#slight csm spoilers | Explore Tumblr Posts and Blogs

asuyaka · 4 months

Note

Hello Arlan! I love you’re writing so much and was wondering if you could write someone with Aki from CSM since i see there isn’t a ton requested on here! What i was thinking was Aki and Reader(FtM or whatever feels best!) Having lots of little romantic moments together. Doing your chores everything like that and once they finish relaxing on the couch and they open up to one another about current life struggles and grow more and more intimate that Reader and Aki go into the bedroom and slowly but romantically have one another in the sheets. I love domestic like fics and i would love to see how you interpret this. I give you full reign to choose what happens but that’s just what i give to start an idea. I hope you are healthy and well!!

★ - m'was kinda strugglin' on if it should be FtM or cis... ( ꩜ ᯅ ꩜;)⁭ ⁭ also!! CSM hype Reze 's gettin animated ໒꒰ྀི >ヮ<꒱ྀི১

☆ - Aki Hayakawa x FtM! Reader!

♡ - m'cigarette addicted boyfie...໒꒰ྀི ๑>///<๑ ꒱ྀིა | slight manga spoilers but no names are dropped!! | wowie, this one took a lottt outta me! but, anythin' for you guys!! merry (late) christmas ૮₍｡´ᴖ ˔ ᴖ`｡₎ა

✪ - amab terminology, dom Aki/sub reader, praise, dacryphilia, nipple play, fingering, overstimulation, dirty talk, uses the term 'hole' and 'dick/cock' for readers genitals, slight degradation/mocking, creampie(s), n implied aftercare!!

Aki Hayakawa’s children are a handful. There is no other way to say it. However, you could say you enjoyed it whenever they got rowdy. After killing the Control and Gun Devil and everyone (surprisingly) making it out alive, Power and Denji have been inseparable ever since.

Constantly bickering about who’s getting the larger portion of juice, running around the house at fuck off O’clock yelling something about how Martians are going to invade Japan with tin foil shaped like a cone on their heads, or having… barf contests for some odd reason.

Then there was you Aki, and some girl Kishibe gave you after the control devil incident. Aki insisted on moving since the house was too big for five people and an absurd amount of dogs. He also pulled Denji and Power out of Public Safety and enrolled them in school when he figured out they were nowhere near the proper academic level for teenagers— and helped them with their homework whenever they got it.

The girl was always close to Denji or with the dogs. She was nice, a little freaky when you realized she was the new Control Devil, but you soon realized she was nothing like the past one.

She embodied a fresh new slate, a perfect addition to the family slowly building itself back together after almost losing important people in your lives.

“I’m back, I got groceries so we could make dinner when they’re back from Kishibe’s,” Aki says, accompanied by the automated chime that sounded through the house every time the door opened.

Donned in a plain apron jacket, Aki’s clothes, and house slippers, you greet him at the door with a kiss, an excited smile adorning your face. “Welcome back! I uh, wrote you something.”

Aki cocks an eyebrow slightly as his hands snake to settle on your waist, breathing in the scent of his shampoo on your hair. “What is it, baby?”

Walking towards the living room–albeit a bit awkwardly with the addition of your boyfriend behind you– you pick up a note from the table, an excited but shy look on your face as you hand him the paper.

Aki silently reads it behind you, remaining expressionless until he finishes. “You’re so sappy, you know that?” He breathes out, peppering kisses against your cheek.

A warm flush spreads through your body, slightly pushing his face away from yours. “I need to finish doing the dishes, wait on the couch?”

Aki kisses your cheek once more before nodding, the warmth around your waist leaving as he sits on the couch.

Immediately missing the added heat against your body, you do the dishes with added haste. Not too fast for Aki to pick up on what you were doing, but fast enough for your hands to gain slight ice burn.

You take your apron off and hold it, placing it next to Aki’s. It’s a slight, domestic feature that makes your heart swell up fondly. Aki’s blue eyes catch yours as he pats a seat next to him on the couch.

He wraps his arms around you, pushing your back against his chest and intertwining your legs. Moments like this make you feel lucky. Lucky to have Aki alive and your kids (?) alive too.

“What was it like being in public safety?” You ask absentmindedly, adjusting your position so you’re laying on top of him, chest against chest.

Aki’s eyes widened, his face slightly contorting in confusion. “What’s with the sudden question?”

“Well,” You shrug, intertwining his hands in yours. “You quit and I just got a little curious since you know… all that happened. I guess I was scared you and the kids wouldn’t come back to me.”

He stares at you and sighs, pulling you closer and putting your face in the crook of his neck. “I know, I’m sorry. It wasn’t bad, but it wasn’t exactly good either. People died, a lot, and a part of me guessed that one day I’d die before I ever got a chance to find people to care about.”

“There was Himeno, of course, but that wasn’t the same.” Aki sighs, a vague image of his friend flashing through his face. “Ironically, it was when I met those two dumbasses and you that I think my life… turned around?”

“I was forced to take care of Denji and Power, obviously, but the added responsibility of taking care of two people who don’t know how to do long division made me care for them in a reverse psychological type way.”

Aki’s hands are under your shirt, drawing images on your bare back. “Then I met you and changed even more. I never thought I’d be able to have a significant other, not to talk about loving someone romantically.”

Aki isn’t good with expressing his emotions, and even though he’s millions of light years better than when you first met him, hearing him outright say that you changed him, for the better, makes something swell inside you.

“‘n I’m the sap.” You say in feigning annoyance, pressing a kiss on his neck. You feel his body shudder as the hands on your back dig into your skin. “Missed you.”

You move to straddle his waist, a warm flush spreading across your body. “Aki,” a shiver runs down your spine as you suck in a breath. Like a broken record, you repeat yourself. “Aki,”

Curling your fingers into his shirt, you pull him forward and push your lips into his.

You feel him move, his chest pressing against yours as he pushes you to lay your back on the couch. Your hand moves to the back of his neck, the smoothness of his topknot under your fingertips. He tastes tangy, addictive. His tongue swirls around yours, a tiny whine forces its way through your throat.

Pulling away, Aki plays with the bottom of your (his) shirt. “Can I take this off?”

“Yes, Aki please,” You whisper shakily, watching his eyes darken as he swiftly takes your shirt off, throwing it on the floor somewhere and burying his face in your neck.

Soft whines emit from your mouth, hands going to remove the hair tie holding his hair up. His dark blue hair cascaded past his neck and rested on his shoulders. Aki’s hands follow the soft arch of your back and leave indents of his teeth, accompanied by bruises forming on your neck.

Electricity pools in your stomach and flows straight to your dick. Aki spreads your legs with his big hands, his mouth nibbling on the tip of your nipple. “Bedroom?” You whisper breathlessly, remembering none of the people you and Aki are acquainted with know how to knock (except for Angel).

He groans and picks you up as if you weigh nothing, tossing you over his shoulder and opening the door to your shared bedroom with his foot. He puts you on the bed and readily restarts his ministrations.

You watch him play with the waistband of your boxers as his teeth graze the tip of your dick through the fabric. Your legs instinctively come to close, separated by his head. Aki grunts, his hands pressing into the flesh of your thighs, prying them apart and keeping you still. “Stay still.”

Sounds of protest bubble up but the second you feel him lick your cock, it shuts you up instantly. You won’t admit how hard seeing Aki between your legs makes you. Your hole clenches around nothing as slick pools between your thighs.

“Aki,” You mutter, your hands gripping the sheets. “Just take them off already.”

“Are you telling me what to do?” Aki tuts, feigning annoyance as he grabs your thigh so you’re focused on his face. There’s a bare hint of flush on his cheeks, pressing against the crease where your thigh and crotch meet.

It’s like a mental game. Aki knows what he’s doing, how to play with your body to get the exact reaction he needs, and you were dumb to think he wouldn’t use that against you. “No… m’sorry,” You sniffle, fighting back the tears that you weren’t aware of bubbling up.

It’s embarrassing, the hold he has on you. All it takes is a few kisses and some manhandling to have you whining under him like a slut.

Nonetheless, he hikes your hips up and finally takes your boxers. A small gasp leaves your lips as Aki forces your legs above his knees, now properly sitting on the bed. You can feel the swell of his bulge on your ass. There, so close to where you need it the most.

“Open,” Aki’s fingers slip into your mouth, pulling at the corners with a smile on his face. He plays with your tongue, obscene slurping sounds forcing their way into your ears.

It’s not like you’re trying to be loud, but it’s so quiet that you’re practically forced to hear it. Every shortened breath, every whine, words of encouragement every time Aki calls you a good boy, his good boy.

You whimper when his fingers leave your mouth, a messy trail of spit connecting them. His free hand spreads you apart as he scoots down, a glob of spit landing on your cock and sliding down onto your hole.

His fingers find your hole instantly, rubbing against your dick in slow circles. “Aki—ah!” There’s a steady heat building in your abdomen, tight and needy.

“Hm? Something you wanna tell me, baby?” He pushes in a knuckle at a time, just below where you need it. You bite your lip, from the slight burn and the tease of pleasure.

You try to speak– tell him what you need but another finger pushes in and you're interrupted by your hiss. It felt a bit premature, it has been a while since you and Aki had sex so you aren’t as open as you normally would be. Aki leans in for a kiss. It’s demanding, and greedy as he takes your breath away, biting at your lips. Aki’s fingers begin sissorcing, a tiny mewl of surprise leaving your throat.

It takes a minute for the pain to leave completely and the pleasure to take over, g-spot hit dead on. “Oh–” You sigh, fingers holding onto Aki’s shoulder as he breathes your air, foreheads pressed against each other.

“Aki,” You’re out of breath and he hasn’t even fucked you yet. It’s humiliating, embarrassing, yet it feels so good. Aki moves down, his teeth leaving a trail as he settles on your left nipple. He circles the areola. His teeth nip and bite the bud, sucking as his fingers move faster.

It’s good, mind-breakingly so, but it hurts. There’s too much stimulation at once and you’ve completely forgotten everything other than Aki. How Aki feels, what he tastes like, your entire mind is Aki, Aki, Aki.

“Feels good, right baby boy?” Aki coos, his thumb circling the tip of your cock with a newfound haste. “Feels– Aki, m’gonna–” You nod frantically, eyes rolling back and tears streaming down your face as you cum.

“Shh,” Aki kisses your cheek, licking the salt off your face. He pulls away and you hear the sound of clothes rustling. He’s still going?

You can’t bring yourself to move, not when your body feels so limp. So you sit there with your eyes closed and wait.

A beat passes, then two, three, and Aki still hasn’t slipped inside. You are forcing your eye to peek open. Aki stares back at you, eyes lidded and breathing heavy. “Y’look so pretty baby, all perfect f’me, right?”

Aki oozes confidence that he knows he has. The power he has over you, to break with merely his fingers evokes an emotion in you.

The head of his cock presses against your hole, using your cum to slide over your cock. Again, and again, and again, until you’re hard and whining for him to fuck you. “C’mon baby, where are your manners?”

You sniffle, swallowing down a whine. “Please, Aki.”

“Good boy.” He smiles, and the slow grinding of his cock against yours finally stops as he slips inside you. Aki is big, even with prep it takes a bit to get used to.

“Y’feel so good baby,” Aki says, his voice catching on a grunt. “So perfect f’me, so fuckin warm too… shit…” The sound of Aki bottoming out embarrassingly almost brings you over the edge.

“A-Aki—”

Aki’s cock hits your g-spot. Whatever you were about to say gets replaced by a whiny moan. Your eyes snap close and your toes curl, more tears falling down your cheeks.

Aki still doesn’t let up, his hips snapping against your ass hastily. You and Aki have never fucked like this, at least you two haven’t gone past one mutual orgasm before. It feels weird, good– but your body burns up and you physically can’t think.

Your cock stirs, pleasure building in your abdomen again. It sends jolts through your body, pleasure building up, and up, and up and—

Aki’s thumb rubs the tip of your cock and that’s all it takes for another orgasm to wash over you. Your whole body trembles and your back arches.

“That’s two,” Aki says, not showing any sign of slowing down. “I want you t’count okay? C’mon baby tell me how many that was.”

Your voice cracks, and Aki is still fucking you. “Two! s’two!”

Aki grins. “There’s my good boy.”

You’re sure you look stupid, crying on Aki’s cock, rambling about how it’s too much, that you can’t cum anymore. You’re still so sensitive but Aki doesn’t seem to care. He doesn’t let up; his thrusts are deep, overwhelming.

Your body sags when you feel Aki’s hips stutter, thrusting once, twice, before spilling inside you with a ragged breath. Heat fills your hole, filling you up and leaking past your perineum.

“My boy, my good fuckin’ boy aren’t you?” Aki kisses you, his hand at the back of your neck that’s adorned with bruises. Everything seems to melt into each other as you try to kiss him back, even out your breathing but you just can’t.

Then, Aki’s cock rehardens inside you, even though it’s barely been a minute. Your eyes widen, trying to look down but all the wind is knocked out of you the second Aki moves his hips.

“Ah! Aki— s’too much too much too—”

Aki grabs your chin, squeezing your cheeks as he forces you to look at him through blurry vision. “T’aww, s’okay baby, just lay there n’take it, okay?” He says in a nasally, prissly voice.

In addition to Aki fucking your hole and still stroking your dick, he takes your nipple in his mouth. Licking around it, biting the bud and sucking the skin. Your throat hurts from all the whining and moaning you’re doing but you can’t help it. Not when he’s fucking you like there’s no tomorrow, pushing you well past overstimulation.

Aki’s mouth burns on your skin, raising your body temperature. Everything is hot, too much. Then, tugs on your nipple with his teeth, slightly increasing the arch in your back.

With the abuse of stimulating all your erogenous zones, you feel another knot forming inside you. Even though everything feels too good, your tears stain the sheets, and electricity zips down every bone in your body. You’re so close, so close—

“Remember to count,” Aki warns just as another orgasm washes over you. For a second, you think you blacked out. Your senses dull and your eyes see nothing but darkness. Your voice tethers over the edge of a sob, your body still convulsing.

“C’mon baby, what number are we at?”

“Three! It’s three— Aki, can’t anymore s’too much—”

He interrupts you with a harsh snap of his hips. His hand pauses just before it goes back to your weeping cock. The stretch of time physically hurts, because you don’t know what he might be thinking. “I think you can give me one more, hm baby?”

“Aki!” You try to shout, but your throat won’t let you speak over a whisper. “Can’t, won’t, it can’t, can’tcan’t—”

“Shhh, s’okay baby,” Aki kisses your cheek, using one of his hands to pull you down on his cock. “Just let me do all the work okay? I’ll take care of you, don’t worry.”

Realistically speaking he’s always been doing the work so his words don’t hold much value. You don’t think that if you’re thinking of anything at all.

Aki’s hips begin to move again, his mouth latches onto your nipple and you don’t think you can breathe anymore. Continuing to rub your cock, he takes two fingers and adds them into your hole, with his cock still inside.

“Aahh! A-Ak—”

“I know baby, shhh, s’okay…” Aki says, pleased. The noises coming from your mouth are absolutely filthy, they sound straight out of a porno, vulnerable and embarrassing. His fingers and his cock move at an uneven pace, making it hard to tell left from right and up from down.

There’s no way you can cum again, it’s impossible. Even then, Aki still keeps going. There’s an unforgivable assault on your g-spot, the tip of his thumb toying and playing with the slit of your cock.

The pleasure is there, unmistakably so, but it hurts. It’s too much but not enough, everything is hot, too hot and—

“Can’t can’t can’t—”

“S’why I’m here, baby.” Aki’s voice sounds so distant even though you know he’s right there.

You shake your head furiously. “It won’t– Aki it can’t,” you cry, snot dripping down your nose.

Your skull melts into nothing when you feel that knot swell up inside you, it hurts, it's too much, it can’t. “There we go, you’re close, right baby?”

You feel like reality splits the second you cum on Aki’s cock. It dribbles out pathetically, borderline dry. Aki’s hips stutter as he cums inside you, his second time.

Yet, he still has the stamina to force you to face him. “Number?’”

“F…four,” Your voice breaks as you sniffle. You missed Aki’s hands on you, even if it was something small like this.

He pulls out and immediately goes to cradle you when he sees the tears only increase in intensity. “Baby? Hey, did I do something wrong? Does anything hurt?”

You can’t find it in yourself to talk, but you have to reassure him somehow. So you shake your head, burying your face in the warmth of his chest. “Can you tell me anything? Color?” There’s worry in his voice and you can’t help but love him more. Even if he just fucked you and your brain stupid.

Weakly, you hold up one finger, hoping that is enough to get the message across. He looks confused for a brief moment before all the worry washes off his face. “But seriously, why are you crying?”

“L…love you, s’muh…” Your voice is nothing less than grainy like you’ve been a chain smoker for twenty years.

Aki’s expression softens as he places a kiss on your cheek, using his thumb (not soiled with your cum) to wipe the tears off your cheeks. You try to stay awake so Aki doesn’t have to clean up alone.

You’re sure you were awake, but you don’t exactly remember getting into the warm sheets with a fresh new set of clothes on as Aki spoons you.

157 notes · View notes

tklpilled · 1 year

Text

kiss me hard before you go

(aki/angel)

summary: angel craves aki's touch.

a/n: slight csm manga spoilers!! literally wrote all of this today i dont know if it makes sense im sorry

[this is a sfw tickle fic!]

・・・・・・・・・・・・・・

Angel’s first time at Aki’s place is for dinner.

Aki didn’t invite him, not really. He invited himself, saying that he’d like to try Aki’s cooking sometime and “sometime” ended up being the next evening. Aki had been startled when he appeared at the door, but he let Angel in without complaint or questions.

Instead, all he said was, “Sorry for those two.”

It only took Angel a few moments to understand why. He knows Denji and Power through work and through Aki (which he should consider the same thing, but stupidly, he doesn’t), and he’s gotten used to their antics; their mischievous giggles at Aki’s expense have become a common sound. So, he knows what to expect, it’s just. He doesn’t dislike them, but he would much rather it be him and Aki alone. He tolerates them, though. He invited himself into their house, after all.

Dinner goes relatively without issue, aside from the usual yelling (from Denji), throwing food (from Power), and more yelling (from Aki, at both of them). Angel sits in silence through it all, happily eating his meal. It’s not bad. Aki is a good cook, he’ll admit. Not quite as good as soft serve, but maybe his standards are too high.

He flutters around Aki as the man washes dishes, Denji and Power arguing becoming background noise. He doesn’t even notice the sudden, unnatural quiet, too focused on Aki’s rhythmic, repetitive movements, watching his hands work. He does, however, notice Denji before Aki does. Angel says nothing, his attention turning to the blond boy curiously. Denji is quiet, walking around cautiously to stand behind Aki without getting caught. Denji and Angel lock eyes, and although Angel raises an eyebrow, he doesn’t say anything to alert Aki. Maybe he likes messing with his partner sometimes, too.

Denji jabs Aki’s lower back, snickering as he jumps and drops the plate he’s holding. It’s not glass, so it doesn’t shatter, but Aki still whips his head around with a glare. Denji laughs, walking away with his hands behind his head. Aki turns back to the dishes, concentrating harder on the chore than he was before. He’s embarrassed.

Angel watches the scene play out, head tilted. He replays it in his head, inspecting each second to figure out what has Aki flustered all of a sudden. Denji had been acting up all evening, and this wasn’t even bad, so it can’t be that.

The realisation finally comes to him a moment later.

“Humans are odd,” he murmurs.

“Hm?” Aki doesn’t respond with words, but his tone asks for Angel to elaborate.

“You’re all so…sensitive.” He pokes Aki’s back in the same spot Denji had to prove his point, and although he’s gentler than the boy had been, Aki still flinches.

“It’s unimportant,” Aki says, drying off the last dish and putting it away. “And I doubt all devils are immune to things like that.”

Angel hums, picking at a spot on his sleeve. Aki has a point, at least. It’s not like Angel, of all people, would know how others react to touch. Really, he doesn’t even know if he himself shares the same sensitivity.

Well. It’s not like it matters. Angel can’t be touched, after all.

The second time he comes over is well into their partnership, and Angel can’t stop thinking about Aki’s hands. Ever since he felt them, the slightly rough but still soft and warm skin, it’s been the only thing on his mind. He tries to push the thoughts away, and it fails every time. He knows he shouldn’t, but he really wants to hold Aki’s hand again.

Aki’s taken to wearing gloves whenever he’s around Angel, which means that technically, he could hold Aki’s hand; he just can’t. Because—because Aki hates devils, and Angel hates humans, no matter how difficult it’s been to admit it lately.

Aki touches him a lot—through cloth, of course—but to Angel’s frustration, it’s never on purpose. Their shoulders knock together when they walk side by side (or rather, Angel’s shoulder touches Aki’s arm. He’s not tall enough to reach Aki’s shoulder), their fingers brush as they reach for the same thing. Aki never acknowledges it, so Angel doesn’t either, but. He wants to.

They’re alone, this time, and for once Angel finds himself hoping Denji and Power could come back. He’s too nervous.

“You—” Angel stops, taking a breath. He’s not going to stammer his way through this. “You touch me a lot.”

“Sorry.” Aki tends to be quick with his replies, so Angel wasn’t expecting much. He sighs quietly.

“Why?”

Aki hums. “I don’t mean to.”

And Angel knew that, but he still shrinks in on himself. Because of course Aki doesn’t want to touch him, Aki doesn’t want to die. “Don’t be sorry,” he mumbles, and he hopes it goes unheard.

It doesn’t.

“Do you want me to touch you?” Aki asks.

Angel stiffens, fiddling with a piece of fuzz on his pants. He won’t meet Aki’s eyes. Or, can’t meet his eyes. It’s hard to tell. “I don’t want you risking your life.”

He doesn’t answer the question, and Aki notices.

Angel doesn’t see Aki’s hand, but he certainly feels when it comes to rest on his shoulder.

Angel blinks up at him. He’s—is he blushing? Can devils blush? He feels warm for so many reasons.

Aki’s hand trails down his arm, until Angel is twisting their fingers together. With the gloves, it’s not the same as before, and not for the first time, Angel wishes he could get rid of this power so he could feel Aki’s warm skin, even just once more.

But this is the best he can get, so he doesn’t complain.

Aki touches him on purpose now.

His soft spot for Angel is obvious now. The entire division has noticed it, but no one dares to speak up about it; other than his two housemates, of course, who tease him every time they see the two of them together.

“They’re starting to get suspicious about us,” Angel says.

“Let them,” replies Aki simply. He reaches for Angel’s arm, pulling him closer.

“Be careful,” Angel hisses at him, as he always does. He had protested Aki’s constant touching him at first. Despite how desperately he wanted it, he didn’t want it so much that he’d risk Aki for it like that. Aki had simply held up his hand and wiggled his fingers, showing off the gloves covering them, and eventually Angel gave up on arguing.

A hand running through his wings makes him nearly melt. Aki gently plucks out the molted feathers, sorting through them with ease. Angel gently flutters them in content, though he tries not to do it much, not wanting to disrupt his partner’s work. It’s not long before they’re done, but Aki knows by now that it’s not enough for Angel. The devil is thankful for that. It had been mortifying when he’d have to ask Aki to keep going.

Aki trails his hands to the base of Angel’s wings, and Angel can’t help the way his back almost immediately arches away a little.

“Sorry,” he says, but his muscles are still tensed because Aki hasn’t moved his hands, and it sends a tingling sensation down his spine.

“Oh,” Aki says, and then, “I haven’t heard you laugh before.”

Angel thinks, I can’t remember the last time I laughed, and then Aki puts more pressure where his fingers lay and Angel breathes in sharply.

Humans are very sensitive, but it appears devils are, too.

“Aki—hah—Aki.” Angel isn’t laughing yet, but he’s not not laughing, exactly. His breath is coming out in short huffs, a smile tugging the corners of his lips upward. Aki curls his fingers, blunt nails scratching against the spot, and the dam inside Angel breaks. Giggles that sound and feel so foreign come tumbling out, and Angel ducks his head to hide the grin he’s sporting.

Aki snorts in amusement, and Angel has a split second to think about how Aki doesn’t laugh, either. And then Aki’s hands are wrapped around his waist, digging into his hips while his thumbs massage the sides of his lower back. Angel yelps, doubling over as real laughter bubbles out of his chest. True, genuine laughter, that feels happy even though it’s being forced from him.

“Aha—Aki! Y-yohohou—” Angel isn’t sure what to do with his hands, because he doesn’t want to run more of a risk of hurting Aki, but at the same time, it tickles, more than he thought it would, more than it should. He settles on wrapping his arms around himself, grabbing the fabric of his shirt.

“You should have told me you were ticklish,” says Aki, sounding so perfectly content with absolutely ruining Angel’s composure.

Angel kicks his legs out, a few squeaks escaping when Aki blows on his ears. “I dihihidn’t—Akihihi!—I didn’t knohow—!”

Aki’s hands move to Angel’s sides, which is only slightly more tolerable. “I should make up for lost time.”

Angel, despite his protests and squirms, lets him.

“Pl-plehehease!” he gasps, hardly able to hold himself back while Aki claws at his stomach and ribs at the same time. He’s an unfairly good tickler, and it’s nearly too much for someone as unfamiliar with tickling as Angel is. It would be too much, but it’s Aki. It makes the torture just a bit more bearable.

Aki slows his fingers, but doesn’t stop them after Angel’s fifth cry of “Stohohop!”

“If you really want me to, just push me away.” It doesn’t even sound like he’s teasing Angel for the most part. He’s being genuine, ignoring the hint of smugness.

Angel doesn’t push him off, and he pretends that Aki never said anything.

At least, he doesn’t push him off on purpose, but when Aki returns to his hips Angel can’t help but swat his hands away frantically. “Fuhuck, fuck! Stohohop it!”

Aki pulls away, letting Angel curl in on himself and cover his face with one hand.

“T-tihihickles…” Angel giggles, unable to shake the lingering feeling of Aki’s touch, and he looks away as soon as he sees the embarrassingly fond expression on his partner’s face.

Aki grabs his wrist and pulls his hand away from his face after he’s stopped laughing, but he’s still smiling. He tilts Angel’s face up with a finger under his chin, and covers his mouth with his hand before Angel can say a word. Aki leans closer and kisses the back of the hand pressed against Angel’s mouth. A kiss without touching.

Angel can’t stop himself from wanting, craving Aki’s bare lips against his own, but he’ll take what he can get.

#arty writes #my fics #tickle fic #chainsaw man #csm #aki hayakawa #angel devil #akiangel #lee!angel #ler!aki #with power & denji cameos

227 notes · View notes

the-lady-with-horns · 9 months

Note

Hantengu clones × Makima! Reader. 👉👈

Please. Also, sorry for my English.

(If Makima is from Chainsaw Man, I hope you read/watched)

Hantengu clones with a Makima!Reader

Warnings: Controlling reader, Reader is based off a female person, But gender isnt mentioned at all. Slight spoilers for Csm part 2

Notes: Your English is fine!! I read part 1 and a few chapters of part 2 of chainsaw man, So I can write for A Makima!reader!! Also, Keep in mind that Makima is controlling, So these relationships are toxic.

SEKIDO

For some odd reason, He can't bring himself to yell at you, All he can feel are these Mushy, Disgusting , Feelings and he's Nice to you somehow.

He hates how you treat him like a dog, But he always listens in fear of what you Can/might do.

..his body feels like it's moving by itself, Which horrified the anger clone, His whole body was trying to leave you—To Run. To run far, Far, Away from you. You aren't a person.. You're a thing.. how else could you be so evil and uncaring? You can give Muzan a run for his money.

Your hand Gently cups Sekido's face, Sweet dripping from Him as your Hypnotic patterned eyes observed his face. “ Sit, Doggy. ” He grumbled from your command, He does it anyway. “ Good boy. ”

AIZETSU

He loves you. At least he thinks so.

He loves your touch, Everytime you leave, He sits at the door until you come back.

He never complains in your presence, He Always feels no sorrow while being around you, Even if he is a clone of sorrow.

He's your lovely dog. It doesn't matter that he's being controlled. He loves you so much that it hurts him.

“My cute Little sorrow clone," You coo Affectionately, His Head in your lap as you stroked his Hair, He's so easy to control, Terribly Easy.. The clones were trying to warn him, But he Didn't listen to them. Only your opinion mattered to him.

KARAKU

He stops flirting with other people, After meeting you.

He finds you and your dogs to be so sweet, Even if they do cause messes, He always helps getting stuff clean.

He doesn't know why he likes you. Everytime a person asks. He replies with a ‘ I don't know. ’ Sure, you have many good traits, But he still doesn't know exactly what he likes about you.

You and Karaku went out to get some dog treats, Karaku looked around for some as you found bone shaped one, playfully, You dangled one Infront of his face. “ Hey, Want one? ” You asked playfully, To no one surprise (Becuase of your control devil abilities) He ate one, He chews, Seemingly thinking, “Mmm, Dunno, They taste bad. ” You giggled.

UROGI

Would love to be your dog. Just like denji!

Hes quite the strong ‘Tool' as-well. He's always hyper and eager to serve you in any way possible.

Of course, You don't mind. He would literally put himself over a puddle and let you step on him.

He loves you so much!! He reminds you of a certain owl-girl (yoru)

“ Oooh, Ooh! (Name), Can we Go for a flight?! Promise I won't drop you! ” You stared Blankly at him for a few minutes, Hypnotic eyes never taken out of his, This made a bead of sweat roll down Urogi's chin as you smiled softly, “ Why, Of course, Urogi. ”

#hantengu x reader #hantengu clones #sekido #sekido x reader #urogi x reader #urogi x you #sekido x you #aizestu x reader #aizetsu x you #karaku x reader #karaku x you

68 notes · View notes

crimsonkenjii-writes · 1 year

Text

Out of Time

Aki Hayakawa x GN! Reader

slight CSM Manga Spoilers

CW: fluffy angst :,) just reader feeling like time is running out and needing to be in Aki’s arms to calm themselves down

── ･｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ.───

[1:30 am]

Aki laid in his bed, legs stretched out across the mattress with his back against the wall. Sipping on some warm tea as he read a book he held with one hand. He hears his phone ding and the screen light up. It was the notification sound he had set for you, eyes falling away from the book’s pages to look at the bright screen. Placing the book in his lap to grab his phone. A simple message glowing on his screen.

“Can I come over?”

“Of course, do you need me to pick you up?”

“No I’m close by”

A shorter amount of time than Aki expected passed by before he heard a small knock on his front door. Quickly opening the door as quietly as he could to not disturb his roommates. You stood in his doorway, a sad expression adorning your face. Brows slightly furrowed and a small scowl, your bottom lips resisting the temptation to tremble.

“You okay?” His voice comes out quiet. His hands gentle on yours as he guides you into his apartment. The door softly clicking closed as he locked it back up. Your hand tightens around his. The warmth he was radiating contrasting your cold skin, instantly making the tips of your fingers tingle as he shares his warmth with you. Aki feels your grip tighten, your palms feeling so cold against his. Bringing his other hand to grab your other one, cupping them both in his own as he brought your knuckles to his lips to kiss them. His eyes still not leaving yours.

‘So cold…’ he thinks to himself as his lips linger against your knuckles.

“I’ve missed you…” you let out just as quietly. Not for the same reason as Aki. Not to stay quiet for his sleeping roommates. But because your throat felt so strained. A lump forming inside of it as you felt yourself start to tremble more. Aki’s gaze softens, feeling his heart flutter inside his chest to hear your words. Though, he still felt worried.

“Come here, get in bed with me so I can warm you up.” His hands slipping off of yours and ghosting over your waist, guiding you ahead of him and walking close behind as you both quietly walk into his room. The door closing behind Aki as you sat on the edge of his bed. Your eyes watching him as he rummaged through his drawers. Grabbing a grey t-shirt and one of his sweats, neatly folded on top of each other as he handed them to you.

“You’re sleeping over, it’s late.”

You had forgotten how late it was, taking the soft clothing from Aki’s hands as the mattress dipped from his weight, taking a seat next to you. You quietly thank Aki as you change into his clothing, throwing your own onto a chair next to his bed. The sweet scent of him and his laundry soap filling your nose.

“Tell me what was on your mind.” He speaks gently. His voice deep as he spoke barely above a whisper. Raising the blanket on his bed so you both could slip under it. His arms wrapping around you and pulling you close to his chest, a gentle kiss placed on the top of your head as his hands smoothed against your back and your body warming up against his. He knew you missing him wasn’t the entire story. It was a boiled down version of it. He waits patiently for you to answer him, not wanting to rush you.

“I just want to spend as much time with you as I can…” you speak weakly into his chest. Your hands softly gripping his shirt.

Aki felt his heart sink. That’s all he needed to hear to know what you were eluding to. He knew he was so careless about his own life. Never thinking he’d ever regret it. Thinking he’d always meet a bitter end anyways. That he’d suffer until his impending doom. The thought of you or his roommates ever finding a way into his frozen heart and melting it to where he was finally able to feel it beat again. To feel this fire in his chest that made him want to keep going on. To stay here with you for just a little bit longer. If only he could go back and time and fix his mistakes. To make himself change past decisions he made that would have saved him a few more years of his life.

His arms tighten around you, his hand holding the back of your head and he nuzzled his face into your hair. Inhaling deeply and placing many light kisses on you.

“I’m sorry, Y/N…” was all he muttered out.

Your arms wrapped around him, fingers digging into the cloth on his back and balling up the fabric in your fists. Pressing your face tighter into his chest as your breath hitched and your body shook from how desperately your were trying to hold back your tears. But the more you felt Aki’s hand gently petting your hair, the more you thought about how you were going to miss that. Warm tears spilling from your eyes and soaking into his shirt. Your lip trembling and your limbs hooked around Aki tighter, in hopes that if you held onto him enough, he’d never, ever leave you.

Aki felt your tears starting to soak into his shirt, feeling warm against his skin as he shut his eyes. His brows furrowed as he felt his heart start to hurt even more. Burying his face more into your hair as he felt his own eyes start to swell.

“I just wish I had met you sooner,” you choke out weakly, “so that I could have spent more time with you. I don’t want you to leave me.”

“I don’t want to leave you either, Y/N. Want to feel you in my arms forever. I don’t regret even a single second I’ve ever spent with you. I never knew I’d ever fall this in love with someone. I couldn’t have imagined anyone more perfect than you. You’re too good for me. I feel that I don’t even deserve you sometimes. I could be so much better to you. I wish I didn’t hurt you like this. God, I love you so much.” Aki feels tears waver at the edge of his eyes, threatening to spill down his cheeks.

“I love you too, Aki. So, so much.” Your voice trembles out. “Don’t ever think that you’re never enough for me. You’re so perfect, more than what I could have ever asked for. I never expected you to come into my life, and make me feel this much love for someone.” Removing your head from his chest to place a lingering kiss on his cheek. Aki’s eyes shut as he soaks in the feeling of your warm lips against him. The taste of his salty tears coating your lips when you pull away. Aki’s eyes wet when you peer into him with your own puffy, soaked eyes. Aki’s large hand slipping down to let his thumbs wipe the tears off your eyes and cheeks. Placing scattered kisses all over your face, a few of his tears falling against your skin that he continued to wipe with his thumbs. Your eyelids felt heavy, barely being able to open back up with every slow blink you took. The exhaustion from crying taking what little energy you had left.

“Don’t let go of me, not even for when you try making me breakfast in the morning. Wake me up when you do. I wanna stay with you.”

“I won’t let you go…” he whispered, his breath feeling warm against your forehead as his lips ghosted over for a small kiss.

#god damn it Aki #why you gotta break my already shattered heart like that boi #aki hayakawa fluff #aki hayakawa x reader #aki hayakawa x y/n #aki hayakawa x you #csm fluff #csm x you #csm x reader #csm fanfic

277 notes · View notes

itingtmywly · 3 months

Text

out of context slight csm 154 spoiler

nayuta really did summarize this chapter perfectly

#csm 154 #chainsaw man #csm chapter 154 #chainsaw man manga #nayuta

13 notes · View notes

unbec0ming · 1 year

Text

Akiangel except it's just angel thinking about his feelings. Wondering what it all means. (Aren't we all?)

Warning(s): Slight csm spoilers for anyone not caught up on pt 1 of the manga. But not really, it's hardly a mention. less story driven and more character focused.

There's a moment right before it all goes to shit that Angel won't admit he's attached to Aki.

Won't mention the words "Love" or "like" in the brief moments he gets to socialize and not be a tool in all of this.

(After all, to love is to know someone.)

(And Angel isn't very good at knowing humans.)

He barely has a handle on his feelings towards humans in general, let alone some overworked idiot who has a grudge towards devils (himself by extension).

Feelings aren't something a devil should bother themselves with anyways. It only hinders rather than helps.

And Yet.

Here he is, contemplating the very relationship he swears up and down are strictly for busy, no pleasure whatsoever.

Though, if he's being honest… Aki isn't the worst partner to have. He cooks, cleans, and he makes being lazy on the job that much easier for him.

No matter how hard the devil tries, he can't get this stupid human out of his head. He's not even all that kind.

But… There's this nagging feeling that's keeping him from brushing these thoughts away and carrying on nagging the man for ice cream. Because even if Angel doesn't want to admit it.

It doesn't hide the fact that Angel knows Aki.

Knows that he likes the slowness of morning; his cigarette on the porch after he’s made himself a fresh cup of coffee.

He won’t wake Angel unless absolutely necessary, but Aki still makes him a cup and maybe even some breakfast if he’s feeling generous.

(The truth is he’s always feeling generous.)

It’s quiet moments like these where they can just bask in each other’s company as the morning sunlit peaks through the slide glass door from Aki’s living room. Power and Denji not yet risen from their slumber so the chaos is at bay for a fleeting moment.

They can just sit in a mutual silence while the world slowly begins to wake up, nothing to get in the way of their peace even if it is only temporary.

With bleary eyes and a bird nest of hair, Angel stares at Aki. Stares long and hard with sleep still clinging to him. He must’ve dozed off again bent over the coffee table closest to the porch. He wonders briefly for a moment if Aki can feel the hole he’s boring through the back of his head.

Despite the uncomfortable position, he doesn’t shift, doesn’t stir from his spot as he gazes at him. His hair still down as he reads the paper. It’s fleeting, he knows this.

Knows that it won’t last— can’t last, but it makes his heart ache all the same.

Angel wants to know Aki,

Wants these moments to last forever and a day.

(Even if he knows they won’t.)

#akiangel #aki x angel #csm #chainsaw man #aki hayakawa #angel devil #csm drabble #works

8 notes · View notes

babyjakes · 2 years

Text

forever and a day | 49. the doctor visits.

〈 disclaimer: this blog posts content not suitable for individuals under the age of 18. minors are strictly prohibited from viewing, sharing, or interacting with this blog. for more information on this blog's commitment to protecting minors, read our full statement here. 〉

← last chapter | series masterlist | next chapter →

summary | a story in which america’s favorite captain gives a new life and family to a five-year-old girl who has suffered well beyond her years at the hands of hydra.

characters | dad!steve rogers, girl/willa rogers (original character)

warnings | AU similar enough to OU to include spoilers to many Marvel movies (Age of Ultron and beyond). action and fight scenes with violence and killing. injuries/mild gore. mature themes related to and semi-graphic depictions of child abuse/neglect, past CSA and CSM, and their aftermath (emaciation, wounds, scarring, etc). medical abuse (including sterilization) and experimentation. ptsd/trauma symptoms in a child (developmental discrepancies, de-humanized behavior, detachment, extreme fears). medical treatment of CSM and other aftermath of abuse.trauma-informed therapeutic treatment of ECT. minor mentions of disordered eating. themes relating to abuse of power/authority and immoral interrogation tactics including SA (with brief depictions.) evil!Tony Stark.

[Steve]

“In here, she’s in here,” I breathe hurriedly as I lead Bruce back through the apartment to Willa’s bedroom. The door is swung open, revealing the small child sitting anxiously in her bed, still wearing just her shirt and underpants. “Please Bruce,” I beg, swallowing down the lump that’s formed in my throat as he enters the room, setting down his bag on the floor. Willa’s big green eyes gaze nervously over at us; joining her quickly at her bedside, I kneel down on the soft carpet and take one of her tiny hands in mine.

“Hi Willa,” Bruce greets gently, taking a few steps towards the bed. “Steve let me know what happened; I’m just here to take a look at things,” he explains. The little girl cowers slightly beside me, causing me to rub the back of her hand soothingly with my thumb.

“Tony didn’t tell me exactly what he did; I’m not sure if there’s anything you can do to reverse it, or-”

“Steve,” my friend cuts me off, a solemn expression drawn onto his face. Coming up on the other side of the bed, opposite me, the man takes a seat on the edge of the mattress. Sucking in a deep breath, he pushes his glasses back up on his nose before continuing, “I talked with Tony. He explained the procedure to me. I- there’s no easy way to tell you guys this, but… his actions are irreversible. There’s nothing I can do besides help with the healing process.” My heart sinks at his words, some desperate part of me unable to accept his revelations.

“No, there has to be some way, right?” I insist. “It- Bruce… you’re the smartest doctor on the planet. Stark’s smart, but you’re smarter. He knows computers, machines. But you- you know humans. Bodies. There’s gotta be a way to- to… I don’t know, to fix this.” To my dismay, he only shakes his head at this, letting out a sad sigh. I swallow hard, and before I can say anything else, a small voice fills the air from beside me.

“Fix what?” Willa asks worriedly. “W-was I bad? ’m sorry- please.” Big tears have formed in her eyes, her bottom lip trembling as it sticks out at us.

“No sweetheart, hey- not bad; you weren’t bad, Willa-bug. You’re not in trouble,” I tell her quickly, slight panic building in my chest as Bruce looks at me expectantly.

When I found out what Tony had done, I had no idea how to explain it to the kid. I put Willa in her room and stepped out to call Bruce in the kitchen, not wanting her to hear what I was having to explain. Bruce insisted I would need to tell her as soon as possible, in as simple terms as possible, but I still have no idea how to do that. At this point, I guess I just really don’t have a choice. She’s asking, and there’s no way I could lie to her. She deserves the truth, the whole truth.

“Willa, baby,” I start, not exactly sure where to begin. My gentle gaze drifts down to lock with hers, and the fear lingering in her eyes is enough to bring me to my knees. “The surgery Tony performed on you was to- it was to sterilize you, sweetheart.”

“S-s'er-a-lize?” the little girl repeats, clearly not familiar with the term.

“It means he- it’s a medical term. What he did was, he removed some parts of your body, the parts that could help you have a baby when you’re older,” Bruce explains for me. My eyes widen at his remark.

“Removed?” I nearly yell before I can even stop myself. Willa flinches beside me, a terrible tremble erupting from within her; instantly, I regret my lack of restraint. Using my free hand, I gently stroke back her hair from her face, shushing, “Shh, I’m sorry, sweetheart. I didn’t mean to scare you; it’s okay.” To answer my question, Bruce nods, the devastation clear on his face.

“He wanted to make sure it would be permanent. He figured the best way to do that was to take everything out altogether.” At this point, my entire body just seems to be filled with a dull ache. While each new discovery should be steadily increasing my levels of anger and hate, I guess I must’ve maxed out at some point. Now it’s just… hurt. So much hurt. No other way to describe a feeling like this.

“H-have a baby?” Willa asks, trying to understand. Bruce nods.

“Yeah, he removed the organs that would’ve allowed you to carry and deliver a baby,” he elaborates.

“He… took them out? Have to… put new ones in?” Her innocent suggestion causes a round of tears to form in the back of my eyes.

“That’s- it’s not that simple, sweetheart,” I say gently. The confusion on her face only seems to intensify the further we explain. “Like Bruce said, Tony’s actions were permanent. I’m sorry, Willa-bug; I’m so sorry.”

The child looks at me, then at Bruce, then back at me, appearing completely perplexed. “It- s-so… can’t make more of me?” she asks, her voice falling to a mere hush. I suck in a shaky breath, nodding in confirmation.

“Yes, Willa. That’s what this means.” A dead silence falls over the room, and the small girl’s gaze falls to her lap, her look of confusion now gone entirely.

“Then…” she mumbles, even softer than before. “Then… not need me anymore?” Her words stab through me like a knife, straight through the heart. A single tear trails down her cheek as she sits before me, dejected. Defeated. More soon follow as Bruce’s eyes glance over to meet mine, worry and heartbreak appearing on his tender face.

“Willa,” I murmur softly, taking the girl’s hand in mine and giving it a tight squeeze. “I need you to listen to me, okay? Can you do that, doll?” She nods, but her eyes remain glued to her lap. “Can you look at me, sweetie? I need you to look at me.” Warily, the little girl’s eyes rise up to meet mine, and I’m only more saddened to see them just about overflowing with a fresh round of tears. “Willa… your ability to create more of you has no impact on your worth. Just because you can’t have children doesn’t mean there isn’t any need for you; you are good and loved and needed just as you are. Even after what Tony did.” Willa sniffles, not seeming convinced by my sincere efforts.

“They-… y-you-… can’t make more healers,” she tries weakly, her gaze falling back into her lap as more tears begin to escape down her flushed face. As gently as I can, I take my hand that isn’t holding hers and cup her cheek, thumbing away some of the droplets as they fall.

“That doesn’t matter, sweetheart. That doesn’t matter to me, or to Peter- it doesn’t matter to any of us. Having kids one day should’ve been your decision, Willa. Your choice to make, when you were much older. That’s why what Tony did was so horrible: because he took that choice away from you. It doesn’t change how the rest of us feel about you, doll. Not at all, not for even a second. Okay?” I tell her seriously, needing her to understand the words I’m saying.

“S-still love me?” the child whimpers, making me use all my strength to hold myself together emotionally. “Still think I’m good, still your b-best girl?”

“Still love you, sweetheart. Still my best girl. Always my best girl,” I confirm, leaning in and planting a kiss on Willa’s forehead. When I pull away, I see that a good portion of the devastation has dissipated from her expression, allowing me to let out a slight sigh of relief. I’m sure she’ll continue to have complicated feelings about the whole ordeal, and those feelings will probably change and evolve over time as she grows up and understands the gravity of the situation. I’m just glad that for now, at least, she isn’t worried about me or her friends not wanting her anymore because of what happened. I think the idea of that was entirely too much for her to bear.

Bruce smiles gently over at us, seeming just as relieved as I am that the little girl’s concerns have been addressed. “Alright kiddo, do you think you could let me have a look at your incision? I just want to make sure everything looks the way it should,” he transitions carefully. Willa’s eyes widen at his question and she glances up at me, silently pleading for a way out.

“He just needs to take a look, sweet girl. He won’t hurt you,” I murmur, running a hand over her hair. The child backs up slightly against the pillows behind her, her little frame beginning to tremble as she realizes that I’m not going to save her from Bruce.

The doctor stands from the bed for a moment, walking over to the door and grabbing his bag off the floor. Returning to us within moments, he sets the black leather item down on the floor, unzipping it before returning up to face us. “As smart and capable as Tony Stark is, he’s not formally qualified to perform this kind of surgery, so we just need to make sure everything looks okay,” Bruce reasons.

“Please, D-Daddy, no,” the child stumbles to begs, causing my stomach to twist with guilt as I rise up from my knees, moving the pillows from behind the little girl and positioning myself in their place. Willa, now sitting between my legs with her back up against my front, only begins to shake harder. “Please,” she whimpers, twisting back up against me.

“Hey, hey, it’s okay, sweetheart,” I coo, wrapping my arms around her warmly and bringing a hand up to rub her cheek. “You’re okay, Willa-bug. I’m right here, okay? I’ve got you.”

“Don’t hurt me, don’t- please,” she rambles, Bruce looking over guiltily as he scoots up a bit closer to the little girl’s body, reaching out gently and taking the hem of her shirt in his hands.

“I’m just going to lift this up and have a peek, okay? I won’t hurt you, Willa. I don’t ever hurt you, remember? I just help make things better,” he soothes softly as he lifts up the fabric to just above her bellybutton. “I’m going to lower your underwear a bit, okay? Just so I can see the wound.”

“N-no, no-o,” Willa protests adamantly, her voice full of pain and panic as she kicks her legs in self-defense. “No, p-please, no- Daddy, D-Daddy, h-help,” she hiccups. Startled by her strong reaction, Bruce stops, his brow laced with concern.

“Sweetheart, Willa, I’m right here,” I hum, cradling her head in my hand and rocking her back and forth slightly. “I’m here, it’s okay. Nothing bad’s gonna happen to you, honey. I promise, I promise.”

“Hey, it’s alright, Willa,” Bruce murmurs, seeming too hesitant in the moment to proceed.

“D-don’t to-ouch me, don’t hurt m-m-me,” she cries, struggling against my arms that are holding her in place. “P-please, not there, n-not there,” she begs, the clear terror in her voice and her words setting off a million alarms in my head.

“Not where, Willa? On your tummy, where the cut is?” Bruce asks to clarify.

“There, u-under my- n-not take my undies, please- D-Daddy, please, m-”

“No- no, no, no, baby- he’s not taking them; no one’s taking your undies,” I say quickly, finally understanding why her anxiety is so elevated. “No one’s touching you there, doll. He’s just gonna look at the stitches, just like I did, remember? Just look, no touching, still get to keep your undies. You’re okay, sweet girl. You’re safe.”

“Here, just to here,” the dark-haired man says, quickly and carefully slipping the elastic down just a few inches onto her hipbones to expose the incision. “Just to there, see? I won’t move them any more than that, I promise,” he assures her.

“Here,” I say, reaching behind me onto the headboard and grabbing the thin white blanket I draped across it earlier for in case Willa ever got cold at night. Unfolding the soft fabric once, I gently lay it out across Willa’s hips and thighs, covering her up more where she feels most vulnerable. “There you go, doll,” I soothe, slowing my rocking motions gradually as she begins to relax slightly into me.

An expression of acute concentration forms on the doctor’s face as he assesses the damage, thankfully not making any moves to touch it. “The stitches look fine; there’s no indication of infection at this point,” he comments. “A wound like this is gonna require some special care, which I can go over with you, Steve, and write down so you’ll remember.” I nod, stroking Willa’s cheek soothingly as she leans her head back against me, seeming worn out from all the emotions. “For now, though, I think we need to talk about legal options.”

“What do you mean?” I ask, not sure what he could be suggesting.

“Stark illegally sterilized your daughter, without her or your consent,” he reminds me. “I know you’ve tried putting your foot down with him in the past, Steve, and you and Willa being out of the tower eliminates a lot of the risk moving forward, but regardless- he’s crossed the line on this one, big time. You can’t let him get away with it.”

← last chapter | series masterlist | next chapter →

#faad #faad: the doctor visits #eun's writing #steve rogers #steve rogers fanfiction #steve rogers series #steve rogers au #steve rogers angst #steve rogers fluff #h/c #steve rogers x child!oc #dad!steve rogers #the avengers #avengers fanfiction #mcu #mcu fanfiction #captain america #captain america fanfiction

45 notes · View notes