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Hands... 2

csm character handheadcanons part 2

warnings: none

characters: kobeni, angel, quanxi

Note: I got a lot of love for my last version of this so I decided to do a few more! Enjoy.

Kobeni

She's obviously a small woman, but it always surprises you how well her hand fits against yours. Despite how nervous she usually seems, her fingers confidently lace with yours, an instinctual, comforting rub against your knuckles accompanying the gesture. However, there's something about them that also surprises you; the calluses that dot the joints of her fingers rub against your skin. A reminder that this seemingly meek woman is more than capable of fighting as ferociously as any other Devil Hunter.

Angel Devil

Of course, those are two hands that you will never be able to feel. But that doesn't keep you from imagining what it would feel like to have them caress your face, ever so gently. Even when he takes the life from a victim, he's gentle. He mumbles words that no one can hear... perhaps a meek sorry as he ends another life. You can tell that those hands hate their purpose; they'd much rather hold and cherish something they want to protect, something they want to keep alive. They want you... but they'll never have you.

Quanxi

Sparring with Quanxi is always the highlight of your day. She always reminds you "Don't look at me; look at my hands," and you're more than happy to obey. Even when they're holding back, those hands lash out with a gentle ferocity, pushing you to your limit as you attempt to fend them off. The touches are still gentle; this woman can't bring herself to be rough with you. When she finally advances for the last time, and her hands move to grapple you, you willingly give in. You can't wait to feel her smile against your skin, and whisper "Shall we try again?"

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Request Rules

Hello! My name is Beth and this is going to be where I toss all my Chainsaw man writing and art. I also like coloring manga panels and am open to submissions! Also, I like making OCs and am currently working on a csm OC x kishibe fic on AO3, so check that out if you're interested!

https://archiveofourown.org/works/35697364/chapters/89007841

Writing rules

» I will write short drabbles and headcanons for basically any character in the series!

» You can request up to three characters per ask. However, know that I will write less for each if there are 3 vs if there is just 1

» I don't think I will write anything super spicy on here, but if anything is suggestive or adult in content it will be tagged with #spicy and under a read more cut. Please do not request anything like that for characters such as Denji, Power, Yoshida, or Reze, as they are all physically/literally teenagers.

» I can either be really fast or really slow! But please be patient with me lol

» I will tag any major story spoilers if they are present in the post

» I will also do my best to tag any major triggers, please let me know if there's something in particular I should look out for.

Manga Coloring Rules

» Feel free to submit your favorite manga panels through the submit button on my page! I will do my best to color them

» If you don't have the panel itself (or don't have it in High Quality), please provide the chapter where I can find it

» Or, if you just want a coloring of a certain character, you can leave the selection up to me! Just send an ask.

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Hands

csm character handheadcanons

warnings: none

characters: aki, makima, kishibe

Note: It took me a while to actually start writing stuff but here it is! Hope you like my debut asdskdjk even if it's a little short.

Aki

Aki's hands were made for holding a sword; that much is clear whenever he draws it to strike down a Devil. He is young, but his movements are like that of someone who's trained a life time for that moment. Even off the battlefield, his hands seem to itch for that sword. His fingers curve and twitch, as if they need to he wrapped around the hilt. It's sad, in a way; But for the time being, all you can do is offer your own hand. For the time being, that is enough to still his impatient hands.

Makima

Makima's hands aren't cold, yet each touch leaves a chilled shiver behind. Every move this woman makes is graceful, and her hands are no different. No one is allowed to see her fight, but you can imagine that it's like watching a prima ballerina upon her stage, an experience that you could never forget, no matter how hard you tried. However, when she blesses you with a caress of her hand, there is a strange dissonance. Those touches are dripping with tenderness, yet each one whispers a silent promise: You're mine.

Kishibe

Watching Kishibe fight is an equally enthralling and terrifying experience. There is overwhelming strength behind each move, yet his hand almost seems delicate as it weilds his knife with the deadly precision of a doctor. They are the type of hands you would normally shy away from, callused at the joints and gaunt around the knuckles. However, for you, that strength is gentle. Those hands can crush the life out of a Devil, but they need to rest, too. And your hands are their favorite place.

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Kishibe scribble

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Hey sorry for the sudden silence, I want to get this blog going soon BUT I just got back from a trip and now have COVID so I am feeling very unmotivated rn. Hopefully I will be back on my feet soon!

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I've drawn Kishibe chainsawman like 20 times over the past week instead of writing one shots Oops 😬 Well... 😊😄

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Quick Announcement-

Requests are OPEN! I can write both headcanons and short drabbles. For headcanon requests, I can do up to 3 characters.

I will write for any csm character! But any scenarios that are "adult" in nature will be limited to the adult characters.

I will be traveling a bit so I may not be able to publish anything until around the start of the New Year, but I will work on them here and there!

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Another Aki coloring that I went way too experimental on

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finally a fellow kishibe enjoyer lebflgkfl your taste😌👌👌

Asdskdjsk YES he was my favorite as soon as he was introduced!! The brainrot is real 😭😭 this man got me like 👰‍♀️👰‍♀️ immediately.

I'm currently working on a fic on AO3 with my new csm oc and every time I write Kishibe I go 🤯 hehe

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[csm] fem characters kissing their s/o.

fem csm characters x reader; reader's pronouns are never specified. reader has intended fem pronouns for quanxi's scenario, but reader's body is not described. characters include makima, power, quanxi, and reze. warnings for suggestiveness with makima, and not sfw with quanxi. makima also sus, so vague? spoilers. male charas kissing their s/o here.

makima.

"is there a reason you're nervous?"

she sees it in your wide eyes, the way your body tenses tighter than rope, yet you open yourself up to her. by the time you can come up with something to say, makima's fingers are already trailing along your jaw and her lips are looming over your open mouth.

"you don't have to be. you're with me."

her words wash over you, and for those seconds, she admires how your irises shine like summer windchimes at dusk. she doesn't need to peer deeper to see the need, the submission that you hold for her.

only for her.

"ah . . . " you open your mouth, the words withering in your throat once she tilts her head. "is this . . . is this okay, miss makima?"

"of course." despite her affirmation, she draws her body away, returning you to your personal space. beside her at the table, you let out an audible sigh – of relief?

the brief, intrusive thought stirs an ugly feeling within her. but makima suppresses it, smiling thinly as you debate with yourself. you don't look bothered, so surely you really don't mind her forwardness.

she would have made sure of it, if she hadn't already promised herself that she would consciously hold back for you.

you worry your lips between your teeth, finally meeting her eyes again after moments of fidgeting. she's pleasantly surprised when there's resolve behind them.

"you can just call me makima." her braid tumbles over her shoulder as she leans over you once more, lips brushing over the lobe of your ear before biting down. "you don't need to be formal any more, especially when it's just the two of us."

power.

"ah? you're not ticklish there? how about here!"

bodies mushed into the couch, neither of you can stop shaking from violent fits of laughter. power's voice pitches victoriously once she zeroes in on a spot underneath your ear; her hair frizzles once she vehemently begins nuzzling her face into your skin.

"power, pow– power, holy sh– i can't stop laughing– "

"here! and here! and here! you can't get away from me!"

suddenly lurching, you wheeze, face chest heaving as her fingers crawl up your sides. in secret, she's been plotting the perfect way to get back at you for having the gall to buy so much food last week. denji suggested tickling, so, now here she is, turning you into an utter mess.

"aha!" gleefully, power plants an assertive kiss against your throat, and you nearly choke at the force behind it. for finishing touches, her lips glide over the curves of your face, kissing atop your cheekbones, your forehead, and nose.

"okay, okay– you win, i promise i'll only buy affordable food from now on . . . whew."

greedily inhaling, you rearrange yourself from underneath her body, and power gives you room to reorient yourself. she's pretty sure she looks as smug as she feels: pride blooms in her chest at your admission, your surrender to her tactics. maybe denji's got a brain, after all.

"good!" she supplies a toothy, self-satisfied grin as your breaths become more even. you fan yourself by pulling and returning the collar of your shirt against your chest. "if i catch you going to that store again – uh, what'zit called?"

"it was nakamis– "

"yeah, that one." power wags a finger at you, flipping her hair over her shoulder with a dramatic note of finality. "i'll take your whole wallet if you even think about going back."

quanxi.

the two of you should probably shower together after she's through with you. at least, that's what quanxi estimates with how affairs usually transpire between the two of you.

she enjoys making-out with you after tedious days. you like it slow, she's realized over time, and when she calls you "sweetheart" and gives you bruising nips down your sternum. it's . . . chaste, compared to what the other girls like. not that quanxi minds being more tender with you – she finds your tenderness, your tender-being, endearing.

using her thumb and index finger, quanxi maneuvers your chin to the side, prompting you to bare your jaw and throat for her viewing. if she concentrates enough, she's sure that she can hear the blood running in your veins.

wordlessly, quanxi begins pressing kisses down the flushed column of your neck, occasionally sucking at your flesh with the egdes of her teeth, until she reaches your clavicle. thin trails of saliva dot each hickey that she's carved into your skin.

lower, lower. quanxi narrows her eyes at the clothes that obstruct her path, and without consulting you, tears the fabric of your top into pieces. you squeal underneath her, mouth gaping as you try and fight the oncoming rush of blood up your face.

"q– quanxi! this shirt was expensive . . . "

"so?" she blithely retorts, picking at the remaining pieces of fabric off your body until you're bare underneath her. she begins her pathing downwards, etching bruises along your sternum. "i'll just buy you a new one."

once your fingers tangle themselves into her hair, pulling apart her tie until her hair is loose, she allows herself a faint smile into your unmarked skin.

if you aren't tired after this, then maybe the two of you can go again in the shower . . .

reze.

"ah, reze . . . "

looking up from the table, your girlfriend's eyes swiftly flit up towards yours. although she doesn't make a sound, a brow quirks up in intrigue, awaiting the rest of what you want to say.

it becomes a staring contest, soon enough. although you didn't have plans to become a fish out of water today, your throat becomes incredibly dry for no reason , and it doesn't help that she offers an encouraging, patient smile.

i was wondering if," you continue slowly, and reze makes note of how you gulp before proceeding. is it something serious? "if you've ever kissed anyone before."

"mm." brushing thick, long bangs from her eyes, reze makes a small show out of thinking. once she thinks she's strung you on long enough, she cracks a smile. "nope! never."

something akin to relief washes over your face like a tide, and you're pacified in your seat. she can only guess what you're thinking right now, but she's nearly sure it's along the lines of . . . trepidation?

"why?" she nudges in her own question before you can get comfortable for long. her face softens, a flood of warm color covering her cheeks at the thought stirring in her mind. "did you want to be my first?"

reze sees the answer in your expression before you even say anything. yes. she's aware that you've never been in a relationship before, so if you two were to kiss, then it'd be both of your firsts.

the suggestive thought deepens the blush floating atop her cheeks, and she leans her chin into her palm, resting her head in her hand as she observes you gather your bearings.

"y-yeah, i did– "

"so can i kiss you right now?"

"oh– yes."

leaning across the table, reze sweetly presses her lips on yours. you taste like honey, fresh from drinking tea from the cafe, and she has to restrain herself from moaning against your mouth. you let out a cute, pleased noise at her actions. too soon, she has to pull away, lest her manager yell at the two of you for "public indecency."

"there." fulfilled, reze closes her eyes, and rests her forehead against yours. she hears your blood hum in her ears. "first kiss, first kiss."

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[csm] male characters kissing their s/o.

male csm characters x reader; reader's pronouns are never specified. characters include aki, angel, denji, hirofumi, and kishibe. warnings for not sfw with aki and kishibe. fem charas kissing their s/o here.

aki hayakawa.

there's an undisclosed, dormant part of aki that's fulfilled whenever he's able to make you melt. it's like a rush of warmth that invades his chest and makes a home out of his heartbeat.

and it's not unpleasant. in fact, he'd almost call himself an addict – an addict to the sensation of you sighing into his mouth and relaxing in his arms, whispering his name oh-so lovely that, for those moments, he can forget that devils exist and his days are numbered.

his ministrations are patient, explorative, and heeding. slender, lengthy fingers experimentally toy with strands of with your hair, trail down the outline of your jugular, and finally rest at your waist.

there's more nothing that he thinks of besides how he wants to treasure you. how these short yet precious moments are lucky to stumble across, and therefore he is lucky.

he almost wants to melt with you, into you.

"aki . . . aki, it feels good . . ."

face buried into the crook of your neck, aki's lips are light, rolling sweet kisses against your skin. his bites are shallow, barely harsh enough to leave lasting marks. there's a conscious hue that dusts his cheeks, and as he gazes at your bare form underneath his, he catches himself smiling faintly.

you do, too. aki can't decide whether it's his temporary retreat or rare expression that prompts you to laugh, but nevertheless, his fingers slot between yours as he holds your hand to his chest.

his voice threatens to break for you. "please, stay with me."

angel.

"this is dangerous."

you are dangerous. to think that it wouldn't be death, or another devil, to be the cause of his unease, but a mortal. it isn't often when angel withdraws into his own mind to ruminate, yet after every interaction with you, he could probably call introspection one of his new hobbies.

"you always say that."

as if shocked, angel freezes. with the side of a coat held against your cheek, you tilt your head at him, expectant. but it's not a cruel anticipation that taints your visage; your peer is genuine, without any hint that betrays otherwise.

angel chews his lower lip, averting his gaze from yours. after a pause, he sighs, defeated. "yeah, i do. you sure that jacket is thick enough?"

"positive."

another sigh, albeit this time, it's not as heavy as before. angel wants to screw his eyes shut, however he knows that's not a smart decision right now. as if what the two of you are doing is any more safe.

"hold it taut."

briefly, for less than a second, angel pecks the cloth right over your cheek, retracting as swiftly as possible. despite the bare, quick gesture, a smile breaks across your face, and you beam at him with sentiment that you definitely should have.

every time the two of you get urges, you always go back to the damned jacket, holding it up to whatever patch of skin either of you want to treasure. the jacket serves as a barrier from angel. to keep him from stealing any more of you than he already has.

angel doesn't like that he holds your heart as tightly as he does. but he doesn't do anything else about it, because he's content with you having his heart, too.

denji.

it takes him two full minutes to realize that he's been smiling like an idiot.

he's smiling into your lips as he kisses you, into the flesh of your cheeks, and as he draws away from your face. an exhilarated laugh is about to spill from he tip of his tongue.

wow.

you look just as happy as he feels.

denji can't help it. with razor teeth showing, he grins and lifts you up by the waist, the fabric of your top bunching around his hands while he spins you in the air.

"whoa – getting dizzy – "

"this is! the best! ever!"

he's sure the whole apartment complex can hear him, but he doesn't care. it's not like aki's around to glower at him, or power is nearby to peep at what the two of you are doing. but, then again, he's kissed you before in front of them. but it feels . . . nicer, somehow, when it's just the two of you.

yeah. just the two of you.

denji sets you down, and you wobble, nearly toppling over the kitchen counter before catching yourself with you fingers bunched in his shirt. when he sees the flush coating your cheeks, exuberance electrifies his entire skeleton. he plants hasty, yet prolonged, kisses on each of the corners of your mouth.

"eager today, huh?" you manage to interject between his rush, fingers locking sweetly behind his neck. denji buries his face between your collarbones, breathing in the smell of your clothes. they smell like they're fresh from the laundry.

"when you're here? hell yeah."

hirofumi yoshida.

"i thought you wouldn't be shy around me this time around. c'mon, you're cute like this. no need to hide."

despite his encouragement, it just so happens that he knows you won't budge. forehead glued to his shoulder, you're adamant against his words, nuzzling yourself further into him. as he exhales an indulgent laugh, you mumble something into his shirt.

hirofumi hears exactly what you say, however he feigns as if he hadn't.

"mm? these ears are getting a bit old – "

"we're the same age, hiro-kun."

"aha, well . . . " peeling himself away from you, he delights in realizing that you (cutely) attempt to glare right at him. the worry of your lower lip gives away your fluster completely. "say it again, just for me."

he sees your throat bob as you grasp at words. finally, you settle on ones that you're content with. "screw you . . . "

hirofumi hums into your lips shortly after, putting a bit more force behind his ministrations as you lean back, bracing yourself on your palms. as he pulls away, you're breathing hard enough that your top heaves with each exhale, and a satisfied grin crawls onto his visage.

"was it really that awful?"

you hesitate, although hirofumi notices a hurried confirmation on the edge of your teeth that you nearly blurt out. but with another kiss to your forehead, you resign yourself.

a sigh eases from your lips instead. "you're way too good at this, you know. it should be a crime."

a crime, huh?

he extends a hand, helping you steady yourself on the floor. "i'm only being honest. you should try it someti – "

"oh, cut it out!"

kishibe.

how long has it been since he's kissed you like this? he honestly can't recall, nor does he really want to. the only thing kishibe knows is that his thoughts will take him to an earlier time, less haunted by the future and more hopeful than the present.

suckle leisurely, bite until you're breathless. kishibe doesn't give you time to gather your bearings, calloused hands running down the smooth expanse of your back and resting over the curve of your ass.

"kishibe – !"

you're tugging him, too. pulling at the lapels of his coat and clawing at his tie, practically undoing it for him. if he weren't so preoccupied with keeping your mouth busy, then he'd goad you for your impatience.

he's about to grunt your name, too, however settles for seizing your arms. gradually, kishibe backs you up until you're braced against the wall, wrists pined on each side of your head, and at his mercy. he takes his time devouring you, tongue running harshly against your teeth and with a leg between your thighs.

yes, it's definitely been a while.

he withdraws only once he's sure you're lightheaded, although he'd be lying if he denied being out of breath himself. his chest heaves, hints of sweat coalescing on his brow, as he observes what mess he's made you into.

bite marks along your collarbones. puffy, swollen lips. eyes glazed over like you're hypnotized.

you grin coyly at him, flexing your fingers against his hold. you angle your neck, exposing the untouched, unmarked column of your throat.

"you're not tired yet, are you, old man?"

"you better watch your mouth."

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Aki

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Some colorings of my favorite man ~

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Hello-

• I made this blog to post my horrible self insert x kishibe fics but I will also post manga colorings and other writing on here

• if for some reason you stumble upon this blog and want to request something (manga coloring or writing), go for it!

• I write really spicy shit sometimes so be warned 🥴 All of that will be appropriately tagged (#spicy) and under a readmore line