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meowm30w180 · 5 months ago

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⊹ ࣪ ˖ twilight showers ˖ ࣪⊹

First oneshot, so ofc I had to do the queen of cool herself, Quanxi. I'm absolutely weak for this woman.

➸ Quanxi + !Fem!Reader

➸ Word count; 2,093 words,

➸ Y'know, probably set sometime during part 2, but I wouldn't know when. No major spoilers aside from the fiends.

➸ No content warnings either. Just some hurt/comfort ♡ (Although I would say it's been a little while since I've written something, so it might be a little wonky 'cause I'm rusty). Constructive criticism is greatly appreciated!

Night befallen - Twinkling lights across a rather solemn concrete jungle, all blurred by the flurry of raindrops pinstriping against a benumbing glass pane. From up in your apartment, it all seemed like a well-put-together maze of harrowing misfortunes that seemed to follow almost every citizen of Kyoto. Somewhere down there was a family ruined by a devil attack, a partner mourning their lost loved one, children crying because their friends had been ripped away without explanation. All events that could happen to you at a moment's notice - The coin could flip and land heads up, and it would be lights out before you might even notice.

That was a thought that occasionally tickled your brain. Every few weeks or so, most likely foretold by a day's event. It could've been a devil attack that jostled your mind - or even just a shitty day at work. It always came at night specifically, though, which was absolutely perfect when you were trying to get to sleep.

It was sad to think about, the way people's lives were cut clean on such short notice, which is why you tried not to do that all too often. That wasn't as easy as it sounded, especially when, unlike the others who had to live with their chosen reality, you were pretty safe and well-off all things considered. It manifested in a welt of guilt swelling in your chest, and that was the reason when night fell like it had fallen all those times before, you still slept on and off, swaddled up in your bed.

No nightmares plagued you and no misfortune befell you, because you were wholly safe - Especially when you were wrapped in the arms of your girlfriend. Someone would have to be an idiot to attempt on your life; Devil, human or fiend, it didn't matter, because Quanxi would cut them down with scary proficiency like she'd done so many times in the past.

That was most nights, anyway. The warm feeling of safety and Quanxi would not lull you to sleep tonight. The bed was empty and cold, blankets strewn over the edge, pillows tossed and tucked under your head and over your arm. It wasn't that rare for Quanxi to be stuck deep in the alleyways working, but it didn't make you feel any less lonely.

Outside, the storm grew heavier. The windows rattled.

Every time the rain stuck your window, every time the wind pulled against the structure of your building, every time a piercing howl or screech cut through the veil, you felt yourself flinch into the comfort of your plush duvet. You were safe, that you knew, but it was an instinct in every human to fear devils or something. At least, it felt instinctual for you, because being scared of creatures and beings that craved your pain sort've felt natural.

Although, among the melody of the stormed city, there was another sound hidden amongst all the others. Beyond the furious tapping of the rain, the whirling of the wind, the honks of traffic and whatever far-away noises plagued the world surrounding you, there was one, tiny, sharp sound that ricocheted in your ears. It would've been so easy to miss it, and yet you couldn't help but zero in on it like a homing beacon.

Like the sound of a bird tapping curiously at the glass, similar to a singular dense raindrop pattering against the frame or the friendly waving of your houseplants' leaves drawn to the beaming sun.

Or, even perhaps, if you stretched the idea far enough, like an arrowhead plinking against rain-pattered glass.

You chuckled. That thought was a bit overly specific, although not for lack of reason. However, if it was the arrowhead, it was better to go check, just to make sure.

The floor was startlingly cold underneath your bare feet, enough to make you wince, but not enough to send you back under your blankets. The window wasn't far, after all, a few paces to your left. You could already see her figure staunchly squatted on the windowsill, her back to the wind with her hair whipped back and forth.

Quanxi was without her swords, clean of blood and grime but drenched from head to toe from the storm.

You yawned and cracked open the window, letting her slink silently, almost peacefully, from the rugged weather outside into the comfort of your twilight bedroom.

"Quanxi?" Her name was soft on your lips. She stilled in front of you, mouth drawn into a thin line, twitched downward at the corners. She was an enigma, one you were slowly unwrapping and figuring out for yourself. A mystery that only let her guard for one person, and that one person was you.

She didn't say anything, only shrugged off her suit jacket and wrapped her cold, muscled arms around you, tugging you into an embrace that smelled strongly of men's cologne - Cedar and cashmere, underlined by a tinge of bloody iron and sharp rain. The way she twitched softly, fingers digging inwards as she tugged you closer, twining them into your hair as she sweetly kissed your forehead. Protective, anxious, almost lost seaming.

Also, as you may've mentioned, she was thoroughly drenched - Carrying a sheen of rain, heavy enough to dampen your clothes and chill your skin as well. Usually, you would've laughed at the action, maybe called her silly as she rolled her eyes playfully, cracking a rare smile. But tonight was not the night, tinged with sadness and longing. It was a sense in her eye, and in the way she held you so close and dear to her heart, literally and metaphorically.

You sighed and kissed whatever part of her you could reach - Cold skin dappled with raindrops. Quanxi sighed softly, melting ever so slightly as the heat from your love and the room thawed her bones.

"Go have a shower," You murmured into her. Quanxi grunted.

"Don't wanna." You rolled your eyes and gently shoved her in the direction of your bathroom. She battered her eyelashes at you, pursed her lips and set you with a look that would've made you shake if it weren't for the emphasised pout she gave you.

"You're freezing. Go have a shower," You pointed accusingly at her, which prompted nothing more than a quirked eyebrow. A part of you was more than glad that Quanxi was home again, but another, more tired part of you didn't want to deal with her stubbornness at one in the morning.

"You are not getting in that bed freezing cold and wet," You didn't wait for her to respond, verbally or otherwise, and instead returned to the lukewarm embrace of your bed and blankets. The almost silent pattering of Quanxi's footsteps out of the bedroom, echoing into the bathroom. The spattering of shower water followed soon after, steam billowing out from the door and spilling into the hallway.

You sniffled and rolled over, burrowing your face into the nearest pillow. Time seemed like an infallible concept as you listened to the sounds of rapid water showering across tiles. The repetitive lapping sound filled your senses, a subtle humidity filled the apartment, scents of soap and petrichor pleasantly swarmed your nose. The minutes slipped through your fingers, metaphorically, sleep weighing on your eyelids. You blinked, and it seemed in a moment Quanxi had re-entered the room with a slicked-back mess of wet silver atop her head and a towel in hand.

She blinked once and held out the towel in a silent question. You yawned and slid out of bed a second time that night, following your girlfriend into the bathroom.

Resting in front of the mirror, Quanxi closed her eye in contentment as you worked the water from her hair, patting it down to get the most of the water out. That itself was no easy feat, so, being as tired as you were, you whipped out the hairdryer. It was a loud, ebbing sound in your ears, but you couldn't give a crap as you watched the stress slowly seep from the muscles in Quanxi's shoulders.

"How often do you brush your hair?" You murmured against the back of her head. The brush in your hand was snagged against another knot. If Quanxi heard your question, she didn't make any motion that she would answer it - Instead, her fingers traced over the lace of her favourite choker. Even as you worked the kinks out of her hair, smoothing her silver locks till they were smooth and dry enough that your pillows wouldn't be wet in the morning, you couldn't help but notice that her attention would never drift from the fabric.

Hair dried, Quanxi insisted she would be fine to just slip into some pyjamas. You pointedly didn't point out the gooseflesh skittering up and down her arms and instead kissed her behind her ear before leaving for the bedroom for what you hoped was the last time.

The bed was cold. You sniffled and sighed, pulling the blankets over your head as you scavenged together the various pillows that had been tossed all over the bed. You only resurfaced once the click of the bedroom door opening resounded throughout the otherwise pin-drop silence, Quanxi silently walked in afterwards.

Her shoulders were bare, the only part that way highlighted by the sliver of moonlight escaping through the tumultuous clouds. She cast a look in your direction, eyepatch now removed. You didn't even flinch at the empty hole in her face, but rather, your eyes were drawn to the lace collar still firmly twined around her neck.

Quanxi seemed off. Her fingers brushed slowly over the lace as she pulled a shirt over her head.

"Do you miss them?" You'd spent enough time just watching her, listening to the sounds Quanxi made and studying the way she worked. You could tell when she was disheartened, sad even, in the most minuscule meaning of the word. Even if it did feel like a stab in the dark, the moment she stilled for more than a second settled your thoughts.

"Sometimes. Yes," Quanxi finished getting dressed, suddenly seeming a lot smaller without her loose ponytail. Silver cascaded over her shoulders and down her back, tangled and shining as she shimmied into bed next to you.

You knew about her fiends. They all were important to Quanxi, held near and dear in her heart, especially in death. You'd never met them, but you had no qualms with Quanxi keeping a few pictures on hand (and in your apartment). Perhaps in another life, you would've lived side by side with them, all a part of Quanxi's little self-made family. Your big bed certainly would've been useful in that case, six warm bodies all snuggled up under the blankets on a night like tonight.

As selfish and greedy as it sounded, there was a little part of you that was happy to have Quanxi all to yourself. Still, you just gave her a small smile, tired, and pulled her into your embrace.

Quanxi didn't cry. You didn't think anything in this world could make Quanxi cry, but she was shaking. Small, violent tremors that you wouldn't have felt if it weren't for the fact she was pressed against the pulse point in your neck. Your arms circled her neck, loosely looped around her warmth as your wrists rested gently against the cloth of her choker - A sensation that made your skin itchy, but, with your girlfriend planted firmly in your embrace, you were not willing to move a muscle. It was a rarity that Quanxi let you hold her so openly, so closely, her face pressed against you in such a manner your legs had to tangle together underneath the sheets.

Her breaths rolled over you in uneven puffs, heat against your skin in a way that pleasantly tingled and instilled a feeling of drowsiness. It was peaceful, in a sense of the word, and you were more than willing to let sleep take you. Nestled up against her, head held carefully in your arms with her warmth a constant ebb and flow against the biting chill outside, you couldn't help but answer the lulling call of sleep.

Quanxi pursed her lips, feeling your breath even out below her ear. It felt comfortable, soothing even. Although she knew she wouldn't sleep tonight (she hardly ever did anymore), spending the time listening to the rain outside, the pulsing of your heart all while she tried to bury the memories of her past deep within her subconscious.

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meowm30w180 · 5 months ago

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How chainsaw man characters would kidnap you

Yandere Chainsaw man x fem reader

(Y/N is female but with no specific name or physical trait, Y/ N is you after all)

(Also, for the sake of being realistic, I can't see majority of these characters going after a human so for this you will be a hybrid, I won't make or say what devil their a hybrid of since it's a "Y/N" not a OC, but just know, you’re a hybrid.)

Kidnapping

Unconsensual

Toxic

Age gap

Underaged

Rape

If you are uncomfortable with these topics I highly suggest not reading

Quanxi

*Quanxi can't help herself to a pretty girl once she finds one, whether if you comply or not*

Even though you're a hybrid, your life is pretty simple. Ordinary high school girl that lives close enough to home to where you can walk back in forth to school. Though walking to school in the early morning of 5AM is a dismay, Quanxi however, sees it as the perfect time to make you hers officially

Though you only seen her maybe once or twice, shes seen you plenty, plenty enough where she saw u swig a little blood for a paper cut. Plenty enough where she found out youre a hybrid. And plenty enough to where she now makes it a routine to stalk you to and on your way back from school to know where you live.

Though, ever since she lost her beloved girls, she's a lot more desperate for a sweet pretty girls touch. Somebody she can keep her eyes on to protect and smother. Though you might not be as loyal as first, that can be changed.

____

You one day, stupidity forgetting that there was no school Friday, walked all the way to school for nothing. Instead of just walking back home, you make a detour to the supermarket for some sweets.

The safest way would have been to walk along side the main road of your school. Though you thinking "work smarter not harder" decide to cut through the back of your school walking around the side to squeeze through the old fence with a gap big enough to fit through, leading to an ally where the supermarket is just right around the corner.

Though, looks like somebody was already one step ahead in your downfall, because the old fence had been repaired. Meaning if you were gonna get to the other side, over would be your best shot.

You already feel paranoid about doing something so scandalous, afraid of you getting caught by some type of school security. You suck it up and swiftly try to hop the fence. Throwing your shoes over the fence, as they're too wide to fit in the diamond shaped holes of the fence. You place your feet on the wet dew grass and attempt to climb over the fence.

Though, you manage to get to the other side, you weren't able to land on the other side. As the back of your shirt collar gets stuck on the wire atop the fence.

"Damn.." now in a state of panic, you're now desperately trying to pry and wiggle your shirt collar off the fence, even breaking it if you have too.

"Need help?"

shocked, you jolt at the sudden sound of hearing another voice, fearing that it was a school worker. Your nerves slightly calm realizing it was the white haired stranger you seen hanging around the store, the same store you were planning on heading too.

It would make sense she's around you think, she is always around that store when you see her. Though, you're unaware of the fact she's been following you since you left your house this morning.

"Um.. n-no, I got it" flustered with your current state, you began to jerk harder down onto the fence. You already denied her help, it would be embarrassing to turn around and ask for help after you just declined her offer.

Lucky for you, you don't have to ponder whether if you should really ask for help, because she's already moving towards your way. Gripping the sides of your waist, she gently lifts you up, high enough for you to pull the fabric off of the fence and release yourself. But not entirely free, as Quanxi still has her hold on you

Admiring your delicate frame for the first time up so close, holding you, she's just itching to just strip you right there. Controlling herself, she decided to do the simple rout.

"Thank you, for the uh, for helping me, mm that's pretty embarrassi-"

*WACK*

...

Youre out cold, laying limp in Quanxi's arms as she carries you through the cracks of the city to her home, and your new "home"

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Living with Quanxi

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Quanxi is gone most of the day at work, being one of P.S's top dogs, she only can have you fully to herself during the night. So, in the day, you're left alone as you do your daily schedule of crying, TV, eating leftovers she left you the morning of from a fast food place, sleeping, and more crying. Luckily P.S. pays their dogs well, as Quanxi can afford a cozy house with a master bedroom with a bathroom attached. No peeing in a bucket for you is the only thing to be ever happy about.

The most dreadful part of your schedule is waiting for her to come home for the unavoidable pounding awaiting for you... though Quanxi wouldn’t hurt you, she would never, she doesn’t have to. With her inhumane strength all she has to do is hold u down so u don’t squirm too much, (as if you had anywhere to crawl to)

For the time she’s actually home with you, you do all the necessities with her, bathing, eating, sleeping, and the rare free time you have around her when it’s not sex, and for the times you have a little outburst, she just locks you in the bathroom until your calmer or just holds the back of your neck as she’s messing you up

Besides the sex time, Quanxi treats you quite well, would sometimes let u wear some underwear and a bra, if you’re REALLY lucky she even lets u wear a shirt. Though Quanxi uses this as an excuse so she can buy you cute little matching bras and underwear just to strip them off or make u do it for her when she gets home.

Quanxi has been so lonely without her girls for so long, she really does love you, but couldn’t handle a repeat of the fates of her girls, her keeping you bound in her house is Quanxis way of protecting you and making sure youre safe. She’s not delusional either, Quanxi knows youre not happy and that you would leave if you could, Quanxi just hopes Stockholm Syndrome will eventually hit you soon.

#chainsaw man x reader #quanxi x reader #yandere chainsaw man

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meowm30w180 · 7 months ago

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How chainsaw man characters would kidnap you

Yandere Chainsaw man x fem reader

(Y/N is female but with no specific name or physical trait, Y/N is you after all)

Kidnapping

Unconsensual

Toxic

Age gap

Underaged

Makima

*Makima sees humans like dogs. once she sees a cute faced dog she wants, she can't help but want to have it all to herself*

Living as a hybrid in secret, you worked for public safety, so it was easy for Makima to call you into her office. Makima would call you into her office for the tiniest things like braiding her hair, or presenting your school work. You are a high schooler after all. And taking this into her advantage. She strikes up a deal with you to do your homework in her office, when in reality, all she wants is for you to be near her by her side and nobody else. Her dog.

Eventually, Makima would get more and more personal with you. Asking you if you have a boyfriend, asking who your crush at school is, your home life, making you a little uncomfortable. Though, you were always a bit flustered around her, since she's in such a high position in the workforce, you're desperate to prove yourself that you're worthy to be a devil hunter.

For some reason, everywhere you went, whether you were at the grocery store with your roommate, or shopping with your friends, you would always somehow run into Makima. You just summed it up to a small world, but after your encounter with Makima ends after she finishes greeting you, you still feel her presence illuminating over your shoulder as if she's right behind you, but you can never see her.

Though, one day, waiting for the city bus to take you home after a long day, you were left standing at the bus stop alone, that is, until Makima showed up

"It’s pretty late out here, isn't it y/n?"

Makima shows up, seemingly out of nowhere.

she walks over to where you're standing and places her hand gently onto your cheek, you didn't say anything, just a nod in agreement, you always choked up on your words around her, with how intimidating she was. That's ok. Dogs can't speak anyways. She especially likes that about you.

"Hm, you're freezing.."

Makima can't seem to tell if your cheeks are so red from you being flustered, or you being freezing. Which is surprising, she already knows more than you think. With her strong sense of smell, Makima could already smell from a mile that you were a hybrid. A dog that will last forever.

"Mm, poor thing, my place is just around the corner, why don't you come home with me? You wouldn't wanna catch a cold now would you?"

"Uh, s-sure, I could come over for a bit"

"Good"

Makima said with a delight in her voice, as she grabbed your hand and walked you to her home, which is now about to become your new home.

She was telling the truth, her house was right around the corner, a nice spacious house, well kept grass, and shiny windows, tho it's not a mansion, you can definitely tell it's owned by a wealthy individual.

"Make yourself at home"

Makima says to you as she unlocks the door and opens it up for a pack of slobbering dogs to spill out the doorway onto the porch.

"It's ok, they don't bite"

The dogs run around you wagging their tails as Makima enters the house, as all 7, now 8 dogs follow behind her.

"Here, take your stuff off and have a seat on the couch. I'll make you some tea."

You nod in agreement, hanging your coat up and taking your shoes off at the door. Stepping onto the comfy floor mat as you slowly walk to the couch. Taking in the beauty of her home.

The tea didn't take long at all, as Makima comes out with some already poured tea in a mug for you. the warmth of the cup greats your shivering hands, your palms nuzzle in the heat of the mug as you go for a sip

"Careful, its hot"

You take a small sip, the warm vanilla taste makes you feel like a child again. As you end up drinking almost the whole thing, you didn't realize how thirsty you probably were. As you're drinking away the cup, you blush at the sight of Makima

"Thank you... for the tea"

"..."

She doesn't say anything, just gently smiles at you

"Ms Makima...?"

You feel tired all of a sudden

"Hand me your cup"

"...why..?"

Your speech starts to slur, Makima stands up from her spot and takes the cup from your hand before you spill it on yourself, you start to lean over as she gently pushes your shoulder for you to fall sideways onto your shoulder onto the cushions of the couch

"Ms Makima..."

...

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There will be other characters soon

#makima x reader #chainsaw man x reader #yandere #yandere chainsaw man

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meowm30w180 · 7 months ago

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It ain’t real cherry, but you still lick the wrapper

pairing: Makima x fem!reader nsfw: vaginal fingering, gore, death, manipulation, mind control, non-con wc: 4k author's note: Happy Halloween <3 description: Unable to get this woman off your mind, you resort to drastic measures

“It’s done.”

The man in front of you steeples his fingers, thick, hairy forearms making a triangle as his elbows rest on the desk that separates you. His eyes flick over your face, searching for an expression of relief, and when he can’t find a trace of one, he asks, “Are you not grateful for all of my hard work?”

“No, I am. I’m very grateful,” you hurry out, “I’m just…just trying to process it all.”

The story he's telling you—that she was shot in the back of the head this morning while on the train to work—is hard to believe. Such an unceremonious, mortal end for this mythical woman keeps this reported reality suspended in the air, unable to sink in.

“Well, whether you process it or not, you remember our deal, right?” The man glances down to the small section of your collarbone that your conservative neckline exposes.

There’s not much a mob boss could want because, with the gun devil on his side, he could bend most of civilization to his will. So, there was only one unique thing you could leverage in return for an assassination.

“I haven’t forgotten,” you say. “But…right now? Here?” The large, curtainless window to your right provides access to the beautiful city skyline, but also allows those populating the city’s towers a view of you in return. Looking around, you realize you’re close to the Public Safety Office, closer than you thought. You don’t want to think about how your co-workers will react once they hear of your boss’ death. Even worse is if they see how you’re about to pay to have made it happen.

“Right here. Right now,” he decides, and you press your lips together and swallow harshly. You knew what the trade off would be to get her out of your head, knew you were willing to do anything, so you’ll just have to accept your fate.

The man walks over to the small bar cart and pours two glasses of scotch. While taking a sip of his own, he extends the other glass. “To loosen you up, nervous girl.”

“Hah. Thanks.” You take the heavy glass in your hand and choke down the burning liquid in one big gulp. Hopefully it’ll make this easier.

With that in order, he gestures to your sweater, and you cross your arms over each other and dip your fingers under the hemline, childishly waiting a second for him to say nevermind, you don’t have to do this. But he doesn’t, so you pull the sweater up over your head and place it in a pile on the top of his wooden desk. You try to put the open window out of your mind.

“Very nice,” he says, chuckling, “I like what I see.” His gaze has an uncomfortable weight to it, and the way his eyes crawl over you makes you want to wrap your arms around yourself and cover up your exposed skin.

He takes a step towards you and after one big swig places his scotch on the desk next to your sweater. You force your body to keep still, to not flinch away when his big palm lands on your shoulder, giving it a rub before traveling down to your chest to your bra, squeezing your right breast in his palm.

“Time for this to come off too,” he says, grinning. You force a smile back, avoiding eye contact with the outline forming in his pants.

Your hands go around your back, fiddling with the fastening of your bra, and with one clasp left to undo you’re interrupted by the shrill ring of a landline.

The man swears, muttering that no one should be bothering him as he walks back around the desk and answers the phone.

“What?” he says gruffly. “Huh? Slow down—slow down I said—you’re not making any sense—she’s what?—but that’s—what?…hello?…hello?”

He waits a few more moments, listening, before putting the phone down. You place your hands in your lap, fiddling with the hem of your skirt. “Is everything okay?” you ask.

He walks over to the window, his hand on his head. “I think…I think it’s best if you leave,” he says.

A calm voice from behind you says, “I hope this isn’t on my account.”

Your breath catches, choking your throat up. The owner of that voice is supposed to be dead.

You turn, slowly and mechanically, from the shell-shocked man by the window to the door, and you see the face you’ve seen too much for one lifetime. It’s Makima, standing in the doorway of the office, covered in blood.

“No…no…” you mumble, your fingers digging into your collarbone.

“It’s all right, it’s not mine,” she reassures, gesturing to her stained clothing.

“How did you get in here?” the mobster cries. “Where are my men?”

“They were kind enough to lead me right to you,” she answers, “Though I believe they now regret attempting to follow through on their boss’ orders.”

Fingers knot into your insides, squeezing your heart so tight every beat that radiates through your body is painful. You thought this was over, thought you were free.

Makima shuts the door behind her and looks down to you, still frozen in the seat of your chair. “Don’t worry, I’ll deal with him now. Please close your eyes.”

“What? Wait, don’t—” you gasp out, but she steps forward and places her slender fingers over your face anyway.

The man makes a strangled noise. “What…what are you…?” he chokes out. The question goes unanswered and his body thuds to the ground. When she removes her hand, you don’t open your eyes, this time of your own volition.

She hums, and another strange noise comes from the body, like the crushing of fleshy insides. Then she puts her hand on the back of your head, petting you in a gesture she must think is soothing. “It’s okay now, he’s gone.”

Gone, the only lifeline you had out of this, gone. There’s no one else you’re able to turn to; the henchmen of the gun devil, the most feared devil after the chainsaw devil, were the only people who could get rid of her. Though, those who tried are dead now. They have that in common with your hope of being released from your role as Makima’s plaything.

You open your eyes, fixing them on the corner of the desk in front of you. You don’t see the man anymore.

“It wasn’t very nice of you to try to get me killed,” she says, like she’s scolding a child. “And with the gun devil? You think that lowly of me?”

Her petting pauses, waiting for an answer.

You can’t get one out. “I–I…” There’s a puddle of blood spreading across the floor by the window.

“It’s all right, I’ll forgive you.” She turns your chair around effortlessly, forcing your gaze upon her glowing eyes. “This time.” She smiles.

Voice breathy, you ask, “What–what do you want from me?”

Makima places her hands on the arms of the chair and leans over you, claiming every inch of distance separating your bodies. You recede into the chair as far as you can, shaking. “I think that should be obvious by now,” she says.

“I don’t…” No, you can’t. You can’t do this again.

She moves into the crook of your neck, taking a deep inhale, and then sighs from the pleasure of your scent. “I don’t enjoy it when you play coy. Or when you act as if you do not like this as much as I do.” She combs your hair away from your face. “But I can’t get upset, you’re just so cute, my little hunter.”

Hunter. How you hate that word. How you hate your job—forced to live in fear of torture and death at the hands of devils. It was what your contract required: you either worked at the Public Safety Department killing devils or be executed as a traitor to the country. Not much of a choice at all. And you don’t even know how this happened. It was as simple as it was terrifying—you woke up one day contracted to a devil, the spider devil Princi. It was the day after that freak accident in the alley by your apartment. The day after you met Makima.

You retort, “I’m not your–”

But then her lips graze your neck, and your voice stops in your throat. Softly, gently, they roam up and down your rapid pulse point. Your stomach drops, because then it lights up within you, that frighteningly familiar warm sensation that begins to pour through your body. It’s like an initial stream of lava slowly rolling down the side of a volcano, a warning that there’s much more to still come.

No, it’s happening. She’s doing it again.

Your head rolls to the side, exposing more of your neck to her, and you let out a shaky breath as she crawls onto the chair, straddling your lap.

“There’s my good girl, letting me in,” she whispers before suckling on your neck, harsh enough to leave a bruise. The violence is lost on you, your arms circling around her waist, pulling her in tighter, wanting more.

You’ve got to get her off–

Makima’s arms lock around your shoulders, pulling you in tight so her breasts press up against yours, soft, warm. She nips at your neck again, drawing out a quiet moan from your throat.

It’s something about her, something that’s making you lose control.

Her fingers dip under your bra straps, slipping them off your shoulders. When she reaches behind your back and unclips your bra, there’s no embarrassment, no desire to cover up, and the garment falls to the side of the chair.

It’s been like this every time, something in your brain just goes slack when she asks anything of you, even worse when she touches you.

Makima kisses your neck one more time before her hands travel down to your chest.

You’re pretty sure that the first time it happened was the evening you stayed late to help her finish some reports. You don’t remember agreeing to help or actually working on any of the reports, just that you left her office with your underwear in your hand.

Makima runs her palms over your breasts, your nipples piquing up to meet her enticing touch.

That night hammered a tiny crack into your psyche, giving rise to insufferable symptoms you’ve had to live with ever since. The next few days after that night, every single thought that passed through your mind was about her.

She hums before leaning down to press wet kisses to your chest, fanning the flames licking up the sides of your stomach.

There were so many long, painful nights after you met Makima. You’d lie awake, your once comfortable bed hard as a rock, pouring over the small interactions you had with your boss that day.

Her tongue rolls over your nipple while her hand kneads your other breast.

There was nothing more important to pay attention to—often you were forgetting your own needs, going days without anything to eat or drink. You tried setting reminders for yourself, but lightheadedness and fatigue still became daily occurrences.

Makima’s touch travels down to your hips, her thumb circling over the bone as she leaves a few more dark marks on your clavicle.

It terrified you, these intense, foreign thoughts banging around your head, evicting your own consciousness from your brain. It was unbearable, you were getting sick every other night, throwing up in the toilet from just how much you missed a woman that you haven’t even had dinner with.

She moves from your collarbone and gently bites your shoulder, next licking and kissing the indentations of her teeth in your skin.

It wasn’t healthy. But therapy didn’t help, your friends laughed it off, and you could never mention it to your parents.

Lightly dragging her nails down your shoulders to your hands, Makima slinks to the ground in front of your chair, spreading your legs and pushing your skirt up.

You felt like you were going crazy.

She hums as she removes your underwear, revealing a glittering mess between your legs.

It eased up a few days after the evening you stayed late, though the thoughts never truly subsided. They’d ebb and flow, worsened after a noticeable gap in your memory. It didn’t make any sense, like you were living in a nightmare rather than reality.

Makima thumbs over your folds, drawing out a sharp hiss as she slips closer to your aching hole.

It was one harmless comment from Aki, a co-worker contracted with the fox devil, that revealed everything to you.

“Yeah, Princi will do just about anything Makima tells her to. It’s like she’s under a spell or something.”

A spell? What a strange way to put it.

Unless it’s not strange at all, rather, a reasonable, accurate way of describing it.

A spell. It all became clear. You’d been pondering any type of natural explanation for these maddening symptoms, but it’s possible there never was one. You were the victim of a supernatural influence…which can only be the work of a devil.

And it wasn’t only you, and not just Princi, the spider-devil you magically became contracted to—certainly Makima’s doing—it was everyone that’s under Makima’s spell.

It was some kind of power, a way she could get everyone to do her bidding. She’s been able to talk you and your co-workers into doing anything, and you weren’t the only one with strong feelings for her: you rivaled Aki, Denji, and a few others who’ve proclaimed their love.

Makima had completely infiltrated your mind. It’s why you wanted her dead.

She pushes her fingers inside your aching hole, slipping right in with no resistance from your body.

You exhale a curse that brings a smirk to her face. She knows this feels good, whether you want it to or not. So she gives you more, dancing her fingers in and out of your core, intent on provoking the primal way your body reacts to her.

Your hips buck and twitch with every strong curl of her fingers, body unable to resist the way the pads of her fingertips stroke every weak point of your canal in a meticulous assault.

“You wanted to say goodbye to this?” she taunts, tilting her head and drinking in your expression as your face contorts.

“Fuck…you,” you grit out, “This isn’t right. This isn’t me.”

“If not you, then who’s currently soaking my fingers?” she responds, with a pointed thrust that has your hand flying out to grab onto her shoulder. The strength in your grip does little to faze her.

“It’s not real.” you cry out, a desperation for your words to be true underlining your voice. “I know what you are.”

“Oh?” She seems amused by the contrast of your verbal combativeness and the way your body writhes beneath her. How your hand has moved from her shoulder to encircle her wrist in a tight grasp, but makes no effort to pull it away.

“And who would that be?” Her glowing eyes flare as they narrow in on you. It sends a wave of ice through your body until the next curl of her fingers heats it up again. You groan, finding it harder to follow your train of thought with the incessant rhythm of pleasure pounding through your body.

“You’re the control devil. One of the four horsemen.”

She’s unaffected, her soft smile never faltering, but her movements pause. “What makes you say that?”

With a respite, it’s easier to make your argument. “I’ve seen it. Everyone at work does anything you say, and they’re all in love with you. But a fucked up kind of love, obsessive. Like me, it’s an obsession when it comes to you. I feel fucking crazy.”

“How sweet,” she croons, placing a kiss on your inner thigh, “I like you very much as well.”

You try to pull your thigh away, but she keeps it locked in place. “No, this isn’t—it’s not real. Because these emotions are what you want me to feel. The book—the book in the office library—it says the control devil can manipulate a person’s thoughts and emotions.”

Her jaw tightens and she sits back on her feet. “I wonder how that book re-appeared,” she notes rigidly. Then she sighs, “No matter, I’m sure I’ll work it out.” Makima looks back up to your face. “After I’m through with you.”

You shudder and her hands find their way back to your thighs, fingertips skimming over your goosebump-ridden flesh. “It’s fascinating that you think I ever used my powers on you,” she says.

It’s true then, she’s the control devil. But she’s denying her role in your spiraling sanity.

“I’ve never, ever felt like this before. Never been so crazy or intense about someone, it’s not normal,” you argue, wincing as she reinserts herself. “You’re controlling me—it's the only explanation.”

“Am I?” Makima asks, curling her fingers again, “Or is it that you respond?”

Your eyes flutter and your hips instinctively grind against her hand. Fuck, you can’t focus when she touches you like that.

“You’re certain I’m making you like this?” she asks. Your hand reaches for the one on your thigh, holding onto it while she pumps in and out if you. “Or…are you actually enjoying this as much as you seem to?”

She’s making your head hurt. It’s her fault…right? She’s the one that’s manipulating your feelings, it’s her that’s implanting ones you’d never normally feel, and exacerbating their intensity with a flick of her fingers. It’s not you, it’s her.

And yet it’s your body that’s building up to a peak, one that you can’t stop yourself from reaching, one that you know will redefine the foundation of your world once more. You tried to have her killed—to protect yourself from her influence—and she’s still about to make you come.

It makes you wonder how much is her fault and how much is yours.

You had a bit of a crush on her before you really knew her. She was so nice to you when you first met, made you feel like there was someone in your corner during such a hard transition. She even bought you lunch a few times, your favorite meal.

You can’t quite remember how it even got to this point. Trying to kill her? Taking it to that level? You wonder if you were overreacting. Really, she’s nothing but nice to you.

And she makes you feel so good. So good you can’t stand it. Can’t stand her? No, can’t stand being away from her. God, this is all so confusing. Better to not think so hard.

You look down to her. It’s that same smile. She’s got you.

“Damnit,” you hiss.

“Mhmm,” she agrees.

Then your hips jolt. Several waves of unadulterated bliss course through your body, surging through your spine so fiercely that your back arches up off the chair. Your free hand clings to the desk behind you, trying to keep you from falling off the chair as you endure the orgasm.

Your eyebrows press together and your mouth drops open in a silenced scream. Pleasure pounds through your body, beating against every part like a stick to a drum.

“Fuck,” you say, digging your fingers into Makima’s wrist, “Feels so…oh my god.”

“Doing so good,” she coos, and you can only whine back, voice cracked and dry.

Makima pulls your closer, hand snaking around your waist so it’s supporting your curved lower back, pulling you into her fingers that pump in and out of you. There’s no escape, her assault on your core is merciless, even if you’re hanging onto the edge.

God, you need a break, need this orgasm to end. You call out her name, begging for a reprieve.

Makima doesn’t stop her motions, and her fingers drag against your sensitive walls. You go to pull her hand away, to end the overstimulation.

And then you feel it, a sudden, tingling buzzing in your lower back, pushing closer and closer to your core. Your first one has barely finished, scattered sparks still rocketing through your body. Makima doesn’t care, she’s intent on pushing you to your limit—breaking you.

“I can’t…oh my…mm’god I can’t–” you say, twitching and groaning as your hole throbs around Makima’s working fingers, already spent.

“You can,” she replies, her eyes glowing once more, “and you will.”

“Shit–Makima,” you moan, the feeling re-approaching your core, building in intensity. It’s like being caught under a violent wave, coming up out of the ocean half-drowned, and rubbing the salt out of your eyes to see an even bigger, fiercer wave towering over you.

Terrified or not, the wave crashes down, and there’s nothing you can do but try to hold on to the seafloor.

“Fucking–shit–Makima oh my god,” you cry out, eyes pressing shut. You’re shaking, shifting around in the chair but her hands keep you pinned in place. You catch a glimpse of her in your struggle—she just watches you, smiling.

“Ah,” you cry out. The sensation is flooding through your body, splintering out to reach every nerve in your core, your torso, and then your arms and legs. The experience is overwhelming, your body is being made a vessel to handle a voltage it can’t endure.

You heave and you jolt but you can’t fight the feeling out of you, it’s entrenching itself into your muscle fibers and bones. The heat has creeped up your spine, making your head even dizzier.

Your voice reverberates through your throat, but nothing intelligible comes out. It takes two more attempts at communication to realize that the only thing you can say is her name.

So you repeat it, over and over like it’s a language.

“M–Makima…Makima….Ma-kima…”

Your vision is white and you can’t feel the chair underneath you. Makima grabs your face, her voice is echoing through you, but you can’t really hear any of it.

“Yes,” you respond, but you don’t know how, you never tried to say it.

Then the wave recedes, color seeping back into your eyes, and the deep pressure of your orgasm slowly decompresses from your lower body.

You fall limp in the chair, muscles exhausted and unable to move. Your body aches and your mind flickers on and off like a broken lightbulb.

“That’s a good girl,” Makima coos, stroking the sides of your thighs. Your eyelids are struggling to stay up, but you’re able to meet her gaze. The most beautiful woman you’ve ever seen is smiling softly at you.

You’re so tired. Depleted in all facets. There’s no will to fight…though you can’t remember what you’d even fight her for. All you want right now is the comfort she can provide.

You reach your shaking arms down to her wrists and guide her back up, bringing her face close to yours. She places her palms on your cheeks, cradling your face as she whispers how strong you are, how good you did for her, everything you want to hear after enduring such an intense experience. It fills your heart with a gentle warmth, a desire for her to be nestled within you, to stay with you forever.

So you draw her in, placing a soft, affectionate kiss on her lips. She kisses you back gently, fanning the warm, comfortable hearth constructed in your chest.

When she leans back, she sighs softly. “I’m so glad you’ve come back to me, my little hunter.”

You smile and let out a breathy hum, “Mhmm, me too.”

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i’m so happy you like quanxi like just being part of her little fiend harem while she uses your powers to her disposal, but she takes the utmost care of you? all she wants is the best for her girls ): always so well dressed and fed too, you never have a single thing to worry about *cries* shes so TALL TOO HHHHHHVF LOOKIE HER FINGERS SHES BUILT PERFECT

i hate to admit it but makima is also very very hot

Imagine being her newest girl? She found you causing a little mayhem and knew she need to make you her girl the moment her eyes met yours, you are beautiful in every way and despite your sheepish behavior, she knows you are powerful. You are just such a shy little thing, clinging to her the moment the other girls try to greet their new girlfriend, you almost cry from all the attention!

Quanxi has no choice but to get you used to it, after all, as a member of her harem you need to learn to interact with both her and the other girls.

She’ll dress you up like a cute little doll and pamper you luxuriously, giving you herbal baths and making you dress up in lingerie sets. Taking pictures of you with the girls, Quanxi always wants what's best for her for you and the girls... even if it means by taking force.

“N-Not there-” You cover your face when she pushes two fingers in your tight little cunny, “A-Ah... but they’re watching, Quanxi?” Your eyes drift towards the other girls, who eagerly sit by and watch you, they are impatient and ready to play with their new friend... to see how long they can play with you before you need a break. They’re very accepting of new girls, the more the merrier, and they’re so fascinated by your sudden arrival.

Quanxi brings you to look back at her, kissing you on the laps whilst her palm grinds against your clit with every flick of her wrist. The feeling of her long and slender fingers, so soft but jabbing at just the right spots has you moaning her name and gripping the sheets. you can hear the other girls giggling, complimenting how cute you look, how wet you are, how you take it like a good girl.

It is all so much, you have never experienced this before, the feeling of pleasure that bubbles inside of you. It is like a wild fire rapidly spreading throughout your quivering tummy. Quanxi does not waste a second when pleasing you, she has intentions and that is to have her pretty little fiend cumming on her fingers.

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meowm30w180 · 1 year ago

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Pairing: Quanxi x Reader

Rating: 18+ (Minors Do Not Interact)

Content: Established relationship, female-bodied reader, gender-neutral reader, dominant Quanxi

Content Warnings: Smut— vaginal sex (strap-on), mommy kink, breeding kink, mentions of pregnancy

The last thing Quanxi wanted was children. Being tied down by parenthood and having her freedom taken away from her like that was not appealing in the slightest… but the idea of getting you pregnant was every bit enticing to her.

“Quanxi-! You’re… you’re so deep!” You cry.

Your ankles are locked on Quanxi’s torso, prompting her to reach farther in your tight cunt; You drag your nails down her toned back, the stimulation numbing your mind. Today she had chosen a ten inch strap to use on you— the longest you’ve taken thus far. You were surprised by how easy she slid in, though given how wet she had made you, it was no wonder.

Quanxi pulls back to take in your fucked out form, and she feels a strange stirring in her stomach. You look so cute, so helpless— hair in disarray, drool running down your chin and tears pricking your eyes. She just wants to breed your precious being. Fuck you so good — so hard that your belly will be swollen in the weeks to come…

“Can you feel it, sweetheart?” She questions, before leaning forward and pushing your legs back near your head, using her forearms to keep you spread for her. “I’m all the way in your stomach,” She finishes with a press down on the noticeable bulge of your abdomen.

She’s right. You can feel her in your stomach. Never mind your pussy, she was abusing the inside of your tummy…

“Mm, I’m going to breed this sweet, little cunt,” She renders with a forceful snap of her hips. “You’ll feel so full of me, huh?”

“P-please… mommy. Give me your children…‘Want it so bad,” You sob pathetically.

“Yeah?” Quanxi’s fingers find your clit. “Want me to knock you up, huh? Have you carry my kids around for nine months? Oh, I bet you’d look so adorable with a plump, round belly and tender, milky tits.”

A whine escapes your lips, as she gives you one last harsh thrust, imitating her ejaculation before pulling out. You’re so turned on by the thought of her having just conceived a child with you, that you end up creaming all over, your release spilling onto the sheets below you.

By the end of your orgasm, you realize Quanxi has taken off her strap and then your eyes meet the slick of her cunt, whiteness justnoticeable enough for you to catch. And then Quanxi’s straddling your pussy to rub that of her with yours, your spilt cum mixing together, so you truly feel one with her…

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meowm30w180 · 1 year ago

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[Chainsaw Man]⋆ ★

Note: No nsfw/smut...js YANDERE n Asaden headcanons 𐙚

Nothing Yet.✎🕯️🎧📖 (coming soon)

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meowm30w180 · 1 year ago

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Hi🔥 I’m new to tumblr and I wanna become a tumblr chainsawman x reader (specifically Quanxi) writer, and I LOVE requests, it may take me time but I will write them, the more requests I get the more motivated I get to write more so please don’t be shy

Here are characters I will write for

Quanxi

Makima

Asa Mitaka

Quanxi’s girlfriends (Pingsti, Long, Cosmo, Tsugihagi)

Himeno

Kishibe

Aki

Denji

Power

Reze

Kobeni

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Any other character ig I don’t MIND writing about, but I don’t know them enough to write smt that could actually sound like something the character would say or do

Also I wanna try out some yandere reader stuff I’ve seen others do that,

#chainsaw man #chainsaw man x reader

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meowm30w180 · 1 year ago

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A Useless closet

The mysterious woman picks you up by the back of your shirt collar of your school uniform, lifting you to your feet. Your hitching breath still audibly noticeable as she dusts the slight dust off your thighs as if you're her personal property.

"...youre very obedient, aren’t you?".

"..h-huh..?"

"Be a good girl and behave yourself and stay here until I come back. if you run, I'll make sure to hunt you down.. Understand?"

____

when your friends are currently being butchered like mere insects, you cower inside an old junk closet silently praying to any god out there to hide your presence from whatever is out there causing this terror.

Sadly, God ignores your begs and somebody senses you inside the closet. Your heart pounds at the antagonizing slow sly steps striding your way as you await your fate.

Though what awaits you outside that door is nothing in your wildest dreams could have ever imagined...

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A useless closet

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School hours go by pretty fast when everything is so bland. It's the same every day, same classes, same people, same food, same routine, and you prefer to keep it simple that way.

Though, it's hard to stay simple when everyone is jumping up and down raving about the ChainsawMan church. Personally, you don't want any part in it. you like chainsaw man but you're not gonna bow down to the guy and praise him... that's like some cult stuff.

damn its almost 3:00pm its almost time to g-

"HEY Y/N!!"

you’re knocked out of your thoughts by the high-pitched voice of one of your not so fond of friends.

*God all she does it talk about chainsaw man can't she get the hint that I don't care?*

"Oh... hi Kohana. what do you want?

"Well like, me Saiko and Muri were wondering your opinions on Chainsaw Man??"

yea who would have guessed what she wanted was about chainsaw man...

"I mean I guess he's not that bad..."

"What are you even talking about OF COURSE hes not bad hes literally THE chainsaw man, anyways we wanted to bring you with us to join the ChainsawMan Church!!"

"no"

"wha-?"

"I'm not joining the ChainsawMan Church, don't they force you to marry some random guy??"

"Yea but only if it's a hot guy obv"

"..."

"COME ONNNN both Saiko and Muri are waiting outside for us lets hurry up and go already"

"Who said I'm joinin-"

*As you try to protest, she grabs your hand, practically dragging you out of your seat to join her and your other chainsaw man fanatic friends outside

you could have denied them anytime, with every step they took to the ChainsawMan Church you could have walked away anytime but you continued to walk with them. Maybe it's because they're the only people that give your life a little bit more spark, so everything isn't so boring every day. Or maybe it's because you simply do NOT want to lose your only friend group. Even if they are kind of annoying, at least you technically fit into somebody's life.

you rant on about why you're still walking with them and eventually arrive at the ChainsawMan Church.

unsurprisingly, its filled with a multiple of other people from your school and some random other teens your age, and of course you're among them as well.

Chatting about chainsaw man and mingling with the other chainsaw man fanatics, you find yourself wandering about the chainsaw man church alone. surprisingly decently empty, you expected for there to be at least more people around, but you find yourself alone on the 2nd floor, how did they manage to get this ENTIRE building to themselves??

man, its hella boring here, what do they even do all da-

SOMEBODY HELP U-

"What the hell?!"

screaming, the sounds of the people you just had small talk with, their screams ringing through the halls of the hallway you're in, is it a devil? isn't it their job to kill it? what the hell is going on??

AAUGG-

screams abruptly being cut off by something.

are they... are they dying??

aren't your friends out there?? why are you even asking that of course they are. what the hell is happening down there??

the screams continue and then continue to be cut off, and the reality of the situation is starting to sink in. Theres some shit going on down there, and you’re definitely not stupid enough to go down there and find out.

ducking into a dusty old junk closet to escape the messed-up horrors down there might just be the better option, even if you now cramped and uncomfortable in this tiny little room with a bunch of chainsaw man cutouts.

the halls no longer become empty as people run up the stairs scrambling into the halls from downstairs pushing each other around to get anywhere BUT the stairs.

the panic in their faces sends shivers down your spine.. this is defiantly getting to you..

you see Kohana among the crowd, about to open the closet to call her over, a swift movement brushes through the crowd, everyone goes silent.

you don't know what exactly happened but you lose the confidence to open the door, you back up into the chainsaw man cutouts..

not knowing what happened you sink into the corner your mind wandering all over the walls. but the liquid seeping under the door silences all your questions..

your heart practically stops as you see the crimson red leak under the door with the dim light making the horrific color glossen under the crack of the door,

your breath hitched and it feels like your being chocked by your own fear.. and the god awful silence is killing you. you've never been this scared in your entire life and your praying your fear doesn't make your weak "hiding spot" known

*Tap Tap Tap*

"..."

a slow sly pace striding over to the closet

you try to stop breathing, but the hitch in your breath is still there making it impossible to keep quiet entirely.

you feel like a bug being squashed under the pressure of a boot, should you run? that's out of the question, your too petrified to even move like you’re frozen in time. the steps getting closer and closer making your heart beat faster and faster enough to give you a heart attack and practically die before you even get the chance to see your soon to be killer, the one that will slaughter you without a second thought, *why are they taking their sweet time to kill me?? are they playing with me like pray??*

all you can do is curl into the corner and await your fate as the footsteps eventually stop, casting a shadow on the glossy liquid under the door making it dull.

you can't accept this fate, but theres absolutely nothing you can do but cower and silently cry and hic like a little baby...

*creeeek...*

"..."

why are they just standing there...?

the door opens, but your too busy cowering into your knees to look up and see, not that your confident to even look up at them anyways...

the unknown person finally moves forward towards you, tracking the liquid further into the room, the person pays no mind to it. positioning themselves in front of you reaching out their hand to grasp the back of your shirt collar of your uniform. lifting you to your feet with no struggle, lightly brushing the dust from your thigh and moving the hair from your face to see your puffy eyes and rosey tear stained cheeks as you hic in their grasp, giving not only them but you the slight view of looking at their face.

"look at me, sweetheart.."

is that...? is that a woman's voice...?

slowly looking up at the voice you lock eyes with the most beautiful woman you have ever met up close in person. firm jaw structure, silver silk hair, milky skin,.. *is this really my murderer?*

the sweet name she called you made your heart flutter, and then that sweet feeling turned into guilt for getting flustered from the person that killed over 50 students including your friends, your friends.. if she killed your friends what makes you so special, why are you of all people getting the special treatment...?

"youre very obedient, aren’t you.."

"...h-huh..?"

"be a good girl and stay here until I fetch you, don't run, I'll make sure to hunt you down, I will catch you..., understand?"

"..."

"answer"

*who does this woman think she is?? you think I'm just gonna listen to you after you butchered my friends and practically traumatize me?? Don't even fucking play with me you insane bitch.*

"...yes ma'am"

"good girl"

...I'm such a wimp...

*timeskip 30 mins later*

this is insane it feels like its been hours you've been cowering inside this closet, is that woman even coming back?? you don't even know her name, not like you care you just wanna go home... its not like you have any friends anymore anyways. this woman has the audacity to try to sweet talk you and order you around?? this is bullshi-

*tap tap tap*

*gulp*

*creeek*

the door opens, revealing the same woman as earlier, the same menacing aura illuminating from her lean body

"I assumed you ran, I was getting ready to go hunting. Good girl..."

she coos to you as she slowly strides to you and picks you up the same way she did earlier like a little ragdoll.

"..."

"hm.. what's your name, sweetheart?"

"...Y/N..."

"Hm"

The woman didn't say anything as she continued to inspect you, lightly brushing her slim fingers through your hair. You find yourself a little bit more comforted in this so far horrible day by the contact, but then remember who caused it.

This woman is too confusing to you, what does she even want with you..?

"What do you want with me..?"

"..."

"Do you want money?? I don't have any money just please let me go.. I swear on my life I won't tell anyone who you are just please let me go I'm begging you.."

"..."

Gripping the wrists that hold you up in the air, the woman sets you down allowing you to stand on your own. However with the dismay of getting your shoes sticky from the gruesome liquid that still invades the floor.

Her 6'1 body towering over you even more, she bends down and lowers her head to get a better view of your face.

"What I want?"

"Yes... tell me"

The woman lowers her gaze towards you and steps closer, you try to back away but a firm iron grip is placed on your shoulder, the other sets itself on her hip.

"I want you"

"What..?"

You don't understand, what is she getting at here,

"I want you, to be my woman"

"What are you talking about..?"

"I think you already know"

"..."

You can't help but wonder what her goal is, and why she picked you of all people, because you were cowering away in a closet and let your friends be butchered? The guilt is eating you alive and then this woman wants you to be hers? After what she's done to your friends? She's just some sick weirdo"

"What if.. I deny"

"This isn't a request, it's an order"

With saying that, she crouches down and scoops you up swinging you over her shoulder as if you weighed absolutely nothing, you slightly squirm in her grip too scared to do anything else.

The woman walks out of the closet and your greeted with a scene that you could have never been prepared for..

Bodies, upon bodies, upon bodies, of headless students that all from together to make a blood pool on the once hard wood floor of the building, the white on their uniforms are no longer visibl-

"..HRrgEh"

You feel like your about to throw up... your stomach drops to the lowest pit of your stomach as you see the gut wrenching head of Kohana, your friend.. lying decapitated in a pool of blood. You might have disliked her a little bit but you would never wish this upon her, or anybody, especially Kohana...

Your disgust is directed to the person your being held captive by and you soon start to pry yourself out of her grip, your not some obedient little wimp

The woman grips your thigh with a death grip, nails digging onto your thigh and tears threatening to break from yours eyes.

"Behave"

you start to silently cry, even though it doesn't sound too quiet, how could you be quiet in a situation like this.. the "quiet" cries progressively turn into ugly cries as you wish this was all a dream, the nails that dig into your thigh should have woken you like a pinch but your still here in this nightmare..

"weehhh.. pleasee *hic* just kill me *hic* already..."

You beg and sob uncontrollably in the grasp of the woman still walking through the bodies of the mangled corpses.. your vision blurred with tears and the last thing you see is the bloody footprints left behind on the floor as your carried away to an unknown destination.

__________

Guilty pleasure

__________

Ouch..

Groggily moaning, your eyes sore, you peak your eyes open from your slumber and stare up at the ceiling. Recalling the horrid things your brain imagined while you were sleeping, you wonder how your brain could have thought up something so bizarre...

"Fuck.. that was a messed up dream.."

You prepare to get up, to go wash up and getting ready for school...

"...?"

This isn't your room

"..what the fuck??"

You don't know how you didn't realize it before, maybe because you were half asleep but this is NOT your room, was your nightmare really not a nightmare..? Is Kohana really dead? And that woman?

That woman...

Is this her room? And did she strip you??

Standing in only bra and underwear, your mind racing with all the thoughts running through your head on the things she wants from you.. rape?, death?, god your so scared right now especially since your half naked and none of your cloths are in sight.

Feeling exposed (even if your alone) and defeated, you retreat back into the fluffy white blankets of the bed. now that your realizing it, it's really comfy.. squirming in the sheets like a cat, you feel slightly guilty feeling this much comfort in the sheets of a murderer

That murderer.. you almost forgot about her, who knows when she's gonna come back into the room. If she catches you up she might do something to you...

You shuffle out from the sheets and sit up on the bed, and notice the window over the bed frame. You eagerly crawl to it, finding your escape route. Only realizing after looking down 8 stories of floors of an apartment building down to the busy streets...

"Damn"

The hope slightly dies inside you, but you still have other options. You might be able to sneak out of here and run out the door. In order to that though... you need clothes. You would prefer your own clothes but that's out of the question, unless you somehow find them.

scavenging through the closet of the bedroom looking for something to cover up your lewd body. It doesn't help much, all of the cloths are bigger than you by far compared to your smaller frame, that woman practically towered over you in the close-

*tap* *tap* *tap*

"?!"

You hear the distant sound of footsteps approaching the door as your currently face first inside her closet wardrobe. as you scramble out shutting the door behind you, you dive into the bed where you were before you woke up. Maybe, hopefully if you pretend to sleep, then she'll leave you alone and you have more time to prepare your escape plan

Positioning yourself the way you awoke, she might not notice you were even awake. You’re not stupid.

You shut your eyes and pray she just walks out after seeing your still slumbering

*creeek*

"..."

The woman walks up to you without a sound and stands over your half naked body. lighting pushing the hair out of your face and presses her thumb on your bottom lip, ever so slightly spreading your lips apart from each other gently

What is she doing..?

The woman bends down, her lips glazing atop your lips, soon began touching. Closing the distance between you two as her soft lips lightly pressed against your own.

It felt like this moment lasted forever and before you knew it she was stepping away, leaving the room as silent as she came in, shutting the door behind her.

Your eyes shot open as soon as the door shuts, contemplating what the hell just happened.

Your stunned, you don't even have anything to say, it all happened so fast, too fast.

You sit up on the bed, your cut bangs falling back in your face as you began trying to shimmy of the be-

"Hey"

"!!?"

The woman, standing against the wall looking down at you with the door closed behind her.

Turns out, the woman shutting the door behind her, was actually shutting her self inside. standing next to the door, the woman probably figured your fake sleeping and decided to catch you in the act, and it worked... you never would have guessed a stunt being pulled like that, you never would have guessed the stunts she's been pulling all day.

You can imagine the face you made when you were caught red handed in your act, she probably knows what your up to as well, trying to leave.

You both stare at each other in patronizing silence until the white haired woman breaks the tension and walks back over to you, her eyes never breaking apart from yours

Your too scared to even breathe as you stare up at the woman, and now in a lightened room, your now able to peek out all of her features.

Jesus.. And shes practically a Greek God..

Her thin silver hair glistening in the sun beams passing through the window making it shine like silk. skin pale with the sun beams hitting her skin making it a warm milky tone, suiting her well. you can just imagine how smooth it must feel. Though, the sun beams never making contact with her dark dim eyes, err- "eye"..

a black eyepatch shields her right eye from view, you wonder what happened. Though the eyepatch makes her all the more more intriguing by the minute.

The thoughts surrounding this woman makes you forget the fact that your both still staring at each other, snapping back to reality once u feel her eyes cut into you.

You blush as you feel her slim fingers slip up your neck to gently cress your chin, tilting your head even more upwards,

"...mm-ma'am.."

The woman doesn't respond as you struggle to push your words out. you don't understand these feeling you have towards this woman, you don't even know what she wants with you let alone her name..

"Be my woman"

"M-Ma'am..?"

"I want you to be my woman"

"...ngh.."

You never been good at accepting confessions.. or at least you figured it wouldn't be as easy since nobody has ever done it to you. though, can this really be considered a confession...? And she's a woman, girls can't date girls can they?? How would that even work??

You don't know what to say, or at least you don't know what to say to not piss her off, considering what she did back at the church.

This is too much confrontation... it's like when your teacher asks you to partner up with the people you don't even know.. and you desperately try to come up with a reason to slip out of the class and show up at the end of the hour and miss the entire assignment.

Coming up with the excuse your most familiar with to get out of confrontation.. you push the words out of your mouth and hopefully it ends the tension between the two of you.

"...I-I have to use the bathroom"

"..."

"Come here"

"Huh-"

The woman swoops you into her arms and Carries you out the bedroom into a hallway, there isn't much scenery though at the end of the hall you catch some glimpses of some plants decorating the room they sit in, you would have never guessed a woman like her would be into keeping plants, it's cute...

the woman opens another door revealing a tidy bathroom, it's just your average bathroom. Bar of soap on the counter top next to the faucet, a toilet, a shower, typical bathroom necessities.

She places you onto the ground allowing you to stand by yourself, and also allowing the cold air around you to brush against your lewd body, making you cover yourself out of shame and embarrassment.. you almost forgot that you were practically nude due to her body heat from her carrying you keeping you warm, it was nice...

The woman must have noticed your reflexes as she begins to shut the door before sliding a couple words in before she leaves

"I took your clothes because there was blood on them, and now there stained. I'll give you one of my sweaters."

Finally shutting the door on her way out, you blush from the fact the you'd be wearing one of her clothing items..

Your sitting in the bathroom, though usually you have your phone. And since you don't, all your mind can do is think, think about your complex feeling towards that woman..

You feel hot, heat rising up to your face as you think about the way she bridal style carried you just now, how she threw you over her shoulders back at the church, how you want her to touch you again..

A woman you haven't even known for an hour just massacred a group of teens, and here you are sitting in her bathroom wishing for her touch again. Her strong lean figure that pressed against you.

It's too hot in this bathroom...

You walk out the bathroom, and notice the front door in the living room. This is an apartment complex, there's sure enough a neighbor across from this apartment. You could run to the neighbors and beg them for help as you explain how you been kidnapped by some lunatic.

Or at least, that could have happened. as you stand in the bedroom of your capture you spot the owner of the room sitting on the bed, gaze directing its way towards you as you enter.

"..."

"...it's hot"

You stand in place as you lightly pant and fan yourself, she watches you

You stare at her and silently beg to pull out some kind of fan, you both stare at each other until her eyes move downwards

You feel something wet run down your leg...

...

You now know why it's "hot"

You shy away and cover your legs, still silently whimpering, like a shameful dog.

The woman beckons you over to her, your too ashamed to move as the sticky fluid slowly gushes from your undergarments.

The woman stands and walked over too you as she grabs your chin and forces it upwards so to look at her only.

"Strip"

____________

Under pressure

____________

"Strip"

"H-huh..?"

The woman grips your shoulders in a dominating manner and glares at you with her dark eyes

"Strip down"

Your currently backed into a corner while dripping from your legs onto the maroon carpet as this woman is demanding that you embarrass yourself even more than you already are. your so embarrassed in fact, that you couldn't even bring yourself to answer with your voice, all you can do is look down and shake your head..

The woman, displeased, moves her hands from your shoulders around to your back. Unbuckling your bra

"?!"

You gasp as you hold your bra cups to your chest in attempt to prevent her from doing anything else.

"Move your hands for me"

"..."

Your hands sink to your side in defeat... you feel so humiliated as she continues to strip you out of your bra. Sliding the straps off of your shoulders as you start to slightly tear up. Your (sadly) small boobs spring out as she removes the bra cups from your boobs.

"Good girl"

The woman praises you as she tosses the bra onto the carpet, now feeling around to your small breasts. Kneading your boobs that barely fit in her palm, She pinches your nipples, making your nipples harden and now sensitive to the touch. The contact making your back slightly arch as little grunts threatening to escaping your lips

Giving one last squeeze to your breasts, slowly, her hands move down your waist to your hips. She crouches down and her face inches away from your clothed pussy

The wetness seeping through the fabric of your panties, as you shiver from the cold hands of the woman griping your hips. Until her thumb brushes your clit from the fabric, you jolt from the contact and squeeze your legs together.

"Ngh...!"

Your breath picks up from the sudden contact, panting as you look down at her. The woman looks up at you, catching you looking at her and now making eye contact. You immediately look up, avoiding eye contact.

Your thigh gap still exposing your crotch, the woman continues to tease your soaking pussy through your underwear. Rubbing her thumb on your clit through the wet fabric of your panties.

Two fingers pull down the front of your panties, peaking at the wet lips that you tried to avoid being seen to no avail. Her thumbs sneak under your pantie lining and began to pull down on them. Pulling down the fabric just enough for them to slide down your legs and pool around your ankles onto the floor.

You are now completely naked, and at the complete mercy of the white haired woman whose tongue is inching its way to your throbbing clit

Without warning, the woman wraps her lips around your sensitive clit, making a shameful moan you tried to cover with your lips

"MmmMmfp-!"

She edges your clit with her tongue, swiping her wet tongue across your soaked lips. Licking up every trace like a hound dog. She firmly holds your ass with her hands deepening her face further into you as she holds you in place

She pulls your ass further to her making your knees bend, you feel yourself about to give out as you balance yourself against the wall as she continues to suck away.

The more she fondles her tongue on your clit, the more you feel yourself spilling over the edge. You lightly buckle your hips forward into her face, she pulls back, licking her lips as she releases her hands from you ass that gripped to your flesh, leaving little nail marks

You wasn't able to cum since she stopped tongue playing your clit. but the way she hungrily stares you down, you think she has more plans of exploring you inside and out.

She stands up and swiftly grabs you by the waist and carries you back to the bed, still extra soak, your small boobs slightly jiggle from the sudden movement,

She then sits down on the bed, still clothed, and wraps her hands around your waist and pulls you to her

"Come here, pretty girl"

You blush and look down to where she wants you to sit. She rubs her knee, pulling your hips towards her as your slit glazes her kneecap.

You shyly sit yourself onto her thigh

Your arms squeeze her suit as support as she holds your back as her other hands moves towards your ass and rubs your cheek.

Now, straddling her thigh, Your already sensitive clit makes contact with the fabric of her suit pants, and you jolt from the contact.

You try to sit up to avoid the contact but was denied by the sudden hands on your hips shoving you even harder down onto her thigh, making you lightly moan out.

"Ngh!"

The woman moves your hips back and forth on your thighs, driving you crazy from all the pressure on your clit. Wet streaks covered the woman's thighs under you as you quiver from the contact of her cold hands forcefully rubbing you back and force against her. your little body vs. Her big strong hands are no match and all you can do is take it.

The heat starts to boil inside you and your dirty urges start to seep out from pure lust for more, roughly gripping at her shirt as your soft moans become more louder with each passing minute on her thigh, until the woman suddenly stops.

Though, you don't

Now, you yourself are rubbing your wet slit sloppily all over her thigh with eager pleasure, and the woman looks pleased. Looking down at you intensely as you bury your face into her chest.

"Good girl"

The woman moves your chin up to look up at her as you continue riding her thigh, and rubs your forehead in approval motions, praising you as your needy little pussy dirties up her thigh with your juices.

The woman brings your chin up higher as your pussy struggles to stay in touch with her thigh, she also lowers her head and your lips make contact. Her lips roughly taking yours into a deep kiss as she begins slipping her tongue into your mouth. Now tonguing each other, your tongues wrap around each other as you bounce up and down on her thigh. It's so hot, too hot..

The woman breaks the kiss and stares at you deeply

"Cum for me baby"

You begin riding faster, your riding becomes sloppy and more rough as your climax approaches. Now riding as fast as you can, you cum all over her thigh, as the liquids drowse her thigh dripping onto the carpet.

Your tired and sweaty to feel embarrassment and fall backwards, only before the woman catches you before you completely fall off her thigh.

Picking you up and laying you down onto the soft sheets. About to drowsy off, as you hear the sound of the unzipping of a pant fly and unbuttoning on cloths then hitting the ground in your half conscious state.

The woman opens her side drawer and rummages through it, pulling out something.

You hear the *click* sound and the rustling of something, before the woman crawls into the bed and hangs over you.

You too tired to react as she lifts your legs and spreads them apart, laying them to the side of her hips. You never would have expected what she pulled out of that drawer was, until she inserted the tip inside of you, your eyes shoot open to see the identity of the foreign object.

"WA?"

A big, black dildo strapped to the now naked woman is slowly inserting itself into your pussy

"W-wait! Slower! It's too big!"

"You'll fit"

The dildo continues pushing its way inside you as it stops, now gently pumping in and out of your slot.

"Ngh mmffma'am.. gentle.." you pled

You being too dry is no issue, due to you already dripping all over the place, your hole happily obliges to the strap on pumping in and out your needy pussy.

The woman continues to pump the strap on in and out of you eventually increasing the pace of the movement making you pant and breathless, it's hot, and hard to breathe from how much our panting and moaning.

"Ungh, uck, *hic* nghh-ma'am!"

"Breathe baby"

The woman cups your cheeks as she continues to fuck your tight pussy as you both stare into each others eyes,

"Can you take it all for me baby? Hm? Can you go deeper?"

"Y-yes mmmma'amm, ngh, I can take it ms.."

"Good girl, you can take it"

The woman plunged deeper inside you, sinking into your hole as your pussy takes it in with no problem

"Ngh! A- S-Slow down!"

The woman rams into you at a merciless pace, as the sound of wet gushing sounds and your loud guilty moans fill the room

Your brain feels like it's starting to melt as you try to drift away from reality as your head tilts back. But rough hands grasp hold of your head, forcing your to look back at her

"Look at me, pretty girl"

You comply, looking at her with pleading eyes, eyes pleading for more as she rams into you at a sloppy pace as you feel yourself spilling over the edge

"Cum for me sweetheart"

Your eyes roll to the back of your head. Not without the loudest shameful moan you had let out as you hit your climax and cum, messing the bed in your wetness

"Huugghh.. hugh.. hughh.."

"Pretty girl, you did so well"

She strokes your hair, pushing it out of your face, u feel fuzzy. But too tired to care.

She rustles around the room, cleaning up the toys, cleaning up blankets, and came back with a towel to clean up your messy legs, spreading them apart and gently rubbing it over your pampered slot. Then throwing it onto the floor while still keeping her eye set onto you. The only thing on her mind is you

Even tho she didn't get too much action on her own body, your pleasure is her pleasure. Seeing you look up at her embarrassed and lustful for only her turns her on like nothing else

"Ngh.."

The woman, still naked, climbs into bed and wraps her arm around you in a sort of head lock position, but a gentle one, while another pulls you closer as she spoons your limp body.

"Mmh, miss..?" You say, sloppily, drooling from the need to sleep

"Hm"

"Whats.. what's your name..?"

...

"Quanxi"

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First writing😭 hope it’s good

#quanxi x reader #quanxi #chainsaw man #chainsaw man x reader

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