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xxsabitoxx · 1 year
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Experience
Kishibe x Fem! Reader
Warnings: large age gap (reader is in her 20s but it’s unspecified) and Kishibe is 50, car sex, hand job, degrading, praising, smoking
A/N: this was meant to be a short 1-1.5k Drabble but it turned into a mini smut instead (my brain is weird so some of y’all may still consider this a Drabble or you may consider it a full fic… idk man) anywho here he is :)
Word count: 2.6k
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“You… you can’t be serious, oneechan.” Denji was staring at you with an udon noodle hanging between his lips. You chuckled at Denji’s constant use of calling you “big sis” — Aki had reprimanded him forever ago about using formalities with you. You had told him senpai was far too much and that calling you oneechan was fine. Still, it made you chuckle that it was the only nickname he ever stuck too with no bribery needed. Aki still used the gum tactic to get Power and Denji to use the correct terms while addressing him.
“I am serious.” The smile never left your face, watching as Denji slurped his noodle the rest of the way. “But why? He’s so old! Hell he’s over half your age! Ain’t he like 50 or something? And you’re like 20-something? I doubt he can even get his dick hard!” You rolled your eyes, laughter bubbling in your chest as Denji’s clear shock at your crush on his mentor. You’d known Kishibe since you joined public safety a few years prior, having worked alongside Aki when it came to training under the man’s brutal regime.
“Oh I doubt that. Kishibe is a man of experience, he probably has over 30 years worth with women.” Denji still couldn’t see how that would appeal to you, if anything he thought it should be a turn off. “That’s 30 years of use. You’ll probably catch a disease.” At that you couldn’t help but snort, putting your cigarette to your lips and inhaling. “Just think about it for a second, Denji. Wouldn't you want a woman that knows what she’s doing? One that would know how to take care of you?”
“I mean yeah, but maybe a woman that’s only a couple years older than me. You’re going after a man that was well into adulthood by the time you were born.” You shook your head, finding it rather funny that Denji was seemingly peeved by this. “That’s real bold coming from you, Denji-kun.” The blonde quirked his eyebrow, eyeing you suspiciously as he went in for yet another helping. “You and your crush on Makima? The fact that she seems to reciprocate your advances? Kinda a similar situation… but mine is legal.”
You shrugged your shoulders, blowing the smoke you had inhaled. “Yah, whatever… go for your creepy old man then.” He stuck his tongue out as you rolled your eyes, a victorious smile still present on your lips. “No really…” he drawled softly “he’s right there.” You froze, head whipping around to the direction Denji had motioned to. Sure enough, Kishibe was sitting at the bar, a glass of whisky in front of him… typical. You turned back to Denji, utterly mortified. “You don’t think he heard us, do you?” The blonde shrugged, a shit eating grin creeping up his face.
“Denji!” You whisper yelled this time, face growing warm. “Huh?” He spoke a little louder than necessary “I don’t think he heard? What’s the big deal anyways? Ain’t you want him to know? So you can like…actually do something about ya crush?” He drawled loudly, enough to draw a few wandering eyes to your table. “N-not the point! Shut up!” You were snuffing out your cigarettes on the underside of the table seconds later, ready to make a quick escape before Kishibe could even notice you there.
The problem being, you knew your old mentor fairly well. It was more than likely that he was already aware of your presence. Not only that but you were nearly positive he’d probably heard you and Denji talking about him. You wouldn’t be able to escape him unless you put a conscious effort into sneaking out of here. Even then, he’d find a way to corner you and ask you what the hell was going on. “Eh, whatever oneechan… at least I have the guts to go for the people I like.” Now you knew you were done for.
If Denji was going to make this a game of confidence, you’d have to do your “big sister” duties and simply one up him. “You’re a pain in my ass.” You scoffed, watching the grin return to the blonde’s face as you pushed your chair out. “You can thank me later.” Was all he said, returning to his udon as you made your way to the bar. “Captain Kishibe.” You fought to keep your voice steady. Kishibe turned to look at you, the usual stoic expression on his face.
“Come to talk to the creepy old man sitting alone at the bar?” He chimed softly, watching your face morph into embarrassment as he confirmed your biggest fear. He heard everything you and Denji had said. “Blame blondey over there for that nickname. Guessing that if you heard what Denji had to say you also heard what I had to say.” Your arms clasped behind your back, fidgeting with your fingers nervously as you waited for him to speak.
Kishibe swirled his glass around, watching the amber liquid slosh before he brought it to his lips and downed the rest. “Oh, I did. Not that I’m shocked… you’re far more transparent with your emotions than you think you are, y/n.” You could have melted on the spot, seeped straight into the floorboards and disappeared forever. Instead, you shifted your weight from foot to foot, willing yourself to grow some confidence and test the waters. It didn’t seem he was necessarily shutting you down just yet.
“Well… I guess this was a pretty lame ass way of saying I have a thing for my old mentor.” Kishibe leaned back, eyes shutting briefly as he inhaled through his nose. “You’re just looking for someone to show you a good time. Tell me, have you ever actually enjoyed any of the men you’ve slept with?” His eyes opened and he turned to face you fully now, tapping the wooden top of the bar twice to signal that he was ready to pay his tab. “Truthfully, no.” A breathy chuckle left him, one that sent shivers down your spine.
“I see. I guess that would make it my duty, Hmm? Your old mentor has to show you the ropes… show you the good from the bad. A private lesson, if you would.” You didn’t quite know how to react, your brain working in overdrive to try and process the words he had just spoken. “S-so you’re saying you’ll…” you flinched at your own stutter, watching Kishibe eye you carefully. “That I’ll show you how a man properly satisfies a lady? Yes, that’s exactly what I’m saying, Sugar.” Your heart jumped at the nickname.
You found it hard to speak, instead you kept your mouth shut and watched your old mentor pay his tab before grabbing his coat off the back of his chair. “I paid for the fool’s meal as well as yours, he’ll get home on his own just fine. Let’s go.” Kishibe was heading towards the door, you waited till he was facing away to shoot Denji a look. The blonde seemed a bit awestruck that you were already leaving with him, you just shrugged as you left. You’d probably have to apologize the next time you saw him.
Before you knew it you were slipping into the passenger side of Kishibe’s car, thanking him softly for opening and closing the door for you. He slipped on the other side a moment later, turning the key so the engine roared to life. “I didn’t think you were the car type.” You commented softly, eyes scanning the amount of gadgets that littered the dashboard. The car’s interior was all black leather, that was at least something you expected from him.
“I’m not but the holiday bonus was nice and I needed an upgrade anyways.” He cracked his window, lighting up a cigarette before pulling out of the restaurant’s small lot and out into the bustling street. You didn’t expect him to be nervous, nor did you expect him to be awkward about the situation. Yet you were practically squirming in your seat, hoping he’d show some sort of nervousness to help you feel less inexperienced.
His cigarette hung half hazardously from his lips, one hand on the wheel while the other came down to rest on your thigh. You nearly choked on your own saliva, heat pooling in your gut at the simple action. “Amuse me, would you? What’s the best thing a guy has done for you, Hmm?” Smoke puffed out around his cigarette, eyes locked on the road as he waited for your response. “Offer to walk me home.” You admitted sheepishly, not quite sure how he’d react to such a lame response. It was true your taste in men hadn’t really benefited you in any way up until now.
He let out a gruff laugh, slowing down as he pulled up to a red light and plucked the cigarette from his lips. “That’s it? Seriously? Where the hell are you finding these bummy men?” You weren’t sure why his clear annoyance affected you the way it did, but you found yourself struggling to not press your thighs together. A small effort to relieve some of the ache, you knew if you moved your legs even a little he’d feel it. Then again, he was driving you back to his apartment to fuck you… would it really matter? “No need to be tense.” He murmured softly, hand squeezing your thigh.
“…’m not tense.” A stupid lie but it made him chuckle so you couldn’t really be mad at it. “Let me help you relax.” The cigarette was back between his lips, hand on the wheel as the light turned green. Kishibe pushed on your thigh, silently asking you to spread them. It took your brain a few seconds to properly respond, spreading them just enough that he could fit his hand between them. “Atta girl…” smoke puffed out around his lips once again, filling your nose in an almost intoxicating way. You were a bit shocked by the praise, nearly letting a whimper slip out.
The man you knew as your mentor was certainly not the same as the man sitting beside you. Then again you doubted he would ever woo the amount of women he did with his mentor attitude. Kishibe’s hand gingerly crept up your thigh before dipping between to cup your panty covered cunt. You mentally thanked yourself for wearing a skirt, giving the man in the driver's seat easy access to where you wanted him the most. He could feel your warmth radiating through the thin material, on top of that he could tell you were already wet.
Kishibe exhaled deeply, forcing himself to remain focused on the road even though he’d really like to look over and gauge your reaction. Truthfully, he had been waiting patiently for quite some time now for you to be the one to make the first move. He wasn’t lying when he said you were transparent with your emotions, but even then he didn’t want to risk creating awkward situations. He was getting old after all, a fifty year old man going for a woman in her twenties would certainly look terrible on his part if the other party didn’t reciprocate.
Maybe he was just a creepy old pervert for thinking that way.
Regardless, it was starting to get hard to ignore the persistent stiffness between his own legs. You’re breathing had hitched, suddenly dizzied by the fact that his hands were already on you. Two fingers pressed against the wetmark on your panties, drawing a sigh from your lips as he rubbed the material softly. “You’re more excited than you let on.” it was an off hand comment, one that had your fingers gripping the door handle to keep yourself grounded. Kishibe’s fingers slid along your slit, settling over your pulsing clit.
“You’ve said no man has ever satisfied you… I take it because he didn’t know where this was…” he pressed down, sending a shock of pleasure through you. Your mouth opened but nothing came out, slowly he began rubbing tentative circles, making sure you keep his fingers on the cloth of your panties. He wouldn’t let you feel his bare fingers just yet. More smoke puffed out, filling the car briefly before being sucked out the window. “I asked you a question, sugar.” you turned to look at him, face warm as his fingers continued to pleasure you. “T-that would be right…”
“Every woman is different, is this good for you?” you knew he was referring to his current action. “Y-yeah but…” you reached for his hand, placing yours over his as you guided him to a faster tempo. Kishibe took the reins again instantly, chuckling softly as you let out a soft moan. “Hmm, that better?” it was low, enough you send shivers through you as your hips jerked into his hand. “Need more…” you couldn’t quite figure out what specifically you needed, you just knew you needed more of him. “I know.” was all he said, fingers working you up continuously as he drove.
Part of you had to wonder if he was even driving you to his apartment at this point. It felt like you were going in circles around the city as he got you off in his front seat. Before you knew it, you felt your orgasm creeping up on you. “S-shit…” you clenched around nothing, the tension in your gut had appeared a lot quicker than usual. “You’re gonna cum, aren’t you?” he teased softly, fingers picking up speed ever so slightly. You mumbled out some sort of ‘yes’, gasping softly as the tension continued to build.
Maybe it was the combination of everything, Kishibe, his hand, the fact that he was doing this almost absentmindedly while driving through the city, everything was edging you on. “Then cum for me. Show me how much of a little slut you are. I mean really, you’re going to cum from me rubbing you through your panties. You’ll ruin them.” You whined at his words, the tension building so intensely that you were certain you’d fall apart. “Atta girl…cum for me” encouraged again, rolling to a stop at yet another red light.
He looked over at you know, the sudden motion causing you to turn to look at him. “C’mon… no need to hold back.” he sneered, the ghost of a smirk on his lips. You felt your lower lip tremble, head turning to look back at the road as your orgasm crashed down over you. Breathless gasps escaped your lips, hand shooting down to hold Kishibe’s wrist as he continued to work you through your ogasm. “…ough… enough…” you squeaked, overstimulation taking over as the light turned green.
He only slowed because of the light turning green, hand never retracting from where it was between your legs. “Here we are.” He commented offhand, pulling into the parking lot of his apartment building. You blinked, the throb already returning. “Hope you’re not worn out… I haven’t even gotten to show you a proper good time.” He pulled into a numbered space, shifting into park and plucking the nearly gone cigarette from his lips. You watched him put it out on an ashtray in his cup holder, turning the car off a moment later.
“Well?” You shivered as his hand pulled away, making you want to chase after him. “Y-yeah…I’m not worn out. Hell, after your training it’s hard to ever get worn out these days…captain.” You teased softly, not knowing where the confidence came from. A smile actually tugged at his lips, hand reaching for the door handle and pushing it open. “I’ll remember that, sugar.” For some reason, you felt as if you had just dug your own grave.
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Cringefail Loser Summit - Semi-Finals
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About Vlad Created an AI of the protags mom because he was in love with her and the AI literally broke through its programming just to be with the AI of her husband that Vlad for some god forsaken reason made. Literally what is wrong with him.
About Kobeni local woman always .15 seconds away from a mental breakdown and snapping, probably killing 13 people. she is such a trembling, wet chihuahua of a woman i cant remember a panel where she isn't screaming in mortal terror or about to burst into tears or sweating.
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catwiththebutah · 1 year
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He hated it.
Hated how you made him. Hated how dependent he was on you. Hated how much comfort you brought to him. Hated how desperately in love he was with you. Hated how no matter what you do to him he'll always be your obedient little goodboy.
He hated that he loved it.
How you'll always know what ur little pup wanted without him even asking for it. Loved how u still went on even though he said to stop. Loved how u knew that he only needs his mommy to tell him what's right.
Loved how u slowly broke and made him into your obedient little doll.
After all, he don't need to think about anything when his master is there for him to submit to <3<3
Reblogs are appriciated :))
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rinrinx2 · 1 year
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Good morning! It is currently 3 am but I wanted to ask for request since I have requested in the past and you wrote everyting so damn well!!!!!!! I wanted to ask for reader currently dating aki with kishibe being their ex and misses them, lowkey stalks them???? Probably comes to their house one night when Aki is out working/drinking or something? Reader thinks kishibe is drunk and mad for wanting to come back to them but he has been more sober than ever and tells them that he has tried to replace them but couldn't and he imagines their face and moans each time he does it, like he knows they arent his but he is still posessive and wants to love and be loved in a sick twisted way? thanks in advance in case you write it. Good night
Hope you like it and sorry for it being so late ♡
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Mine Forever
Kishibe x reader
Warnings: smut, Stalker vibes, manipulative, gaslight
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"What are you doing here” You yelled out to the drunk Kishibe that stood in your kitchen.
Kishibe remained still, not saying a word as he took in your image. The silk robe your wore that was sliding off your shoulders, that was barely covering anything as he could see the outline of the lingerie you wore.
‘Probably wearing that for him’ Kishibe thought as his eyes lingered on your figure. The though of him having you made him see red. How he probably touched and caressed your skin the way he did, but he knew it would never feel the same like when he did it.
“All dolled up for him?” Kishibe asked breaking the silence.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about” you replied trying your best to not show your fear for the older man.
“I never pegged you for the dumb type (Y/N), so don’t play dumb now. You know who” Kishibe said with a neutral face, and that ominous monotone.
“It’s Aki I’m talking about. We’re standing in his kitchen”. Kishibe said as he slowly started to approach. With every step he took towards you, you took one back praying that you would feel the hard wood of the kitchen door behind you.
“Why are you trying to run away. I’ve missed you so much (Y/N)”
“Why did you have to end things, I thought we were doing so well”
“Was it Aki that took you away from me. I think it was him, you know his busy with some demon rather than being here with you”
“What type of man does that, I never did when we were together”
You face was etched with fear, as you heard Kishibe speak. His voice remaining in that same monotone, no inflection, no break in his character as he spoke about your past relationship with him.
Your relationship with Kishibe was like one of those dark fairy tales, where in the beginning everything felt perfect only for time to reveal the true dark nature of it. The slow creep of his possessiveness over you, how he would forbid you from doing simple tasks all in the name of love, how every night he’d spread your legs as he’d rut into you over rand over making you proclaim who you belonged to.
And in the beginning all those cations seemed like an over protective boyfriend but soon your young naivety was gone and you were able to see the truth of your relationship with Kishibe.
“Aki is a busy man, I understand that” you said as you moved your hand about behind you praying to feel the knob of your kitchen door.
“You making excuses for him now” Kishibe said as he was only a few feet away from you now.
“You don’t understand (Y/N), the amount of pain I was in when you left me for him”
You eyes grew big as you watched as he now stood right infront of you, so close that you were able to smell the cigarettes on his clothes, and that malt liquor stench that was always on his coat.
But just as you were about to give up all hope on getting out of this situation you felt the cool metal knob behind you, quietly grasping it so that Kishibe didn’t become suspicious.
“I never left you for Aki, Kishibe” you said with more confidence now, as the feeling of the doorknob between your fingers brought more clarity to your mind that you would make it out of the kitchen in one piece.
“Yes, you did” Kishibe said as he brought his face closer to yours, so close that you could smell the mint on his breath.
‘Mint!’ your mind screamed, not alcohol. Your mind let of loud sirens, as your ex-lover was not intoxicated but of sound mind and yet he still acted so erratically.
“Kishibe, you need to leave” you said tightening your grasp on the knob, as you twisted it slightly preparing for your escape.
“Youre not going to push me away again (Y/N)”
“Kishibe leave mow” you said giving the knob a firm twist, but just as you felt the door slightly open, you felt it slam closed again. Looking behind you to reveal that Kishibe hand was now atop of yours as he had closed the door, preventing you from leaving.
“You think you can leave me again. Not this time. Not again” he said as your felt his lips hover over yours.
“You know (Y/N). it’s not I like I didn’t try” Kishibe explained as his eyes lingered on your lips before looking into your eyes.
“I really did try. I brought home woman after woman every night”.
“I’d take them home and put them into those positions that always had you screaming out my name” Kishibe said as you felt his free hand trail up your bare thigh. His fingertips ghosting along your skin, causing tingles of pleasure that you tried your best to not acknowledge but as much as you tried your body was still weak for him as a soft moan escaped your lips.
“But no matter how I fucked them, or how many times I fucked them all I could imagine was you. I used to close my eyes and imagine it was you I was fucking. That it was your pussy clamping down on me”
As much as you tried not to imagine what Kishibe was saying you couldn’t help it when your mind lingered there. Thinking about his thick hard cock, that would ravage you making your head spin with pleasure, you could feel your core heat up at the image of him fucking you, but still you tried your best to resist.
“I know your body better than you do” Kishibe said as his hand now shifted over your cunt, gently massaging it, his fingers massaging your slit through the flimsy material.
“Kishibe please” you begged out as you brought you hand down, wrapping it against his wrist to stop his actions.
“Please stop, I’m with Aki now you can’t do this”.
“If you loved Aki as much as you claim you wouldn’t be getting wet from my hands” Kishibe said as his head came down against your neck, placing soft kisses against it.
Before you could let another word out, you felt him move your panties to the side slightly. The cool evening air against your dripping arousal made your head feel faint with pleasure.
“Kishibe pleas-“ your words were cut off as you felt him slip his fingers into your cunt, his warm fingers, toughened from hard labour, prodding inside you against that spot that made your knees buckle.
As much as you didn’t agree with Kishibe, but you couldn’t deny that Aki didn’t have this affect on your body, he didn’t know your body as well as Kishibe did. He didn’t fuck you with the same passion and hunger that Kishibe did, and you’d be a fool to deny that you didn’t miss that.
“Your pussy remembers my fingers. I can tell my how tight you’re getting from having only two inside you” Kishibe said as his lips grazed your ear, feeling his hot breath against your ear as you shuddered underneath him.
“Please” you begged out, unsure if it was for him to stop or for him to finger fuck you more.
Kishibe fingers sped up, feeling as his fingers knocked against that deep spot inside you that hard you gasping for air. The ground beneath you feeling non-existent as all your mind focused on was Kishibe, his fingers inside you, his tongue against your neck and that cigarette scent that filled your nostrils full of him making you feel even more feral.
You felt you pussy spasm with pleasure, feeling your orgasm approach.
“Kishibe” you moaned out as you pushed yourself against him.
“You wanna cum for me” Kishibe teased, as he felt your walls begin to spasm.
“Yes” you begged out breathily.
“Yes Kishibe” you said feeling as the orgasmic feeling begin to wash over you, but just as the high was about to hit you felt him pull his fingers out of you. Leaving you the feeling of need and emptiness.
“Say you’re mine and I’ll fuck your brains out” Kishibe said playing with your puffy wet folds that made your mind go to mush.
“I’m yours Kishibe. Please” you begged out for me, to feel that euphoric feeling of cumming on his hard cock as it filled you with his semen. His hot semen that would gush out of your used whole.
“Good” Kishibe said letting go of his hand atop of yours on the doorknob, he had no fear that you’d run, you were drunk on him now to filled up with need to go anywhere but where he was.
Kishibe undid his pants, slightly pulling them down to reveal his massive cock that was leaking pre-cum. You watched as he aligned his cock with your pussy, feeling as his tip teased your entrance. Feeling the slick tip play with the entrance of your pussy as it clenched in anticipation.
You grabbed at Kishibe urging him to sink inside you, feeling his tip dip slightly inside you but just as he was about to slip in all the way you heard the front door open.
“(Y/N)-chan, I’m home” you heard Aki yell.
You felt Kishibe breathe against your ear, feeling the loss sensation of his cock prodding against you. You kept your eyes shut, waiting for what would happen next.
“(Y/N)-chan what are you doing?” You heard Aki as you opened your eyes to reveal that you stood all alone against the door.
Your head spinning with doubt if you had imagined al that had occurred, while Aki starred at you with a look of worry.
“I-“ you stuttered out, but before you could come up with an excuse Aki began to talk.
“Its okay, I brought dinner” Aki said as he placed a bag on the table.
Quietly you sat in you shared bed, looking over at Aki’s sleeping figure. As you mind went over what occurred early that evening. The doubt washing over your mind making you feel like a mad man, just as you were about to come to the conclusion that you had imagined it you saw your phone light up with a message.
‘You’re mine’ -K
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awarhammerguy · 3 months
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Started a master of executions. I'm sick of trim and I haven't even started
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Group D, Round 2, Poll 8:
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Propaganda under the cut
Missy/The Mistress/Master
The self proclaimed "Queen of Evil" She plays a multi year long gambit to get herself in a position of trust with the Doctor, only to betray his trust at the last moment. Plus, he name is literally the Mistress.
Makima
"I mean I guess she's gonna get submitted a gazillion times so you already know her. She could easily be the poster girl for this tournament. She is the QUEEN of 3Gs. Spoiler alert but everything she does has the precise objective to manipulate everyone around her and discard those she has no more use for. She will make you fall for her without you even noticing it. She will destroy everything else in your life to make you utterly dependent on her. She aims to make the world in her image."
She constantly manipulates everyone in the story, up to manufacturing their exact living conditions to get them in the position she wants. Canonically everyone is compelled to love her *just because*
that's literally all she does, her job description, her entire character
i fucking hate her for every reason and way she gaslights gatekeeps and girlbosses (which is many). make her win.
That was made for her lol. Huge spoilers for chainsaw man obv. She groom a homeless teenager, give him a house, a family then kill them in front of him to traumatize him so hard so chainsaw man can take back the control of his body (makes no sens like that but that's not the point), because she wants to use chainsaw man to eradicate every fears in the world (cause there're devils based on humans fears but again that's not the point). She's creepy as hell, does she have a heart ? Probably not. She also controls the devil hunter organisation stuff (while being the control devil but no one knows that). She can control anyone she judge inferior with chains, and she judges almost everyone inferior to her so it's kinda op. People loves her tho, they think she's neat (she's not)(in chainsaw man btw)(like, lot of guys are in love with her, probably cause she manipulate them)
Spends the entire series manipulating Denji to make him emotionally dependant on her. Constantly manipulating and using everyone around her.
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weeblmaodotcom · 9 months
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Denji The Drum Master , Meme by Weeblmao.com
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xuzuitengenx · 10 months
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Chainsaw Man x SMR
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𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐒𝐓:
𝐍𝐒𝐅𝐖:
𝐅𝐋𝐔𝐅𝐅:
Aki Hayakawa
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threadbaresweater · 9 months
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Chainsaw Man Master List
Aki Hayakawa If Not For You Aki Hayakawa is the non-committal type. Aloof, quiet, and mysterious, no one really seems to know much about him. You're a quiet wallflower studying at the same university as him, navigating a tumultuous friendship with a girl who is your polar opposite in every way. When you meet Aki, your little world is flipped on its head, and nothing will ever be the same again. This is a multi-chapter fic. Love- a confession, under the hazy lights of a night out From Here to There- Aki doesn't want your first night together to be remembered in a drunken haze. NSFW Sleep- Aki knows what it' like to lie awake for hours and wish for sleep. He's here to help you battle your own insomnia in a gentle way. A Temporary Reprieve- You knew that a relationship with Aki Hayakawa was a risk. You vowed to take it as it comes, to take care when it came to your heart and your future, but when you fall pregnant with his child, you realize that the best laid plans often go awry...NSFW
Kishibe Different Paths- you haven't seen Kishibe in years, but you run into him at the grocery store and remember why it never worked out between the two of you. What You Need- When you find yourself in the midst of a marriage in shambles, you find a way to ease some of the pain, no matter how temporary. NSFW Yoshida Hirofumi Smile- Yoshida asks you on a date that's poorly disguised as a devil hunt, and you reluctantly accept.
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sugurizz · 10 months
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I need the CSM season 2 to drop already I'm here thinking everyday all day about the ✨MANY✨ways I can gobble Kishibe's cock up like PLEASE mappa come on
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akihayakawife · 1 year
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hello guys i hope you like my makima fanart :3
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catwiththebutah · 1 year
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Sometimes i just need someone to take care of me. Treat me gently, love me, praise me, make love to me... but then again. I just wanna see my fav boy making a mess for me, whimpering from the pain and pleasure, turning into a babbling mess and begging for his master~
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vexx-the-egg · 2 years
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Fujimotos use of Body language and how it tells us EVERYTHING we need to know.
[Minor spilers ahead]
We need to talk about the art in chainsawman, because I feel like it's hardly ever addressed and it's one of those things that could easily get lost in adaption with the anime coming out this summer. The way Fujimoto priorities SHOWING emotion over telling it, is in my opinion, under appreciated and under utilized in modern manga. And I'm going to prove it. At this point its almost a running joke. That every Shonen manga in existence will have the main character loudly declared his beliefs and goals to every person he meets. Stuff like "I do this for my freinds/You have angerd me!! I will make you pay" but fujimoto dosnt do that at all. In fact he actively avoids it by having his characters and often Denji deflect from there emotions or hide and mis interpret them all together.
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We all joke at this panel because it comes OFF as a joke. Denji who has just finished a kill on a devil man is distracted by porn mags. Haha but is that really what's going on in this panel? No. Sure denji goes on to make seeing/ touching boobs his goal but is that really thr only thing that he wanted? Well no. In fact when denji GETS the thing he claimed to want hes..dissatisfied, left to ponder if it was even worth it .until he meets makima again he doesn't even want anything to do kissing, relationships, or even boobs, they dont even cross his mind at this point. So what else DID he want I'm this panel. Fujimoto doesn't shove it in our mouths via big rallying speach - but he dose still give us the answer. In context this frame happens right after Denji makes the choice to kill a devil man for the first time. A devil man. The same thing denji is. Not only is denji also a devil man but by the empty dirty apartment full of porn mags its extremely clear that this devil man was probably completely alone, poor, and without direction. A very simulare lifesryle that denji has lived in all his life. He was faced with a reflection of his own self and told to slit its throat. He does. With hesitstion of course but one that he quickly covers up by grabbing a couple of porn mags and complaing that "he didn't want blood on the magz". The whole place is full of magazines. Personally I don't think Denji would have been that picky. But denji never openly admits his complicated feelings on this event. Instead he tells himself "I want to touch some boobs". Now in Denjis case it's clear that his gut reaction to deflect from his feelings may not even be something he's aware of. Denji knows he wants SOMETHING (a better life) but he dosnt know WHAT so he process then best as he can. His body language shows us that hes struggling. Hes hunched over almost hugging himslef in comfort, eyes cast down, despite the joke he shows no sign of lauging. Denji is a character who struggles with even understanding his own internal struggles. Not only is this a great way to show how fujimotos art direction lends to the narrative but it also shows great character decision. Denji hides his feelings because he canot process them. Unlike other characters such as Makima, Aki , and Reze who actively hide there emotions while knowing exactly what they want. Which is also shown through Fujimotos art, through misdirection, subtle body language, and even specifically placed eye contact.
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Despite the proud talk from the man Makima in this panel isn't the losing party. We know this even befor the fight begins. Not because of diologe but because of her composure. Calm. Collected. Amused even. Surrounded by enemies who would have no qualms of killing her. Her gaze just as unflinching as his yet far more relaxed.
Then we have rezes moments. Moments where she realizes something. But doesn't comment on it.
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Her expression is that of controlled surprise. She knows something isn't right. But she's choosing not to comment on it.
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Even when she does decide to speak to Denji about it (despite her best interest not to) she still holds an air of controlled silence. Her face completely hidden except for a still smile. The panels flipping between denjis struggle to understand her questions and her still hidden reaction. Instead of explaining any more to denji or talking about her feelings. She changes the subject. She never says "oh this is awkward/ time to change the subject" she just does. The mood is tense ans uneasy And once you learn more about Reze that's when you understand why. She never tells us directly but for those who have finished the bomb arc well we have our answers...
As for aki. Even The cold cool calm collected REAL Shonen protag still has plenty to hide and plenty emotions to work through.
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. After Angel tells him that he has loss years of his life just for saving Angel akis eyes immediately flash with regret. At first he's shocked and stares straight ahead. Then fujimoto brings even more attention to Akis eyes as aki begins to understand and come to terms with the Angles words. Finally. Regret tenses through his face and Aki says "I've had enough of watching people die in front of my eyes". These words seem sincere....but yet again aki is posing a contradiction. Aki is a devil hunter he has and will continue to see the people around him slaughterd daily. As long as he has his job he will continue to be followed by death. If it was really about not wanting to watch people die he would have quit after thus. And yet he doesn't. He stays. And spends a considerable amount of time with Angel after this. Despite his suffering and what it took to get here he has found something to belive in. And from Angel's body language we can assume the feeling is mutual. Angel is not naive to Akis decision and once again fijimoto focuses on the characters eyes. His body becomes lax and a sense of peace washed over his face. He is no longer fighting against Aki. In this panel both aki and Angel have found there reason to continue living yet they can't say those words outloud.
These aren't the only Show Dont Tell moments Fujimoto utilizes but they are some I wanted to point out. I really hope this kind of writing style sparks a bit of change in our current Shonen wave as it's one I enjoy a lot.
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kishibe likes sitting in a big old loveseat and having you ride his cock like its your own personal toy.
it's not even that he doesn't wanna put in the work, he just likes to watch you work for it. likes how you struggle a little bit just to take him, the way your thighs shake. how you kiss up along his scar until your lips are right by his ear and you beg him to touch you.
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