cheeks, watches your little hole clench around nothing as he fucks into your pussy. He wants to be in there, thinks about sticking his finger in there, wonders what it would feel to cum in there. But he’s not going anywhere. He’ll find out soon enough.

Aki leans forward and presses a kiss to the center of your back, brows knitting together in an attempt to not cum when you moan softly at the gesture. His balls are so tight, painfully so. He needs to cum and soon.

“Baby,” he breathes against your skin, reaching around to rub your clit again, gritting his teeth when you pant softly into the pillow, your walls fluttering weakly around Aki’s cock and he knows you’re almost there. He rubs tight circles on your sensitive nub, kisses that spot on your back again and you moan a little louder. “Cum for me, baby. Let me hear it.” Another kiss to your back and a particularly sharp flick to your clit. “Give it to me baby. You can do it. Cum for me.”

And you do.

You let out a sharp cry, your moans no longer muffled by the cushions. Your release tears through your body, your walls vice gripping Aki’s cock, sucking him in with no intention of letting go. And that’s it for Aki. His fingers dig into the meat of your ass, forehead pressed into your back as he finds his own release, pumping into you one, two times before he fills your pussy to the brim with his cum. He’s gasping, grunting through gritted teeth as your cunt pulls every last drop from him.

You’re both still catching your breath when Aki pulls out, affectionately sliding his hand down your back before he wraps his arm around your waist and pulls you down with him as he lays back on the couch.

“Oh my god,” you breathe, turning to look at him. His cheeks are pink, hair damp and clinging to his forehead. He laughs.

“God, I missed this,” Aki says, pushing his hair from his face. “I love you,” he confesses quietly, kissing your forehead.

“I love you, too.” You roll over the best you can on the couch while your legs feel like jelly and snuggle into Aki’s side. He wraps an arm around you. You’re both quiet for some time, simply enjoying each other’s presence. It’s only when Aki starts to shift that you sit up.

“Will you stay?” You ask, turning toward Aki and brushing his stray hairs from his face.

“Yes,” Aki promises, kissing your head again. “I’m not going anywhere.”

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mistystarshine · 4 months

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The Intersection Of Memory and Identity

Piece by piece, Denji's family comes back together.

Now complete.

#Chainsaw Man #CSM #Hayakawa Family #Akiangel #denji hayakawa #Aki Hayakawa #Power Hayakawa #Angel Devil #Nayuta #CSM fic #The Intersection of Memory and Identity

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starrbright · 11 months

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GREED AND EVERYTHING BETWEEN

CSM Yoshida x Chubby Reader

These devil hunters know a thing or two about greed, sure, but the thin line between the difference of a hungry devil and them; a devil hunter, when they met you—it fades easily.

AFAB reader, use of pet names. 20+ age of characters. JEALOUSY ( the title is literally greed 🚶🏽‍♀️) stalking. obsession. finger sucking. fingering. intercrural sex. vaginal sex. unprotected sex. yoshida being creepy as fuck. it was fun to explore his creepy ass.

If you saw that first post, no you didn't. decided to separate them. 5.3K words. got carried away and wanted to take a different route with the whole thing. HIMENO. KOBENI.

You were nothing interesting, to Yoshida's mind, that is--but that's not to say you hadn't caught his eyes from the first time you met or since then. Even when you barely spoke or showed much emotions other than satisfaction with the competency with your work, if that is such an emotion anyway. Though, a lot of people were like that in the divison; closed off, and almost could say the same to him.

But could it have been avoided for him to get curious when you two were always paired up when demanded, and still when you work well enough together, you didn't pay him no attention. He was fucking nosy after all.

Though it was him who was not paying attention, at least not enough. And how fucking thankful you were for that. Because how embarrassing it would be if he found out you had a crush on him? How silly you'd look? )): Everything that you got away with; stolen glances at him when you walk together, when he's too busy fighting his enemies, you'd see how smug he is when in his element and it makes you purse your lips as a smile would show, all the while you're fighting, too. Looking back at him when you pass by each other in the hallways. Thinking of him as long as your mind let you, heart always faltering whenever he's there. Any emotion besides neutrality would threaten to stitch to your face as your insides would flutter. Still, there was thrill in the risk, even more as you knew he would spare you glances when you weren't looking, as he thinks, that is. It was fun, letting yourself indulge a silly crush with your co-worker, it was a game of your own, better left hidden and just left like that.

But you got carried away with it. Confident that you wouldn't get caught because it had been a long while, so you didn't worry; your guard let down.

So inevitably, ): you got caught faltering.

And that's when Yoshida found that he had been blindsided by you all along. In the moment of your fight, there you were letting your eyes go to him again, his enemies was locked by the octopus devil and he's spouting words that were probably pissing them off. Then the bitten smile you had was let off as his eyes found yours, so much enough of seconds has passed that he's seen you looking to him and only then you woke up. Those short seconds that could count so long more than it should because you know he saw the amusement in your eyes, the smile you were hiding. All of what you were then was gone and there you truly are, right in front of his very eyes.

Yoshida smirked at your frozen state, even when you were a bit far away from each other, he can clearly see how you lost so much of your composure and of you, seeing him how smug after he got over a second of surprise.

You didn't think such a mere moment would have you fearing more than the devils you fight.

For someone like Yoshida.....for a thing like that to get past by him, it was something--something fucking rare, and he couldn't just let it go without having his own amusement. After all, you owe him that much.

And did he fucking got it. But he didn't expect it to turn out what it had been, what now was--he's not complaining though. Not when you were trembling beneath his hold, your eyes that was dwelling with tears as you looked at him pleadingly, what you were saying with them, he's not sure of, whether you wanted him to continue or to stop--it made him want more to just have you there.

But let's go back from where your end had begun, shall we?

You distanced yourself from him as your tasks were done, you can see his eyes on you seconds after seconds, and you know that he knows, and he knows you're avoiding it, keeping your hands in your pocket as they were shaking. One would think that what's gotten you shaken up was because you fought such creatures but no, it was because of the person besides you who looks harmless but you knew that was wrong and it can be so much from there on.

As you continue to walk to where the rendezvous is for your team, he spoke, "Don't you think I did well back there?" Your feet slowed down while your breathing increased. After a long while that you worked together, this was the first time he spoke to you besides about work and even from that, it was rare. You couldn't speak but just stopped there.

Yoshida went to you close enough that you could shudder as he lowered his voice, "Your smile back there would say that you agree, no?" Even when you were now feeling all of the beating of your heart in your body, you managed to force yourself to look at him, and you wish you hadn't. He had the look that he always had whenever facing his opponents; the thrill to conquer, a prey to be taken, and you know damn much of it because, well...it's what gotten you in this predicament, right? Because you always had your eyes on him.

It turns out that your admiring eyes weren't enough to see through him. Because if you did, you wouldn't be feeling so much of dread as you got caught in your own harmless game. You wouldn't envision a mouse getting caught in the trap by playing with the bait. Surprise surprise, your frisky actions had daunting consequences; him, the object of your said actions, and him, the price for it.

As you stared at him and you're unmoving, fear is what he sees. He doesn't think he had seen it before in you, and that was saying a lot, given when your life is always at stake from what you do. He's found at that second, he likes that look on you; cowering.

He went to your ear, his voice echoing of promise with threat, "So frighten already, little mouse? I'm just getting started with you."

You knew there was no escape for you there on. Literally. Both of you were posted to look after the chainsaw fiend, enrolled together in a public high school in doing so. How ironic, isn't it? There you were indulging yourself in a little crush that had you feeling you were back in school in your hometown, innocent and fleeting. And there you are now. A reality check is what you would call it, a hit to put you back in your place but the only different thing is, there's no going back to your normal life anymore, at least fighting devils daily was normal as it was your job.

What wasn't normal is your nerves spiraling as you went closer to the gate of the school, dreading to see that fearful gaze so early in the morning, and what did you expect? That he wasn't just gonna show out of nowhere, making you jump and clutch your bag tightly that was on your shoulder, him with his head tilted and a lazy smile, enough to keep you on your toes for the whole day?

"The uniform suits you, aren't I lucky to get to see you in that every day?" Nothing was much more than adorable in his eyes as he looked at you. You looked good in the usual work clothes of a devil hunter, sure, he admits--and to have seen you waver so much in that said attire for a short span, your demeanor that you had when you wore it, that was lost because of him, was great as well. But you're looking so cute in that white long-sleeved shirt, black top and skirt, a ribbon to top it all off. Fear again in your eyes, no less. It was a feast.

"Still not speaking to me, huh?" Yoshida leans down a bit and you flinched when he did. Giving him no answer but a worried reaction, he smirked. "But I'll have you squeaking to no end in no time."

You didn't think it'd get worse from there but of course, it did.

First day of it and you just had to be in the same class, out of your control or choice. The chainsaw boy hasn't done any shit for you both to be alarmed, letting him to let loose, and a problem to you. )): It should be nothing, really, all he's doing is just looking at you, sometimes tapping your desk or calling out to you with a small utter of your name, but it affected you well enough for him to be entertained. Minutes to minutes, you'd spare him that wavering gaze or pleading eyes to tell him to stop, or you're pushing your chair a little away from him. Then after classes to after checking on what was demanded, he's there again to pester you. Silent but still there, walking off to somewhere like he wasn't there.

It was paying off, amused by how well you're still keeping up. Though, that makes him wonder how long and what follows after. So he pushed a bit further. )):

Finally, you're left alone as you walk in the hallway and for the first time in a while, you felt at ease. But that was suddenly ruined when a finger poked your side as a voice followed that made you jumped and lose it. Anger immediately rises and you knew who it was, turning around to face him, all senses left and your voice took over. "Will you stop?!" It was all over you and you realized as you saw his shocked face. Your eyes wide as saucers and you took a step back once his look began to turn back to normal.

Yoshida follows with one step, leaning down further than you ever have been close. "Well....looks like the little mouse finally squeaked." His breath was fanning yours and heavy was how you breathed. He stayed like that, enjoying how you lashed out and how you took it in.

But having enough of what he was doing, you managed to have some fucking courage to look at him with pleading eyes that was beginning to water and a hand that was trembling to reach up to his shoulder, just above his chest, "P-please....stop..." In a breathless and shaking voice you uttered, weakening fingers crippled up his polo and his eyes showed something you've never seen before, one that had you thinking you shouldn't have done and got you running away from him.

His hand went to where your hand just were, crippling up the already crippled fabric, his face lighting up.

Oh, what have you done?

What a piece of work you are. For him, rather, just so perfect for his nosy ass. Unfolding and unfolding. So he can't stop now. Because how could he when that face he saw, what you gave him, it kept him up all night. Your begging voice, he heard it even as his eyes drifted off. You've haunted him since then.

He had to do something about it.

And what he did is you didn't expect, for how many fucking times, you don't know. "Come with me to the cafe I go to." Yoshida spoke as you both walked out of class, but you just avoided his gaze and continued to walk. He just followed, huffing a grin, expecting it wouldn't be easy. But the challenge always only made it more fun.

"Come on, it's my treat, take it as an apology and I'll be off your back." He wouldn't, really, and he figures you know that. Your walking slowed down, mind contemplating, "Denji might get into some trouble again." You said but still not facing him, yet you saw his grin turn wide, if anything, it made you scared but you were getting worn out from his games. So you might as well entertain him willingly.

"So let's save his ass then and be off."

After catching and finishing what the said fiend had started, with untainted clothes, thankfully--you found yourself sitting across from him with the food you guys ordered. "Didn't think you'd actually agreed."

"And I don't think you would've given up if I didn't."

He leans back, smirking at your pissed off tone, and frankly, you couldn't give a fuck anymore if you showed it. The person you were admiring from a far yet still close, had become the reason why your walls was fading, and he was doing such a shit job at it.

Then he leans forward down on the table, his chin on his hand, almost a pout on him, "I thought you like me."

No hesitation at all, "Now you fucking annoy me." There goes your restraint.

Yoshida laughed, head thrown back, his loud voice bouncing off the walls and what a pleasant sound it was to your ears. Maybe he isn't doing such a shit job at it after all.

Your blunt expression began to wear off and turned gentle as he calms down, seeing some twinkling in his eyes. You've really lost it. "We should do this some time again."

Well, at least you knew at the beginning he was lying about him getting off you back, it made a little easier to agree with the notion.

There it was set for your walls to crumble down completely. Slowly, he did. It was easy, one moment you're cowering to lashing out to being yourself to him. And it was supposed to end there, he was supposed to be bored by then. At least, that's what he expected. But of course, like any other thing we do to spite others for our own gain, it came back biting him in the ass. Like any other cliche story, he began to see you. More than you did.

And......not to mention he hasn't forgotten that moment of your such weakness, tearing up to him. He wanted to see it again, and the other thing, of course, how could he forget that?

That you like him.

That he can still see how you steal glances at him, the wavering in your eyes way gone and replaced with utter delight and curiosity; you're not faltering to him anymore. You were.....comfortable. Comfortable enough to trust him. Comfortable enough to not suspect he was following you home every day now. To not see his ever observant eyes gazing at your long skirt flying up because of the wind, catching a glimpse of your legs and thighs. He never had the chance to think he was deprived of such a sight. To not notice why he was the reason your handkerchiefs would always be lost.

.....Comfortable enough for you to be friendly with others, for you to smile so freely at them, only then he remembers that even when you were okay with each other--you've never smile at him like that. That's when he felt something inside him snap, not realizing that his rope was going thin.

You like him, didn't you? So what would stop him for him to have you? Absolutely nothing.

And there he goes. Wanting his.....feelings to be known. Taking you both to an empty classroom as it was break, pulling you away before you could even speak of what to eat. "Is something wrong?" You asked as your eyes roamed the room, expecting for him to talk about a serious situation.

........The situation is serious, alright.

It is, when Yoshida had a readable expression as he turned to her after closing the door. You've never once had read his face that allowed you to guess what he was thinking of, you never saw through him. But as he walks closer to you, each step he made had you see what he wants to do and you just stood there, unable to believe that the thought in your mind is unfolding right in front of you the very second.

Before you could utter his name, his hand went to your chin, cupping it. Yoshida stared down at you, eyes determined but he took the time to look at yours, finding uncertainty in them, it was close enough to the fear he saw back then. Then it went down to your lips, he was fazed by them but your eyes didn't look at his but just his eyes, disbelief still running high.

Then nothing could have prepared you when his lips met yours, a gasp leaving you when he leaned in, your eyes closing, nonetheless. The hold on your chin softens to cup your cheek, it eases you but still you clenched your fists on his shoulders. Your mouths remained like that, locked on each other, but really, it was because you couldn't fathom what was happening, and frankly scared to do anything to end it, scared to mess up. Yoshida however.....he'd almost feel the same but if anything, he was relishing the state you were in, more so by the warmth engulfing his mouth, letting it stay and run through all over him, all the way to you.

He was a patient one, he likes to think that he is, anyway, but not so much that he's not moving his lips now, leading yours to follow. An arm coming around your waist, pulling you closer to him, one leg going in your middle and you feel a tent growing on him, making you gasp. Yoshida took that opportunity to let his tongue in, your breathing gone as his mouth closed on you, his tongue roaming and a whimper from you for you can't keep up, let alone handle it--your fingers now digging in his shoulders, the layers of fabrics was nothing as he felt your nails, it only makes him go for more. Going further from your straying away gesture with a few sloppy kisses with his eyes opened, seeing how you were so flushed out as he continued to smack your lips, before finally pulling away.

Thin ropes of drool, your fluttering eyes and panting mouth. Yoshida caressed your face, his fingers grazing and rubbing your cheek to ear to your nape and neck, melting in his touch with shuddering breaths and dazed eyes.

The power he had. He felt. How he wants to wield it.

He squeezed your waist firmly that it made you flinch and hold his hand there, your eyes to him. Yoshida's lips curved so little, "There's my little mouse."

"....What?" You managed to let out. Even when he already did what he did, you still couldn't believe it.

"Oh, do I have to spell it out for you?" He asked, knowing you couldn't answer. He had an idea to make it easier for you.

"How about I just show you?"

Yoshida sat himself on a desk of a chair, pulling on your waist so that you're on him, your back to his front, so against each other that you feel his cock on you, making you bit your tongue.

He bunched up your skirt, showing your thin spandex shorts, from how short and tight it was on you could be mistaken as your panty. He smirked. His other hand teased its way from your knee to kneading your fat thighs, leaving a mark by how his fingers dragged and felt it up, going up until your sex, tutting his fingers above it, and you're flinching.

He cupped it, too slowly and gently, your head falling down on his shoulder. You were stiff but he knew what to do with that, "Relax," he whispered in your ear before biting on it. Then he put force in it, caressing it firmly in a repeated motion, one of your hands went to his nape and the other to his arm that was playing with your mound, moving against it, you pursed your moans, closed eyes.

But that he won't do. Two of his fingers pressed tightly on your mound, your clit was greatly affected by it that it made you twitch hardly but he just locked his hold on your stomach more while he kept the firm hold on you that offered your heat something so greatly. Still your sounds was muffled.

"Don't keep those sounds."

"B-but....what if, what if someone hears?" you panted while he took off the ribbon swiftly and opened your blouse, pushing the cloth out of the way, revealing your neck and chest bare to him.

"Even better." Yoshida left sloppy and wet kisses on your neck, the hand on your stomach going up to your breast as he continued his ministration on your cunt, you weren't keeping your sounds anymore.

Getting needier by the second, huffs of breaths you let out as you grind yourself against his hand while he was now licking and sucking your neck, feeling your slick pool beneath against the fabrics. Yoshida only grinned, "Look at you, I haven't even actually touched you--let alone your shorts still in the way and I can already feel that you're soaked." He speaks, admiring the marked that he made on you.

"Please," you whimpered. Fuck, he needs to hear that tone again, it made it his cock twitch--and that was saying a lot since his cock was all throbbing and pulsating even when he only was kissing you.

"Hmm? Please what?" He daunts, holding your neck now as if he was choking you, his hand on your cunt slowing down but you're still keeping your pace.

Though you didn't answer, too shameful it was for you to say what you wanted. Teary eyes looking to him. How cute.

Two of his fingers went in a up and down motion, too slowly but so firmly, you feel it against your entrance and clit, his other hand squeezing your throat, "Nothing again, huh? Well, looks like you'll be coming undone with those on." As he covered your mouth with his, he went back to giving what your cunt was begging, but this time more faster and harsher. Even with his torturing, you managed to dance along with his tongue, he found that adorable but he couldn't not win though--so he dominated your mouth by gripping your throat more firmer, catching you and he took that chance to closed on your mouth again, not giving you any way to topple his tongue.

You were close, he feels it from your faltering and hurried movements. He's not so cruel as he gives what you were missing; he pressed his clothed erection to your ass, grinding it while he rubbed your cunt so hardly, gurgled moans you let out, drool making a mess on your faces. With his continued assault on you, it didn't take long to send you coming, bucking your hips harshly, fingers digging down to his nape, "Yoshida," you dragged out weakly, feeling your essence spill.

But he didn't stop though, his pace now turned gentle to ease you from your high, the hand on your throat went down to take off the belt above your stomach, loosening the black top and opened more of the buttons to reveal your bra. His hand sneaking in to feel your breast, "Stop," you barely whispered as a finger circled on your nipple, of course he didn't listen.

"Hmm? Should I ?" He nips at your ear, then he showed his hand that abused your cunt that was still clothed, no less--thin coats of your slick smeared on his fingers, "Look at that." If that already had you squirming, what he did next was just send a wave of another need for more; he hummed as he put his fingers inside his mouth, seeing his tongue roll im between his digits, having to look away at the obscenity but he had other plans. Said fingers went in your mouth, a surprised sound muffled by his slender digits that was dripping with his drool and your slick.

"Dirty little mouse." He whispers as he eyes you take his fingers, the feeling of your mouth sends down the warmth to his aching cock, throbbing at how you were obeying despite the action has you wreathing with shame, groping your breast and pulling your nipple on the while

He was far from being done though. Yoshida unhooked your skirt, that and the belt falls down on the floor, showing your trembling thighs that was glistening with sweat. Still, even when the sight has him wanting to bite and mark your abundant flesh, his cock so tight in his pants, he took his time.

He pulls down on your short along with your panty, your sensitive cunt finally against his hand. "...W-What are you doing?" You pant as he massaged your folds, so smooth it was from how wet you were, breath caught up in your throat as you knew what was coming, "Yoshida-" But he just drove a finger in you, a loud gasp as you tensed up, both of your hands going to his arm that was in you, but his hold was strong. His finger only continue to move, your mouth falling wide, moaning more when he added another finger, bony and deft digits caressing your inside, "Fuck," Yoshida groaned at how you were swallowing up his fingers--ignoring the pain of how your nails was leaving crescent marks on his arm and how his thighs was starting to ache from how he wa supporting your weight, he couldn't give a damn about that and instead made his pace more harsher and with his thumb rubbing your clit, your moans never ending.

With how stimulated your cunt was, it only took a few more for you to come, "Mmngh--Yoshida," you let out, looking up to him as your hips buck up. You really shouldn't have done that for it only made him want more. Too satisfied that you're trembling under his fingers, tears falling with your eyes so desperate for him.

This is where your end led you.

Your white long-sleeved shirt sticking to your back and thick shoulders, soaked with sweat--Yoshida in the same state with his uniform, beads of sweat trickling down all over him. And with him lining his cock underneath your cunt, sliding it between your thighs, synchronized moans as his tip tauntingly slips against your folds, his fingers dug deep on your wide hips, moving you both so as to thrust against each other, skin's making that loud flopping sound around the room. You're on your toes, ass arched back as he rammed his cock between your flesh, his own pre smearing together with your own.

Then the bell rings, almost snapping you out of your daze, a hand finding his at your hips to stop him but he couldn't care less and just continued driving in and out of your thighs, his pelvis hitting your ass so deliciously, he's in a state where it couldn't be broken as he watched your flesh jiggle with every movement, in awe of how doughy your skin was and how he can grip it so tightly and he knows it will only give you pleasure.

You felt all too shameful that you couldn't be more shameless as you felt the thrill run even higher as you hear the sounds of chatter and footsteps grew nearer to where you both are, next to the room where a class is about to begin, where the walls are thin and the sounds you both make can be heard if loud enough. And loud was the echoes of your bodies clapping against each other.

"And you want me to stop, when you're clenching me like this?" Yoshida taunts, hissing at how fucking good it was whenever you tightened on his cock, the fatness of your thighs sucking him in and out like a damn fleshlight--your puffed up mound doubling the pleasure. With a few more thrust, his hips stuttered while clenching underneath you, his cum flying on the floor. His hands wrapped around your stomach as he still rutted his cock onto you, clenching up to savor the burning heat and you're following after, squeezing him down, a hand of yours on his nape again while you cried out and how crude his groans were.

Pulsing against each other, you breathed down together, he's panting on your neck while you're huffing out up to the ceiling as you caress his hair, still high, flinching as his cock was still inside your thighs.

After a seconds, he began leaving kisses on your neck up to your face, before nipping at your ear. "We're not done yet." He spoke, a warning, really. Wanting to feel that warmth that engulfed his cock again but this time in your cunt. You're wordless, gaping and you feel your clit throb again, he feels it as well. Yoshida chuckles, a deep rumble in your ear, vibrating through you, "Excited are we, little mouse?" He teases you by moving his hips slightly, a stuttering whimper from you.

Deciding to drop his teasings because of how pleading you sound, how you squeezed your thighs while you held his hand firmly. He lifted up your left thigh and lined his cock in your entrance. Fucking hell, how was it possible that what he felt earlier was nothing compared to sliding in his cock in your walls? Yoshida gripped your thigh so tight as he drove in further, stretching you, mouth agape, a silent moan out of you. He bottoms out, his tip feeling the heated air only to slide back in immediately, "Fuck," he swore, your tightness could make a man snap and that's exactly what happens.

Not giving you a moment to get use to the stretch, hooking his arm under your thigh, he rams his hips to you at a strong pace, "Hnngh-" strangling your moans as you knew it'd be loud from how he was hitting you, the flopping sound worsening. Yoshida held on your hips to keep you steady while your hands supported your lifted thigh and the other to cover your mouth.

Yoshida didn't prevent you from keeping your sounds anymore, knowing how loud you'd be, knowing as well how greatly he was abusing your overstimulated cunt--though if anything, your muffled sounds that you try to keep so low was fucking lewd, synchronizing with his short puffs of groan. And he swore, all he could see was white when you clenched down on him, bucking his hips to stilled inside you.

"Shit."

"Mmngh-"

He knew he wasn't going to last, not with you clamping down on his cock like that, your wide and jiggly flesh bouncing off him. Yoshida kneads on your hips and tightened his abdomen to ground him just so he could last a few more thrust, not wanting to go out your hot and tight walls just yet. But you tipped off the edge already, biting down on your hand as your released came to you, your walls pressing firmly against his cock and that's what sent him off. With a curse, he swiftly pulls out and his come falls as he pressed his cock on your back. He then lines it to between the cheeks of your ass, grinding through them to milk his cock dry.

You're fucking utterless as he fucked you dumb. Still, even when your cum is on the floor, some of it still falling from your cunt and down your thighs, Yoshida still grinding on your ass, and as he now made you face him to suck your mouth off--you couldn't believe it.

Couldn't wrapped your head around that your silly crush would lead to this; him fucking you senseless as much as he wants to and leading it to something more than just having you wreath within his hold.

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batteryeatery · 1 year

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asking denji to hit you in bed

cw: MINORS DNI f!reader, aged up characters, hitting, kinda dom Denji, he’s trying to be mean bc you ask him to be!! But he’s a sweetie pie at heart 💔, you collapse in doggy, denji’s rlly strong like he lifts you a bit, choking, creampie, 2.3k words

THANK YOU @akicore for sweet and helpful beta reading !

m.list & prev denji smut: study session

Bdsm is no foreign concept to Denji. He’s seen all kinds of porn, just, hitting has never really been in his arsenal of kinks. He’s certainly never tried it—no girl has ever asked. Then again, no girl has ever sat him down to talk about their interests before sex, period. You are by all means a first. That’s why, when you finally do let him know that you want him to get a little rough in the bedroom, Denji is completely dumbfounded.

“Try hitting… you?”

“Yeah! I’d be super into that! Or even choking.”

“Dunno if I…” Denji trailed off as he processed your words. “Even choking??”

You’d buried your face in his shoulder.

“Only if you’re comfortable. And I promise I’d tell you if it was too much! Please can we just try…?”

Next thing you know, Denji’s body is hovering over yours, tugging down a bra strap while you catch your breath from his sloppy kisses. You’re hot all over, you’ve been aching for his dick all day and you’re ready to start begging for it if you have to. But then you get an idea… maybe if I get kinda bratty instead of begging, It’ll make Denji smack me.

“Hurry, Denji!! Get this thing off me. You’re taking too long!”

He furrows his brows and starts undressing you with haste, ripping your familiar front-clasp open then grabbing your tits in his rough palms. He’s just doing what I say instead of—your thoughts are cut off when his lips find your cleavage, kissing hungrily before laying his tongue flat on your skin and dragging his way to your nipple.

“Ngh. Denji-“ You thread your fingers through his hair when he starts sucking your nipple exactly how you like.

You try getting mean again, hoping he’ll put you in your place, this time tugging his hair hard.

He only whines and moves to your other nipple, trailing one hand down your tummy.

“Denji,” you pant, “you can be… less sweet.”

Oh yeah. This finally reminds him of your conversation–you’d asked him to get rough.

So he rips himself from your chest and tries to solidify his resolve, grabbing your wrists and slamming them onto the mattress by your head. He tries to look tough.

“You were… you were pullin’ my hair too hard just now.”

You beam up at him, looking all giddy. Denji’s heart squeezes, she’s really into this.

He releases one of your wrists and smacks one of your tits, light and quick like he’s getting it over with.

Your mouth falls open at the little slap sound—it didn’t hurt one bit. You let out a giggle at his restraint and Denji bites the inside of his cheek to stop himself from giggling too. Okay, this is a start, you tell yourself.

You wiggle the hand that’s still being held down, pretending to struggle.

“M’really sorry, Denji! Won’t happen again— I got too excited!”

He starts to smile for a second before catching himself and putting on a mean face. “Yeah, it better not!”

He releases your other wrist to grab your breasts again, this time more forcefully. You whine as he pinches one of your nipples, letting himself get rough. Then he’s quickly moving his hands down, pulling your underwear, but you keep squirming. Denji frowns at you and pinches your thigh. “Stop movin’.”

You give in to the theatrics, crying out “Ohh I’m so sorry Denji. So sorry, sir!”

Denji smirks. He kinda digs the ‘sir’ thing. Maybe this whole dom business isn’t so hard. He successfully tugs your panties off and slides his fingers through your folds, spacing out when he realizes how soaked you are.

“I’ve needed you so bad, sir.”

“Can tell,” Denji mumbles. “S’messy.” He brings his dripping fingers to his mouth, licking them clean. Then he’s struggling to keep his composure—he wants to be a stone cold dom for you, he really does! But the taste of you on his tongue makes him feel like he needs to worship instead of exploit.

You pout at him, “Want you to fill me up please!”

Denji has to remind himself not to immediately give in. He brings his lips next to yours, pulling away a bit when you try and kiss him.

“You’re… bein’ needy.”

He kneads your hip while he talks, grinding his boxer-clad length against you. He feels like a hypocrite; he’d usually fold right away at your words.

“But I really do need you, Denji.”

Then Denji’s lips are meeting yours again, almost biting as his thrusts turn more desperate. You can’t help but move your hips upwards to meet his clothed strokes.

“Nuh-uh,” Denji grunts, forcing himself to stop, a new idea forming.

Suddenly he’s flipping you onto your stomach, giving you no time to adjust before he’s lifting your hips up so you’re on your hands and knees, molding your body into a position of his liking.

He holds his breath and smacks your ass a little harder than earlier—of course you moan. He exhales in relief at your reaction, smiling a dimpled grin that you can’t see. Maybe this is a form of worship too.

He hasn’t prepped you one bit, something he’s usually pretty meticulous about, but in the spirit of being rough and trying new things, he figures it’s okay to try forcing himself in without the usual routine. So while he sits on his knees behind you, he tugs down his boxers with one hand and reaches with his other to slide his fingers through you again, rubbing your juices up to your clit and circling it slowly. He loves the sticky sounds it makes when he touches you, he loves the way you arch your back and lean into him—it makes his already painfully hard cock twitch in his palm.

So he’s rushed when he moves his middle finger to your hole, inserting it to no resistance and curling it inside you—quickly adding his ring finger and then his pointer in an attempt to stretch you out quickly.

You start rocking backwards. You’re so turned on—you feel safe and relieved to have Denji taking control for you—and you’re certain it wouldn’t take long for you to come like this. But Denji has other ideas.

“Not yet.” He pulls his fingers out and delivers a harsh blow to your ass, his movements becoming more confident. You yelp and look back at him with a pout that makes his heart race.

“Could feel you trying to come already ‘nd you’re not allowed.” Denji announces, squeezing your ass where he hit you while his other hand lines himself up with your entrance. Then he adds, “Not till you’re around my cock.”

He feels kinda silly, pretending to be all rude for you, but he can also admit that there is something sexy about making you submit to him. It’s like a power trip, but it’s made so much better because you want his control, you’re turned on by it.

So, in a mean dom fashion, once he works the tip in, Denji goes full throttle and slams himself right to the hilt. You have to bite back a scream, always forgetting how big he is till he’s threatening to tear you in half from the inside—especially since he didn’t take his time working himself in like usual.

“Fuck are you okay?” Denji’s hands frantically rub your hips, trying to soothe you but not sure how.

You want to tell him you’re more than okay, to reassure him that you liked the painful stretch, but all you can manage is a weak mhm and a backwards roll of your hips. “Please don’t stop!”

Whatever hesitation Denji may have felt is wiped away at those words–Denji begins moving at a ruthless pace. The way you’re squeezing and twitching around him is brain-melting—it makes him feel hot all over. It makes him feel like anywhere but deep inside your pussy is the wrong place to be.

He’s the one needy for you now—not that he wasn’t before—but now he can’t hold back. It’s a relief that you don’t want him to. He finds himself forgetting the whole dom-sub dynamics, only focused on burying himself inside you and getting both of you off. So he falls forward a bit, dragging his wet mouth on your back with an arm around your tummy while you writhe beneath him.

Soon he’s thrusting so hard your legs turn to jelly, then you're toppling forward, collapsing from your delicate balance on all fours. Your face smushes into the mattress so hard it hurts before you turn your head, gasping for air. Luckily, Denji catches your hips before they fall forward too.

“S-sorry,” he pants, “can’t… I can’t stop though.”

He’s being completely genuine when he says this, everytime he pulls out your pussy seems to suck him back in, he couldn’t stop even if he wanted to.

Your responses are incoherent, but Denji thinks he hears you tell him to fuck you even harder.

Christ.

So he lifts your hips a bit more, holding your weight so he can angle deeper while you hold the mattress for stability. It feels maddening. Everything’s moving so fast—Denji hitting that sweet spot inside of you over and over. He wishes you could see yourself right now, he wishes you could see the way your ass shakes with each slam of his hips, the way your skin squishes in his grip.

“Fuck you’re so hot.” He can’t help but whine. Neither of you will last.

But, as you’re climbing your high, choking on your own breath and spasming around Denji’s cock, you can’t help but think of Denji being mean again, of Denji slapping you around and taking you how he wants.

“Denji..” you try, struggling to talk with your face all smushed and your back getting blown out harder than it ever has before.

“Yeah?”

“Rough.. Like it when you’re bein’ rough..”

Denji shakes his head to clear it a bit, he’d forgotten about the dom thing again. So he moves based on instinct, grabbing you around your shoulder and neck and yanking you upwards, forcing your back into a painful arch while his big hand remains secured around your neck. He’d wanted to be closer anyway, so this is perfect. He bites his lip as your position shifts the angle of his cock inside of you and you tighten on him again, clearly into his harsh treatment.

The weight of Denji’s hand resting carefully around your throat gives you butterflies.

“Choke me, please.” you whisper, quiet enough that he couldn’t hear if you weren’t right next to his ear.

Denji furrows his brows and slows the movement of his hips a bit. This feels forbidden to him— almost taboo. But he’s so close to cumming. Somehow the thought of how wrong it is spurs him on. So then his fingers are tightening, gently applying pressure and resuming his steady strokes. You wheeze a bit and Denji’s hand is swiftly removed, holding you around your chest instead.

“Are you okay—am I hurting you?” He asks, trying not to moan as he approaches release.

“No,” you breathe, “but I wan’ you to so bad.”

Denji wrinkles his nose but moves his hand back over your throat, taking a deep breath before squeezing carefully again. When you hum in satisfaction he starts picking up the pace of his hips.

It feels like a drug, the way Denji’s gripping you. Your brain is going all fuzzy, and maybe it’s just the gentle ebbing of your air supply, but it feels exactly the way you hoped it would—like you don’t have to do a thing, like your life is in the palm of Denji’s hand where you don’t have to worry about it.

You let your weight collapse in his hold, and Denji must have been prepared for you to fall because nothing changes, he keeps fucking into you and holding you steady—he knows your orgasm is about to hit.

And his is too, as his conflicted thoughts wash away with your tightening pussy. His hand’s growing sweaty against your throat but he keeps applying pressure, trusting that you’d let him know if it was too much. The trust—that was what he liked about it. He likes that you’re passing yourself over to him, giving him the lock and key to your safety and pleasure all at once. It makes him feel good.

So when he feels you clamp down around him, twitching and choking out a moan, he’s immediately finishing with you, shooting his hot cum straight into your womb and lessening the pressure around your neck. Then he’s pulling your face towards his, planting a messy kiss on your lips which you struggle to return, while his hands rub all over you, trying to be soothing. God, he thinks you look so pretty right now, eyes lidded and lips swollen, skin dripping in perspiration. You look holy to him—fuck he can’t believe you let him choke you.

When you both finally come down from your highs, your body is on the verge of collapse, so Denji supports you with his arms while he pulls out, then he’s carefully laying you on the bed. He almost wants to laugh at how limp your body’s become, but instead he slides into boxers and runs to get a washcloth to clean you. Once you’re less sticky, Denji crawls up to snuggle into your chest while your arms wrap around him.

“So uh. How are you feelin’?” he murmurs.

You giggle and he looks up to give you a goofy smile. Your hands comb through his hair.

“I’m feeling like I really hope we can do that again.”

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kuzoowl · 9 months

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CSM Tokyo ghoul AU! i did some mask designs for Aki and Denji

you should go and read Oblivion On Your Heels by @mistystarshine to see when they get them! :DDD this au is so good and actually you should read every part of it here

#chainsaw man #aki hayakawa #csm fanart #csm #denji #csm fic #hayakawa family #my art

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writer-kermit · 10 months

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"Aki! I'm on a call!"

❥ PAIRING: AKI HAYAKAWA x READER (Ft. Makima)

❥ GENRE: SMUT

❥ COMMISSIONED OR SELF MADE: SELF MADE

❥ W/C: 949

ঞ SUMMARY: This is a modern(ish) AU. The year is 2015, and you and Aki Hayakawa are officially on break. On your break, your boss Ms. Makima calls on your investigation. Aki seems annoyed by this wants to have you all to yourself. What shall you do?

ᰔ KERMIT'S NOTE: So Aki is kinda of out of character in this fic. I didn't think to make Aki doing the phone call at first. But I already wrote so there's that. If you want a request a fic, then ask me. And if you want a commission, then DM me! Thanks for reading!

ʚ WARNING: NSFW, Swearing, Oral (you receiving), Teasing, Makima, MINORS!! PLEASE GO AWAY!!

Twelve days. That was the number you and Aki Hayakawa worked without spending time together. Despite his dedication to Devil Inc., Aki missed you desperately. That’s why when he saw you in the kitchen on the phone, he was almost ecstatic–well, he didn’t show it of course.

While you were busy talking to Makima, Aki snuck behind you and wrapped his arms around your waist. You smiled at his affection but quickly got back on topic. You looked at Aki and mouthed an apology. You then resumed your conversation.

Annoyed by your antics, he ignored your faint apology and pulled you back into a tight hug. He rested his chin on your neck, his low voice vibrated against your shoulders and sensitive skin.

If it weren’t for you having a call with Makima, you would’ve given in to Aki’s demands. But you stood firm to your conversation and wriggled out of his embrace. You gently pushed Aki away and went to the living room.

“[....],” Makima spoke, “is everything okay in there? I thought I heard a grunt from you.” “Humph… I'm fine, Ms. Makima,” You replied. “May I call you back in a few minutes?” “Of course. Take as much time as you need.” You thanked Makima and soon muted yourself.

“Aki! What are you doing?” You snapped, “What do you mean? I’m just hugging you properly after not being together for more than a week.” Aki replied. You sighed and shook your head.

“Look,” you grimaced, “this call is for our last investigation. I could go from an internship to a fellowship.” You walked back to Aki and cupped his face.

“I know it’s been a while since we hung out one on one, but I promise it’ll be over soon.” You gave him a reassuring kiss on his face, making his lips curve into a small smile. You returned a smile and went back to your call.

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You and Aki were on the couch. To make sure Aki isn’t a distraction, you kept your distance. But it seems like Aki doesn’t understand your social cue.

“[....], do you have the business card of your previous client Nevine Mundu (this is not a real person. I made them up)?” Makima asked you. “Of course,” You grabbed the business card on the coffee table. “It’s XXX Corporation. Their number is….”

As you continued, you peered your eyes at Aki–who was resting his hand near your feet. You tried to pull your feet back, but Aki was quicker. He grabbed your ankle and rested it on his lap, making you jolt back on the sofa.

“What are you doing?” You scowled. “Nothing,” He replied, “I just wanted to ease you up a little bit.” Aki’s fingers slowly rubbed against the sole of your feet.

That bastard was doing this on purpose.

He knew how ticklish you were! So why would he use it against you? Before you could choke out a laugh, Aki hushed you.

“Stay quiet. You don’t want Ms. Makima to hear you now?”

“It would be easier to stay quiet if you didn’t tease me so much!” You thought to yourself, forcefully pulling back your leg. “Are you sure you’re alright [....]? I heard some background noises.” Makima asked you, making you jump.

“Y-yes! Everything is alright, ma’am. I just got a distraction near me.” You darted your eyes at Aki, who let out a huff chuckle. “Ah, alright then. As I was saying…”

Makima’s voice soon became a blur to you. You slowly became distracted by Aki. You shivered slightly at his touch. His hands slowly wandered up your legs to your hips.

He leaned forward and planted tiny kisses around your ears and neck, taking pride in every moan that escaped your lips. He went to your ear again, his breath was warm yet raspy.

“Next time you poke fun at me like that again, I won’t hesitate to fuck you stupid.”

Hearing that, you pressed your hand against his lips. “Aki, wait!” You whispered harshly. “I’ve done my waiting!” He whispered back, “I’ve waited for twelve days…” Aki grabbed your wrist and kissed it gently, making you blush hard.

“Okay [....], I have the reports printed out. Do you have any more information regarding your client's business?” Makima asked you. “Y-yeah… I do. Just give me a sec’ okay?” You muted your phone and pulled Aki close. “Take my shorts off…” You ordered him. Aki was skeptical but complied.

You unmuted and continued your conversation with Makima. You felt your heartbeat faster each second as Aki slowly removed your fabric.

“The CEO of the corporation is committing a pyramid scheme,” You started, “He was touching [me] the worker’s monthly paycheck and spending it on crypto.”

Aki heard your fainted ‘me’ and abided by your order. His hands slowly rubbed your sex, making you arch slightly. He smiled at your anticipation and continued to edge you on. You almost bit your tongue as you tried to hold back your moans.

“S… Since May of 2012, the CEO has spent…! Nnn… He spent over $1.5 million on crypto.” You shuddered. “That’s great information [....]. I’ll be sure to notify the police as soon I get my hands on them.” Makima replied, “I’ll be going now. You and Aki take care of yourselves.” “O-of course Ms. Makima. Farewell.” You finally hung up.

“I’m done,” You sigh in relief, “thank you for waiting Aki.” Aki looked up at you. His face became wrinkled and eerie drastically. “A- Aki?” You called out to him, “Is everything alright?”

“About fucking time…” Aki rasped, right before pouncing on you. It seems like he was serious when he said he was gonna fuck you stupid.

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blueparadis · 10 months

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AMONG GODS AND MONSTERS + YOSHIDA HIROGUMI.

───❪ content & tags ❫⋮ A ceratin kitsune!hybrid with some magical powers takes a drastic step when pushed to the brink of death. In this survival of game, Yoshida does not know if its okay to blur the line between good and evil, between gods and monsters to survive death. { kitsune-hybrid!Yoshida x human!fem!reader, possessive behavior, smut descriptions, some mixed references of myths, sacrilegious themes.} word count— 2.5k.

───❪ notes ❫⋮This is a submission of my entry for spring collab hosted by @public-safety-network & also tagging @orchid3a cuz i lob u the most. My exams are postponed so i took the liberty to finish a collab entry so my any means this won't be my best performance but i can assure you since i wrote on Yoshida i wrote it with all my heart, soul and ( redacted ) so yeah, you can enjoy this and if you do, don't forget to reblog.

Snow is falling outside. The world is covered in white, the trees have stopped singing, and the birds that have ceased crinkling. There is a kitsune sitting under a tree where the snow has yet to lay claim, brown and soft. Not a single creature can be heard breathing yet there is a trail of footsteps towards the snow-clad mountains. The kitsune walks up towards the trail of footprints and sniffs it. It is of a human and that too, of a female. As much as his eyes permit, Yoshida can only conjecture that the trail leads to the highest mountain peak. There is nothing at the summit of the mountains, never was; except the abandoned temple. It is almost a quincentennial old. Gusts of wind swirl around him as he changes his form from a simple mountain kitsune into his true form— he almost looks like a human but he is not one. Being in his true form has many perks— he can not be seen by others while he can see everything, his locomotive powers increase, and the sense of hearing and smell and as such are all heightened. He is greater than humans but lower than the gods, an outcast; a borderline creature among gods and monsters.

He reaches the top of the mountain within a minute. He scans the place and sees nothing except the abandoned temple. It has rusted bars, broken bricks,outgrowth of plants along the pillars and no traces of any prayer. Whoever came to his home must have returned or got lost in their way while coming here or may have died. That’s right, the forsaken temple is where he lives. A lazy yawn escapes his mouth. His mouth remains open agape as his ears pick up noise— the sound of a heart beating. His ears perk up. There is more: a sob and ragged breathing. Has human heartbeat always been this loud or is it just the place that it’s quiet?

Yoshida takes a few steps toward the temple to see the source of the sound and when his eyes lay upon the girl who is crying with her knees pressed against her chest sitting at the corner of the staircase of the temple he wonders, have humans always been this ravishing? The girl wore a red gown made of thick velvet with gold and silver embroidery, and all the jewelry from her head-to-toe was made of fresh flowers and plant twigs. Yoshida does not remember any diviner aroma more than this. His interaction with humans has always been scarce, filled with nothing but bad memories. So, he does know if it is okay to be intrigued by the same creatures that have appalled him for centuries. The kitsune-being studies her for a while as she keeps on crying. He could touch her head and come to know what is the reason that has this flawless mortal in her lowest spirits but that would call upon a great peril on himself. He would become visible to her and she would definitely think of him as some sort of god, which he is not.

The girl finally tips up her head. Yoshida Hirofumi has been living here for centuries. He has seen so many colors of humanity. He is not a believer in God. He does not need to. He is powerful enough to live on by himself but if he had to believe in the power and the Almighty, he would definitely believe in you. He watches you turn a little in the direction of the altar which is filled with dry twigs, broken branches, withered flowers, and dust. Your palms come together, your head tips up, and shaky lips crack open. “Dear god, if you can hear me if you. . .really exist please save me from being killed. Dear god. . .” You did not get to finish your prayer because clouds started to gather, winds started to blow from all directions, and all the flambeaus in the village at the foot of the mountain died casting a shadow all over it. Without much second thought, you run in the direction of your home with bare feet down the hill while Yoshida stands with rage brimming in his veins, mind, and soul. How dare a mere mortal threaten his existence?

There is a story believed by the people for centuries in this village. People say that this village is cursed which is why winter is the longest in this place than others. The villagers always had a set of precautions to defend themselves from this frosty cruel climate. They always did until they did not. One time, at the dead of night a girl from one of the wealthiest families went missing. A few days later, her body was discovered by the side of a river. She was decorated from head to toe, in bridal attire, and had blood stains on her inner garments near her crotch. While the priest rejoiced announcing how her death brought early spring in this village, the physician declared she died by breaking her neck after losing her virginity.

None knew this was a murder. None knew except a kitsune that witnessed a naive girl falling for a man, trying to run from her fate and hence falling prey to the very hands of her fate. That is what he believes in, fate. A track, so strong that none can defy it. Yoshida has been surviving for centuries among humans, by not playing god. He roomed within the deserted temple for a reason. No mortals would ever come to pray at an old temple. No human can ever be such a big fool to pray where the gods do not live. But tonight, Yoshida heard a prayer amidst the altar. It is not a small thing that can be brushed under the rug like dust. If he fails to fulfill the prayer he will cease to exist. He has been labeled with a lifespan now, that is until you die. He has time which is not much now that he is tied to you. To be bound to a mortal by death seems a little too much as punishment for being an outcast among the gods. He can not accomplish that wish of yours. He is not a god. He understands God. God has a choice whether to save your life or his. He is deprived of such luxury. Now, he has to play god otherwise he would die.

When something bad happens to you, you start to believe in superstitions. And, when something bad keeps happening to you, you start to pray. Your current situation was the latter, at the mercy of the gods begging for your life. From the early days of childhood, at least when you were old enough to understand the difference between good and evil, you had no faith in god. You did not believe in gods but perhaps the gods really exist otherwise when the last ice queen was sacrificed to the winter lord, that is, to the god of winter; spring blessed the village within a week. At the blooming age of adolescence you were declared as the sacrifice for the next “ice-queen” With such a hefty title along with your name, you knew you had no choice of running away. If you had fled, your sister or your friends would have been sacrificed in your place which did not seem fair to you. Sure, their turns would come when it's time but who are you to push them to their death by avoiding yours? Isn't it the deeds of god? Or perhaps a Shinigami? The weather on the day of your sacrifice was extremely dangerous. It forbade all the villagers to stay outdoors and all tourists to reschedule their visit for the holy union of the ice-queen and winter-lord. Perhaps the god was angry at you for running away. He must be otherwise, why would the winter turn so brutal? Somehow it did not make sense to you. Why would a god suddenly be angry when he has been worshipped for aeons? You look through the crack of the window, tears streaming down your face feeling betrayed by everyone, by your mother, your father, and your sister who had kept you in a locked room so that you do not try to flee again. You open the window letting the cold bite your skin. And there, you see the temple high on mountains and a shadow lurking among the pillars. Perhaps, god did exist after all.

At Fortnite, when you visit the temple in the high of the mountains Yoshida feels unearthly. Seeing you alive and well, even if the night of sacrifice has passed he feels that he is being reborn. Your eyes are not puffy anymore, and neither do you have a runny nose like the day he first saw you. You are breathing tenderly and your heartbeat seems soft and stable. He does not understand why you are here. The winter still persists. The snow is still knee-deep but Yoshida does not understand why the villagers had kept you alive. You should be dead stripping him naked from all his godlike powers turning him into a mere mountain fox. Of course, you crossed his mind on the day of sacrifice when he was supposed to lose all his powers but he did not. He did not think of this any further taking upon the fact that he might be reading wrong for all of these. Perhaps, your prayer did not reach him in the right place and time. But all his clouds of confusion passed away when you prayed again. You notice a kitsune snuggling up to your feet as you pray. It is the same kitsune you have seen sleeping at the foot of the mountain, under the tree on a cold evening when you first came here.

“Dear God. I believe in you.” You keep two baskets at the door of the altar stacked with various fruits and foods. They were offerings for you on the first day of your sacrifice. Throughout time, this sacrifice ritual has turned into quite an attractive yearly occurrence. It lasted seven days with all sorts of preparation for a bride and has turned into a major tourist attraction dragging people from other villages, celebrating it as a festive event, and sometimes participating in them. You go on your knees and bow down your head. Rising up you utter with a sweet hopeful voice. “You are my God.” Yoshida notices your lip curl in delight and for a moment he thinks he could touch you, feel you, to have you but then he remembers you are a gift for God, a thing that must not be tainted. A short-lived chuckle escapes his mouth as he sees you going on your knees as you whisper, “I hope to see you soon, my God.”

Yoshida decides to play God for tonight. Tonight is the time when you will be killed, a gift to god. He does not know how he is going to save you but he must otherwise he will die. He is sure of it. He is now lurking in his kitsune form amidst the crowd while you are high on the stage seated in the most graceful manner staring at the poisoned cup of syrup that you are supposed to drink. The ritual is supposed to start by any minute now. The mass that has gathered in front of you will be on their knees and hands closed for prayers. When they will chant the mantras for the god of winter; when the hymns and instruments will be in perpetual cacophony to summon the god you will drink the syrup and sacrifice yourself to the god of winter to welcome spring.

You see the mass going on their knees while your heart drops at the pit of your stomach. You close your eyes as you hear the name of winter-lord rising in unison in the voices of all those people you have lived half a life with and then, when you open your eyes with your vision blurred you witness a miracle. The fox who has been following you around since you were a child transformed into a human, but bigger. His hands rose along his ears and the moment it dropped there was nothing but absolute darkness. You were already sedated a little so that you could not run away but you could feel a hand scooping you into the air. You could see the whole village engulfed in darkness from atop the sky until your eyelids were heavy and you plunged into slumber.

When you woke up, you were pressed against the chest of a man, your hands resisted between the two hearts while his arms were embracing you lying on a soft quilt. To think that you have witnessed a fox spirit is beyond any tale you have ever heard in the village. You stare at him in awe digesting the fact that how humane he looks. No one can tell that he is not human. “Are you awake, love?” Even with such chilling winds you do not feel cold, rather the opposite.

His voice echoes. It feels divine as you give him a nod. You remember how one must always stay away from a fox spirit, for it can only devour you by deceiving you, that is how they survive. The dawn is almost breaking. You can now see, what seems to be the statue of the God of Winter, more precisely the Winter lord as you arch on your back feeling him roll over you. “I’ve waited for you so long, my God,” you whisper knowing it is useless to resist and why would you? You have been saved. Prophets would say you have been re-born, that you are one of a kind, that you are an angel sent from heaven, that you are the blessing that would free the other girls from the same fate, that you are almost God.

Yoshida certainly does not understand God but being your savior and mating with you amongst the altar of the very temple that has been worshipped by mortals for aeons sure gives him the thrill of being a God. And he thinks he can be. He can play god for a while, just for you. He dips his head in the crook of your neck starting to pepper kisses and trailing them up to your lower belly. He looks at the eyes of the statue before diving in between your legs. A gust of wind closes the door of the altar as he claims you as his own in front of the Gods. He eats you out until he hears a series of ludicrous moans from you. Your hands clutch his arms as he positions himself in front of your entrance ready to make you one of his kind by mating with you. While all the villagers are still sleeping at the foot of the mountain, a certain fox spirit is ready to show you a new world to you by playing god.

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