#and aki says “i'll take it”

[monsieuroverlord]

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Written by Benjamin Percy and Victor Lavalle

Art by Cory Smith

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[meownotgood]

Aki Hayakawa cleans your ears ASMR (sub)

[askthealternateakis]

You said you have shipping here. Where are the ships ? (•^•)

Well, that technically isn’t true at the moment. What I meant when I said that is there’s a possibility that ships may show up in the future. Some of the Akis have a crush on Ashley like Canon!Aki (like Stravinsky and the Chemistry Man Aki), some of them are more romantically inclined towards Chaotique (like the Blasto Woman Aki and the Elec Man Aki), and some are interested in neither (like Stellan or the Cut Man Aki). I feel like it’d be boring if they all had the exact same romantic interests, so I wanted to keep things interesting.

Though admittedly, I do have a few Robot Master ships that cause a few of the Alternate Akis to see each other as siblings. Examples of these include Ember and Brooke, Stellan and Canon!Aki, Stravinsky and the Air Man Aki, and potentially even the Guts Man Aki and the Cut Man Aki. I’ve also got a running gag where the Blasto Woman Aki is Mega Mini’s ‘illegitimate’ son and a friend of mine got me to start considering having the Guts Man Aki see Sgt. Night as a secondary father figure (it’s a long story).

I’m also open to people shipping them with whoever they want (provided it’s not inc*st or p*dophilia or making NSFW content of them as they’re literal minors). Again, this is supposed to be a relatively open concept and I want everyone in the fandom to feel welcome (provided you’re not freaks, of course), so feel free to have fun and get creative, and make sure to tag me if you make any fanart/fanfics!

[harunayuuka2060]

Note: I have decided to re-write Unveil for you to have a better understanding of the story.

Female Protagonist: Yuurin (as you know who's in male disguise)

Yuurin's mother: The invitation to Night Raven College has arrived.

Yuurin's mother: You did well, Yuurin.

Yuurin: Thank you, mother.

Yuurin's father: I expect that you will do perfectly on your studies like you always do.

Yuurin's father: Do you understand, Yuurin?

Yuurin: Yes, father.

Yuurin's mother: Oh! And Yuurin-dear, don't forget to take your medications.

Yuurin: Yes, mother. *then turns to walk away*

Yuurin's mother: Ah... Look at our son, honey. Time flies really fast.

Yuurin's father: *nods in agreement*

Yuurin's father: We have raised him well.

Yuurin: *knocks on her brother's door*

*A servant opens the door.*

The servant: Welcome, Master Yuurin.

Yuurin: Is my sister awake?

The servant: Yes, master. Please come in.

Yuurin: *walks in*

Akane/Akihiro: *looking out the window of his room*

The servant: I shall take my leave. *bows respectfully; closing the door as she exits*

Akihiro: Congratulations, Yuu. *turns his head to smile at her*

Yuurin: Thank you, Aki.

Akihiro: Hm? What's wrong? You don't sound happy.

Yuurin: *approaches his bed* *then sits next to him*

Yuurin: I wished you had been chosen instead.

Akihiro: That can't happen.

Yuurin: But Aki... it was your chance to escape here and be you.

Akihiro: *smiles* You think so?

Akihiro: I'm sure our mother will try to stop that.

Yuurin: ...

Akihiro: Cheer up, Yuu. *chuckles softly*

Yuurin: ...

Akihiro: ...

Akihiro: Ah. Before I forget, there's something I would like to give you.

Yuurin: Huh?

Akihiro: *pulls out a small rectangular box* Here.

Yuurin: ...

Akihiro: Open it.

Yuurin: *opens the box* Oh.

Akihiro: It's beautiful, isn't it?

Yuurin: *smiles* It looks great, Aki.

Akihiro: It's not forbidden for you to wear a necklace. Though I wished I could give you something more feminine, but I didn't want to get you in trouble.

Yuurin: Thank you for this, Aki.

Akihiro: *goes to pat her head gently*

Akihiro: Always be safe, Yuu.

Yuurin: ...

Yuurin: I'll do my best, Aki.

Yuurin: Someday, I will get you out of here.

Akihiro: *smiles gently* Hm.

Yuurin: *subtly observing the students*

Yuurin: This place isn't any different from the previous schools I've been.

Crowley: Yuurin, the Dark Mirror will show you the dorm that you'll be in. *smiles* Good luck.

Yuurin: *approaches the Dark Mirror*

The Dark Mirror: Yuurin... SAVANACLAW.

The Savanaclaw students: *seem to be confused and restless*

Leona: ...

Ruggie: That student—

Leona: Shh. Don't say anything.

The Savanaclaw students: *all agreed to their housewarden*

Yuurin: *has arrived to Savanaclaw dorm*

Leona: You guys continue with your practice. I'll just talk to this newbie.

The Savanaclaw students: Yes, housewarden! *then immediately leaves them alone*

Leona: ...

Yuurin: ...

Leona: I know you've heard from the Orientation that it's my duty as a housewarden to tell you what will be your life here.

Yuurin: Yes.

Leona: ...

Leona: You have the masculine built and your voice sounds masculine too.

Yuurin: ...

Yuurin: What are you trying to say?

Leona: I'm sure Night Raven College isn't co-ed.

Leona: Lady, why are you pretending to be a man?

Yuurin: ...

Yuurin: *her expression turned serious* How did you—

Leona: Most of us here are beastmen. We knew you are a girl the moment you walked in.

Leona: Besides, those eyes can't lie.

Yuurin: Are you playing with me, housewarden?

Leona: Are you going to say that I'm wrong?

Yuurin: ...

Leona: Well, of course, if you see yourself as a man, we'll respect that.

Yuurin: ...

Leona: ...

Leona: *sigh* Your secret is safe with us. Though I'm going to ask you one thing.

Yuurin: ...

Yuurin: What is it?

Leona: In my dorm, you're free to be who you are.

Yuurin: !!!

Yuurin: ...

Leona: In my dorm, you're free to be who you are.

Yuurin: ...

Yuurin: *turns on her phone and sure enough, the text messages of her parents*

Yuurin's mother — Which dorm are you in, Yuurin? I hope it's not Pomefiore or Heartslabyul.

Yuurin — It's Savanaclaw.

Yuurin's mother — That's perfect! I've always known you belong among the strongest! Always do your best, okay?

Yuurin: ...

Yuurin's father — Congratulations again, son. You always make me proud.

Yuurin: ...

Yuurin: *decides to message her brother*

Yuurin — Aki... I got into Savanaclaw.

Akihiro — (⁠ ⁠ꈍ⁠ᴗ⁠ꈍ⁠)

Akihiro — Looks like my other wish came true.

Yuurin: ...

[brayneworms]

i'll fetch you anything you like.

featuring. aki hayakawa x gn!reader

content. MDNI, smut, riding, begging, crying, smoking, light masochism, burning (reader puts a cigarette out on aki), mild codependency, pet names (loverboy, darling), gender neutral reader, agab not mentioned, sub!aki + dom!reader, a little angst, pining, kissing, vague love confessions.

word count. 3.2k

synopsis. aki's smoking is a nasty habit, but you're certain you can get him to quit. also, aki pines.

notes. minors don’t interact. anyways how’s this for a first post ( totally normal abt aki hayakawa )

Aki Hayakawa is an orphan in every sense of the word.

Literally being the one most people associate him with, but—Aki comes to a realisation when he's maybe thirteen or fourteen that the word runs deeper than that. It's not as if your entire life is defined by your relationship with your parents, after all; even people who have ones that are alive become something other than offspring in their life. Husband, brother, uncle, father. But orphan sticks, no matter how many people you fill your life up with to replace the parents you lost. Aki thinks there is something in the word that rings of loneliness; he could father a hundred children, become grandfather to two hundred more, gain friends and a partner, and still he would be Aki Hayakawa, orphan.

Alone.

"That's a bad habit."

Aki's fingers don't pause in their ministrations, thumb pressing down on the jut of the lighter as it zips to life. The cherry of his menthol cigarette glows in the blue-dark of the office. The sky outside the thin window is pale with the gloaming, and he breathes a haze of gritty smoke over it, sullying the view.

You've made yourself at home on his desk, legs swinging leisurely. You must be cold in only his work-shirt and boxers that cling to your hips and thighs. You watch him passively, head cocked.

"One of my least dangerous ones," he intones, which is true enough for a man who has three years to live at most.

"Oh? What tops the list?"

Aki eyes you serenely. "I dunno if you've heard, but I work for this place called the Public Safety Division."

Your laughter breaks the delicate quiet like a flock of birds taking off from a tree. "Put it out. I hate the smell."

Aki's dark brows crinkle. "I'm not wasting a perfectly good cigarette. If it bothers you so much, eat it."

"Eat it? You freak."

"At least then someone's getting something out of it."

You hop from the desk, yawning. In the dim light that is starting to grow just a little brighter, Aki can see the beginnings of bruises on your throat and collarbone, vanishing in an ugly rainbow trail down to the hastily-down buttons of his work shirt. Your socked feet pad along the threadbare carpet on your way over to him, and Aki inhales deeply. Maybe if there's enough smoke in his lungs it will encourage him not to breathe; that way, he won't do that god-forsaken embarrassing thing he does when you get close. His heart stutters, and it makes his breath hitch audibly. The worst part is you seemed to be goddamn attuned to it—there seems to be little you like more than knowing you have an effect on him.

Aki doesn't stop you when your fingers come up to encircle his cigarette, brushing his as you pluck it gently from between his lips. He hates that even the smallest kiss of your skin against his still sends liquid lightning zipping through him, like he's that seventeen-year-old he was when he met you, the one full of spite and anger who hadn't been held since his mother died.

You pull the cigarette away, still lit; the butt glows red and angry between your delicate hold, gleams in the reflection of your eyes. When Aki meets them, he feels his mouth go dry; your pupils are large and black, engulfing iris, barely blinking as you look up at him.

"Bet I can make you quit," you say.

Aki snorts. "Better men than you have tried."

"Anything can be unlearned," you counter smoothly. "All bad habits go away with a little punishment."

Aki feels his heartbeat quicken, tries not to let the way that one word sets his blood alight show on his face. "Hm," he says noncommittally, but frustratingly, he doesn't think he's fooled you for a second.

Your serene smile curved into something sharp as easily as breathing. "Gimme your hand."

And Aki does, though he knows where this is going. You turn his hand over gently at the wrist, leaving it palm-up, fingers splayed in your grip. You hold him so gently it makes him shiver. Carefully, slowly—Aki thinks, giving him much time to pull away—you raise the burning end of the cigarette and plant it in the centre of his pale palm, a stinging kiss. Aki hisses, grits his teeth, but dutifully doesn't move even as his hand twitches involuntarily at the contact. Just as tears start to needle at his eyes, you twist the butt and pull away, leaving a shallow pool of grey ash, a black soot mark, and a stinging red welt like a patch of burning leaves.

His eyes are glued to the masterpiece you've made of his boring skin. The burn throbs unpleasantly, but something low and hot has come alive in his abdomen at the lingering kiss of pain. It satiates something inside him just smoking the thing could never hope to touch. He likes the futility of feeding himself his own death, sure—makes him feel like he has marginally more control over it, despite what the Curse Devil might have to say about it. This sort of pain is different; it goes straight for the gullet, and it makes it all the more sweet that it's you doing it.

A stupid, lonely part of Aki—orphan—wants to believe you're doing this because you care for him. Because you want him to live as long as possible. The grown, cynical man he supposes he's become thinks you must be just as fucked up as he is. It doesn't really matter either way; Aki's loved you for years, and he's astonished he's even gotten this far with you, and he'll take anything you deign to give him, pleasure or pain because it's all sort of the same to him anyway.

You unscrew a bottle of drinking water and hold it over your discarded blazer, soaking the lapel before pressing it to the burn. Aki grunts, eyebrows knitting up as a strange cocktail of relief and pain throbs slowly through his body. Your hands holds the wet fabric over his one, like a ribcage encasing a beating heart. Oh, Aki would let you hold his heart in your hands, and who cares what you decided to do with it? It's hardly his business; it belongs to you anyway.

He leans in to kiss you, gets close enough to brush his lips against yours and feel his pupils dilate before you turn your head, ducking. Aki feels his heart stutter anxiously as you turn your serene face up to him.

"Hate the taste," you say.

Aki frowns. "I barely smoked it for thirty seconds."

"It lingers."

Aki isn't stupid; this is part of the punishment. And the goddamn annoying part is that it's working. Even as you take his other hand to hold the soaking blazer against his burn and turn away, every fibre in his body wants to stop you. Turn you back around, pin you against the wall, swallow any complaints with his lips. He wants to make you melt against him, wants to melt himself under you in that way you always manage to do to him. He likes feeling like he doesn't have to think with you; just await whatever comes next, pain or pleasure, and he'll take it because it's you.

But Aki doesn't move. He's not a problem dog. He stands quietly and nurses his burn, tracking you with his eyes as you re-dress yourself, his shirt tucked into your slacks, tie wound through the collar, work boots laced up to the ankle.

"I gotta run home and shower," you say, tugging your blazer on. "I'll see you back here in, like, an hour."

Aki nods. "Okay."

The grin you flash him is little more than poisonous; it makes it heart skip a beat. "How's your burn?"

He swallows around a dry throat, holding your stare with a touch of timidity. "What burn?"

Delight shivers over your expression like wind ruffling a field of grass, and you stride the length of the cramped office and kiss him. Aki grunts, rendered thoughtless the moment your mouth touches his, your hands in his collar and his hair; his hands go slack, blazer fluttering to the ground, and the welt on his palm stings horribly when his hands come up to latch around your shoulders and neck. He pulls you closer, a little frantic, and he has barely a moment to reflect on how worrying it is that he's this desperate for your touch after being denied only once, but before he can think to dwell on it you're parting your lips and he's tugged your body flush against his own. He's so close he could drown in you. For a moment, he wants to.

Far too soon, you pull away. You're delighted. "Good," you murmur, and he hates how his heart leaps into his throat. "You're so good, Aki."

His face is on fire. "I'm not a dog," he manages.

"Sure you are," you say matter-of-factly. "And I'm Pavlov. I'll break that nasty habit of yours if it's the last thing I do. Give you something else to focus on. Okay?"

Aki licks his dry lips. "You can try," he says hoarsely, hoping it doesn't sound as much like an invitation as he thinks it does. The impish smile you give him implies he's shit out of luck.

Aki is in hell.

He knows this, because every time the two of you have hooked up since your little conversation in his office, he hasn't been allowed to kiss you if you detect even a whiff of smoke on his breath. It's killing him a little, to be honest. Fucking without kissing just feels wrong. It makes him forget it's you, sometimes, his vision of you sliding out of focus 'till you could be just anyone. And Aki doesn't fuck just anyone. He fucks people he loves.

He loves you. But he can't have you. And he can't even kiss you so he can pretend he has you, if only for a minute. It's just fucking, a tumble of sweating limbs and gasps and grunts, of a thrilling cocktail of pleasure and pain and almost-confessions bitten back at the last second, hidden in the crook of your neck.

Your shitty wooden headboard creaks into the shitty thin bedroom wall, and Aki spends a moment in lucidity to send a silent apology to your neighbours. One arm braces against the wood, flexing with every fast jerk of his hips, and you're under him, eyes clenched shut and meeting his thrusts in a way that has Aki wondering why anyone could think being on top had to mean being in control. He's oiled to your machine, matching the rhythm of your hips and trying not to drown as your back arches up from the sweat-damp sheets, stomach curving into his, one arm holding fast around his neck.

You feel so good he could cry. Not that that would be an irregular occurrence, or anything—he'd practically sobbed the first time you fucked, and back then you'd been all fluttering concern, stopping even though he tried to sputter please, Christ, don't stop, I'll die if you stop, please. He supposes you're kind, in your own way. You'd stroked away his tears and kissed his damp face.

"Aki," you groan, bringing him forcefully back to the present; his dark bangs dangle in his eyes as he looks down at you, mouth agape and head cloudy. "Wh-what's got you so wound up?"

As if you don't know. Aki grits his teeth.

Your hand makes patterns on the damp nape of his neck as his rolling hips slow, as he breathes deep to try and regain a semblance of his dignity. "Loverboooy," you croon up at him, your free hand gripping at the junction between his hip and thigh. Aki grimaces; he hates that nickname. "Talk to me."

Aki glares at you. "You know—I want—you know. St-stop it."

He whimpers somewhere high in his throat as your body tightens around him, free hand coming up to scrub down his face. "D-don't!"

"Sorry, sorry," you laugh. "I'm sorry. Why don't you tell me what you want? Maybe I'm feeling nice."

It feels like a trap, like luring his feelings into the light just to snap a bear trap over them. But Aki wants, he yearns so deeply and desperately that he's just about willing to risk it. "Want to kiss you."

Your eyes gleam. "Do you?" you ask, as if this is news to you.

His arms shake. "Please."

God, he's pathetic. He's so used to being in control, to tailoring every facet of his life meticulously, grooming and tidying and cleaning. He knows the exact amount of calories he should eat per day. He puts his shoes on a rack so he never tracks mud onto the tatami mats. His shower utensils are organised in the order he uses them—shampoo, conditioner, face-wash, scented gel. He likes being in control. He thinks, anyway. You make him reevaluate. You make him reevaluate an awful lot.

You toss your head back against the pillows; you have the audacity to laugh. "Saw you smoking earlier," you tell him, and Aki's stomach goes cold. "Mm... full pack, too. A new one? When'd you buy that."

"Th-that was hours ago." And it's true; when Aki learns you're coming over, he puts his cigarettes in a locked draw and puts the key somewhere difficult to reach. "It won't still taste. I've eaten. I brushed my teeth."

That's just good manners.

"It's the principle of the thing, loverboy," you say, and your hand comes up to his chest and rolls him over. Aki gapes, whining at the loss of contact only to choke on his own voice as you sling a leg over his hips and slide him back into you. Your nails scrape red railroads down the pale skin of his sternum at the stretch, and Aki watches, mesmerised as you start to move, the flex of the muscles in your thighs, the vein bulging in your throat as you toss your head back. He wants to be all over you, a hand on your neck feeling your pulse go berserk for him, his teeth in your skin as proof he was there, nose buried in your hair, dirty and rough and the exact opposite of the way he usually wants you. That is—soft and kind, romantic, slow and heady as syrup.

He wants kisses that taste like tears, whispered confessions into bedsheets. He wants, painfully, the constant assurance he can never ask for. I love you. I love you. Oh, Aki, I love you.

"Kiss me," he gasps instead, writhing against the bedsheets, head thrown back at the brutal pace you set him. He's so close, teeth gritting and muscles locking up but without a kiss it feels cold and incomplete. "Please, please, kiss me, please—"

"You're a brat, Aki," you hiss, and Aki's heart twitches in his chest; he can hear his pulse in his skull. "You ignore the one rule I gave you, and you still think you get to ask for what you want?"

"It's a bullshit rule," he snaps. "I—I can't just, hah, I can't j-just turn it, off, oh, fuck—"

"You okay?" you ask in a fleeting moment of mercy. Aki's eyebrows knit up. "Am I—is it too much?"

Aki shakes his head. "I'm okay," he mumbles pitifully. "I'm close."

"I know, darling," you murmur. "It's okay. I'm gonna give you what you want. And you're gonna give me what I want. Deal?"

"I—I..." Aki chews the inside of his cheek till copper floods his mouth. "I'll try? I'll try, I swear."

You still for a moment. "You mean that?"

Aki nods frantically. "Yes, I—if that's what you want, anything, anything you want, please..."

The beam that breaks out on your face is a million watts. "Aki," you breathe, and finally you lean forward 'till your chest brushes his. Aki can't breathe, transfixed by every swoop of your eyelash and chap in your lip as you lean close. When you speak, you're so close that your lips brush his, and he has to keep every muscle taut to stop himself leaning forward and closing the gap. "Aki, I want you to live a long, happy life. You get that, right? Why I'm doing this?"

He feels his stomach flip, can barely comprehend the words through his dazed mind. His glazed eyes follow you, thunderstruck. "What—what d'you mean?"

"I care about you," you murmur. "I want you to live as long as possible. Want you to stick around with me."

With you? It's a wonder his heart doesn't explode. For a fleeting moment, there exists a future beyond the Gun Fiend, beyond Denji and Power and Nyako, one where he can love you freely. Tears needle at his eyes. It all seems so impossible.

Aki forgets himself, surges up to capture your mouth, but you turn at the last second, planting a kiss to his cheek before focusing on his jaw, his ear, capturing the lobe between your teeth and sucking gently as your hips resume their rhythm. You're faster now, gasping for breath, Aki's hands sliding over the skin of your hips and torso for a lifeline. You tongue at the cords in his neck, the shell of his ear and the sensitive divot just underneath till he's squirming.

Your hands are everywhere—scraping nails across his twitching abdomen, running up the valley between his pecs, tweaking a nipple and pulling. And Aki groans and gasps, every hint of pain from your lovely hands sending him rocketing closer towards the edge. Tears bead at his lashline.

"'M close," he gasps again.

"That's okay, loverboy," you say sweetly, words buzzing against the skin of his throat, and Aki shudders, arching impossibly closer to you. He can feel every nerve in his body sawed open and set alight, impossibly sensitive, boiling with love, and as he comes he buries his face into the crook of your neck with a hoarse cry. Two lone tears streak down his flushed cheeks.

You're not far behind, and Aki wouldn't dream of pulling out, so he squirms and gasps and whines with the prickling of overstimulation as you chase your own high. "Sorry—fuck—you okay?"

"I'm, I'm good," Aki whines. He cracks one steely blue eye open. It stands out against his red skin; he's so flushed as to look sunburnt.

"'M almost, fuck, almost there. Hang on for me?"

Aki raises shaking hands to grip your hips in answer. You laugh between pants, baring down at him.

"That's my boy."

You don't kiss him when you finish, but it's alright. You flop down beside him, taking in deep lungfuls of air, nuzzling your lips to the salt-sweat cooling on his chest. Usually, round about now, Aki would roll to reach his bedside cabinet where his open pack of cigs lay in wait. The lighter is right beside him, open and tempting. He can almost hear the flick of it, the zip of the flame bursting to life, the sizzle of the cherry scorching beneath that controlled flame. The grit of smoke in his mouth and down his throat, emptying his lungs of fresh air.

The pack goes untouched. Aki winds an arm around your shoulders and holds you close, your cheek against his thudding heart.

You don’t kiss him, but it’s alright.

Aki’s not a problem dog.

He's going to earn it.

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[mitsies]

❊ ikea kitchenettes & everything in between - aki hayakawa . . aki's going to break your new oven before you get a chance to use it.

warnings: very suggestive because let's bffr that's what we all want

men are too proud for their own good, you think. and to your misfortune, your fiancé is no exception.

beep. beep. beep.

the sound of buttons being furiously smashed picks up, to the point where you can hear it from beyond the shiny new kitchen island. it's a new apartment, full of shiny new appliances, which clearly are causing the love of your life a fair amount of strife.

from your position slouched onto the pillows on the floor (a substitute for a couch, before yours comes in) you can see silky black hair, a little bit creased by the hair tie that usually holds it in place, and hands carding through dark locks in frustration. you have to bite your lip to hold back a smile.

"everything good back there, aki?"

at your voice, his full face pops out from above the kitchen island. amber kitchen light shines dimly from bulbs yet to be replaced. he looks disgruntled, to say the least. you can't hide your amused expression when he states, "i think the oven is broken."

"but it's brand new?"

he sighs and places his hands on his hips. "they must've given us a defective one."

you're more than skeptical. he's more than certain. with a sigh, you rise from your seat on the make-shift couch and walk to the opposite side of the kitchen island, leaning over it to see what he was doing. a tray of vegetables sits on the middle rack of an unlit oven, and the screen on the side reads blank.

"it's fine. i'll figure something out; finish your reports," he says, watching as you come over to the oven's side and bend to check it out. you turn to him. "no, don't worry. this won't take long."

it's with great amusement that you press the big, obvious, glowing white 'power' button on the side of the oven's interface which illuminates the inside and turns it on. and it's with even greater amusement that you watch aki's face go so, so sour, as if he's just taken a bite of the biggest lemon set to be roasted on the tray.

"yeah," you muse, standing back up, "i think it's broken too."

you can't help the laughter that escapes your throat at his expression. you allow yourself to lean into his side as his eyes are narrowed and fixed onto the fully functional oven. wordlessly, his arm moves to accommodate you with an arm loosely draped around your waist. a natural reflex, at this point.

"i'm sure you'd have figured it out eventually." aki finally looks at you, breath ghosting your forehead.

"mhm. you knew all along. do you enjoy messing with me? watching me struggle?"

"what— hey!"

it's weird, to think about how a little over a year ago, you'd never even considered being here, in this position. if you told past-you that only six seasons in the future, you and your work crush would be a couple, living in a new apartment, with a new oven, and a kitchen so empty but somehow so, so full of love, you'd never believe it. if someone told you that the aki hayakawa would be comfortable enough to hold you so close, to plant a ginger kiss on your forehead like he's doing now, to joke around with you, to smile with all his teeth around you, you would laugh.

but that was then, and this is now. and this— this is real.

his lips are warm, if a little chapped, as they plant a gentle kiss to your forehead. his hold on your waist tightens, just a little, but enough to make you wish your bed was fully assembled. what you do have, though...

you beam at him. "how long will those vegetables take?"

he glances at the oven. "root vegetables'll take maybe 25 minutes. why?"

your smile gets bigger. "that's enough time for me."

"time for what?"

you don't answer, opting to take his hand and pull him to the empty space outside the kitchen that should be a living room. well, empty save for a stack of papers and a set of very big, very soft pillows.

his face goes red. "no. you have paperwork to do. i have dinner to make."

but his grip on your hand tightens. and you know him well enough to be able to tell that he's hiding a tiny little smile.

"it's our apartment. our rules. and i want you to kiss me."

men are too proud for their own good. and even though aki is no exception, you find that his resolve is easily destroyed— only when it comes to you.

flowers chosen: sunflowers (small and tall) & yarrow . . adoration, haughtiness, and everlasting love

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[loveiwaizumis]

skater!suna rintarou . . <3

-> purely sfw, NOT proofread -> reader is female and has a younger brother -> younger brother's name will be aki hehe -> highschool setting, third year suna who's a bit bold mwehehe -> more of a conversational kinda thing than an hc kinda thing err.. skater!suna who laid his eyes on dear (y/n) when the poor girl frantically entered the skate park in search of her younger brother skater!suna who took it as a sign from the universe when the little him who had approached him earlier on asking to hang out turned out to be your younger brother. he thought it was cute how you scolded your younger brother for not being home on time. skater!suna who was a bit saddened when you thanked him and took your leave alongside your brother, hiding his disappointment with a short mumble of "no worries, he's a fun student. i wouldn't mind repeating this." skater!suna who had a smile instantly painted on his face as he saw the same cute (h/c) girl enter the skate park alongside a familiar young boy the following week. and just to make matters worse, or better, for suna, you approached him with similar joy written on your face. --- (y/n) "hey there! i hope i'm not a bother but aki was so happy about last time, he wouldn't shut up so here we are again.. er.. do you mind?" the girl mumbled, a bit ashamed to be making requests to a total stranger. a cute one at that! "not a problem at all, this little fella was fun to teach." suna smiled, turning to the little boy. "i'll take care of 'em for ya, miss.....?" (y/n) "l/n y/n! you can call me y/n, but please don't call me miss.. and you are?" she chuckled. "suna rintarou." (y/n) "thanks, suna! i'll be over there if you need me, we have an hour." --- (aki) "i see the way you look at my older sister, you would make a great older brother!" the younger boy remarked towards the older male. "haha, you're funny kid. don't say that around her though, okay?" suna said, patting the kid's back. (aki) "okay fine! but before we end, can you please teach my sister how to skate? pretty please!!" aki practically begged. "not so sure, she'll let me but if you can convince 'er then why not?" suna said shyly, though very subtly. and that's how (y/n) ended up just like this, holding onto his broad shoulders for support, with his large hands enveloping her frame. (y/n) "suna rintarou, you better not let go of me or i'm taking aki and we're never coming back here." "i won't let go if you give me your number after this.." (y/n) "as if i wasn't going to anyway..!" "i've got you, relax pretty."

---- @loveiwaizumis 2024 please do not repost, translate, copy. reblogs and likes appreciated <3 not my proudest work lol

[unluckiestmember]

Makima x Innocent! Reader

Characters: Makima, Kishibe (Mentioned)

Tags: Fluff, Developing/Established Relationship, Soft! Makima, dogs, worrying, Kishibe being Kishibe, denial of feelings and misunderstandings.

Warnings: Spoiler Warning for the International Assassins Arc and the Gun Devil Arc. SFW.

A/N: Soft Makima = Best Makima?

SFW

Makima is a controller. For her it is either her way or no way. And if you dare to defy her, she will be the last thing you ever see. 

She treats everyone like they are her dogs, toys and pawns in a larger game to win…

But not you. No, she treats you like an angel.

After missions and days at work, she will take you out to relax. No ifs ands or buts.

Gives you the best massages.

Isn't a fan of PDA. But if she feels threatened, she will grab you and show everyone who you belong to.

She won't force anything onto you unless important. She knows how timid you can be when making decisions.

She has no problem explaining to you her missions and tactics, though she will sugar coat some moments for your "safety".

Her dogs love you. They literally run in your direction when you go to Makima's home and just jump on you.

Yes, Makima is a little jealous of it.

Watches any movie you want to watch, good or bad.

If it's a horror movie, she'll hold your hand the entire time. And if there's a jumpscare, she'll hold you when you jump.

Loves when you get easily flustered but wont show it.

She'll literally stare at you with a small smile and quietly be in delight at your timid state.

Will ask about your day, which is something she doesn't do for ANYONE.

If you want a sleepover, Makima will do the whole nine yards. Endless snacks, a batch of good movies, bad movies and a bunch of blankets.

She only has ONE rule; Don't speak of what you two do outside of work to coworkers. You're her little secret. No one can have you but her. Not to mention she has a reputation to keep.

Will ask Kishibe, yes, Kishibe of all people, advice on how to care more and be better for you.

Will also ask how to tread lightly around you as to not scare you away. But will never admit it or say it out loud.

Say her eyes are beautiful or pretty. She'll melt just laugh and call you cute. Maybe even kiss you on the cheek.

In-Story (Spoilers Ahead)

When Makima fell for you, she thought she was sick.

So sick that she took a few days off of work to wonder what was happening to her.

She asked her higher ups and even Kishibe what was wrong in subtle ways.

They all concluded; she wasn't sick. She was in love.

But she didn't want to be. No, she wanted to just focus on Chainsaw Man and Denji! You were ruining her plans! You had to go.

So why couldn't she kill you?

She just couldn't kill you…

Though she continued to think her attraction to you was unnatural, she soon asked you out.

Say yes. Makima doesn't show it, but she wants you to accept her confession.

Though your relationship is not displayed around your co-workers, they know something is going on between you two.

They all think the same thing; "Good for her." "I'm happy for them." "She's dating someone? I thought she was just a scary emotionless woman!" "Lucky!"

Makima doesn't worry about anything.

So she's surprised she worries about you so much.

After your encounter with the Darkness Devil in hell, Makima was her usual quiet and mysterious self.

But Kishibe informs you she was worried sick when she found you.

And don't even get him started on how she was during the return of the Gun Devil.

She tries her best not to tell you her true motives with Denji, but if you give her puppy eyes she'll spill.

Please support her. The last thing she wants to do is kill her precious angel.

When you noticed her being extra friendly to Denji and Aki, your cute little head started to worry she would leave you for them.

She'll assure you in a sweet whisper that she only belongs to you.

Be on the look out for a jealous Denji...

"I'll admit. My motives will be seen as evil. But it is a necessary evil. I hope you understand... You have to understand. I know I can accomplish my mission, but it might be near impossible without you... Oh, I wasn't saying I-... Haha. Yes. I love you too."

Makima is a devil. A control devil. And could destroy the whole world.

But maybe. Just maybe. She'd sacrifice it all if it was for you…

Chainsaw Man requests are currently open! :D

Likes and retweets are always appreciated! I love you all, be safe and have a good day! <3

[sugar-grigri]

Hey! Have you noticed the visual parallels between the gun fiend and Chainsaw man in this latest (152th) chapter?

The parallel between Aki and Denji in the last chapter

No, I hadn't noticed, and I like that others have because I might have an explanation for this parallel.

Fujimoto likes parallels, but this time he does it the other way round. Let me explain: for me, and according to my interpretation, he had already made an explicit reference to chapters 78/79 in this chapter:

Chapter 142 exploited Denji's relationship with others, but also with being a CSM, just as Fumiko's speech only reinforces the fact that even when she places herself as a victim, she reinforces Denji's position as a martyr.

Even when Fumiko argues that she saw CSM as a child, the chapter proves her wrong, whether through her unsuccessful manipulation techniques, her many contradictions, but above all her behaviour is typical, allowing Denji to deny the pain he suffered by killing his brother.

I won't go into it again ((if you want to know more, the link is above)) the only thing you need to remember here is that Fujimoto still intends to exploit Aki's death, albeit in a subtle, poetic way in part 2.

In chapter 152, Denji suffers because he has decided to; his suffering is his own, he demands it and even sees it as a means of experiencing pleasure. What's more, this chapter follows on from chapters 150/151 in Denji's claim to his own identity: I WANT to be CSM, and no one is going to stop me. The negative consequences are mine because I've decided to.

Whereas during his confrontation with Aki, Denji's identity was stolen by his "fans" (a theme dealt with in chapter 142), who positioned themselves as the only suffering parties (ignoring Denji's), and it was the frightened, bruised men and women who decided that CSM had to save them, had to act and kill.

So chapter 152 is more than an awakening, it's Denji who takes back the right to suffer if he has decided to do so. Before, it was always the others who decided, but instead of taking the plunge and saying: I'll never let myself suffer again, this time the martyr doesn't want his suffering to be taken away from him.

Because if we take away Denji's suffering, he won't turn into a CSM anymore

If that's taken away, his memories of Power and Aki are fragmented

These last two sentences are actually linked, because Denji has learnt to love just as much as he has learnt to suffer through Aki and Power. Aki's curse is to have been possessed by his sworn enemy, the Gun Devil, who reclaims his rights over the man who tried to resist him: to be there to make Aki's family suffer, always, even the second time around.

As the curse repeats itself, Aki's mind is stuck in his childhood, when it hadn't yet been broken, so he's blindly enjoying himself. Because, paradoxical though it may sound, it was when Aki realised the cruelty of this world, the loss of loved ones, that he tried to protect his family - the greatest act of love. Suffering is an awareness.

Aki had gambled on his suffering before, wasting his years of life with almost no ties. And when he began to change his perception of wanting to do something for his family, those wasted years didn't leave him enough time to protect his second family.

While he was escaping the suffering of his first family, he didn't even realise that he was causing the second to suffer. Fate was simply amused.

It is just as much for Power, a bestial being by nature who has already learnt about the suffering of losing loved ones with Meowy's kidnapping, Aki's anguish possessed at the door, bringing a birthday cake to Denji as an act of kindness, before realising that she would rather die than let Denji die. Suffering is also what brings destinies together and intertwines them.

Power and Aki are symbols of the same thing: when suffering began to be reflected in others, materialising in the fear of losing a loved one, fate turned against them.

So what Denji is doing is a narrative attempt to free himself from his fate, if he starts to fear more for Nayuta than for himself, if he stops being CSM for her, then the passage of suffering turned against oneself, there will always be someone to catch the ball. So Denji ends the cycle.

Denji will see no-one but his pain, Pochita, he will ignore even the flames that tore him away from his animal family, he will push back to Nayuta. It's a retreat into his own identity in the final chapter, a futile attempt to escape from a pain even worse than the pain of being cut in two, the pain of seeing another part of himself ripped away: a loved one.

Now we've pretty much understood the parallel. But don't forget the beginning of this post, Denji is doing exactly what Aki is doing.

Chapter 152 is the hero's attempt to regain control of his destiny, as if suddenly aware of the suffering inherent in the work, wanting to reverse it, to turn it into pleasure.

But he will not escape his fate. Denji may laugh, but only fate will have the last laugh.

[itadorey]

𝐏𝐄𝐑𝐅𝐄𝐂𝐓 𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐍𝐄𝐑𝐒

pairing: hayakawa aki x reader summary: makima thinks that you and aki will be perfect partners, aki isn't so sure. wc: ~1k warnings: smoking, lmk if there's anything else i'm also thinking about making this into a full length fic so lmk if that's something i should do <3

"hayakawa, meet your new partner."

you're... cute. it's the first thing that aki notices when makima waves you into her office. he takes in your appearance as he listens to her introduce you, noticing your bright eyes and shy stare. when you face him with a soft smile, he thinks that you seem to be much more suited for the life of a college student, not whatever the fuck devil hunting has in store for you.

"hayakawa, sir!" you say, sticking your hand out stating your name as he shakes it. "it's a pleasure."

you're cute, but when aki meets your gaze, he sees something swimming in your eyes. it's not the nervousness that most of the new recruits seem to carry. no, if anything it's an almost cocky determination, and aki realizes that the brightness in your eyes that he noticed earlier is misplaced considering what you've just signed up for.

he thinks back to the words he's heard both kishibe and himeno say: "the hunters that devils fear are the ones with a couple of screws loose."

"likewise," he mutters before dropping your hand and taking a step back.

"well, i'll leave them in your trustworthy hands, hayakawa," makima says, smiling at the two of you before taking a seat at her desk. "i'm sure you'll take to each other like a duck to water."

aki merely blinks at her words, nodding once before excusing himself. he's pleased to see that he doesn't have to call for you to follow him; that already makes you better than denji and power. he can't help but wonder how they'll take to you.

you keep up with him easily, looking around as you head towards the exit. the sun is bright as you both leave the public safety headquarters, and you bring a hand up to shield your eyes before ducking behind aki's tall frame.

for once, aki is bothered by the silence that engulfs the two of you. he's used to the new recruits bombarding him with their questions as soon as they step out of makima's office, and he's even used to making them squirm about why they joined public safety in the first place. but the only thing he can hear from you is quiet humming. it somewhat unsettles him.

"why aren't you asking any questions?" he finally says, pulling out a cigarette and placing it between his lips before lighting it. it's a weak attempt to get rid of his nerves. you raise a brow as he comes to a stop, resting underneath the awning of an empty building and leaning against the wall.

"i only have one. can i get one of those?" you ask, gesturing towards the cigarette. aki stares at you for a brief moment, studying you before pulling out his pack of cigarettes once more. he holds them out towards you, watching as you gingerly grab one with a soft 'thank you'. you hold the cigarette between your index and middle fingers, angling it towards him.

"you know what i mean," he says, leaning forward and flicking the spark wheel on his lighter. you take a step back as you lift the cigarette to your lips, taking a drag before sighing softly.

"i don't have any questions, sir."

"why?"

aki's response is quick, and you find yourself stunned for a few seconds before you break out into laughter. he stares at you while you calm yourself, not looking away even when you stand next to him to lean against the wall as well. there's a silence between the two of you as you work away at your cigarettes, and aki finds himself ready to reiterate his question right as you finally turn to face him.

"i already know everything i need to know. i only joined public safety for one reason, after all," you say plainly, taking another drag of your cigarette. aki can't stop himself from giving you a curious glance, the conviction in your tone piquing his interest. you notice his gaze and take a final drag before dropping the cigarette to the floor and stomping it out. when you finally turn to face him, there's a wicked grin on your face, and aki is reminded about how fifteen minutes ago, he thought the life of a devil hunter would be far too hard for you. now, he thinks it's the devils that should be scared.

"i'm here to kill the gun devil."

your statement catches aki off guard to the point that he almost drops his cigarette. it's not anything new. if anything, they're words he's heard from many people before a multitude of times, yet he doesn't think he's ever believed anyone who has ever spoken those words before. but looking at you, standing next to him so casually after saying those seven words, he's half tempted to do so.

"i've heard you're the best person to partner up with," you continue, your gaze sweeping aki from head to toe before you let out an appreciative hum. "i can see why. i think this is going to be a great partnership."

aki can feel the heat creeping up his neck, and he stomps out his cigarette before straightening up and clearing his throat. he's hoping that his cheeks aren't red, but he knows all hope is lost when he sees you're still observing him out of the corner of his eye.

"i think so too," he finally replies, sparing you a glance before walking off. he can hear the excited laugh that comes out of your mouth as he leaves, and he can't help the smile that tugs at the corner of his lips as you catch up to him. "but that means you can't go dying on me."

"i won't."

your response is simple, but firm, and aki can't help but feel like this is going to be a very long partnership.

or at least he's hoping it'll be.

rbs are appreciated <3

[arminsumi]

could you write anything about jealous aki? drabble/hc/ fic i'll take any thoughts you have on him

sending all the love to this beautiful blog of yours 💖💖💖

A Bit of A Situation

AKI アキ

Note : my moongem!! 😣💗 good to see u again!! thank u for bringing love n aki to me hehe. hope u enjoy!!

Aki; stood tall and stoic in an immaculately neat suit and tie.

His posture stiffens and throat constricts when he watches a sleazy co-worker chatting you up during a mission.

Aki's just cleaned his katana of blood with a smooth swipe of a cloth. He clicks it shut into its saya.

The co-worker isn't bad-looking, but Aki thinks you can do better. He clenches his jaw a bit when you laugh in response to his loud, obnoxious flirting.

Aki stares.

When he feels this prickling feeling in his chest, he's reminded of something someone asked him once;

"Aki, do you think you're the jealous type?"

"No, jealousy is immature."

And Aki has considered himself mature until he sees that sleazy co-worker chatting you up.

Why does it bother him? It just does. Aki heads over to you two, and uses his superiority to his advantage.

"Hey, idiots. Focus on the task at hand unless you want me putting your flirting session into my report to Makima, yeah?" he threatens with a stony face.

A stony face, a cold voice; but you smile when Aki speaks to you even if it's just to reprimand you. You just like him.

The co-worker disappears, leaning into his car to get his weapons and supplies.

"I wasn't flirting." you say to Aki, and he looks at you with slightly raised brows like he doesn't care.

"Okay." he responds, "I saw the exchange and saw you laughing with him. I think that constitutes as flirting."

"I was laughing at his attempt of flirting." you told him to clear up the misunderstanding.

Aki doesn't have a response; he feels a bit silly about his misjudgment.

He stiffens his shoulders.

You give him a smack on his shoulders.

"Lighten up. Your shoulders are so stiff sometimes I wonder if they're made of wood."

"I'm not usually this stiff, I swear." he replies awkwardly, like a teenager trying to prove to his crush that he's not a dork. It's funny to see small shifts in his demeanor when it's just you and him.

"What do you mean? You're always stiff. I think I should take you out for a spa day; you look like you could use a break."

Your name is called by another co-worker, detracting your attention from Aki. He feels a small pang of annoyance when the moment is interrupted.

"Ayyy, we need you. There's a bit of a situation in the lobby; we found someone's head."

You reply with one of your weird little jokes that Aki loves so much, "Oh no. Someone lost their head? That's not good, we should get it back on their shoulders. Okay, see you Aki."

"Don't call me Aki; I'm your senior."

"Mhm. My jealous senior." you tease flirtatiously.

Aki's back stiffens even more. He purses his lips and avoids your gaze, looking at the sky, the parking lot cars, the apartment windows, anything except you.

His eyes follow your back as you walk off to the apartment where the "situation" is commencing. Then he cringes at himself; crinkles the corners of his eyes and tightens his face like he just sucked on a lemon.

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[m3gumix]

Lovesick ; Chainsaw man

Characters : Power , Angel Devil , Beam Warnings : NOT PROOFREAD. masc pronouns for reader in Power's part , gender neutral / non-binary pronouns for Angel Devil and Beam. Possibly ooc for everyone- [ uh the Beam & Power one were made specifically for @rayuki and someone else ..& I asked for them to give me scenarios with their favs while I made the Angel Devil one for myself- ] Synopsis : Them falling inlove with the reader and/or love at first sight. Basically just as the title says..Lovesick Request[s] : #1 ; Power : "Power seeing someone outside of Aki's apartment while home alone and gets bored so she says hi to them" #2 ; Beam : "Romantic scenario let’sss seeee uhhhhh he wants to hold ur hand but is a little too nervous so he tries to find ways to let you know he wants too. Or he tries to find ways to build up courage to ask you- either is fine." A/n : Hello loves! I'm finally writing again! This time for chainsaw man because the anime was hype and I'm having a csm brainrot. I'm taking Chainsaw man requests!! NO NSFW. Other than that enjoy <33

Denji and Aki left power to watch over the apartment. Why? Who knows, perhaps they couldn't trust her enough with this mission. "But then why bring Denji?" She's repeated that sentence in her head over a million times. Before they even left Aki had told her to not go anywhere and to not open the door for anyone, would she listen? Probably not. But she hasn't done anything yet...surprisingly, she's just been sitting with Meowy while rolling on the floor. "Can you believe them Meowy! How rude of them to leave me here by myself- I should've just went anyway! As a matter of fact- I will! They can't tell me what to do!" She stood up with a huff as she put on her shoes and began stomping to the door, slamming it open she kept that pout on her face til she noticed a male leaning on the railing infront of Aki's apartment. He had the uniform on, what was he doing here? Was he sent to watch over Power? "That's ridiculous! I can watch over myself!" "You! Why are you here! Who are you- Did Aki send you to come watch me! Well I can watch myself I'll have you know-" She yelled at y/n as he just turned around, a confused look on his face. He chuckled at the confusion washed over Power's face "I'm just here to get some fresh air..no need to be so angry." She slowly put her arm down and blankly stared at the male. "If you're not busy, would you like to stay with me for a bit?" Trying to break the silence , Y/n asked Power a simple question that he hoped she would respond too. She narrowed her eyes at him and thought about his offer. "Hmm...Fine. I suppose I could spend my time with you, human." She proudly smiled and she walked towards the male. The two of them continued having a conversation about random things, just to pass time, it was mainly Power talking about anything and everything but they enjoyed each other's company. These conversations went from minutes then quickly to hours long. But sadly it had to end when Y/n got called for a job. "Ah- sorry..I gotta go..I got called in. Wait- I never got your name?" Power stopped her ranting and stood proudly with her hands on her hips. "The name's Power! Be happy that I chose to waste away my time with you, Human!" Y/n only stared at her before smiling and tucking away some of her hair behind her ears, "Hello Power..the name's y/n." Power's eyes went wide as she stared back at him as he parted his hand away from her and began walking away. She felt something completely new- something she's never felt ever, it was like....this warm feeling in her cheeks. Was it getting hot in here? Why does it suddenly feel like her face is burning- Oh silly Power, you're inlove!

"It's so hot...can we go get another icecream before working again." The red headed devil slowly followed behind you while yawning. You kept your eyes ahead.. ignoring any sighing and groaning the small male let out. "As much as I'd really love too, Aki would kill us if we did." You reasoned with Angel, continuing to go to your location. "How about when we're done I'll get you some more, 'kay?" He looked up at the sky in thought, silently pondering your offer for a few minutes before finally responding. "You promise?" "I promise." The both of you continued to walk in silence before you heard Angel's groaning again. "Something's in my eye...I can't get it out.." Turning around to see what he was complaining about , you noticed his eyes seemed to be watering a bit. You sighed as you pulled out a tissue from your pocket and leaned a bit closer to his face. "There..all done. Your eyelashes are pretty long, that's probably what was in your eye." He stared at you with his usual blank face. You both stood there looking at each other in yet again, another comfortable silence. "Hey...there was this movie I saw, a man and a woman were standing like this.." He took a small step forward towards you before continuing. "They were about this far from each other,..and then they kissed." You slightly tilted your head in confusion. "What's your point?" Angel looked away and sighed , "I've never done something like that, and probably won't. Things like that never really interested me it just- never mind.." You sighed and put the tissue over your mouth, you leaned even closer to Angel as his face slightly scrunched up a bit as if he was confused. When he was about to ask what you were even doing his eyes widened when you put the tissue over his mouth and leaned down to give him a soft kiss over the thin cloth. "There, was that okay?" You stepped back as he looked down, touching his lips before letting out a long groan and crouching down on the floor as he felt his cheeks heat up a little bit. "I...I can't work anymore today.."

Living in a beach house was probably one of the best choices you've made, you get to go out to the ocean...nice views...a lovely house not near too many people, and then....Beam. A fiend that you've become friends with..I suppose? You could say atleast, he'd visit you pretty often whenever you were just relaxing outside or just whenever he saw you he'd come running- Speaking of which, he was sitting next to you right now. It was night and you decided to just sit outside and look at the stars and as usual, Beam came to see you. "Hello Beam, it's nice to see you again." You smiled as you looked at him, Beam flashing you a toothy smile in return. "Yes! Nice to see you too!" You chuckled at his response as you looked back at the sky, Beam rocked back and forth as he looked up as well. There was silence between the both of you but you felt as if someone kept staring at you. To relieve your curiosity , you turned to face Beam...ah..Yeah, he was staring- He let out a startled noise when you turned to face him before quickly looking back. You brushed it off as just you catching him off guard, but as you continued to look at the scenery you could see Beam out of the corner of your eyes turning to look at you once more. "Ah- uhm!" You turned to look at Beam as he started talking, "yes?" He continued looking at you as he fumbled with his hands a bit, you rested you hand in your palm as you patiently waited for him to let out whatever he needed to say. Whenever Beam seemed to be around you , he always felt much more happy than he usually is. He'd feel his face heat up at the warm smile you'd always give him when he was around.. But at the same time,..as much as he'd want to hug you and such like he does with Denji..he never seems to have the courage to do so. Why? He's never felt like that before? Your eyes widened and you let out a small gasp as Beam grabbed your hands in his. "Beam..thinks your pretty! The most beautiful human alive!" You stared at him with wide eyes as you felt your own face slowly heating up. You both stared at each other in silence before you laughed. "Thank you Beam, but you're much prettier than I am."

[meownotgood]

THAT'S 60,000 WORDS LET'S FUCKING GOOOOOOOOO!!

[violetarks]

"maybe if you weren't a fool."

anime: chainsaw man

characters: denji, hayakawa aki, higashiyama kobeni

summary: it just takes them a while to figure out you actually have feelings for them. if they had actually tried, then maybe they would've noticed earlier.

warnings: g/n! reader, they/them pronouns used, second person pov, oblivious characters, kinda' sad in kobeni's part

↣ denji:

"you're treating me to lunch again?" he mumbles, walking beside you as you exit makima's office. you take off your jacket; it was always so cold in her room, and you never understood why. "hell yeah! thanks l/n!"

you smile at him, texting aki and himeno that you wouldn't be able to make it to lunch today. himeno sent you a sad face and aki gave you a thumbs up. whilst younger than the two, they had enjoyed your company at lunches. "it's okay. i like spending time with you, denji." you say to him.

he flushes at your words. you've always been incredibly nice to denji, treating him out to lunch, picking him up so he doesn't need to walk around (power always comes along and demands she sit in the front with you, and you let her), and even giving him spare shirts since he always seems to tear his ones up.

"i like hangin' out with you too, l/n." he claims, watching you smile at him again, "you ain't mean to me like topknot, and power always steals all me food. but you don't do anything of that... you're super cool."

"thank you, denji." you chuckle out, heading into the nearest cafe with him at your tail. being a devil hunter was by no means easy, so letting out steam helped quite a lot. "anything you like the look of?" you ask as you sit down in a booth isolated from everyone else.

"the waf—wafe—"

"waffles."

"yes, those." he replies, thankful for your help. he pokes a finger at the menu, where the picture sat beneath his index. "can i get that?"

you nod your head. "sure thing, i love waffles too. what flavour did you want?"

"there's different flavours?" he mutters to himself. below the picture are the said flavours. he gasps, "there's so many! l/n, i don't know which one to pick!"

you stifle another laugh as you say, leaning over and pointing on his menu, "let's start off with the cinnamon ones and the chocolate ones. you can finish two servings, yeah?"

his jaw drops a little as he frantically nods hos head. you grin, looking back at your menu. "good. and i'll get some noodles. i had to skip breakfast for a devil." you wave over a waiter nearby. "what drink?"

"nothin' too sweet or sour." he says, not really knowing what to ask for. you give him two options and he chooses the second, not remembering the first. after the waiter takes your order, he sits happily. "thanks again, l/n."

you watch him wait excitedly and smile softly. he was just so cute. "it's alright, denji. i know that we're co-workers, but i want to see you enjoy yourself outside of the public safety division." you claim, seeing him stare back at you, "we're the same age, so i can show you what it's like to be a teenager. ah — as much as i can."

denji watches you cross your arms and lean against the table. "i'll try and help you live a happy life." you say earnestly.

his heart leaps, your kindness knew no bounds with him. "i will, i promised pochita and now i promise you!" he says, jutting a thumb into his chest, "why is it that you are so nice to me anyway? did aki tell you to?"

you shake your head. "i just don't want anything bad to happen to you. having you around is nice, and you always know how to make me feel better." you claim, drinking arriving at that time. you stir your straw. "you're... important to me."

denji stirs. he doesn't know what to say to that, or even how to act. his heart was beating so loud, he would yell at it to shut up, but he didn't want to embarrass you. sweet you, always so generous. he's feeling overwhelmed by you.

you were never pushy with him. never ordered him around or forced him to do certain things. you gave him that choice. and if he rejected the option to do something he didn't want to, you only said 'okay' and tried to figure it out. times like that, you were especially cute, sitting at your desk and scribbling on paper, concentrating hard.

denji would usually sit right beside you, leg against leg, and watch over your shoulder. he liked it when you spoke out loud, he could hear your thoughts. your voice wasn't always smooth, sometimes quick and heavy as you trudged through your problems. but you were just so dreamy to him.

and soon enough, he's standing up.

"can i borrow your phone? i need to call aki." he claims, beginning to sweat with nerves. you blink once and hand him your phone, open and on aki's contact. you tell him how to call someone, and he thanks you before rushing out the door.

he hides around the corner before calling aki, who answers in a heartbeat.

"y/n? aren't you at lunch with denji?" he speaks, some soft music in the background.

"it's me, i think i'm hurt." denji blatantly says, earning a grunt from the other side, "i'm serious! my heart hurts 'n i wanna' run like... 7 billion races! i think it's a devil attack!"

aki sighs out, "when did this happen?"

"when l/n was sitting in front of me. they were tellin' me 'bout how much they care about me." denji admits. he then grows irritated. "ugh! also! this waiter looked at them way longer than he needed to! i wanted to strangle the guy!"

aki feels as if he was being stupid on purpose. "denji, you have a crush on y/n. that feeling you have? it's called attraction." he explains, shaking his head at the table while himeno wonders who he's talking about. "and if you haven't noticed, they have a crush on you too."

"you mean they like me?" he whispers, pointing to himself in a puzzling daze.

"yes, you moron. it's so obvious, even power knows." aki explains, rubbing his temple, "now do whatever you want, i haven't finished eating. bye." he hangs up without a reply from denji.

the blonde grows even more confused. he liked you? when did that happen? and when did you start liking him? it was all too strange for denji.

though he marches back into the cafe and sits down in front of you, determined look on his face. you blink at his changed demeanour. "are you okay, denji?"

"yes!" he answers loudly, earning a hush from staff while he returns the phone. he sits small again, food in front of him in no time, and he is no longer paying attention to the hot and good-looking food in front of him.

instead, the delicacy of your touch and how you carefully gather soup in your spoon before drinking it. "this is really good. you want to try some?" you offer, already putting some noodles, broth and some of the rest of the ingredients that was in your serving.

he graciously takes it from you, still surprised by the revelation he was facing. "thank you... you're so nice to me..." he says quietly, feeling his face heat up at your reaction.

"because i like you, denji." how could you say it with such a straight face?

you were so very under control, and he thinks to himself 'how the hell am i going to get them to be mine?'.

you could almost slap him. he should know that you were already his from the beginning.

his stupidity amazed you.

↣ hayakawa aki:

aki was a tough one. he was so cold when he first joined the public safety division, granted you were the same when you joined only three months before him, but still. you were both after the same thing, and both under the care of himeno, who had just lost her partner.

she grew attached to the both of you, and cracked your shells quite easily. you were thankful for her charismatic nature, it made you feel like you were going easy. himeno was like an older sister to you. and just like one, she knew when you had developed feelings for aki.

"i'm so sorry, y/n and aki, i can't come in today!" himeno sighs out over your phone in a distressed tone. you could call her out on her bullshit right then and there. "i've got a thing going on that i can't miss, take care of today's work for me? thank you!"

she hangs up before you can even respond, aki beside you only rolling his eyes before grabbing his sword against the wall and heading towards the first devil hunt of the day. "let's get going, y/n." he calls.

you walk after him, stuffing your phone into your pocket and holding your own weapon in its cover. "she's full of surprises." you comment, turning the corner as he does, "yesterday she was telling me about this nice place in yokohama she wanted to go to. i bet she's on her way there at this moment."

aki hums out, slowing his pace to walk beside you, "you're probably right. it's fine, we'll be okay."

you look back at him. his eyes are set on the path in front, navigating your way through the crowd of people towards the location of a devil that was due to be exterminated. he was always on track, never losing sight of what he had in mind, and never taking a break from all the stress. the bags under his eyes were obvious, beginning again. you could tell he was just so tired.

so after you deal with the devils for the day and head to aki's apartment, where power and denji are running amuck, you decide to help him. the door opens and the duo are automatically talking to the both of you.

"you're back already! was it boring? apparently you guys were in a hell of a big fight today!" denji claims, pointing to the tv. on it plays the fight from four hours ago, you and aki running around trying to dispose of the devil that was too quick and destructive for your liking. aki pinches the bridge of his nose. "man, you two looked stupid!"

"human, you brought snacks!" power calls upon you in the kitchen as you set your things down to rest. she's already grabbing at your pockets, making you raise your arms up to let it be easier. then, she pulls out a half empty pack of gum, holding it up high. "aha! i have found it!"

you peel off your jacket, throwing it on the counter as you chuckle, "okay, you and denji can have it. don't eat it all at once—nevermind."

aki has already disappeared into the washroom, and you follow along, closing the door to the bathroom to drown out the noise denji and power were making as they rattled into the bedroom. your friend is in front of the mirror, dabbing the open cuts on his face with rubbing alcohol and a cotton ball. he's wincing a little before finishing up, dropping the bloodied ball into the bin with the rest.

his jacket was thrown into the bathtub along with his weapon, strewn cuts along the back and sleeves. you leaned against the countertop, watching his try to disinfect the slice on his neck and chin. "do you need help with that?" you inquire.

"no, it's..." he begins, trying to feel for the wound as he can't exactly see it, but he gives up, "yeah... yeah, please."

you shift over, now in between him and the mirror as you continue leaning against the sink. aki looks to the ceiling, in a bit of pain as you clean his cut, a gentle hand on his chin to move his head to get a better angle, ever so gentle. you've done this countless times, and he always starts to reject before ultimately accepting your help.

the first aid kit sits beside you and you grab another cotton ball. "i told you that i should've been the bait." you say quietly, hearing his exhale through his nose, "i'm just saying. you're better at attacking and i'm good at hiding."

"bait is supposed to be seen." aki argues with you, one hand bracing against the sink as he stands there, "and it was fine. not all of the building crashed down on me."

you knit your brow, throwing away the dirtied cotton balls. "most of it did. i could've gotten out of there, easy." you say, almost like it was supposed to 'one-up' aki. but it wasn't. you didn't like how he was the one all scathed as you left without a drop of your own blood. "next time, we follow my plan."

aki sighs out, closing his eyes, "whatever."

you pull away, allowing him to rest his neck and look at you. he seemed even more tired than from this morning. you busy yourself with digging through the first aid kit for the correct bandage. "listen, can i take denji and power out for a few hours? i'll bring them home by dinner."

"why?" he questions, watching as you put the kit back and begin to peel open a bandaid.

"they need to get out of the house every once in a while, y'know. they can come to mine, hang out there for a bit." you claim, holding his chin again and pressing the bandaid onto his wound, "it'll be fun for them. and they won't eat too much before they come back."

he thinks for a moment, seeing the ceiling above them swirl. but then he retorts, "yeah, okay. that's fine. call if you need any help."

you nod your head, resting your hand on his shoulder. aki turns his gaze back to you, about to ask if you were going to stay for dinner as well, when you carefully lean forward and plant a kiss on his cheek. it's soft and warm, like the feeling he gets in his heart when you commit your action.

it happens all too quickly and he's wide-eyed by the time you pull back. you only grin, squeezing his shoulder a little bit. "rest up, okay? they'll be gone for three hours. you know you need some shut eye, aki." you say, standing up fully and brushing passed him to the bathroom door, "don't worry about denji and power, i can handle them. i just... i want you to get some rest. do that for me?"

he unconsciously nods his head, face beginning to heat up at your action. the smile on your lips after his confirmation only worsens it.

"great. i'll see you for dinner, aki." you say, closing the door behind you.

he faintly hears you calling their names and gathering your things, heading to the door with your keys. you say something about having these new toys for meowy that you keep forgetting to bring, so power picks up her cat and denji in tow and follows you out of the apartment.

it's quiet for aki now. it lets him hear just how loud his heart was thumping in his chest as he looks himself in the mirror. he's watched you all these years, he knows how you act and you don't act that way with just anyone, not even himeno (although she has drunkenly kissed you as a thanks for grabbing her more beer, as she has done with everyone). would it be a stretch for him to believe you had feelings for him? why else would you kiss his cheek like that?

all of this is confirmed when he gets that text from a certain eye-patched devil hunter asking 'how did your date with y/n go?'.

he cooks you extra for dinner and buys you breakfast the next day.

↣ higashiyama kobeni:

"she's crying again!" power jumps, pumping a fist into the air and waving it around while you and aki come back from grabbing lunch. it's not hard to notice kobeni sitting on the couch, looking nervous as power and denji stand around her.

you sigh, putting the food down on the coffee table, "what did you two do?" kobeni has her knees to her chest, arms wrapped around her legs as she cries silently, slowly. you then think, looking to aki. "can you take lunch outside?"

he raises a brow before you nod your head to the girl. your friend understands, leaving two boxes of lunch on the table and picking up the rest. "denji. power. let's go." he calls, watching the duo chase him out of the room and outside.

"kobeni." you say, sitting down on the other side of the couch she was on. the girl only peeks out from over her arms, seeing now only you. your leg is over your knee, one arm on the shoulder of the couch and the other resting on your lap. "are you okay?"

she sniffles, "i... yeah..." kobeni pulls her legs back down to rest her feet on the floor. she plays with her fingers on her lap, aware of your gaze on her. "i'm okay..."

you furrow your brows, a frown on your lips. she glances at you with glossy eyes, and you let out a sigh, "alright." your arms spread out. "come here."

she lets a few tears fall before crawling over to your side, hugging herself as you wrap your arms around her, allowing kobeni to sit in between your legs as you leaned against the armrest. she wept noisily, crying into your shoulder about power's relentless teasing and how she was so scared during today'd fight that she would die. you can only listen and rub her back.

the girl was only a year younger than you, and had felt like she was on the brink of death more timed than you can count. you don't think you've ever encountered a devil hunter as scared of devils as she.

"you're going to be okay, kobeni. it's alright." you say, feeling her shiver intensely. your warmth shielded over her cold skin, and she could feel herself growing calmer by the second. "you did very well today. you cleared the area in time and saved lots of people. we were able to keep them away from the devil because of you."

kobeni sniffles, grabbing at your white shirt, "it was so scary."

you blink at her tone, sighing back and rubbing her shoulder gently, "i know, it was. but you did so well. thank you, kobeni." she reluctantly lets go of your warmth, and you see her tear-stricken face. it hurts your chest to see her this way, such a gentle person, erasing away. your brows crease. "you don't deserve to be wasting in a place like this."

she wants to reply, to say how much she wanted to go to school instead of sit here and cry. but you know all of that. which is why you look at her this way, and why you wipe the tears from her cheek, placing a kiss to her forehead. a common occurrence, and part of her knows that you do this to calm her down.

you know that you care too much for kobeni to stand there and let her cry her eyes out. you were right; she was too good for this kind of job.

"i'll get you out of here, i promise. help you find another job, one that pays well, better than the public safety division." you state, looking her confidently in the eyes. her frown is wobbly as she nods her head. "you'll be safe, and live a normal life. i want to give you what you want."

she nods again.

deciding that was enough for today, you lean away. kobeni keeps hold of your sleeve, letting you keep a hand on hers as you reach over and grab her lunch. "come on, lets eat up. you did a lot of sprinting today, and i've never seen someone dodge quite so skilfully." you comment, handing her some chopsticks.

she finally lets go of your hand to begin eating. you know that she needs to get full in order to feel better. so you start to eat as well. this is where small-talk ensues. you begin to talk about your days outside of the public safety division, and she will ask about certain details. you answer. a back and forth. sometimes, kobeni will be the one with stories. about how envious she was of her brother, the favourite, or how her parents never allowed her to outshine him. you despise those who play favourites.

as you talk, she begins to wonder: 'why do you do all of this? why are you so nice?'. you've never had a reason to do that, she's never owed you anything... at least, she didn't think so.

when you look at her, making sure she was eating her lunch, kobeni turns back to her food. you only smile and sit closer to her. "do you feel okay now?" you ask her.

she nods slowly. "mhm." she hums out. the tone of your voice, she knows it. it's the same sound that people make when they're interested in another, isn't it? she's heard it before, the other students who confessed to their classmates, she's overhead it. and your smile, it makes her heart kind of beat faster. her face burns at the sudden realisation that there was a possibility that you could be in love with her. "what about you?"

you blink at her twice as you tilt your head. "i'm, uh, i'm good. i just want you to feel better." you state, placing a gentle hand on her shoulder. she gulps, the warmth falling onto her face. "i care a lot about you, y'know."

a sigh leaves her lips, "thank you, y/n..."

"you're welcome, kobeni." you say, retracting your hand and the intense warm feeling that she was experiencing, "now finish your lunch. our work is nearly done, i'll walk you home after, okay?" the little nod she gives you makes your heart flutter and your lips pull into a smile.

you were both glad that you were here, sitting next to kobeni and quietly eating lunch with her.

[harunayuuka2060]

Kid Akihiko: *6 years old*

His maid: My lady, do you like your new dress?

Kid Akihiko: ...

Kid Akihiko: *fake smiles* I love it!

His maid: *sighs in relief*

Kid Akihiko: *still smiling* Nanny? Is there any news about my little brother?

His maid: Oh, Young master Yuurin will arrive home today.

His maid: Are you excited to finally meet him?

Kid Akihiko: *nods*

His maid: *smiles* That's good, Lady Akane. But don't overexert yourself.

His maid: We don't want you getting sick.

Kid Akihiko: Okay~.

Yuurin's mother: It's good to be back, isn't it?

Yuurin's father: Come here, son. Let your father carry you this time.

Yuurin's mother: *chuckles* But I'm not done with him, dear.

Yuurin's father: Let me bond with him at least.

Yuurin's mother: No can't do~.

Kid Akihiko: *watching his parents dote on Yuurin*

Kid Akihiko: ...

Kid Akihiko: *decides to approach them later*

Their mother: Akane, I love your dress today. It's cute and stylish.

Kid Akihiko: *smiles* Thank you, mother. Nanny sewed this dress for me.

Their mother: Did she? *chuckles*

Their mother: Ah! Before I forget!

Their mother: Yuurin? This is your older sister. Say hi to her~.

Baby Yuurin: *looks at Akihiko* *then her eyes sparkle*

Kid Akihiko: !!!

Their father: Looks like our son wants to play with his sister.

Their mother: Hmm... Alright.

Their mother: But don't tire yourself out, Akane. *smiles at them*

Their mother and father: *takes their leave*

Kid Akihiko: ...

Baby Yuurin: *approaches her brother*

Kid Akihiko: *expecting to be called "sister"*

Baby Yuurin: *hugs Akihiko* Nii-nii!

Kid Akihiko: ...

Kid Akihiko: Huh?

Leona: So Yuurin recognized that you were her brother on your first meeting? *talking with Akihiko on the phone*

Akihiko: *chuckles* Yes. I was really happy that time.

Akihiko: Eventually, I had to teach her to call me "sister" when someone was around. Besides, we didn't want to be caught.

Akihiko: But whenever we were alone in the house, we would play dress up and I would lend her my clothes.

Akihiko: While she, on the other hand, would draw me a fake mustache on my face.

Akihiko: Good thing she never used a permanent marker.

Leona and Akihiko: *chuckles*

Yuurin: Aki, were you on the phone with someone? Your line was busy.

Akihiko: Oh, yes. I was chatting with a friend. *chuckles*

Yuurin: I see.

Akihiko: Yuurin?

Yuurin: Yes?

Akihiko: Brother loves you, bluebell.

Yuurin: ...

Yuurin: *smiles* Me too, Aki.

Akihiko: *chuckles* Why did it take you a second to answer?

Yuurin: Because you said it out of nowhere.

Akihiko: Hmm... You're making me sad now. Just kidding. *chuckles*

Yuurin: *shaking her head*

Leal: Master Akihiko-

Akihiko: *has coughed up blood after his phone call with Yuurin*

Leal: ...

Leal: Let me clean you up.

Akihiko: Yes. Thank you, Leal.

Leal: ...

Leal: It seems your condition is getting worse.

Akihiko: I didn't ask for your comment.

Leal: ...

Leal: I'm sorry.

Akihiko: ...

Akihiko: You do not need to worry yourself.

Akihiko: I'll manage to hold on until Yuurin's debut... no, it'll have to be a week after her 18th birthday.

Akihiko: I won't make her sad on her special day.

Leal: ...

Leal: As you wish, Master Akihiko.

[brayneworms]

closest to heaven that i'll ever be.

featuring. angel devil x gn!reader.

synopsis: angel's first time with you.

word count. 2.1k

content. smut, MDNI I CHECK, loss of virginity, crying, consent checks, d/s tones, sub!angel + dom!reader, gender neutral reader, guided masturbation, pet names (little love), we fuckin with gloves on, aftercare (it's brief but it's there), lmk if i missed anything.

notes. this originally had kobeni and aki in too but angel's part got way longer, so i'll post them separately :3 reqs are open btw so go ahead and req anything, just check my rules first ty.

"This is stupid."

Angel stares at you balefully; beyond the light flush adorning his pale face, he looks distinctly unruffled, no change from his usual apathetic demeanour. He sits cross-legged on your bed, arms folded, shoulders stooped. You pause in drawing the blind, tilting your head.

"What is?"

He throws you an irritable look. "This. The—this whole set-up. Why pretend when we both know the truth?"

You pull the blinds to, cutting the view of your bedroom off from wandering eyes below. The room stays lit with rosy lamps and projected stars, filtering through Angel's auburn hair. "And what truth is that?"

Angel scowls. "I can't touch you. So. What's the point."

"There's more to sex than that," you say matter-of-factly, secretly delighting in the way it makes Angel's blush darken. He rolls his pretty eyes, hands twisting in his lap. What little sunlight that isn't trapped by the blinds illuminates off his hair like gilt.

"Even so," he mutters. "It won't feel the same. It won't be... good. For me, or for you."

"How can you possibly know that, little love?"

His brows knit at the nickname, and it is a little much, but it feels right in any case, and you like the way it ghosts off your tongue, like the way it makes Angel's eyes droop. Still, his reaction invokes an interest in you, and you perk your head up.

"Have you tried? Before?" you inquire, moving back over to the bed. You sit, crossing your legs, keeping a safe distance—but Angel retracts himself all the same, recoiling back away from you and tucking his hands out of sight. You suppose it must be instinct by now, after so many years living in a body undesigned for love.

"So what if I haven't," Angel mumbles. "Doesn't take a genius to figure it out."

"Humans have a saying—don't knock it 'till you try it."

"Humans are weird," Angel says flatly.

"Even me?"

"Especially you. This is tiring me out..."

You whap him on the shoulder. "Nono, stay awake! Okay, let me—okay. Just tell me, 'cause it's the only thing that matters... do you want to?"

Angel stiffens; behind him, his wings curl into each other protectively, the feathers ruffling as though offended. "W-what?"

"Like, just tell me." You fidget, slightly awkward. "I won't judge, obviously. You've heard more than enough embarrassing shit from me from the bottom of a bottle. So... have you? Thought about it?"

"About what?" Angel stares at you like you've grown a second head, but the flush on his face is darker than ever, wine-red and brilliant against the parchment print of his skin.

"Fucking me," you say bluntly, knowing there's zero point beating around the bush with Angel. He sputters, body tense like he's about to spring off the bed. "Or touching me. Or me touching you. Have you thought about it? Do you want it?"

"I—I..." Angel's mouth works soundlessly for a few moments, eyes wide and more awake than you've ever seen him. Then, unexpectedly, his whole form droops; you feel cold water wash over you, followed immediately by panic. "What's it matter? Like I said earlier, I can't... you can't... just stop making me think about it."

"Humans," you say quietly, "are more resilient than you give 'em credit for. 'Specially me. Cleverer, too, I think, 'cause back in whatever century some genius fucker came up with an invention that changed the world forever. Wanna know what it was?"

Angel stares at you, bewildered. "Uh..."

From the waistband of your sweats, you draw out a pair of gloves. They're on the thinner side, just shy of sheer, black. Expensive, woven from fine cotton. More than you'd ever spend on yourself. But for Angel, you can indulge, you suppose.

"Gloves," Angel deadpans.

"Gloves!" you repeat cheerily. "'Cause, yeah, maybe I can't touch you with my hands. But I... thought... I could touch you with yours."

Angel blinks rapidly. "I—I don't understand."

"Can I show you?" you ask quietly, and he makes a choked noise in the back of his throat, small and needy. After a few tense moments, he lifts a shoulder in a would-be careless shrug.

"Do as you please," he mutters. "Humans are so stubborn..."

You giggle and sit back, spine pressed against the headboard, and cock your legs out so they're straight before parting them. Angel looks quickly away, face aflame, but you pat the space between your thighs encouragingly. "Sit here? If that's okay. It'll make it more comfy."

Angel regards you warily. "You're eager to die, huh?"

Behind the petulance is worry, the sort he's never been good at dressing up, the sort he loathes that he has in the first place. You tilt your head, gaze soft, you hope.

"Nothing's going to happen. I"m all covered up, see?" You wave your arms quickly down your body, clothes from throat to toe. "Just have your head against my chest and it'll be fine."

Angel chews at his lip for a moment, torn between, you think, spurning you for your idiocy and accepting human touch for the first time in God-knows-when. Eventually, you suppose, his selfish side wins out; he turns around stiffly and lowers himself to lay against you. His hair splays out against the comfy spun cotton of your hoodie, and you wonder if he can hear your heartbeat. You can feel the tension in his shoulders through your clothes and skin.

"There you go." Your voice slides into an unintentional low murmur, and Angel shivers against you, wings beating at your ankles. "You comfy?"

He nods, barely perceptible. Not seeing his face clearly is a little frustrating.

"Can you tell me?" you say, gentler than usual. "Just, you know. So I'm sure."

Angel huffs. "If I wasn't, I'd put my hand under your shirt and kill you. Even though that would mean a lot of paperwork, I'd do it."

"Okay, okay. So, um—can I? Touch you?"

Angel squirms. "I—I guess. If you're going to, then fine."

"No, little love. Tell me." You lower your head, putting your lips as close to his ear as you dare; it's still enough for your hot breath to stroke over the sensitive skin there, judging by the shiver that racks through Angel's body as you murmur. "I mean really tell me. Tell me where you want to touch yourself, where you want me to touch you."

"I—hn." His voice is starting to get a little strangled the further out of his comfort zone you prod him. "Why do you have to say such stupid things?"

"'Cause I like you," you admit, a little stiltedly. "I wanna... make you feel good. So. If you want to stop, we can stop."

"I—I didn't say that," Angel mutters. "I... you're close."

"I am." A pause. "Is that okay?"

He fidgets. "Yeah, I guess. It's fine." He pauses, then sighs. "I mean, it's nice. If that's what you wanna hear."

"Only if it's the truth," you say.

"It is, okay?" Angel sighs. "Okay. I... want... I want you to... touch me."

"Okay," you say, a touch too eagerly. "Okay, little love, can do. Where?"

"I—God." Angel buries his face in his hands; you can see the backs of his ears poking through the waterfall of tawny hair, singing scarlet. "Anywhere. Everywhere. I—hn."

You can feel your heartbeat in your throat, palms clammy through the gloves. You lift one hand up and cup his face, feeling the thin line of his jaw, the warmth of his blanket of hair. Angel tilts into the touch unthinkingly, and you swear stars explode over your eyes.

When your other hand comes to rest at his hipbone, just over the jut of his waistband, Angel jolts.

"Here?" you ask, and he nods. You slide your hand over his stomach; his warmth is dulled by the fabric of the glove, but it's closer than you've ever gotten. You can feel everything that matters; the contraction of his muscles as he breathes in and out, the inclination his body has towards your touch, the xylophone of his ribcage singing with each quick breath he takes.

Your hand travels up, slowly, marking a railroad up the pale skin, smoothing over his sternum, ghosting over a nipple. At the contact, Angel gasps, back tensing against your chest as he arches into the touch. You feel him pebble through the cotton, and he squirms, twists his face to hide in your shoulder.

"There?" you whisper, and he gasps out,

"Yes. I—yes. More, there, more—"

He's so sensitive. You suppose it comes from a lifetime of never being touched. You can't imagine how lonely it is. You would've gone insane a long time ago. Your fingers circle over his nipple and then the other, 'till he keens, brows knitted together, mouth open in a small 'o', 'till the fabric of his trousers becomes noticeably strained.

"How about here?" you ask, fingers ghosting at his belt.

"You can't," Angel grits out. "It won't—with the glove, it'll h-hurt."

"I know, I know," you coax soothingly. "It's okay. You wanna touch yourself? I'll watch. It's okay."

Too far gone, you think, to argue like he usually might, Angel gets his hands out from fisting the bedsheets and shakily paws at his belt. There's the pop of a button and the sigh of a zipper, a 'V' of pale skin shrouded with wisps of auburn hair before he's pulling the fabric clumsily down to his ankles, boxers and all. You feel your breath stick in your throat like glass at the sight of him.

His whole body is trembling as he takes himself in his hand; the first experimental stroke has a shuddering breath tumbling out of him, the next a pitchy moan, so ethereal that it makes your skin raise in goosebumps. Angel collapses back into your chest, sweat sticking his hair at the temples, spine squirming against his rutting hand. His long legs twitch against yours, one tangling around like a snake, hooking your ankles together like holding hands.

It's so achingly sweet you could cry. When your hand wraps around his, forcefully slowing his pace, he whimpers out a broken-sounding noise, and your heart flutters.

He's so perfect. So gorgeous. It's a crime you can't touch him for real.

But for now—this will do. This will more than do.

Angel turns big eyes towards you, round as pennies, brighter than ever with fervour and the beginnings of tears dampening his long lashes.

"Is this okay?" you ask, and Angel nods like his life depends on it.

"Yeah," he gasps. "Yes. Want you to—h-hah..."

"What?" you ask, picking up the pace again. Angel writhes, free hand flying up to grip at the fabric of your sweatpants. "Want me to what, little love?"

Your thumb swipes hard over his tip, and Angel makes a high noise like a piano with its strings cut. "O-oh, oh, please, please I'm so close, I'm so—I can't, I feel so—hah!"

"It's alright," you assure him, heart thudding. The whole display has heat surging in your lower abdomen, but you can't think about that, it's about him, your Angel, it's only about him and tears break over his lashline and trickle down his cheeks as he gets closer to his peak, breathing becoming strained and ragged, and he's hot against you, filling you with a burning heat.

"I can't," Angel says wetly. "Hn, hnn, help me? Please, just—do something, I can't—"

Wordlessly, you push your free hand under his shirt again, circle his nipple before taking it between your fingers and tweaking, and Angel's whole body locks up; his back curves, wings twitching almost independently of the rest of his body, legs kicking at the mattress, and he sobs out as he comes, a pitchy wheezing broken sound that's going to live under your bones for the rest of your life.

He collapses back against you, totally spent. You do him the quiet mercy of tucking him away and pulling his slacks back up, buttoning them about his waist as he makes a face of discomfort. You run a tissue over his hands and stomach, mopping up his spend quickly before nudging a bottle of water against his lips. They're full and rosy as they lazily take the nozzle in, sucking absently like a drunkard going back for another swig.

"Was that okay?" you mutter, and Angel scoffs tiredly.

"Mmmn." He turns on his side, digging his face into your stomach. "It was... nice. I'm too tired to return the favour, though."

Fondness beats through you like a heartbeat, slow and syrupy. "It's okay. There's always next time."

Angel's wings flutter in tandem with his eyelids. "Mm," he agrees with a low hum of exhaustion. "Next time."

He's dead to the world within the next few minutes, breathing against your abdomen; as he sleeps, or dreams, or whatever it is devils do, his wings cocoon the both of you, like he's trying to keep you safe even in sleep.