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lehguru · 1 year

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HIGH-SCHOOL SWEETHEARTS + YOSHIDA HIROFUMI

you meet your high-school sweetheart after years of not seeing him!!

warnings: this is part of fluff month, this was too long but...d-dont look at me + requests are open ! check pinned post for requesting rules

you remember he was gorgeous during high-school. yoshida was one of the prettiest boys not only in your class, but, and everyone agreed, in the entire school. and you were close to him. and you loved him. you thought he felt the same – he told you more than once about his feelings and you two almost started to date – and you thought you two would end up sticking together after graduation. until he disappeared completely one day.

you thought something happened because of his job. in the next weeks of his disappearance, you watched the news religiously, wanting to see if his face appeared as "young devil hunter victim of a devil attack". but no. nothing ever came up.

years later, you still thought about it. the old polaroids that you kept in a box, hidden in the deepest part of your closet, reminded you of his face and the future your younger self planned. one of the pictures was really dear for you. you were smiling at the camera, doing a peace sign with your hand; yoshida stood next to you, but he wasn't looking at the camera like you. he was looking at your smiling self, a soft smile on his lips. your hopes of seeing him again slowly died throughout the years and that box was just something that hurt you.

asa and denji, your high school friends, wanted to see you. for a long, really long, time, they kept on sending you texts and leaving voicemails on your phone to invite you out. your schedule made it really hard for you to fit a meet-up in, so you always end up refusing. but it's asa and denji. they would find a way.

and they did. you arrived from your university early; you were glad for that moment, because it would mean that you would be able to rest more and finally watch that movie you've been wanting to watch for weeks now. you opened the door for your apartment and a fit of giggles immediately hit your ears, and you know who they belong to.

"asa?" you called out and the girl's face popped up from behind the kitchen door. "what– how did you get in here?"

"surprise!" the girl and denji said in unison. you blinked in confusion and denji took some steps forward with your favorite dish on his hands. he smiled widely and said, "we thought about surprisin' you, heh."

with the way the duo looked like, you couldn't help, but smile. you really missed those dorks. "thanks, guys. but since when you two can cook without getting yourselves all dirty?"

"i made it." a deep voice said from behind them and, when the person stepped into your view, your breath caught in your throat. yoshida? "i made your favorite from back in high school. i hope you still enjoy it."

you opened and closed your mouth twice before simply nodding and murmuring a "y-yeah, i do."

asa seemed to notice the small tension and awkwardness that slowly started to build up; she grabbed denji's arm and started to pull him, making him leave the meal in the counter before they made their way to the living room. you were pretty sure that denji murmured a "wait, weren't they lovers or somethin'? why the fuck are you pullin' me away" before they were out of sight.

yoshida took a few steps forward, until he was right in front of you. he was taller and so much more handsome than you remember. his hair was shorter, he had two new lip piercings – snake bites, if you recalled the name right – and the way that his t-shirt hugged his body made you notice his toned muscles. his hand slowly came to hold your cheek and you let him.

"why did you leave?" these words slipped past your lips before you could stop them.

yoshida sighed and looked into your eyes, his dark irises seemed to engulf you inside them. "sorry 'bout that. i still don' know why i left. scared, i guess." he finished his sentence with a humourless chuckle. "could we start over? you can punch me if you want, i just–"

"not that early." you murmured, taking his hand away from your face. you started walking to the kitchen, softly bumping your shoulder on his while you were passing by the man. with the corner of your eye, you noticed his face drop and your heart clenched with the urge to forgive him. "you're gonna have to cook a lot for me before i fully forgive you. for free too."

the deep laughter that he did made you smile too. "yeah, sure. i need a place to stay anyway, i can be your butler."

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rizsu · 10 months

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unfortunate situations aki, denji, yoshida | megumi, itadori, toji.

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meownotgood · 2 years

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new message !! / CSM x reader

the texts they send you when you're away.

includes: aki, denji, & yoshida

genre: headcanons / fluff

note: this post is sfw, but this account contains nsfw content. please do not follow if you are a minor.

☆ AKI basically never uses his phone. He doesn't have any social media; you can coax him into installing some if you want, but he's not going to use them. If he wants to speak to you, he'll usually opt to call you rather than send a text because he prefers to hear your voice. But in situations where he can't, or when he just wants to let you know he's thinking of you, he'll send a message your way.

14:22 [ aki <3 ]: Hey.

14:25 [ aki <3 ]: I miss you.

14:29 [ aki <3 ]: Do you want to go out tonight? We can go anywhere you'd like. My treat.

Even though Aki pays little attention to his phone, if you ever text him, he's usually quick to reply. If you call him, the phone will never go more than three rings without an answer. For one, he's memorized your special ringtone (it's a song you texted to him the first time he gave you his number). And for second, you, Denji, and Power are the only ones who ever send him texts, so he knows if he gets a notification, it's probably important.

In the rare cases where he happens to miss your call though, the texts he sends immediately after are always extremely apologetic.

22:46 [ aki <3 ]: I'm sorry I missed your call.

22:48 [ aki <3 ]: Are you okay? Do you need anything?

22:51 [ aki <3 ]: Call me back when you get the chance.

Sometimes Aki sends you goofy pics of whatever mischief Denji and Power are getting up to, or pictures of Meowy when he's sleeping on Aki's lap. He also loves to send you pictures of the view from his balcony when he's having a smoke.

7:14 [ aki <3 ]: (1 image attachment)

7:17 [ aki <3 ]: The sunrise over the city is really beautiful today. I wish you were here to see it.

Aki rarely takes or sends pictures of himself. He'll take pictures with you if you ask, and if you beg to see him hard enough, maybe he'll send you a selfie. Maybe. Only after he re-takes it a thousand times to make sure it's perfect.

Aki's texts are always professional and proper, just like his demeanor. He always capitalizes his sentences, always uses correct grammar, and never uses any emojis or abbreviations. The one exception to this rule is if he's drunk. Aki tries to stay away from his phone when he's plastered, but if he manages to get his hands on it, you can expect to wake up to several incoherent drunk texts.

2:35 [ aki <3 ]: hi sweeetheartv

2:36 [ aki <3 ]: im drunk sorry

2:36 [ aki <3 ]: but I lpve u so much

2:36 [ aki <3 ]: myy anwgel

2:38 [ aki <3 ]: miss u terribly. come out 2 drink w us nextt time yeah??,

After texting you for a while, Aki developed a small habit of texting you good morning and good night. When you told him you liked it, he made certain to never forget to send you a good morning and good night text every single day. Your contact in his phone is the first thing he sees when he wakes up and the last thing he sees before he goes to bed.

23:41 [ aki <3 ]: Goodnight. Sleep well and have sweet dreams. Text me when you wake up tomorrow.

☆ DENJI asked you for your number as soon as Aki bought him a cell phone. He had absolutely no clue how to use it at first, but thankfully, you were there to teach him. And double thankfully, phones have built in autocorrect, so he doesn't have to worry about spelling everything wrong (most of the time).

Now he can talk to you whenever he wants! And boy, does Denji send you a lot of texts. If your phone is vibrating like crazy, you know it's probably Denji. He essentially uses your inbox as his way to tell you everything he's thinking at any given point.

10:34 [ denji ^^ ]: Dude at work rn SOOOO BORED

10:34 [ denji ^^ ]: I wanna hang out with u

10:34 [ denji ^^ ]: This suckkkkzzzzzzzz

10:35 [ denji ^^ ]: What are u doin?

10:36 [ denji ^^ ]: Hey check out what Power just showed me lol 8====D~~~~~~

10:36 [ denji ^^ ]: It's a dick

Once Denji figured out how to send pictures to you, he had his heart set on sending you pictures of literally everything. He sends you pics of all the stuff he comes across that he thinks you might find cool. He also sends lots of pictures of Power and Aki. Sometimes Meowy too, if he can get the cat to hold still.

They're all blurry and incomprehensible most of the time, but you suppose it's the thought that counts. Besides, you can still make them out... kinda.

18:19 [ denji ^^ ]: (1 image attachment)

18:19 [ denji ^^ ]: Shit its blurry

18:21 [ denji ^^ ]: (1 image attachment)

18:21 [ denji ^^ ]: Look dude I beat Powers ASS at mario kart

18:21 [ denji ^^ ]: You should come over and play its really fun

18:22 [ denji ^^ ]: If u want to

Of course, Denji loves when you send pictures to him, too. It's crazy to him that he can see what you're doing and where you are through his little phone screen. He saves every picture you send (after he bothered Aki to show him how), but the pictures you send of your face are his favorite. Denji will never leave you on read, so if your message says opened for a while, trust that he's just admiring your picture.

13:57 [ denji ^^ ]: CYTE

13:57 [ denji ^^ ]: CUTE

13:58 [ denji ^^ ]: I mean

13:58 [ denji ^^ ]: Your cute

14:07 [ denji ^^ ]: Hey how do I make it my background???

Denji hasn't quite figured out how to use all the features on his phone. Honestly, you're not sure he even knows what Google is. You don't really want to tell him though. You won't admit it, but you secretly like when he comes to you with every single question he has.

17:25 [ denji ^^ ]: Do u know what 12 x 7 is

17:25 [ denji ^^ ]: I dunno

17:26 [ denji ^^ ]: Aki tell me to look it up but idk how

17:32 [ denji ^^ ]: Can u come over

☆ YOSHIDA is super popular and super cool, so it took you a while to work up the courage to ask for his number. Although he gave it to you gladly, you weren't sure if he would even bother to text you after the exchange. You know he's in a ton of group chats with his classmates, and he has a lot of followers on social media. He probably didn't care to text someone unimportant like you... right?

Well, you soon found out that you were very wrong. Yoshida was waiting for this for a long time, actually. And he has no problem ignoring all of his other messages and notifications just to text you back.

15:26 [ yoshida ❀ ]: hey, you weren't in class today, what's up?

15:28 [ yoshida ❀ ]: i can come over and show you what we went over today if you want

15:29 [ yoshida ❀ ]: i'll bring iced coffee too :)

Yoshida uses the fact that you two are classmates as an excuse to text you more than necessary. He sends you pictures of the white board or last night's homework answers, even if you didn't ask for them. Somehow, he always ends up as your partner on group projects. He's just texting you a lot 'cause he wants to get to know his partner, that's all.

His favorite pass-time in class is texting you instead of paying attention. He knows he's going to ace this test anyways, and the current lecture is soooooo boring. The time will definitely go by quicker if he spends it messaging you and stealing glances at you when he can.

9:15 [ yoshida ❀ ]: im totally gonna fall asleep

9:15 [ yoshida ❀ ]: i hate this professor

9:17 [ yoshida ❀ ]: hey. look over here

9:18 [ yoshida ❀ ]: did you see me wave? :)

9:18 [ yoshida ❀ ]: your outfit today is cute btw

Yoshida is no stranger to sending you pictures of himself, too. He has a little bit of smugness about it. Yoshida knows that he's handsome and he knows that he's effortlessly photogenic, so whenever he sees a photo opportunity, he's going to take it.

18:04 [ yoshida ❀ ]: (1 image attachment)

18:06 [ yoshida ❀ ]: (1 image attachment)

18:07 [ yoshida ❀ ]: which one should i post? or which one do you like more?

18:10 [ yoshida ❀ ]: next time i see you, you should take a picture with me. i want to post a pic of the both of us. ^.^

Yoshida really enjoys texting with you, even if you end up texting back and forth late into the night, when he should be sleeping so he can get up early for school tomorrow. He's a night owl anyway, so honestly, he's fine with sacrificing on the sleep so he can talk to you. And if you call him? Even better. He could listen to your voice forever.

Speaking of, his favorite thing is sending you voice messages. It's a bit more convenient than texting, plus he knows you're a sucker for his smooth voice. He almost always sends you a voice message in the morning while he's walking to class.

7:25 [ yoshida ❀ ]: (1 voice note)

7:28 [ yoshida ❀ ]: (1 link)

7:28 [ yoshida ❀ ]: here's the playlist i was talking about in that voice message

7:29 [ yoshida ❀ ]: give it a listen when you can, i think you'll like it <3

#aki hayakawa x reader #aki x reader #yoshida x reader #yoshida hirofumi x reader #denji x reader #csm x reader #chainsaw man x reader #aki hayakawa #denji #yoshida #yoshida hirofumi #chainsaw man fluff #chainsaw man headcanons

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aliusworld · 1 year

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Yoshida Headcanons

Warnings: none, hooray!

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Yoshida who looks super hot and handsome and kind of freaky on the outside, but on the inside has never touched another person (non violently) in his life

Yoshida who always sleeps at least four inches away from you because he doesn’t want to bother you if he snores (he doesn’t even know if he does)

Yoshida who always sleeps after you whether you like it or not

Yoshida who also manages to wake up before you do

Yoshida who never gets sick but always takes care of you when you catch a cold (it’s because he’d built an insane immune system)

Yoshida who as a kid, strictly ate dirt and worms for funsies while his guardian watched in horror

Yoshida who looks like a sickly orphan boy lurking in the shadows at night because he just came back from stalking Denji

Yoshida who always catches onto the smallest things and will do anything it takes to lift up your mood even just a little bit

Yoshida who is touch starved but doesn’t know it because his job is so busy

Yoshida who seems distant and closed off only because he’s actually never handled other people well before

Yoshida who either can’t sing for shit but hums to your favorite songs you play on repeat or…

Yoshida who swears up and down that he can’t sing but actually sounds like a god

Yoshida who sometimes walks with you from a distance making it look like he’s your stalker (on accident)

Yoshida who smothers you with everything you enjoy on some days because he just felt like it

Yoshida who kisses you so infrequently you forget what he tastes like (he doesn’t mean to)

Yoshida who won’t start anything romantic unless you start it first

Yoshida who touches the back of your neck to freak you out and laugh

Yoshida who sometimes, once in a blue moon, kisses you in public (in front of Denji) so he can ‘assert his dominance’

Yoshida who acts like a sad puppy when you get hurt

Yoshida who is willing to die because you got hurt because of him (maybe something related to his job)

Yoshida who bites you for fun when you two are hugging

Yoshida who’s touches can be read as romantic or sexual but in reality they’re just a sign of platonic affection

Yoshida who cannot for the life of him read obvious social cues (either that or he doesn’t care)

Yoshida who has cold ass hands that need to be warmed 24/7 with yours

#aliusworld #yoshida x reader #yoshida x you #yoshida x y/n #yoshida hirofumi x reader #Hirofumi yoshida x reader #yoshida headcanons #chainsaw man x reader #csm x reader #yoshida fluff #chainsawman x reader #csm x you #chainsaw man x you

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fuutakaijyama · 7 months

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CSM CAM — DRABBLE feat ; aki, denji, yoshida

randomized scenarios about some of the csm boys !!!

includes : drabble, fluff, other miscellaneous things, mentions of boobs in denji's

alo's notes : lolololllll im back in my csm phase so here's some thoughts i had abt them as bfs

DENJI ; who'll always sit next to you and rub your knees and thighs while muttering words of praise in your ears

YOSHIDA ; who'll give you a different bouquet of flowers every week on a monday (knowing its your least favorite day of the week) with a small card

AKI ; who carries gum with him so you don't have to smell his pungent cigarette breath after he smokes

YOSHIDA ; who will rest his head in your lap no matter where you are when he's tired, expecting you to play with his hair

DENJI ; who'll poke at your boobs and stomach simply because he's bored or because he just wanrs your attention, wanting to feel your skin from under your shirt.

AKI ; who lets you play with his hair, braiding it and twirling it between your fingers as he moans softly in delight

#csm denji #fanfic #fanfiction #csm #csm aki #csm fluff #csm fanfic #aki hayakawa #yoshida hirofumi #denji x reader #yoshida x reader #aki x reader #fuutaskajiyamas #fuutapajamas #fluff

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photoboothphotos · 2 years

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Strawberry Milkshakes

Paxton Hall-Yoshida x Reader - House parties turned into late night drives. [1.3KWords]

The house shook, its walls were trembling as music bounced off every surface. The dwelling was too small for all these teenagers to mingle in, but its foundation stayed strong as people continued to stomp all over its hardwood floors. The home never wavered as it weathered the storm of spilled drinks and drunken make out sessions. Everything was loud, and strangely dark with only small pockets of light creating pathways. You absent-mindedly drummed your fingers to the beat of music, the tips of your figures sticky from your beer.

This wasn’t your first rodeo. You’ve been to plenty of house parties before. You usually enjoyed these type of events, finding enjoyment in the lightshows and the friendly catchup sessions with old classmates, but this one was different. The overwhelming sense of crowd made you feel so small yet so big. It felt as if even a minor misstep into the wrong direction could create irreversible mayhem but it also felt like that you were just a spec of dust to these other high schoolers. It was an odd feeling. And you hated it.

Paxton had his arm wrapped around your waist, and another holding a red solo cup. The teen was trying his best to listen to Trent’s latest entrepreneurial scheme but it was hard to stay focused when his concern for you was coursing through his veins. He could feel your skin grow tackier and your muscles beginning to jitter. Paxton had decided then and there that enough was enough.

The call of your name snapped you out of your trance. You turn towards your boyfriend, confusion lacing your features. Had you missed something he said?

“You there, Bun?” Paxton asked again. “We can go home if you want.” He had abandoned his spiked drink and the rest of his best friends story entirely. His eyes pierced through your graze, making your heart skip a beat.

“Oh, I wouldn’t want to ruin your fun. I’m fine.” You reassured, taking another sip of your drink. The brew did little to calm your nerves. Usually you’d be a blushing mess of a person hearing your boyfriend – the Paxton Hall-Yoshida – call you by that nickname. But the smog of the room was beginning to become suffocating and you had lost the ability to say much more than your words of half-hearted optimism.

“Nuh uh, c’mon we’re getting you out of here” Paxton declared. His arm swooped fully around your body, supporting your back as he guided your stiffened stance out the door.

The fall winds caused goosebumps on your skin when you met it outside. The distance between the house and Paxton’s Jeep was a short one, but your dizzy state left you incredibly slow. Paxton was patient though, continuing to guide you through your journey to the car despite the sloth-like pace, whispering soft words of ‘Don’t worry take your time’ and ‘It’s okay, I’ve got you’. Once you reached the safety of the Jeep you let out a breath you didn’t know you were holding. You felt a hand on your forehead as the teen took in your current condition. You let Paxton tuck your sweat soaked hair behind your ear and dab your cheeks with some left over takeaway napkins that he kept handy.

Although Paxton was worried sick about your sudden panic at the party, he couldn’t help but muse at how beautiful you looked. The scrunched fabric of your top did wonders for you, especially as the white fabric clung to your skin. Not to mention the silk of your black skirt, and how it draped over your tired legs. Oh God.

“My eyes are up here, Yoshida.” You teased, gaining back some of your energy. “Although, I never get tired of how you look at me.”

Paxton's laugh was music to your ears, a spell that made you fall harder every time.

“I’m sorry. You’re just burning up and those long sleeves can’t be helping.” He replied while disregarding his growing blush. “I know what will help though.” Paxton looked at you suggestively with his eyebrow raised and an arm reaching towards you.

You gave him a questioning look back, unsure of what type of funny business he was about to perform next.

“A late night drive with all the windows down and singing to the Jonas Brothers songs all the way to Foster Freeze for milkshakes.” Paxton shot you a wide smile as he closed the gap between the two of you to roll down your passenger side window. The two of you were practically nose to nose now, his lips seconds away from yours. “Your favourite activity.” He stated knowing exactly what this proximity is doing to you.

Your throat bobbed as you swallowed the unexpected lump that had appeared. Before you had a chance to act upon the situation, Paxton quickly pulled away.

Within moments the Jeep began to roll down the streets of San Fernando Valley. The tunes of your favourite childhood boyband filled the air as a hurricane of brisk evening winds and traffic lights filled your senses. Though even the cold gush of wind wasn’t enough to cool you down from that heightened moment, the mental image of your boyfriend’s lips permanently seared into your mind.

Foster Freeze had the best strawberry milkshakes. And though Paxton would typically argue for team chocolate, even he had to admit that the strawberry milkshakes from the dinner was something other-worldly. As he pulled the vehicle into park, he decided to push your buttons further. Just a little bit. “Okay, what would you like Bun?” He asked, giving you his signature dreamy eyes.

“Just a large strawberry milkshake.” You requested, giving him a doe-eyed look in return.

With a light nod, Paxton began to make his way out the car without another word. And just as he had predicted, the second his hand reached the handle, he heard a audible protest from your pretty mouth. It was quiet, but unmistakable and it made Paxton’s gut do summersaults.

You couldn’t see it, but the grin that grew on Paxton’s face was shit-eating. “Are you forgetting something?” You asked innocently, not wanting to admit the yearn you had for a kiss. Your boyfriend always kissed you before he left anywhere, no matter whether it was for five minutes or five hours. Paxton never left you empty handed.

“Oh right,” He replied. Turning back to fumble with the middle compartment before fishing out his wallet. “Almost forgot, thanks! You’re so thoughtful (Y/N).” He began his exit again before feeling the soft tug of his t-shirt.

“I think you’re forgetting something else.” Your advised, your voice so delicate that it almost made Paxton’s heart burst.

He couldn’t help it anymore. The teen turned around once more, his hands landing familiarly on the side of your face, placing your lips right into the crevice of his own. You tasted like left over booze and candy lip-gloss. Paxton felt you relax in his touch, your wandering hands finding the hem of his jeans. This made him smile into your kiss, making the touch breathy.

“So just a strawberry milkshake?” Paxton asked pulling away and returning your ability to breathe.

It was your turn to nod lightly now, your kiss-stained lips turning into a teethy smile. “And a large fries please.” You added, finally allowing him to run into the diner before it closed.

You admired Paxton’s figure as you watched him exit the car and walk towards the restaurant, his figure getting smaller as the distance between the two of you grew. He waved at you half-way, offering his patented teenage heartthrob grin. You smiled back, your mouth still burning from the kiss he left you with. Even from a distance you can see the mischief within his eyes as he continued walking backwards. It was if he was asking you, ‘Are sure you don’t want anything else?’

And you did want one more thing, Paxton knew that. But that’s a different dessert that you’re gonna save for another late night drive.

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crscntwhite · 1 year

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⠀ ⠀ h. yoshida:: first date headcanons ✧

↳ pairing ✧ ➼ hirofumi yoshida x m!reader

↳ summary ✧ ➼ soft headcanons of what yoshida's habits are on your first date with him.

↳ word count ✧ ➼ 284 wrds

↳ content warnings ✧ ➼ very very minor mention of homophobia

↳ author's note ✧ ➼ a v quick headcanon list to help me get out of writer's block from a request i got (i promise i'm almost finished with it!). requests are still open.

always read the content warnings before reading. fem!readers dni.

yoshida is definitely a hand holder. anywhere you go, no matter where it might be, he is gently holding your hand but tight enough so you don't feel obligated to ever let go.

sometime your fingers will intertwine. other times it's just doan-facing palms. no matter what way you hold hands, yoshida does it so you can feel safe and comfortable with him.

he is also an incredible listener. he's willing to do anything you want to do. if you wanted to go to a coffee shop, he'd let you pick the location and whatever you wanted on the menu. if you wanted to go to a movie, he'd let you pick whatever film is showing at the time.

yoshida will stare at you. he admires your beauty and doesn't know when to look away from you. so expect to be meeting each other's eyes a lot.

he also loves giving you small kisses on your hands and cheeks every now and then.

if you two are in public walking around the city, or just around other people in general, he will silently boast about the fact he has a boyfriend to the strangers passing by you two.

yoshida will subtly "shove" your relationship in people's faces when he has the chance to. not only because he's proud that you're his magnificent boyfriend, but because he's very protective of you and wants to tell others "he's mine."

he doesn't care if other people look at you two in disgust when you exchange kisses (of course, he asks beforehand if it's okay to do so). he covers your ears when he notices insulting murmurs. he doesn't want you to feel bad on this pleasant day.

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nkogneatho · 2 years

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Yoshida bakes you cookies when you're feeling down. And he'll even bake them in cute shapes like hearts, stars or cats. And he goes like,

"Only you will have my heart for the rest of our lives," as he feeds you the heart one.

"Reminding you that you are a star," he pets your head as you smile and eat the star one.

"And we're getting a cat," you almost choke on the cookie because you've always wanted a pet and now you're going to become cat parents >///<

#csm headcanons #yoshida x reader #yoshida chainsaw man #csm x reader #csm fluff #yoshida hirofumi

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starrbright · 1 year

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Still no chainsaw man x chubby reader, huh? You know what, maybe i need to take this matter into my own hands: 🤲🏼🍰🍭💞

#chubby!reader #chainsaw man #chainsaw man x reader #chainsaw man x plus size reader #denji x reader #aki x reader #kishibe x reader #makima x reader #power x reader #yoshida x reader #chainsaw man fic #chainsaw man smut #chainsaw man fluff #starr speaks⭐💬

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kentofication · 1 year

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🔍︎ — hirofumi yoshida ✰ fem!reader

♯ — hirofumi receiving a little special gift from you.

∎ — 0.2k ✰ fluff

ⅲ — wrote this on my own free will. enjoy!

“this for me?” hirofumi asked, dangling the keychain with his middle finger watching it slowly repeat the motions: back and forth.

you answered him with a small grin and an audible ‘mhm’ as you watched his ministrations on the keychain. he gently gazed at the tentacles that connected to the octopus, examining the object very closely and conspicuously.

his eyes followed every move that the octopus connected to the keychain made. he never took his gaze off the object. to be honest, you found it frightening that he was so indulged in this animal object that you bought him when he got back from devil hunting.

suddenly, the movement of the keychain and hirofumi’s finger stopped. he placed the octopus keychain on his house key—made specifically to get in and out of your shared apartment. “thank you very much, love. i’m blessed to have a person like you in my life.” hirofumi said, extending his arms, internally asking for a warm, comfortable hug.

you telepathically answered that internal request, giving hirofumi a big and welcoming hug. he embraced the warmth of your connected bodies, taking in every soft moment that he could possibly find in this activity. “i love you so much, you don’t understand.” hirofumi said, placing a long, loving kiss on your temple.

you giggled at the physical feeling of his soft lips on your skin as you returned the favor—this time on his cheek.

“i love you too, ‘fumi. i hope you enjoy your gift.”

hirofumi let out a low hum as he exited out of the warm comfort he was previously in.

“you’re the best gift i’ve ever had.”

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𝗦𝗢𝗠𝗘 𝗞𝗜𝗟𝗟𝗘𝗥 𝗤𝗨𝗘𝗘𝗡 𝗬𝗢𝗨 𝗔𝗥𝗘

You and Yoshida hit the road, headed toward a night you’ll never forget.

contains fem reader and hirofumi yoshida in an established relationship, fluff, smut, smoker reader, road trip, motel room, pool sex, and loss of virginity. 3,626 words. inspired by bleachers’ song, rollercoaster. here is an entire playlist.

hellooo, it’s been a while! this is my dreadfully late gift to @blueparadis for snow’s gift exchange. I decided to align it with valentine’s day as a nice treat, but it’s actually long overdue from the holidays (⁠´⁠ ⁠.⁠ ⁠.̫⁠ ⁠.⁠ ⁠`⁠) bella, thank you for being so, so patient with me, and happy valentine’s day, baby! and thank you to dear violet for beta reading this fic! 🖤

𝟭 ︱ 𝖶𝖤’𝖫𝖫 𝖡𝖤 𝖫𝖮𝖮𝖪𝖨𝖭𝖦 𝖥𝖮𝖱 𝖲𝖴𝖭𝖫𝖨𝖦𝖧𝖳, 𝖮𝖱 𝖳𝖧𝖤 𝖧𝖤𝖠𝖣𝖫𝖨𝖦𝖧𝖳𝖲

He’s overdosed with burning rubber, shifting cities, and a fine lady in his passenger seat.

Digits of varying uses illuminate the dashboard, the clock reading a little past twenty-two. Rush hour has long passed, and apart from the occasional truck or blinding headlights on the opposite side of the road, the expressway is desolate.

You’ve quieted too—Yoshida glances to see if you’ve fallen asleep. But you’re watching another worn out city pass from your open window, your hair restless in the wind.

He was the one who received a call from Public Safety that morning. Briefed on a feral devil playing havoc with the peace of a rural town, he reached frantically for the nearest pen and paper napkin and jotted away. The final question: “Are you willing to take the job?” And he responded, “I’ll let you know once I’ve talked to my buddy.”

(Private devil hunters didn’t have buddies. But youthful rebellion defied most things.)

“That’s sudden,” you said matter-of-factly on the other line, static singing in the background.

“It is,” he replied, eyeing the paper napkin scribbles in his hand as he held the phone. “We won’t be alone though—devil hunters from Public Safety will be coming too.”

“That serious, huh?” you leaned against the wall where your phone was attached. “Will we be driving there ourselves?”

“Yeah,” he answered. “It’s a twelve-hour drive. What do you think?”

“Half a day,” you said, tipping your head back in contemplation. “Have you ever driven that long?”

“Not at all,” he said. “And I don’t think Tako could take it. If we’re going, we’ll have to make a stopover at some point.”

He named his car Tako. Compact, secondhand, and certainly not up with the times—but Tako was “beautifully flawed, just like you,” in his exact words, and you grimaced with every reminder. You’d accepted your fate of third-wheeling him and his car, but jealousy lingered.

You emphasized your eye roll while he couldn’t see you. He seemed to care more about Tako’s well-being than his own.

“Hmm . . . did you say they needed us there tomorrow?” you said, preserving a casual tone to keep him oblivious.

“I did,” he took the bait.

��All right . . . if we take this job, we can leave this afternoon, then check in somewhere later at night.”

“Sounds good to me. We’ll continue our trip in the morning and arrive there by noon.”

“So it’s settled,” you affirmed. “We’re taking the job.”

“We are,” somehow, you could sense his smile growing on the other end. “What time do I pick you up?”

“Maybe at . . .” you glanced at the wall clock hanging above your fridge, “four.”

When he arrived at your block, you were standing on the pavement, clutching the strap of your duffel bag from your shoulder. You tossed your bag into the backseat and rode shotgun, chirping, “You ready, Hiro?”

Early into the ride, the fresh breeze rolled into your lungs, ejecting the smoke you’d put in them beforehand. The wind weaved with your hair, and the sun glimmered against your skin while it set. Amidst a red light, you faced him and asked, “What were you doing before you got the call?”

He was leaning against the steering wheel, watching the countdown before he looked at you. He smiled and answered, “I was thinking about you.”

Out of reflex, you chuckled airily and faced the other way. “Weirdo.”

The light flickered green as he yelped, “Ouch!”

When the sun sank, cars poured in. Entire roads were eager to go home while you were just leaving yours. You sat in traffic as your stomach gurgled, marking the first stage of your regret for the spontaneity of your travel.

“Got any food in here?” you asked, facing Yoshida’s direction for the umpteenth time after staring out into the dreadful sea of vehicles enveloping Tako.

“None,” he answered curtly. His right hand was holding the steering wheel—or rather, gripping it. He rubbed his mouth, now dropped to a frown instead of its bright state, before resting his arm on the window.

You sighed and faced your window again, your fist pressing your cheek. “I should’ve prepared some before we left.”

Yoshida responded with silence. He never relied on words when he was displeased, trusting the quiet to speak for him. Time continued to pass, but the traffic did not.

“I’m thirsty. Do you have any water?” you asked again later.

“I don’t,”

“Ugh,” you threw your head against the headrest. “When will this end?”

“I’m upset too,” he said calmly. “I gotta pee.”

“What if you peed outside?”

“And got myself arrested?”

You scanned the small space for something useful, finding an empty soda bottle in the pocket of your car door. “What about in this bottle?”

Yoshida scowled as you held it up to him. “Baby, please.”

Your body was in a state of drought and famine; nothing to come out of your mouth would be of any help.

Tako wriggled free of congestion thirty minutes after your exchange. Yoshida stepped on the gas pedal harder than usual, and you failed to resist screaming out of your window, “Finally!”

He parked at the first fast-food restaurant in sight. As you unbuckled your seatbelt, he turned the car off, yanked the key out, and hurried to leave. “Wait, what’s your—”

“I’ll have a burger,” he said before he slammed the door and bolted to the establishment where his savior awaited—the bathroom.

You ordered large burgers, fries, and orange juice in pairs. You moaned as soon as the flavor set in your mouth, barely chewing before you swallowed your first bite. He ate slowly in the driver’s seat, watching you with amusement. You devoted your attention to your meal and your meal only, but you fed him fries every so often.

“I’m packing us food next time,” you said before taking another mouthful of your sandwich.

“I’m using the bathroom before I hit the road,” he answered with full cheeks, licking the mayo off his fingers.

You continued your journey content and relieved at last. The night was getting quiet, but with your tanks refueled, it was your time to disrupt the peace.

The last set of songs on the radio station were ones you and Yoshida knew. Yoshida’s palms banged the steering wheel to the beat, and you tapped on your door from the outside as your arm hung from the window. You replaced lyrics you didn’t know with gibberish that made him giggle. You screamed the ones you knew together, pointing fingers at each other whenever the word “you” appeared within the lines. You sang your voice and heart out, and finally, you ran out of breath.

You panted with laughter as the radio announcer bid goodnight. And then you fell into silence, the kind that reassured you were both fulfilled.

A cigarette burns from your hand now. It’s been six hours since you departed, and it would take six more to arrive at your destination.

Yoshida reaches for your thigh and gently squeezes. “Should we call it a night?”

In his momentary glance at you, he spots hypnosis in your eyes, likely from watching the world go by through your window. “Yeah,” you say. “Let’s get some rest.”

Relief hits your numb butt once you step out of the car and into the open parking lot of a standard motel. The night is crisp and silent as you and Yoshida carry your bags separately and amble toward your temporary abode.

𝟮 ︱ 𝖬𝖮𝖱𝖳𝖠𝖫 𝖡𝖮𝖣𝖸; 𝖳𝖤𝖭𝖣𝖤𝖱 𝖲𝖮𝖴𝖫𝖲

You request a room with two beds only to learn after that it was futile.

The room leans on vintage wallpaper, clean white sheets, and warm light from the wall lamp between your beds. It’s as out of style as it could be, but it’ll do for the night.

Yoshida uses the bathroom after letting you go first. He comes out likening your current appearance: in fresh sleepwear and a small towel dabbing his wet face, his hand pushing his long fringe up.

You’ve cleared your bed of your things to sit on the edge and face his. He mirrors you, bouncing on the mattress when he plops down and opens his arms to you in invitation. You lurch forward willingly, and his arms lock over the small of your back. It occurs to you that your separate bed would be useless for the night.

With the lights off, you lie together. It’s as if any space where you don’t share one breath and heartbeat is senseless.

The outdoor light seeps through the curtains of your window, allowing the wall clock in front of your bed to reflect its numbers. It’s past midnight. His fingers thread through your hair. You shift your head closer to his chest, pushing your ear to hear the life inside, speaking in calm, steady tones.

You play with his hand, pressing your palms together, studying the lines etched and tracing them with a gentle finger. It tickles him, the faintest sensation left in the wake of your touch, and he indulges.

“Aren’t you sleepy?” you speak against the creases of his shirt, cheek pressed to the fabric.

“It wore off.” His arm folds under his head as he eyes the ceiling. “What about you?”

He seems to hold you tighter, lightly bracing your shoulders. His staying awake means you won’t be listening to his soft snores, or staring at his ajar mouth with quiet adoration.

“I dunno,” your arm rests across his stomach. “I’m never sleepy when we’re out of town.”

For a moment, he’s soundless, only the mild strokes of his palm up and down your shoulder. “That pool outside . . .”

He pointed it out earlier when you passed it on your way to the room. It was cyan in all its stillness, illuminating in the dark. You know what he’s hinting at.

“Won’t we get in trouble?” you ask, looking up to see his face, only to find his eyes veiled by an overgrown fringe.

But through the dark strands, you find mischief glinting back at you. And it tugs the ends of his mouth up as he entices, “Aren’t we used to that?”

𝟯 ︱ 𝖨 𝖥𝖤𝖤𝖫 𝖸𝖮𝖴𝖱 𝖤𝖭𝖤𝖱𝖦𝖸 𝖱𝖴𝖲𝖧𝖨𝖭𝖦 𝖳𝖧𝖱𝖮𝖴𝖦𝖧 𝖬𝖤

Only as you stand a few inches away from the pool do you remember that you’re on official business—not a vacation.

You didn’t pack any swimwear. So instead of taking a dip, you and Yoshida stand awkwardly hand-in-hand in your pajamas, wary faces reflecting in the water when you lean forward with caution.

“Do we just . . .” he starts, but never finishes. You glance at him, thinking how ironic it is that he’s apprehensive now when he had gotten the idea moments ago.

But you’d already taken the steps to arrive at this point. You got out of bed, stepped out into the studded, cool night, and strutted on the concrete leading to the pool. Why turn back now?

You drop his hand, failing to notice the confused look he gives you before you pull your shirt out of your head. You look at him once the shirt meets the ground; framed by his dark strands are two astounded eyes. You grin devilishly at him, thumbs sliding beneath the garter of your pajama pants.

Yoshida’s mouth hangs open at your overt choice of stripping. His eyes skim your back as you stray toward the pool, taking in the shade of your skin, the hook that keeps your bra in place, and the fabric that bends to the shape of your hips going downward. He flushes, urgently looking away.

“Hey,” you glance at him again, your feet submerged as you descend the steps of the pool, and lilt playfully, “Don’t back out now.”

Tiny smooth stones press against the soles of your feet. He shuts his near-dry mouth, then swallows. Your uncovered state is nothing he’d quite seen until this point. But it would be foolish to spend the rest of the night gawking in a moment dedicated to you and him.

The uncanny warmth of his body radiates as he peels his clothes off, t-shirt and sweatpants meeting your pajamas on the ground. He follows into the pool in a pair of loose boxer shorts.

Icy water engulfs your shoulders down. You shudder, wrapping your arms around yourself. “It’s fucking cold,”

Yoshida catches up with you soon, his arms sliding around your waist from behind. “Will this do?” he asks, holding you to his chest. His skin is damp but warm, and your head slots perfectly under his chin.

“That’s perfect, Hiro.” You tell him softly, settling into his frame. Your hands rest on his folded arms; your heels press against his feet. In that cozy stance, he proceeds to waddle.

You giggle as you sway together, the water sloshing. Soon, you break free of his grasp to splash him, and his arms cross over his face to defend himself before retaliating with bigger splashes. You chase after each other in the pool, noisy spurts from flailing arms on opposite ends. You don’t surrender until water enters your nose and mouth.

As you cough relentlessly, he approaches with wry laughter and asks, “Are you okay?”

He wishes he’d stayed far when you answer with the biggest splash of water shoved into his face. He backs away with his face in his hands, the ugly taste of pool water in his mouth, and the painful feeling of it in his nose. He coughs it out, just like you, but mixed with a sense of betrayal that soon translates into more eager playfulness.

He turns to you again and scoops you into his arms with a wide grin. “Should’ve seen that one coming,” he says as you giggle and try to wriggle free of his grasp, but to no avail. You give up and let him lift your feet off the pool floor, your arms wrapping around his neck.

His hair is soaked and flopping over his eyes, making it hard to see the affection held for you under it. You smooth it back with a gentle hand so you can admire him.

You often craved a clear view of his face—his hair usually concealed half of it. You wanted to see him, and you wanted to be seen by him. It had become a habit to push his hair back whenever you felt like it, and he’d always thought you never noticed how his heart fluttered over it.

But you always have. You feel it when your hand moves from the back of his head to the peak of his neck, where his drumming pulse resides. You see it in the expansion of his dark pupils while his glimmering gaze fixes on you.

His forehead is exposed, droplets dappling his cheeks from your childish frolic. His breath warms your face as you inch toward his lips. He welcomes your kiss with a knowing tilt of his head, a parted soft mouth, and a light squeeze of his arms around your body.

Yoshida numbs you from the rest of the world by filling all your senses, starting with the small noises of his moving kiss, progressing to the nudge of your back against tile and stone. A gasp enters his mouth after the impact, and he swallows willingly.

His warm lips brush your cheek, sliding down your jaw and lowering to your neck. He opens his lips to the curve that links your shoulder, hard teeth grazing your skin. It’s new, and it’s admittedly scary, but you tilt your head in flowering welcome.

“Is this all right, Hiro?” you ask softly, lacking breath. He leans back, leaving your skin cold to meet your shy gaze.

“If you’re not sure, we can stop.” His words reassure with sweet undertones. You realize from his calm that he’ll accept any direction this goes.

You’re in a pool of heat now. Your breath has strayed from its usual pattern, and you take pleasure in his keen grip. You’re passionately aware that under your skin is a beat attuned to his doing, his intimate intentions. You know it’s under his skin, too. With him infecting your every nerve and vein, you come to a decision.

“I want this,” you whisper, hand gliding over the back of his head. “Do you?”

Yoshida’s gaze glimmers with intent, struck by a wave of certainty. “I want you more than anything.”

You find confidence in confirming. You reach for the lock of your bra and unhook it, paying rapt attention to the growth of his eyes as they set on your naked chest. You toss the piece behind you to the elevated floor.

Flushed but resolute, he reaches forward and cups your breasts, cutting your breath midway. He massages the plush with firm but gentle hands, and a slow current of ecstasy cascades through your clenched body. He leans past your neck to take your nipple between his lips. Your mouth slacks in pleasure, echoing a shocked whine as you tip your head back.

His tongue’s motions jolt and relieve you at once, your chest lifting and falling against his face with urgency. Underwater, your pelvis aligns with his crotch. You press further into each other naturally, two sensitive parts rubbing in heated motions.

Yoshida’s eyes flutter up at you before he pulls back, the taste of your skin lingering on his tongue. He leans toward your ear and whispers, “You drive me insane,”

His fingers slide into your panties, and your back arches when he begins to stroke in the raw. A warmth scatters to your stomach, rising to your chest.

He leans back to heed the pleasured twist of your face. He drinks the pinch of your features, the rapid tumbles of your sounds. Livened, his two fingers ease into you carefully, but the pain of it only helps your cries.

“Should I stop?” his voice carries concern from the strain of your fingers digging into his back. Truthfully, he doesn’t want to. And you know this—you can tell from how his fingers continue to nudge their way in, stretching you further. You don’t want to, either.

“No,” you gasp out, indulging in his motions, “Don’t stop.”

He’s delighted, and it translates to the intensity of his fingers’ thrusts, so long and slender. His lips brush over your ear. “You take it so perfectly,”

As graceful as you are in absorbing the bliss of his advances, you still want more. “I want you, Hiro. I want to feel you.”

He’s been hard, clenching tight. A fever that burns even in water, spreading beneath his flushed skin. He tugs his boxers down, holding his length to your cunt after pushing your panties aside. He takes the need that’s been weighing on his stomach, and he slides himself in with a smooth stroke.

“Fuck,” he moans breathlessly, throbbing against the squeeze. “Oh, fuck. You feel so good.”

You clutch his back desperately, fingers digging into shoulder blades. “Hirofumi,” you shiver, cunt clenching around his girth. He rocks his hips in a steady rhythm that melts you from the inside and renders him weak.

He leans toward you as you wind each other tightly, his head dipping into the bend of your neck, scraping your skin with his teeth. You sense your blood concentrating on the chafed spot under his lips. His pace picks up, and your fist curls in his hair.

He lifts his head to admire you again. Your vision is in motion blur, coming from a light head that hasn’t gotten sleep, but your narrow gaze keeps the sight of him intact. Your fingers skim his parted mouth, brushing over the mole underneath it. Your rushed breaths fog the gap between your faces, but you look past this, leaning in for a sloppy kiss.

You take his taste into your mouth and lose yourself in the seconds, the rough scrub of your skin against the wall, and the mind-melting pure ecstasy. Your lips no longer push with his own, parting entirely to moan. “Ah,”

Your head falls back, reaching for the sight of twinkling stars. Right below, your body jerks with the repeated motions of his hips, and your cunt constricts around his length, urging him.

“Fuck,” he pulses on as you squeeze him, beating furiously amidst rapid movement until you loosen and he reaches his high. With a swift tug, white blends with the water of the pool.

The high subsides with heaving chests and hot faces. He lets your feet meet the floor slowly, running his palms up to your hips afterward. Your arms loosen around his nape but remain entwined, and you lean in to kiss warmly.

“Are you all right?” he asks gingerly, hazy eyes setting on you. He rubs your hips, squeezing with care.

“Yeah,” you breathe out. Tired, sore, but utterly content and comforted. “I’m perfect. What about you?”

“You are perfect,” he grins, barely apart from your face, making your chest bubble. “Geez. You’re too pretty.”

“Stop,” you giggle, hitting his back lightly. “Just answer my question.”

His smile softens, and his answer is earnest. “I feel great, honestly.”

“Yeah?” you ask, drawn by his gleeful demeanor.

“Yeah.” He answers, affection carved into his lingering gaze. “I’m in love.”

You laugh lightheartedly. “So am I. Deeply.”

Satisfaction blossoms in his chest, his smile bending toward a playful smirk. “Way into it?”

You nod, instantly giving yourself away. “Way into it. I think you’re perfect for me, Hiro.”

“Of course I am,” he leans in, bumping his forehead into yours. “No one else can have you but me.”

With a smile seemingly permanent, you kiss his lips. “There’s no one else I need.”

Your head rests on his shoulder as he carries you back to the room with reverent adoration. After a brief and shared shower, you dry yourselves, lie together, and fall asleep.

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