#and if csm cut out that part

[baronessblixen]

I CAN'T BELIEVE IT I SOLVED THE CSM MYTHARC PROBLEM.

I'M DEAD SERIOUS.

I was typing out an analysis on Mulder's brain problem in 6th extinction and S8 and how it doesn't make sense and I SOLVED ALL OF THE PROBLEMS WITH CSM's ABILITY TO NOT DIE FROM S7 ONWARD.

Spoiler: He accidentally cut out and inserted the Super Soldier chip that was incubating in Mulder's brain while he was comatose in Amor Fati. Explains his En Ami trip, his ability to live past S8/S9 and to this day.

Analysis coming soon.

I'm super curious to read your analysis! How did Mulder have a Super Soldier chip in his head to begin with? Still wish CSM had just stayed dead, if I'm honest.

[laugtherhyena]

Control over time

[the-battle-subway]

had to make a gif out of this sequence from the chainsaw man op because 1. its beautifully animated and 2. twitter made me realize all the plants and creatures shown are parasitic/predatory, alluding to makima's true nature and i think thats so Sick i love Symbolism

[blueish-bird]

writing a Part 1 CSM fic where everyone’s just hanging out, but I can’t work on it for too long or it makes me sad and lonely and a little hopeless because. at least they have each other and an apartment/home and know how to make food lmao.

[ocdhuacheng]

MAKIMA HAS A GREAT NOSE… (terrible eyesight tho 👁👄👁)

[sugar-grigri]

Fujimoto answers you directly in this chapter (yes)

How about reading CSM differently? Or at least cut it up differently? Because the more the chapters progress, the more a certain pattern seems to repeat itself: Part 1 sounds as if Fujimoto is unveiling CSM in its purest form, then Part 2 sounds as if CSM is responding to its own reception by its fans. 

I've already said many times that Fujimoto likes contrast in form and in writing, and this chapter, though brain-numbing, simply follows Fujimoto's own rules, only in an even more accentuated way. 

To prove my point, I recommend you reread chapter 133 "Protest", which for me speaks directly to the divisive image represented by Fujimoto and his work Chainsaw Man. 

I've already done an exhaustive analysis of it, but let's get one thing out of the way: Fujimoto answers his fans in part 2. 

Whether it's by posing a heroine who seems incompatible with Denji, hating the figure of CSM which is nonetheless the work in which she's included, whether it's through the themes addressed by part 2, the question of dual identity, creating antagonists like Fake!CSM, setting up a church (us) around CSM 

We're in a work that speaks for itself, as chapter 137 confirms, and for this very rule, we refer to the previous chapters (an eternal restart).

Chapter 136, entitled "Normal Life", refers to a more-than-CENTRAL theme in Chainsaw Man, the nerve that irrigated the whole of Part 1 Denji's disillusionment, a bargaining chip for the former antagonist, Fujimoto takes his fans by the hand and puts them back into the game they know. 

We see what we'd all expected to see, a Denji who doesn't know how to fit into normal life, who's not cut out for 

In my previous analysis, I explained how not only is Denji incapable of having a normal life, not only because of himself but also because of Yoshida, who offers him this life, and above all because of Fujimoto, who abruptly breaks the rhythm of his own chapter with this aggression, frustrating (I'm sure on purpose) his own fans. 

What Fujimoto does is make you think you were reading in the right direction, showing you a Denji depressed by his normal life, and like a child amused by not wanting to be predictable, he breaks what would otherwise have been a logical thing to see. I mean… Who could have foreseen such a title?

Chapter 137 simply follows the same logic: Fujimoto has foreseen your frustrated reactions and knows full well that you've become attached to Denji, hoping that he'll break out of the cycle of manipulation. 

He plays you in this chapter by setting up a confident, emotionally well-adjusted Denji who pushes this stranger away, reminding her of the rules of respect and consent. 

It's not just Denji's thoughts, the way he would have liked to act, it's also the way YOU would have liked him to act. 

Now I can explain why these chapters, which break with the previous ones in their absurdity, are surely the most important in CSM. 

Many had pointed to the famous cinema reference in chapter 136, others had even noted that chapter 136 constituted chapter 39 of part 2, responding to Makima's date with Denji in part 1 in the same chapter. 

But chapter 39 of part 1 wasn't just interesting for the cinema scene, it was the one that set the rules for understanding CSM. 

In fact, it was this chapter to which chapter 93 responded, with Denji's ideology (in favor of bad movies) confronting Makima (against bad movies).

In the same way, the second chapter 39 (the 136th) also seeks to lay down rules

Chapters 136 and 137 have never been more responsive to CSM fans, stubbornly denying them what they want. 

What Fujimoto does is to return to cinema in its purest form in the second half, using the codes of the middle-aged male slasher. 

That's why the two high-school students go to Fujimoto's karaoke bar, because you're going to find yourself in its purest essence: having fun with the utmost absurdity. 

It's no longer a question of representing cinema, as in the two chapters 39, but of making cinema.

But why a slasher? Think of the mythical slashers that traumatized a generation… Yes… The Texas Chainsaw Massacre is a work that has achieved cult status for having opened the door to a new trend in American horror cinema: the slasher movie. Nothing represents a slasher movie more than a chainsaw-headed hero?

Inspired by the Italian "giallos", slasher movies feature a masked killer, a gang of youngsters and the killings of the serial killer in question. Fujimoto takes up this theme in his own way: Denji doesn't kill with his iconic chainsaw, he's not masked, and it's the young couple who hold the beats and the shady men who get killed.

If we go back to the depression we all expected to see, it's actually more complicated to understand: Denji's depression at being trapped in a type of writing that's too serious for him. 

Here Denji follows the rules of the game, enjoying himself by killing all those old people, saying ironically: "not bad this normal life". 

Because this scene is perfectly normal in Fujimoto's karaoke.  

In itself, Yoshida was right. Indeed, no, Denji is not the hero of the normal film that was unfolding before them. Because they're not in normal life, it's projected onto the screen. CSM's reality is an absurd slasher. It is in this slasher, in this false normal life, that the protagonist, Denji, is.

Denji is the protagonist of another film. And maybe in this one, the world needs Chaisaw Man.

[mncxbe]

#Drafts

𝑨𝒌𝒊 𝒙 𝒇𝒆𝒎!𝒅𝒆𝒗𝒊𝒍 𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒆𝒓

ღೀ๋࣭ ⭑𝒄𝒘: reader feeds on Aki's blood, dry humping, sub Aki// just a little something I wrote cuz the idea of csm men x devil!reader is so yummy

ღೀ๋࣭ ⭑ ღೀ๋࣭ ⭑ ღೀ๋࣭ ⭑

The wooden floor creaked lightly as you tip-toed closer to Aki's bed, alerting him to your presence. "You came again" sighed Aki, looking over his shoulder to find you scooched down on the empty space left on the mattress. His eyes momentarily slid to the clock on the nightstand– 02:14. You really weren't wasting any time.

"Don't act surprised. It's pay day after all" you retorted in that sickly sweet voice of yours, causing the man to roll his eyes in annoyance. "I meant that I'm surprised you caught me at such a convenient time."

It was true, you always seemed to pick the most inopportune moments to feed on him– when he was at the bar with his colleagues or during missions, forcing him to abandon whatever he was doing and find a secluded alley or an empty bathroom stall so you could do your thing in peace. But that was part of your contract and there was nothing Aki could do about it: on the first day of the month you could feed on his blood whenever and wherever you pleased. Considering how powerful your abilities were, at first Aki thought it'd be a small price to pay for the contract, but now he was starting to regret this deal.

He was used to being around devils and fiends, but none of them have ever gotten this close and it was making him feel uncomfortable, strange and most of all– ashamed. Ashamed of how impatient he grows towards the end of each month, ashamed of how excited he is to see you every time, to feel your warm mouth on his skin, ashamed of just how much he enjoys the rush of having you feed on him and how utterly helpless he feels in those moments– like a fly in a spider's trap. He's always sworn he hated devils, so why were you so different? Why did you, a creature of sin and violence, occupy his mind like this– consuming his thoughts every day and night. Was he really that weak? Was he no different from the devils he hunted down, who couldn't control their own bodies and minds? Was it going to get better, would he get used to you or was he doomed to lived in conflict for the rest of his life, in a neverending loop of shame and guilt?

As if reading his thoughts you inched closer to him, your lips curling into a wicked smile. "What's the matter, Aki? Something bothering you?"

"N-no just... Power and Denji are in the next room. Can we just get this over with?" he sighed, hooking a finger under the collar of his t-shirt and tugging it lower, making some space for you.

The room seemed to shrink as you moved closer to him, shifting your legs on each side of his hips. Like a cat taunting its prey you ghosted your lips over the sensitive skin on his neck, making him shudder. "I don't like to be rushed, Aki. You should know by now that I like to enjoy my meals." you spoke in that velvety voice of yours and Aki's eyes fluttered shut. He was unconsciously gripping the sheets below him, his knuckles turning white from the strain– it was the waiting that sucked all the energy out of him, the knowing that soon enough your sharp canines would graze his skin, drawing blood and you'd press your palm on his chest to keep him from squirming.

Slowly but surely, your mouth moved to the nape of his neck and you bit down on his flesh, causing Aki to gasp. His back slightly arched off the mattress and you pressed yourself flush against his chest, keeping him grounded onto bed as you sucked on the little cuts. You swiped your tongue along the ridges of the wound, heat spreading through Aki's body and his toes curled, his chest heaving. The steady loss of blood combined with pent up frustrations and your closeness was enough to make his head spin and strangely enough, he felt so much more present. He was aware of your plush lips and warm tongue on his skin, of the weight of your body on his and the cushy mattress below, dipping down under the two of you. Aki felt like he was sinking. When you bit him again, only a few inches away from the initial wound his whole body jerked up, his thigh jamming between your legs, ripping a moan from you. "Sorry..." he sighed, gripping onto your hips to steady himself but you only bit down harsher. "Ah fuck–"

His head was spinning, mouth watering at the sensation. His dick was growing stiff in the confinement of his slacks and, as if sensing his need, you changed positions, resting your thigh between his legs. Despite his better judgement, Aki thrusted his hips, grinding his clothed erection on your thigh as he panted slowly.

"Enjoying yourself?" you taunted, removing your mouth from his wound and placing a few chaste kisses along his nape. Aki only nodded, his brows furrowing, mouth falling into a small o as he grabbed the back of your thigh, keeping you steady while he slowly rocked his hips. "Y-yea. Feels nice keep going"– his voice laced with urgency and you ran your tongue along his fresh wounds again. Aki felt his self restraint slipping away with each moment that passed– his body reacting to yours on its own. God, he was hopeless, weak and needy, so desperate for something more. Would you give him more if he asked? Would you indulge him, let him use your hand or maybe your mouth to please himself? Or maybe you'd do it yourself... Still, he couldn't and shouldn't, not even once because he knew he wouldn't be able to stop if he actually got what he wanted. So this would have to do.

Aki was too lost in his own thoughts to notice that you'd stopped biting him and returned to leaving wet, open mouth kisses on his neck. Yea... he knew you were enjoying seeing him like this– he could feel you smiling and giggling against his skin, impatiently shifting your hips as you tried to provide him with more friction. Tell me what you want me to do. What could he even say to that? No, he wouldn't allow himself to stoop so low as to let a devil touch him like that, no matter how much he wanted it. "Just keep doing that" he babbled out, bucking his hips into your thigh as he threw his head back in pleasure. If Denji or Power were to walk in the room they'd probably be mortified– the whole display was sinful, straight out of a romantic's painting– your mouth latched onto his throat, your back curved into a perfect arch, your bodies pressed together among blood-splattered sheets. And yet, he loved every second of it.

His breath grew shallow as he felt the coil in his abdomen tighten, ready to snap and he shuddered, his lips lightly parting. The moment your lips fell on his he came undone, riding out his high as he came in his pants. He gave into the kiss, allowing you to dip your tongue into his mouth. The sharp taste of iron filled his mouth– his blood, he was tasting his own blood from your mouth but couldn't care less. He only parted away from you when he grew breathless and his whole body melted into the mattress. The reality of the events that just took place sunk heavy in his mind– he just came in his pants while you fed on him. The familiar guilt settled into his being and he sighed heavily, trying to ignore the wet spot on his crotch. "You're done, right?" he asked in his usual stern voice. At least he had the ability to mask his nervousness.

"I think I should be asking you that" you chuckled, looking down at his body and he scoffed. You knew he was getting irritated by your presence and decided to call it a night– Aki wasn't like other men, he wasn't going to just give in. You knew you had to take it step by step, to ease him into becoming fully yours– mind, body and soul. But you'd get there in time. Pressing a quick kiss to his cuts you finally rolled off of him. "You should get that patched up. Wouldn't want you to bleed out so soon." Aki dismissed you with a quick nod, not even bothering to look at you as you disappeared into the shadows, leaving him alone in his bedroom. Despite his composed demeanor Aki's mind was still racing. He remained motionless, staring at the floor and counting the tiny cracks in the linoleum, counting the days until he'd see you again. He knew this was just the beginning, knew that with each meeting he'd need more and you'd give him more. You'd feed him little crumbs until he had the whole buffet and nothing would be enough to satisfy him– and worst thing is he was going to let you do that and enjoy every second of it.

[starrbright]

GREED AND EVERYTHING BETWEEN

CSM DENJI, POWER, AKI x Chubby Reader

These devil hunters know a thing or two about greed, sure, but the thin line between the difference of a hungry devil and them; a devil hunter, when they met you—it fades easily

AFAB READER. 18+ characters. use of pet names, slight depiction of blood and violence. JEALOUSY ( the title is literally greed 🚶🏽‍♀️) ORAL FIXATION ( FINGER SUCKING, cunnilingus ) DRY HUMPING. thigh riding. blood drinking. vaginal sex. stalking. obsession. power imbalance. power play?

There's fluff here, I SWEAR

9k words. i couldn't help it. I only made this in one post to less the hassle and all that, so I'm sorry if this post is so long that it might annoy you 😭. I hope you enjoy it, nonetheless 💕

I honestly didn't expect this shit to be dark but as I wrote, that's what happened, my hands slipped )) : and this is my first time writing and uploading a work, with nsfw cuts, no less, so i hope i don't disappoint! Criticisms are welcome but please be nice )):

Also, I decided to upload this part now as I figure the next one will take a bit of time and I honestly wanted to upload this now.

Tell me which one is your favorite! HIMENO. YOSHIDA. KOBENI

Denji:

slight depiction of blood and violence. blood drinking. mild nsfw. 2.7k words. oops?

Denji thought he had it all when he got took in by the division. He ate well, slept well, took his time whenever showering, sometimes even got his own money to buy what he wants to eat. He had it all. Well, that is until you came.

A new devil hunter, even same age as him. And what do you know? You got placed in Aki's and Himeno's group!

Denji thought you were odd, different from the rest, not in a bad way is what he was thinking, no, actually as he stared at you, the longer he did, something began to churn in him; curiosity. You see, Denji as young and naive as he is, he thinks this was the first time he had his eyes set on a figure like you had. Thighs and legs that looks like wants to pop out of your thin black pants, shoulders so thick, chest and stomach well round that it makes him think how hard it is for you breathe, but his......concern for you suddenly went away as you waved and smiled at him.

My! You smiled at him so sweet that your eyes crinkled, he doesn't remember if he had seen such smile, let alone directed to him! He realized that he might have been caught staring at you, that's why you did that but even so, you just smiled at him and let out a little laugh that it flustered him! The poor boy! )): He was left so clueless!

So as the days passed by and you following along their group. Denji just grew more curious. By no means, him and Power always piss Aki off with their loud voices and by just being them. But you? Even when your laugh is loud sometimes ( not that Denji is complaining ) and you just being loud when joking around with Himeno or teasing Kobeni, you don't seem to piss off Aki. Frankly, you don't seem to piss off anyone, you always just have this bubbly yet soothing aura around you. And it got Denji looking, more curious and curious everyday.

Ass always on display from your pants that always fitted you so well. Maybe that's why he always find himself walking behind the group these days. But can you blame him! )): And even when you're in pursuit, taking off your coat in the middle of fight just as you preferred it--Denji dares to lose focus at his task and steals a glance at you, he can't help it! Thin white shirt that your chest and stomach strain against it, fuck, he might have as well thrown himself at his enemies as he noticed your bra faintly showing. Sudden violence of urge to just grope your breasts, doesn't matter how big or small they were, all that matters was is how so sure he was that they're fucking soft and he wants to grope them. The hits he got from his enemies was worth it to have focused on the ripples of your body when you move.

Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. It was fucking worth it because it got you running to him, asking him if he was okay, your hands reaching out to him. To him, holy shit. The hits he took must have taken damage real bad because nothing was running in his brain when you kept holding him. Something must be really wrong with him because it got him thinking that he should get hurt more so that this could happen more.

Denji thought he had it all, he really did, until he suddenly didn't. Not when he was always seeing your smile, you smiling at him, time to time asking him if he was okay, asking him how he is, and telling him to be always careful. He thought he had it all, but not when he sees you smiling so sweetly at others, too and he swore that the urge he always have when killing devil's came up when he saw them eyeing you no differently from how a predator would hunt its prey. Others could have sworn they heard a growl, and even almost the sound of chainsaw blaring.

It was only then one night when he concluded that he didn't have it all, after all. And only then he felt how fucking hungry he was. And only then he made his mind to do something about it. Oh, he doesn't fucking know what he'll do but he will do something about it. It was that or pulling the string on his chest and went for those who dared look at you twice.

Because it was sickening to him! How you're just friendly, sometimes clinging to his arm, feeling your softness against him, you speaking to him, to him! With such joy in your voice! And even leaning to his shoulder! ( Was he fucking glad that he gets to shower however and whenever he wants to ) His brain is just going haywire and all the things he was listening about from you was just gone. It was sickening!

So that's how he found himself stealing you away from others, literally. Pulling you in an empty room and you're worried for him. "Denji?" You asked, there's your concerned voice again, pulling him out of his head and was met with your tilted head, worried eyes and fuck, your lips. He wonders how lipstick and whatever the fuck is making your lip shine, tastes like.

"Denji? Are you okay?" You asked again but he just stares at you. And how could you walk closer to him, making this worse than it already is!

You call his name again but this time putting your arms around him, hugging him. Fuck. This was not his plan at all. He just stiffly stood there but he can feel you sigh and smile against him. That's it. He's literally gone, but the touch of your hands against his, bringing them around you, he followed, pulling you closer and you giggled, nuzzling your face to his neck, shuddering him. Oh, this poor boy was lost! Putty in your hands and then you spoke of something that truly broke him. "Can I kiss you?" You asked in such a quiet voice, yet somehow he felt that there was demand to it. He could only nod his head once as your face inched closer to his. He closed his eyes as he felt your lips. Berries is what he was reminded of by your taste. It was you at the beginning who had command, snaking your hand to his jaw, leading him to make the kiss hungrier.

A kiss that started so slow, tastes of each other lingering, turned into sloppier and messier kiss, waking Denji that this was really fucking happening. Just a few seconds ago, he was only standing there at lost as you hugged him but now his hands were all over you, hands just squeezing on every part of you, making you let out sounds that he should only hear.

Tiring from his excited and starved state, you pulled away from him, putting a thumb on his soaked lips to catch your breath but it looked like he wanted more and he does! )): Even when he was panting, his pupils were blown out and still leaning in, arms locking you tighter to him, a wonder to you how he was able to keep up with his muscles that were sure aching from keeping you in place--because of your body compared to his. Oh, Denji couldn't care fucking less about that, actually, that was one of the least things on the back of his mind now that he's got you.

"Aren't you a hungry boy?" You spoke, tease in your voice, fingers trailing his face. Denji said nothing but hummed, blown eyes turning hazy and nuzzle his face to your hand, making you smile. Happy that he finally done something. "Took you a while, huh?" Well, the boy hasn't been so subtle about he was feeling, unlike you, however. You figured that's why he was so pent up just now with kissing you. "I like you, silly." Laughing as you said it, waking him up again from his daze.

He looked at you with wide eyes that never failed to amuse you. He sees that you're waiting for an answer, then he was flustered again. Unable to believe to hear those words, those words that hold such meaning and from you, nonetheless! With voice and eyes so genuine, he never thought he'd see the day something like this would happen to him. He truly didn't have it all.

Until you. "I like you, too." He mumbled against your neck, hiding in your softness. Hearing your soft laugh as you caressed his hair--he had it all.

But that doesn't mean his hunger had finally gone down, in fact, Denji feels it grew more and how couldn't it when he had you now! Every time you smiled at him, talk to him about literally anything with the same amount of excitement, listen to him with so much glint in your eyes, hugged him, kissed him, he grew more hungrier.

And even when it's been known already in the division that you two were together, it didn't stop those others ( fucking assholes is what Denji calls them ) to not look your way with want behind their eyes. Did it make him fucking angry. But to steal you right then and there, kissing you in front of anyone who can see, you always have no choice but to follow him as his lips assaulted yours, always pulling away before it can cause a scene that it already has and your surprised face after, flustered rather, it never gets old.

And don't get Denji wrong. He likes Aki, he cares for him, sure, but to see you there cooking with him, you wearing an apron, a sundress beneath it, looking so lovely. After you decided to surprise him is what you said when you arrived at their apartment. Well, it didn't feel like that anymore, not when you were talking so cozily with Aki, laughing with him as you cooked together, it fucking pissed him off. Sad that he never got the chance to learn how to cook and it angered him that he was sad. He should be the one cooking with you!)) : So maybe he could have the chance of hugging you while you work, maybe time to time, squeeze, pinch your fat wherever on your body, to hear your gasps and steal a kiss from you!

So he did the only rational thing he had in his mind. He walked to both of you and Aki, interrupting you speaking as you felt hands snaked around you from behind but not surprising you as you knew it was him. Opening your mouth to continue what you were saying and being muffled by another pair of lips is what surprised you! Denji run his tongue inside you, not wasting a second, and you had to fight yourself from letting out a moan as you knew someone other than you both was present.

Finding an opening to call out to him, "Denji!" he just continued to peck your lips and rubbed his hands on your hips. Only uttering out a huff once he finished, laying his head on your shoulder. Smug as shit that he can feel yout heart beat so fast against him and with Aki muttering of something that he doesn't give a fuck about at the moment.

Aki honestly needs to be paid more for the stuff that he witnesses because of Denji.

But what do you do when you're finally alone now? You punish him!)) : Saying that it's gone too far )): Telling him off that no kisses or even hugs for a few days, how could you let your sweet boy suffer like that!)) :

But of course, being the obedient boy that he is in your hands, he follows! )): But little do you know that it made him rebel more, even hours of no kiss or even touch from you, let alone be close to him! It made him mad, throat drying by the second.

So can you blame him when he can't hold back anymore? Can you blame him when he comes sneaking in your apartment in the late of the night, with you just done pampering yourself and headed off to bed. Can you blame him when he covers your mouth, pinning your hands together above your head. Your eyes widening, shocked that you didn't hear or felt anything that he was within your premises. But there was so much red in his eyes that you understood why he is the way he is. Can you blame him?

This was your fault! Letting your poor boy suffer! )):

"Denji," You called to him as he freed your mouth and hands. He just hums, falling his face onto your neck, the sweetness of your scent engulfing him. Had you forgotten that he's a fiend? Even though his sense of smell is not that strong. Even with only the faintness of your used scents, your own overpowering, he loved it and he did because it was yours, it was you. So can you imagine him holding back whenever he has the urge to bite you, to taste all of you?

Denji caressed your face and with his continued inhaling from your skin and nuzzling against it, you had a feeling of what he wanted to do. "Denji, no biting." You said, bringing his face to meet yours and the command in your voice and eyes made him whimper the smallest sound. You broke him!

His pout so evident and he looked so disheartened that it breaks you. )): So what do you do? Of course, you let him! "Not too much, okay?" Denji nods eagerly, his blonde hair bouncing and immediately falls back to you. He straddled your hips, arms pinned by him, keeping you in place. With the position, you can feel his hard on but still, he took his time kissing and sucking on your neck and chest, leaving you already a mess beneath him, riling him up more as well.

And there it is. He sank his fanged teeth in your neck just after leaving a mark that everyone was sure to see, a shattered gasp coming out from you as you felt the sharp pain, your arms flinching but Denji just held you down firmer. Both of you moaning together when he finally sucked your blood. How cruel of you! This is what you had been keeping from him!)): The taste of you had his eyes rolling.

Wanting to feel anything besides the pain however pleasing it was still, you looked for more, so you grinded your hips against his. The sound you both let out was heavenly to each other. You can feel your own blood dripping down on you and you knew that wasn't the only thing coming out from you as you continued to grind yourself against him. Denji meeting your pace, both chasing the burning high. His thirst growing more as he continued to drink your blood and drive himself onto your clothed cunt. He knew that the straining of his teeth against your flesh while you were humping against each other was painful, but he couldn't stop now! )): And you can't blame him! Something so good and painful in sync, how can you stop this? You don't know and you don't want to know as with both of your pace was turning fast and needier, running after that blissful end, bodies flinching and twitching, grinding still so hard against each other as you both came, moans so long and loud. Your shuddered and broken breaths while Denji softly kisses where he bit you, easing the pain, but smugness so much in him as he eyes his work, excited for everyone to see. But he's not done yet!

Denji really had it all. Well, he found it by your screaming as he managed to thank fuck, successfully--fuck you. Addicting was hearing you let out a sound every time he pounded himself to you, addicting was looking at your body jiggle every time. Makes him want to taste you again, so he does! He found it by the taste of all of you. And then he found it the morning after as you cooked breakfast together. Well, maybe it was only you who did but only for now. Because as long as he had you, he'll always find it all.

Aki:

stalking. obsession. finger sucking. vaginal sex. 3.8k words. uhhh enjoy.

It started off as nothing, to little and to where he is now; outside, across the bakeshop where you are, that is. Clear view of you enjoying your cake and bubble tea.....alone and that makes him....pleased. It almost seems like you two were together! Surely you were thinking that!

Aki still remembers when you both met. It was because you literally ran into each other, well, it was you rather. Your hands full with stacks of boxes of pastries and your yell that you made when you stumbled to him, thankfully, he was there to keep you steady and your pastries! How kind of him! )):

You're laughing, rambling about how your team was probably starving because of how late you were, on the while saying your a few weeks new in the division and wanted to do something for your team and for others as well. Then you offered him some of the pastries you have because how couldn't you? You were so preoccupied in your own head that you bothered him because you just had to be clumsy! And all he did was kept you from hurting yourself and wasting food, said nothing to offend you or even looked at you wrong, wasn't he so sweet?

So how couldn't Aki's eyes roam in the hallways then, certainly not because he was looking for a rushing click of heels and laugh that echoes. How couldn't he do that when you offered him that treat with your smile he was so sure that was sweeter than was what on his hands. And thankfully, he got to see you again! In the same place you met, no less! How odd was that? But you didn't need to know that he had done his way to know the exact time where you'll go to where you'll be. Aki just wanted to see you again!

And was he disappointed when he did? Of course not! Not when he heard you speak in the same tone that you had back then, gushing of joy and my! You even said his name! You know him! That must be saying something, no? His name flowing out from you so sweetly, he can't help his thoughts--flashing with visions of you chanting it, crying out from pleasure because of him. How could you! )): But you didn't need to introduce yourself to him, apologizing because you forgot before, you didn't need to because he's got a copy of your file, silly!

Reading it like it was a love letter, eager to know more of you but sadly and expectedly, all he got was basic informations. Of course, that wouldn't be a problem. He had all the time in the world to get to know you! And Aki let himself freely imagine you beneath him, apologizing for disobeying him, how couldn't he when you said you were sorry with a laughing voice that wasn't faltering, it makes him want to break it! )): It wasn't like him at all.

To follow so eagerly for someone, following you until you got home to your apartment, it wasn't in him but he just wanted to make sure you were safe! Yes, that was it! Aki just wanted you to be safe! And you are! Alone again, that is. No one to threaten Aki you.

And just when he was about to leave, you began to take your clothes off, how could he forget that? If he thought drinking you up whenever he got the chance to look at you freely inside the buildings of the division, was enough already--oh, how wrong he was! )): Coming out from your bathroom just freshed up in a dark negligee, it wasn't even with shorts, but just a short dress that's only until your mid thighs. Fabric so thin and silky, no difference from how soft you looked. Shoulders round just as your chest and stomach were. The low cut on your chest, showing out your breasts more as you applied lotion all over you. The little opening to the window gave him a whiff of your scent and that alone could make his eyes closed from bliss for a short moment. And of course! You weren't wearing a bra )): He can't blame you! Having to put up with wearing them all day and while fighting, nonetheless. He's just glad for you to be comfortable! More so he can enjoy such a sight. And......you can't possibly be not wearing.....not wearing a panty underneath as well, no? The thought just makes him snap his cigarette, oh how could you! )): The poor guy couldn't take it so he left and he thought it was for the best because he wanted to get to know you first, of course! Isn't he such a good guy? )):

So there he was, outside across the bakeshop where you are. That shop is where you always go, where you sometimes bought the pastries you give for your team and these days, even to him! He couldn't ignore that now, could he?

You were ecstatic, Aki concludes only days of knowing you, so different from everyone in the line of your work. Heels always heavy from the rush of your walking, honestly, someone like you should be annoying to him, but no. If anything, he's found to like your antics, your chirpy movements or voice that will go up whenever you talk to him, or to anyone.....unfortunately for him. But nevertheless, he liked watching you. Even when others were watching as well......Maybe one day, he'll do something about it.

But for now, he walks to cross the street, fully knowing you'll see him and he doesn't doubt that you'll call out to him and invite him over to where you are. That's exactly what happens. You're already holding his hand to pull him in because he said he didn't want to impose on you but you just shushed him and now you're both sitting across from each other, hands still intact that he notices there's some of powdered sugar on your knuckles as he eyes your hands together, that is until you took it back, leaving his own cold. You're looking at the menu to get something for him.

Aki could just stare at you while you were so focused, taking it as a chance to get a good look at you. Your attire was colored light this time, cotton shirt that was still thin enough to stretch around you, high wasted short that showed your belly rolls and fitting your thighs well, the fat spilling on the high chair that's why it gave him access for him to check you out. Aki doubts that everything was sweeter than you in the bakeshop. He's not that keen on eating much sweets, too, but he does anyway because you offered it.

And it was fucking worth it, because now you're feeding him your cake with the fork you've been using, he lets the metal slide out of his mouth slowly, as if to savor the faintest taste of you, rather than the food itself. Somehow, he's suddenly hungry for more.

Your giggle pulls him out of his trance, breath hitching as your hand reached out to his face, thumb grazing on his lower lip--to take off the cream on it, he feels. And how cruel you were! You just had to put your said finger in your mouth while you stared at each other! )): "Do you want more?" You asked giddily, as his eyes stayed on your thumb that was thinly coated with your saliva.

Oh, he fucking wants more and he'll have it.

Sundown was coming and you both were still there, talking so long like never before, your plates and cups already emptied an hour ago. What luck you both had, the encounter gave you the chance to get to know each other, what luck Aki had--because now it just gave you more reason to be close to him and he wouldn't have a problem anymore of you doubting him. He wouldn't have to worry about you liking him. Because he can already feel it as he walks you to your home.

You're stealing glances at him, your fingers gripping your little handbag so tight, little breaths you take from your mouth. That was new. You're no longer your usual buoyant self but what he sees is you being hesitant, quiet--shy. He really wants more. So Aki did you a favor as you guys stopped in front of your apartment. He asked you casually if you wanted to go back again in the bakeshop with him and how your eyes lit up, gave you away, so much. If anything after all, it was him who did a favor for himself because he got to see how eager and happy you looked as he asked it, trying to catch your composure while you answered but nothing could have taken back your enlightment, really. It was already engraved in his mind.

It's all he think about up until he's gone to sleep and what met him when he saw you again. A grin that it looks like you're holding back to keep it from getting wider as you walked closer to him, itching to move how you normally do, especially when you're excited--you're keeping it in, hiding it but he sees through it. He really has watched you, better than everyone who dared to. That alone so much makes him believe that no one should have you other than him. Wouldn't you believe so?

Aki is restless after the day, after all the work he was given, after trying his best to not get his suit stained because he promised it that it will be today he'll treat you to the bakeshop, and that he was--pristine as ever, one wouldn't think he fought three devils just that afternoon as he walked in the shop with you. But of course, his tiredness imeddiately leaving just as he sees you. Clothes untainted. Because of course, this was a date, right? Even with the usual work clothes, you wanted to be presentable, be pretty for him.

And you are, you always are to him. Frankly, he wouldn't care if anything was stained on your white shirt or the black attire, he wouldn't blame you, still think you're so good in his eyes. Ask him to clean it for you and he will-

There you both are again across from each other. He may or may have not ordered slices of cake in just one plate for you both to share, and he didn't miss the interest in your eyes when he requested that. He's such an attentive one! )):

You're feeding him again, said that you have to try it because it's so good and it was his treat after all. Oh, he knows it's good, the little hum you make each time you took a bite and licking of your lips was hard to miss. But he knows it rather tasted better because it had little taste of you again, making sure your eyes were locked onto each other as you put your fork in his mouth, his gaze so warm that it makes you squirm in your chair as you slid off the metal out from him, making sure to lick his lips after and say that it is good. Smirking to himself as your movements stuttered, almost in a daze. He can't get enough. Maybe he does likes to devour sweets.

And that's what he does after walking you home. Pulling you to him just as about you were to walk away, chubby face in his one hand that he held firm to catch your lips, a small squeal coming out of you when your lips met his. Aki's arm roaming around your waist, squeezing on the while to lock you to him, his mouth opening so big that you can barely breathe as he drive his tongue in you, barely keeping up to meet his tongue. He can't help but groan at both of your tastes mixing with each other, the sound he let out was so weakening to you that made you moan, let alone his other hand squeezing your breasts. Even when his hunger couldn't be sated at the moment, he needed to look at you. He pulls away but not before he got your tongue and sucked on it, leaving you a whimpering and flinching mess, strings of saliva from your lips still connected to each other, your eyes are so hazy, lipstick smudged, your lips trembling, you were trembling against him, panting from your mouth and you're beating against him. My, just what Aki has done! )): And what he have in his hands....you were something to devour so godly. He'd have you right then and there but seeing you like that made him change his mind. Patience would be the key as he strokes your face and you sigh, eyes closing with a little smile on your lips, lips that was still dripping with his own saliva, lipstick that were ruined because of him.

And what a good thing you are! Following his words to rest now, saying that you'll see each other the next day again, but of course he had to kiss you again. So sweetly this time, his tongue going so slow to roam in you, gentle how he met your lips. A complete, utter whiplash to the first kiss you had. He knew what he was doing! Riling you up so good and confusing, no less but sure to made you look for more. Because that will just leave things for you both to be even more greater.

How right he was. Each glance you shared, he knew it made you already pleased, the glint in your eyes he can clearly see even from far away, biting your lip to stop your smile, your comfortable squirming when you're within his presence. He knew every day, hour that passed by, he had you in his hands. He doesn't doubt it.

But as much he was amused with keeping your relationship hidden away from prying eyes, the rush from it, fleeting minutes, seconds of affection whenever you both get the chance to; his hand always pulling you to him to kiss you, leaving you breathless every time no matter how short it was. You running to him to kiss his cheek and his hand lingering to your arm to slow you down from walking away. Sometimes your free time aligns and it gives him the chance to pull you away into a room, to embrace you and of course, to kiss you, to kiss you and just to kiss you until you're both tired, heaving for breaths but still wanting for more. The end is always--your legs quite wobbly from all that you did, needing to redo your lipstick, and him fixing his tie, straightening his suit but still walking like nothing happened, like he wasn't burning with smug and his pants so tight to him that was burning as well.)) :

As much as he was amused by it all, he still saw the other eyes looking at you, a threat to him. Always eyeing you and even have the guts to flirt with you, but you were still kind enough to just pass it by. Letting the flattery words that was always laced with something behind it to just go through you and even thanking them sometimes. He doesn't blame you, you were just like that, one of the many reasons why he wanted, needed to have you.

But them, he can't do. They are a problem but because the kind man he is in your eyes, what he only does is finally made his statement, right in front of everyone to see. Striding over to you with so much vigor but still smooth as he is, swooping you in his arms to have your lips on him, relishing in the gasp you let out before he crashed his mouth to yours, less so by the others that were present among you. And he won that moan out from you, from trying to fight it, he got it by after countless times of ravaging your mouth, well familiar of what made you lose it. You're trying your best to stop his other arm to roam around you because you know it will just get worse and you feel him grin against your lips.

Just what had you done to him? Breaking him out of his self just so others couldn't bother him anymore, but it was for the best anyway, so that they know you're his and his alone.

So say goodbye to those fleeting moments because he's found the high in terrorizing others with both your neediness, maybe just his, rather. ((:

You're doing your usual routine of giving pastries to your team? Changed. He's either going with you or suddenly pops out of nowhere beside you, his arm always around you. A smirk that he bites off when they see their lingering stares on his hold on you.

You won't be able to kiss his cheek anymore because it always lead him to hold your face to kiss him and he's smothering you there.

Aki wouldn't be the one to think of when doing those things, sure but he can't help it, he thinks you're pushing him to the edge, he really does but he can't blame you and he won't!

And to the edge is where he found himself. Having enough of keeping out the fire for so long, of both of you keeping on your toes--there you both are now. In your bedroom, lying down naked, just stripped out of your clothes as Aki stared down at you. Still in his work clothes, only out of his black coat, his tie hanging loosely and hair out of its tie, left handsomely disheveled.

Aki had done nothing yet but just kissed you, ripping your clothes from you on the while, your paired underwear only what's left of you as he hoisted you up to bring you to your room, muscles on his arms clenching yet relishing your heavy but soft weight, nonetheless. Lips not parting from each other, you pulled the tie out from his hair and gripped them, making him groan in your mouth and that made you clench around him; legs tightening on him, your core so tight against his abdomen, flinching as you both felt that pressure so good.

Your legs trembling as he put you down standing just at the edge of your bed, towering over you while he put a hand on your chin, his thumb grazing your wet and ruined lips, your eyes looking at him so desperately, and that made it all the better. As he took his sweet time taking off what was left on you, cupping your one breast after, the hand that was still on your mouth had his thumb in you for you to suck on it as he commanded you to take off your panty. With your legs weak as ever, you did as Aki adds another finger in you while you continued to suck on them, whining as his other hand went down to cup your dripping mound, driving it to put force against it that it made you buck your hips to meet his movement.

Not even a finger in your cunt and yet you're already a mess! )):  Your hands gripping so hard on his clothes, crippling its neatness, eyes up so glossy to him, mouth filled with his digits and your drool. It had Aki throbbing so much but he still had patience, how couldn't he when you had the same? So just fucking needy for him and yet you're still so good for him, obedient as you let him lead you on so slowly, relishing that slow but fleeting pleasure he offers. )):

His starving mouth met yours, pushing you on the bed gently and left to nothing again as he stood back up, taking off his coat and he took you in, his chest heaving. All that building up was so worth it, that pent up heat in him paid off as he stared at you; a sweet fucking five star treat, begging to be devoured.

That's what he did, late of the night until almost morning came. Your mind just mindless, filled only nothing but pleasure from all the pain and elation he gave, that you both made.

His teeth rotting because of you, licking and sucking you up like his tongue hadn't tire out already just from kissing you, that damn pink muscle moving against and in your cunt so strong, his fingers digging deep in your thighs to keep you still but you just can't help to twitch every time he moved in you. Though, he even encouraged you to grind against his face, hands forcing on your thighs for you to move on him and you did, pulling his hair while you ride his face and his continued slurping and sucking. After finding your release with you shaking with a yell so loud, muscles pulled so tight, even when you gave out already, he wouldn't just have that, of course!! ((:

Aki needed to see you while putting his cock inside you. )):  Wanted to see your tummy rolled up as he gently with force still, hold your thighs up, wanted to see your eyes roll as he slowly went in, wanted to feel you trembling. See just how beautiful you looked, dried tears on your cheeks while still having fresh ones build up in your eyes, drool falling on your chin, your cum smothered beneath you. Wanted to tease you that you're disobeying him by not keeping still, that your eyes won't focus on him. And of course you're sorry! )): Uttering a babbles of sorry as his hand came up to your face, wanted to see how well you'll keep it in as he teased you by rutting his hips against you, apologies disrupted by crying out his name.

How he heard it so real was nothing compared to his mind. Chanting and chanting it all over again as he finally ram into you. He's hissing every time he drove in, you can't help but clench your ass and cunt each time he did. Your walls filled with nothing but the sound of your cries and his own sounds along with your bodies. Even when you found both of your end, still high and riding that bliss, still inside you, moving still against each other to keep that heat, that pressure that kept you flinching--he went to you, fluttered kisses to your lips to cheeks and to your ears, his quiet but demanding whisper that just kept you on your high. "I think you can give me one more."

It didn't end with just one more.

Power:

dom!reader. power play. get it? power play? IM KIDDINGKSDSJFS im serious 😐. blood drinking. dry humping. thigh riding. 2.9 k words.

Blood curling is what you are, what she feels when she sees you, smell you, feel you. Blood curling.

You're not any different from them, humans, they were all the same--you were all the same. But what Power goes through because of you, it's different. It has her chin going up high to savor that scent, nose scrunching and mouth twitching, even more worse when she sees you, mouth going dry. Gulping deeply just to quench her thirst.

You're not any different, so she wonders why this is different.

Maybe it's because when she first saw you, she was taken aback, from your appearance and even more so by your demeanor. You had a kind face but your eyes said otherwise as you found her own; defeaning. She felt it. If she knew less, she would have thought you were a devil.

Mouth threatened to babble once your scent hits her nose but immediately kept shut as she saw you. Just like that it was different.

Maybe it's because she's insatiable. She is a fiend after all; that would explain why her hunger grows as you walk by. Thighs so full that it jiggled each step you made, your belly hang low, tucked in so prettily in your slacks, chest that looks so plush, shoulders round and fat. Your neck, so little of your neck showing because of your one button left opened. All that she sees made her teeth ache, itching to have something to bite onto. But she was kept in her place. So she still wonders why. )):

But luckily for her, she might get her answer now. Because you're in front of her, not to Aki or Himeno, but right in front of her. Suffocating her, tantalizing so. She's not well familiar with tones but yours, she heard, at least easily anyway. "Ah, I finally get to meet the two infamous recruits." Your voice was teasing, it even had Denji looking, quiet as well, not lapping up as he usually does so when in present in someone unlike him but literally quiet. The both fiend are. It had Himeno laughing and even Aki breaking out a smirk.

"Denji.....and Power." You hang your head out to them in a tilted way, a grin showing as your eyes went to hers. Threatening is what Power would describe it, how you're so tantalizing that it was threatening. And you're now walking away like you didn't had two fiends in the process of being wrapped in your fingers, like you didn't had Power breathing heavily, drool easily falling out as she watched your behind strut so hypnotizing.

She's close to finding why.

Yes, she was onto it, to you rather. Because how couldn't she? You were so hard to miss, your scent lingering that she can taste it, trying her best to let it stay on her tongue. Waking up in the morning so thirsty, somehow she's already waking up Aki for them to get to work early and of course, you're there already.

And there she stays as you linger by the railings, the footsteps of her team going faint but Power only stood still, staring at you. You smirked, hanging your head low to the side, meeting her gaze. "Can I help you?" She didn't answer, she couldn't, nothing running in her mind but only your taste wafting directly to her senses. Then you walked to her, "Something got your tongue, kitten?" you asked, lips still curled upwards and you're looking down at her.

Her stillness gave you access to hold her chin, a quiet and broken gasp out of her as she felt your fingers so close to her mouth. Wide eyes looking at your calm ones, her pupils blowing as you put your thumb in her, mouth opened still but she can already taste so much of you. If that much has had her pulse going crazy, what you did next was something you shouldn't have. Your mouth opening a little as you felt the pain when you stuck down your thumb in her tooth. The sharpness made it so easy to prick your flesh, blood flowing out that made nothing else mattered. Power held onto your wrist tightly and closed her mouth on your finger, eyes going shut while she sucked on it, the pressure changing because of how fast and hard she was sucking. But you're only there, unfazed. Your other free hand working up to her face, to her hair, and up to the little horns she had, petting the fiend in your hands, literally.

Your mind beginning to get a little woozy as she continued to drink, you parted her lips with your other hand, interrupting her bliss. She opened her eyes, pupils still blown, crazed eyes looked up to you. Slowly, you pulled up your tainted thumb from her tooth, both of you letting out a sound as you did, blood still dropping and Power couldn't let it go to waste, licking and gulping what she can have. She was panting, her tongue laid out, copper is what you smell from it but so much different from Power is what she smelled. You knew she wanted more, how she was still clanging onto your wrist, her eyes never leaving yours, feeling her twitch against you, her pulse fast as yours, even her horns grew but all you did was trace her lips with your bitten thumb, her drool and your blood smearing on her. "How adorable." You uttered as she closed her eyes while you grazed her horns. Tamed was her beneath you and you knew she'd be looking for more.

That she does, even just after you left her there like nothing happened again, like you didn't know she would have done anything to have you again, walking away like your cunt wasn't pulsing as her tongue soaked your finger, like your panty didn't stick to your mound as your juices leaked while she continued to drink from you, how good and warm her mouth felt. You strut off again leaving Power lost as ever.

Game set in your mind.

And of course, you were the one who was most enjoying it. )): Intentionally taking all the ways to not run into them but sure enough that your scent would still linger around for her to catch, head turning all around a few times to look for you, frowning as she noticed where it was coming from but no choice but to follow her team as the taste would only last so short and left nothing the whole day. Smiling lightly to yourself as you knew a certain feind was suffering because of what you were doing, because of you. )): It didn't stop there, though. How could it when she was just so cute? Having the guts to show yourself sometimes to her, adrenaline pumping in you for you knew you were provoking such a thirsty creature and suddenly exposing yourself like that was a risk, yet it made you so thrilled, all of your insides pulsing as you see her eyes turn wide. Speaking to their team so casually like you didn't know she just wanted to pounce on you but she just stood still, a grin couldn't be helped to show as you saw how she was gnawing on her lips. Always expecting that you'll let yourselves be alone again but no, you're always just walking away.

And Power has had enough. One's patience could only run so thin, let alone a hungry fiend, let alone her.

So she sneaked off to find you, letting your scent that was in the air to lead her to you and there she found you just standing in the corner where a vending machine was. Preoccupied with getting the few things you bought, you didn't feel her presence grew nearer and even until she stood behind you. Only when you stood up, your back met her front because she was so close to you. With how heavy she was breathing that you feel it on you, you knew it was her, and her marked eyes was clear on the glass of the machine. How they're blown out stared through yours, she can feel that all of you heightened, making you even more appetizing to her hunger. You knew that your game ended here and another new one began.

Power dipped her head in your neck and you gasp, expecting that she'd bite you and suck everything out from you right then and there, the things in your hands were now on the ground. But you were wrong, your composure gone in that second but she was too busy to inhale you to noticed that, her arms sliding around you, trapping you as she continued to nuzzle her face on you, moving the fabrics out of the way. Your breath breaking once she tightens her hold, hands squeezing your belly, the other on your breast, the nonexistent distance on you had her core against your ass--creating that friction that made you flinch to grind against her. Your strangled moan in your pursed lips in sync to her quite loud and surprised, she froze.

With that, you had the upper hand that almost swept away from you. You smiled, a hand going up to caress her face as you thrusted your ass to her, giving that heat you knew she felt just before and it made her buried her face in your shoulder as she squeezed you, that found burning pressure staying. You both weren't standing straight anymore but she's crouched forward to you and your behind bended down to her. Power is beating against you and you knew she was going to be hungry for a new thing. Your hand continued to rake her hair gently as she twitched, little breaths she make that sends shivers to you.

You stood straight and she follows, weakly so. Putting your arms on top of hers, sighing as you laid your head on her shoulder, eyes to the cieling. Calming yourself and her before she wouldn't be able to control herself anymore and just take you there. Power nestled her head on your neck, can't get enough of you, the softness and heat that surrounded her and just everything of you.

With another breath you let out, you took her hand and led the way for you both to your office. Not needing to look back as you already know she was following you like a lost cat, just eager to be taken care of. That's exactly how Power was.

You locked the door and Power didn't waste no time to pull on your arm for you to meet her front again. Wanting to do what she felt earlier, "My! So eager." You laughed, she feels the rumbles that comes out from you as you pressed your back further into her, letting her squeeze you so hard to give what she was looking for but just imeddiately, you took her arms away from you and turned to face her.

Frown etched to her face, if she had ears that can droop, it would have been like that. Your hand came up to cup her cheek, she nuzzles to it. "What do you want? Hmm?" You asked, your voice sweet as ever but that made it all the harder for her to speak. She just continued to rub her face in your palm, hiding her closed eyes but that wouldn't do, so you held her chin to make her look at you, cupping them firmly that her lips puckered a little and her eyes opened. "I asked you a question." Gone was that sweet tone and replaced with a demanding one.

Power squirmed, eyes roaming but you stopped that by squeezing her face gently, eyes that was blinking rapidly met yours unfazed, your eyebrows just raised at her. She whimpered, lips quivering and eyes began to gloss. But your lips only curved up and she was even more.....thrilled. "....W-Want....want to taste y-you..." She managed to let out.

Your cunt pulsed at that, sharp breath from your mouth knowing she wasn't aware of what that words could mean a different thing. But there was time for what you were thinking. "Good girl," you mumbled, softening your hold on her and she untenses, eyes fluttering. You walked to your chair, taking off your coat and hers, but just that. Sitting on the chair, you sprawled out your legs and reached out for her. "Sit." She followed your word and your hand, laying herself down on your thigh. Holding her legs down to stop her from twitching, she was so warm and almost wet.

With the want to hide herself again, you stopped her, "Look at me." She did, however low her head was, she still looked at you. You clenched your thigh as you forced her legs to move down and forward, the act had her flinch and gripped your shoulders, whimpering. "Do you want this?" You asked, squeezing her legs.

Her lips bitten, she nodded hesitantly, and she moves a little to do what you just did but you stopped her. "Answer me." She's now breathing hard from her mouth, eyes still on each other, you waited for her, no matter how your core was fucking aching for so long, the beating of her own cunt going through you. "....Yes, yes, yes." Nodding impatiently this time as she uttered. You lean back and she follows you.

You smirked, loosening your tie and the cuffs of your polo, your arms now on the armchair. "Then move." Her eyes widened a little, unsure of what to do but the throbbing feeling down her had her hands gripping your shoulders tightly as she moved her legs with the try to create that same force you made.

Power released her broken gasps as she found it, continuously so and you're just there watching her grind herself down on you, her head turning to everywhere but your hand went to her face, slowing down her pace, "Keep your eyes on me." You commanded and she nodded, moving again but you didn't let go of her face and instead put a thumb in her mouth. Giving her a warning stare to send a message to not bite her but just suck, and that she did. Tongue swirling against it, her sounds now kept because of her sucking but still loud and whiny as she made her pace fast again.

Having enough of your restraining, the feeling of her cunt and her ass grinding on your thigh, each hump had you feel her pulsation, the fabrics of your clothes made no problem to feel that pleasure but you even think that it made it all the better. A wet patch coming through the place she was on and your own was dripping as well. Her lips wrapped around your thumb as she sucked on it, working her tongue on the while--it made you cut your restraints.

You pulled out your thumb, drops of drool coughing out as her opened mouth continued to moan. She still hasn't found her release, it only made you smug. "Stop." You demanded. With shuddering breaths, she slowed down but still moving, that curling heat still lingering, and you waited for her to come down on the high she was chasing.

You loosen your already opened shirt, bra strap and a little bit off your cleavage showing, enough to wake her up from her hazy state. What she was seeing, understanding, made her already fucked out eyes turned wide blown, a shattered sound as her mouth opened, her fanged teeth baring. You leaned forward while grabbing her tie, closing the distance on your faces, breaths fanning on each other. "Come get your lick, kitten." You whispered to her ear and her face was already on your neck, nuzzling higher until she took a deep breath before biting down.

A loud groan came out from you once you felt not only two but four sharp teeth dig into your skin, feeling the strains on your flesh, fingers gripping on her legs tightly. "Fuck." You swore as she began to suck, the blood flowing out as she drank had your eyes closing, pain all over but you managed to have a hold of yourself.

You move your hips, grinding down on the chair to give something to your throbbing cunt so to shut out the pain, along with guiding Power's waist with your death grip to move her down against you. She faltered from what you were doing, almost choking on your blood while she moaned. Hummed moans you let out as you have an ongoing pleasure beneath and above you and Power was writhing on you, from everything that you were giving her; the softness against her while drinking you up, that burning on her cunt as it pressed against her clothes to your flesh--it pushed her to the edge to find her release. You're following after, both of your movements faltering, she's shuddering, her teeth contracting on your flesh, reliving the pain again and it only made you move harder to let that heat stay, your hips tiring out as you did.

As you both came down from your high, when you lead Power to lean back so you can look at her, ignoring the threatening pain as she pulled out her teeth, blood dripping down on her, she's found your eyes, they were gentle. Only then she found her answer why you were different.

And it didn't stop there. Only then she saw the gentleness beneath your defeaning gaze as you became together. Only then she knew how different you were.

[iridescentscarecrow]

the yoshida inside cover is so interesting to me because so far i've found that all the part two inside covers so far lean very hard into the texture of the city to create this atmosphere of claustrophobia and obvious tension.

it's a lead in from the chapter 98 scene with asa & the class president looking up at the buildings spanning the sky, the palpable lack of nature/plant/greens or any sort of reprise from the grittiness of the city & commenting on how corrupt the city is.

which is why the way the city & the lack of it manifests in the part 2 inside covers reveals so much about each character's reaction to this. i don't think i got at the meat of this though when i initially considered it – the way greenery then sets itself against the city in various instances. i'd got an anon about plant symbolism in part 2 a while back which set me off thinking about it. unfortunately, i am in no way well versed in plant symbolism intricacies so this discussion will only pertain to the way this works re: the narrative.

and the yoshida cover [the first cover to not feature the city at all, the first cover to be set within the wildness of the forest] is so meaningful when it comes this.

ASA & YUKO: UNOBSCURED CITY

all the covers very purposefully do not show the eyes of the characters in question. fujimoto's use of this detail in panels before [the bomb devil arc, the yoshida syringe scene] can be considered to reveal the interiority/obscured thoughts of which jarr with their actions.

here in asa's case the city shadows her. her eyes are bled out of focus, almost by its corrupted grit. yuko, though is different. she's turned her back to us, her eyes can concievably visibly exist in frame but she's looking away/at the city: assigning it its values & ultimately getting swallowed up by it in her quest for justice.

asa dominates the frame & her face is featureless / yuko's figure in contrast is small & diminutive when set against CITY.

i think specifically a lot about the asayuko encounters & the potted plants in their wake. they're set in moments that are potently releases of tension [an anti claustrophobia] which stems directly from them resolving their internal contradictions.

in comparison the leadup to the "don't come to school tomorrow" scene (chapter 105) is full of tension & also plantless: there is no shade, no intersperse. they're sitting in the glaring sun, their conversation occasionally cutting away to CITY attributes: telephone wires/buildings. later, yuko lights a bonfire. fire burns away plants and the fire devil is also the presence that burns down denji's house. the same house with the potted plants nayuta & denji grow.

ASA & KIGA: SHADOWED [] & FEATURELESS SELF

the movement of shade here is genuinely so impactful when considered alongside asa & kiga's covers. for kiga the classroom itself is dim. outside, the sky's light peels back the room's darkness and renders kiga within it.

kiga's setting within the classroom is i think extremely important. during the sisters' public safety breach, kiga makes asa & her keep their school uniforms on. she's never appeared outside it, in fact. she's so settled within this particular role that for her the grittiness of the city is instead manifested by the classroom. more on this later but:

what strikes me is the featurelessness to both of them. they're both horsemen & their faces are bled of indicators – the ringed eyes & the scars that portray their status. you are left with their hollow schoolgirl bodies. it's a very specific flavour of contextualisation, one that offsets the decontextualisation that is [removing families|ripping off uniform/clothes|turning the hybrids into weapons]. asa's power functions through context, through a thing's history, through the guilt of its weaponisation. kiga's appearances always occur at moments where asa is struggling with context (the fight with yuko & her mother's uniform, the aquarium date, her feeling things for the CSM).

KIGA & MIRI: OBSCURED CITY

> the grittiness of the city is instead manifested by the classroom for kiga.

but the miri cover is not that. its shielding (through the potted plants) works against the CITY so much to that the tension to it is almost invisible. the potted plants here are in a way indicative of miri's self illusion of agency and it's something i have a lot of fun comparing to miri's actual cover, with the lucky clovers & that grin on his face as he holds onto the beautiful butterfly of a sword that he materially is.

the nature of the CITY in these two covers is also something to be commented on: for kiga, as i said – the city is miniscule (the sky dominates). miri's presence in his frame is more visible yet simultaneously the city threatens all the background & the angle both emphasises his smallness & enlarges him.

i do find it interesting how miri's eyes are specifically cut out frame. they're visible: he has his own interiority occuring outside this narrative, his own story of himself, but it is inconsequential to the pawn that he is. yuko's eyes while also obscured by framing are within frame. her motivations are essential to the narrative she operates within.

MIRI & YOSHIDA: THE PLANTS

while the [potted] plants grant a reprise from the claustrophobia for miri, the forestry punctuates yoshida's inside cover's tension.

i've already talked about yoshida as a framer for part 2 in an earlier thread of mine (chapter 156, if i'm not wrong) but bringing this into light next to how yoshida excludes himself from the city is interesting. this exclusion is what brings him claustrophobic tension, this abnormality. he is not participating in the city.

i think a lot that surrounds yoshida's character right now is speculation but balancing this with the syringe/head pat scene & the theater scene does bring out a picture of very potent pain (self enacted) when it comes to his own circumstance. the plants around him are wild, undomesticated & unlabelled (his existence as the framer) – in sharp contrast to the potted things grown within cities as hope.

KIGA & YOSHIDA: STANCES

kiga & yoshida's postures mirror each other. they're both faced down, towards the ground, arms held limply at their side. they're both stagesetters: yoshida framing for us the narrative with his two choices, parasocial relationships dialogue / kiga pouring her hunger into the world of part 2 & directing asa's weaponisation.

they're both in areas that are NOT city & CITY is not what inspires their respective tensions. kiga is working within the classroom, education – feeding into people what hunger is and what it means and teaching them what to want. yoshida dons the school uniform to adopt his role before reverting to the public safety suit!

their conversation too, set into perspective for us the overarching plot of part two.

Afterword:

there's so much to tease out from these covers and specifically the urban and urban lifeforms presented to us in part two. there definitely can be analogies drawn to part one's city mouse/country mouse metaphor (*) but i also think that the way autonomy is written at this stage of the story makes this particular play of tension a far more nuanced iteration of (*) and it's one i'm particularly interested in seeing explored in future covers.

thank you for reading!

[randomfoggytiger]

This is an abstract one, so ignore it if nothing comes to you, but I'm curious if there's any fics you can recommend that have the vibe of the dancing sequence at the end of Post Modern Prometheus.

Like carefree, happy, totally in love but repressing it (or not), suave, smiley, that kind of thing. Not actually a tag to the episode itself.

I have innumerable fics that fit this vibe-- so innumerable, in fact, that this category had to be whittle down to dancing stories, then cut down further to only include Post Modern Prometheus scenes. (But don't worry, there'll be a Part II sometime soon~.)

Partying and Pondering Post Post Modern Prometheus

@scenes-in-between/scullywolf's The Post Modern Prometheus (Ao3)

PMP Mulder is still foggy from the drugs (a precursor to the dancing fics; but begged to be included nonetheless.)

@purrykat/mylifeinshadow's The post-modern prometheus (pretty please)

PMP Scully looks up to see Mulder inviting her to dance.

Diana Alexander's Time Slows Down

PMP Scully's thoughts as she dances.

@agentwhalesong (Ao3/Alt. Ao3) Throughout The Years - Chapter 5

PMP Mulder's bittersweet thoughts as he and Scully dance.

Madeleine Partous's (The Annex) Unbound

Post PMP Scully ponders her druggie-like existence as she and Mulder part ways with the Mutato on a highway surrounded by fields.

a_steady_wish's Things You Said on the Highway

Post PMP Scully enjoyed her dance, bantering with Mulder about doing it again some time.

@leiascully's (Ao3) OctoberFicFest Day 16: Dance (Ao3)

PMP Scully has their dance seared into her memory.

@i-gaze-at-scully/i_gaze_at_scully's

Alter the Ending

AU PMP Mulder dances with Scully under the streetlight.

In black and white

AU PMP Mulder and Scully dance under the streetlight, but with a little more existentialism.

@syntax6/syn's (Alt. Tumblr)

Post PMP Mulder beaten down by Mutato's imprisonment and the fact that "Samantha" hasn't reached out again.

@nowwhateinstein's (Ao3) Don't Know Much About History

Post PMP Mulder invites Scully over for a Thanksgiving movie night. (Does it count if it's not Mulder and Scully dancing?)

@ghostbustermelanieking/skuls’s Unnamed

Post PMP Mulder and Scully celebrate Thanksgiving on the road.

Mulder42Scully5's Getting Out of the Car

Post PMP Mulder pulls over so he and Scully can dance in the rain.

CSM's C'est La Vie

AU PMP Scully invites Mulder along on a luxury couples cruise.

Enjoy!

[mr-paul-phoenix-downer]

Spoilers for the latest chapter of Chainsaw Man below

like really, I think part of the beef between Yoru and Pochita is the fact that chainsaws aren’t actual weapons so she doesn’t have dominion over him like the rest of the true weapon devils.

and as to why she called Gun and Tank her children? War is the mother of invention of course

which probably sheds some light as to why she’s partly motivated to free her “comrades” cause odds are, she sees them more as her children.

After all, Nuclear Weapons only came about because of World War II.

And considering how she just magically summons Tank and Gun to her, she’s probably rather possessive of her kids too. She’s effectively sacrificing two of them to potentially save the others.

As to what the Chainsaw Devil really is, some people have speculated he’s actually the Birth Devil, but I don’t think that makes much sense when all we see him do is devour devils to erase them. Considering how chainsaws were originally invented to assist with child birth only to be repurposed as foresting tools, I would argue that the Chainsaw Devil’s abilities come down to being able to “cut” in the same way you can use the cut command on a word document to take out things you don’t like, which is precisely what Pochita does in not just the last few chapters but also in the backstory of CSM where it’s revealed he’s erased concepts both real and fictional that negatively impacted the (human world.) also uncharacteristically for a Devil, Pochita has always shown a high level of general kindness that, just doesn’t seem to make a whole lot of sense. Sure the last time he popped up in Denji’s headspace was rather ominous but who can really say that was actually a manifestation of Pochita?

[lancuchwidzialmezczyzne]

How do you feel about 174 💀

You are probably referring to Yoshida's apparent off-screen death and how I'm handing it. Actually, after reading the chapter I didn't even think about the possibility. Only after I checked Tumblr I have discovered people proclaimed him dead.

Tbh I don't really buy it.

And I swear this isn't just copium. I guess part of me just expects better of Fujimoto. See, Yoshida's arc wasn't over. The dude was going through something and there was a clear build up. Killing him here wouldn't be a natural conclusion to his character. Besides, I think he will die much crueler death (or at least more ironic; like being killed by Public Safety or sth).

I'm quite upset by Octopus dying. Now, it's just my personal headcanon, but I always saw bond between Octopus and Yoshida as something special, maybe even friendly. I always thought that Yoshida had a contract with Octopus at a very young age and got really close to it. Like, maybe he was in an emergency and had to make a contract but that led him to Public Safety. It's just that we don't see Yoshida paying price for using such a powerful devil.

So loss of Octopus, while expected, had an impact. I think it will be back though.

I think we can all agree that for the plot of csm to progress the devils inside Pochita's stomach must escape.

We can't have plot without conversations, so mouths must come back, that's for sure.

Fujimoto has a perfect opportunity to use the whole "chainsaws were made to perform birth surgery once" thing by cutting Poticha's stomach.

And also, it's just a great chance to unleash devils that Poticha ate before the plot of csm. The horrors beyond our comprehension. I think it's leading up to that. I mean, one of the best and most horrifying scenes in csm is when Makima explains all the concepts that disappeared. I think it would be a waste to let them just exist as those terrors locked safely inside Chainsaw's stomach.

Anyway, yea. I am still kinda grieving Yoshida despite not being certian he's dead. If that's how he really dies I will be a little disappointed tbh. I'm just kinda sad, like my heart hurts just by thinking of him. I know I act silly while talking about him but I genuinely like his character and I want it to be fleshed out as much as possible and a sudden off-screen death feels like a waste of potential.

Anyways, thanks for checking up on me!! Asks are very appreciated :))

[dadsbongos]

engloutir

1.2 K words

warnings - incredibly vague spot in the csm timeline (somewhere post vol. 11 but before part 2), character study stupid daydream bullshit, angst :) and fluff, IMMEDIATE SPOILERS

summary - Denji has never been one to see himself as a "settle down" kinda guy, but now he might be ready for you (not so much plot).

You have to remind yourself, often, that Denji is another person. Under the chainsaws and the lackadaisical attitude, he is still a man. Soft and flesh and tears. Man.

He sits on your porch now. Makima gone. Power gone. Aki gone. Brothers and sisters and lovers - all for a moment in the blip of his lifetime, all beloved with each stretch of his heart. He’s quiet - bizarrely - staring up at the blanketed stars. Chairs shoulder to shoulder, you’re expected to take the one by him.

“I didn’t know if you wanted anything so I got you - uh - this,” you hold a warm mug out over his shoulder. It was a gift from Himeno, on your first birthday since meeting her. Light blue with a picture of you two printed ugly and wide across the front, “Just warm milk.”

“I think I’m lactose intolerant,” Denji takes the mug anyway. He thinks it’s nice you were concerned about his tastes, but he’ll eat anything. He’s hungry for it all and he always wants more.

“I can get you something else?” you hold a hand out and he wants to take it - drag you down with him, but that’d be sullying and he doesn’t know if he’s quite that hungry.

“Nah,” he sips from your warmed milk and honey and you remember he’s been through hell.

The bags under his eyes have gotten heavier and his shoulders slouch a bit more than they used to.

“This is perfect,” his sharp teeth might cut right through your mug, he almost wants to. Just to leave evidence he was ever there. That you let him in.

He’s always liked you - you were kinder than the others, more patient, more attentive, more genuine. Now that Makima can’t hold the leash like she used to, he realizes he liked your method better. The gentler hand that feeds what he asks and chances being bit rather than shoving escargot past his teeth.

Sometimes you forget he’s hurt, it's easy when he usually isn’t so quiet - he can talk faster than Power could clear a room, and he puts it to good use when he doesn’t want people asking questions. You feel bad you don’t ask, especially with the way he stares.

You crawl over the armrest to your other deck chair and stare into your own mug. Plain water is mostly all you can stomach these days. Everything else tastes like Aki and Power and Himeno and Beam and Angel and Galgali even though you know it shouldn’t. Kishibe told you it’d get you killed.

Maybe you shouldn’t have let Denji live with you - milk may start to taste like sunset hair and a vulgar tongue. Maybe Denji won’t be able to stomach water.

It’s cold tonight. And Denji sees you shiver.

“Where’s your jacket?” his tone is accusatory, “Trying to catch something?”

“Forgot it inside, I think,” you know you did, pouting as you huff soon after, “I don’t wanna get up…”

Denji is not selfless, but he sets down the mug with you and Himeno stretched over and braces his hands on the armrests of his chair, “Want me to run inside?”

“No, no!” you bat his arm until he’s relaxed again, “Don’t ruin this.”

It’s a common night. One you see more often than not, but Denji would write home about it just because it’s seen from a clean porch in a cushioned chair outside a nice apartment. With you. But he can’t write home - and the more he thinks about it the more he realizes it might just be because he’d be writing back to you.

The water is flat and plain on your tongue, but it’s better than cracking over the soda Aki used to always buy you when he’d see it.

Denji’s milk is starting to cool and form a thin film over top - he hates the film but he will drink it anyway. Because he is starving, and because you made it.

Denji wants to unhinge his jaw and swallow you whole. Not to hurt. Not to kill. To keep. He wants you in his mornings and he wants you at night. He wants you forever and always and he wants you in my palms. He wants you to want him - want him for Denji, for the human beneath the chainsaws and surrounded by the flesh. To make sure you need him like he does you and secure you like he couldn’t with Aki and Power.

You feel like the warm blanket in December, when you can crawl into a bed at the end of the day and rub your feet together while curling into a ball.

He wants you to swallow him whole.

And when you look at the emptiness left in his chair and ask, “Can I sit with you?” he feels like you’re about to.

He hums and scoots closer to the leftmost arm of the chair, looking up at you as you stand. His eyes are big and wonderful and you can almost see stars twinkle in their reflection - or maybe that’s just Denji.

Almost as he was when you first met him. With big, loud words and no sense of his place.

“You can sit on my lap, too, if you want?” he’s grinning now, and this feels natural.

Talking about how he avoids his birthday and answering the phone can wait another day - for now, he just wants a blanket in December and you’re taking his offer. One leg looping over his and your side caving close to him.

“Such a perv,” you pinch his skin and notice there’s more fat than when you first met him. You don’t say anything, you don’t want him to think too much about it.

“You know it!” he holds out his mug and you clink yours with it, he polishes off his cold milk and the bitter, nasty film that formed on the surface in one gulp. You sip your water and lay your head against his shoulder.

He’s calmer these days, though, and you assume it’s what he’s been through. Having to return from hell.

“Wanna go to the store with me tomorrow?” you angle your head to stare at Denji.

Moonlight mirrors off his skin nicely - cherry cheeks warm against yours and eyes sweet when they turn back to you. You don’t know exactly what you two are, but you do know that if he leaned down to kiss you - you wouldn’t stop him.

“Sure,” he stares a little longer and you hope he likes this angle of your face, he doesn’t think there’s a possibility he couldn’t, “The one with the dog on the sign, right?”

He still likes dogs - you assume that’s the memories of Pochita. You’re glad Makima couldn’t rip that from him.

You nod slowly, grinning at him as he beams back down at you, “Duh. And the free samples.”

“Fuck yeah!” he kicks his legs out and onto the porch banister and leaves them there.

His muscles are less tense now, and when you stretch your legs out to rest by his, he melts into his chair even further - because he is hungry.

He will drink the milk and eat the film and consume your presence in its entirety. He wants to swallow and be swallowed. To be secured like neither of you could do before. Whole. Entirely.

~~~

@chainsaw-man-inserts finally... a return to chainsaw man

[dimepdf]

★  𝐄𝐕𝐈𝐋, 𝐎𝐑𝐍𝐄𝐑𝐘, 𝐒𝐂𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐀𝐋𝐎𝐔𝐒, 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐄𝐕𝐈𝐋. + 𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐄𝐋 𝐃𝐄𝐕𝐈𝐋 & 𝐀𝐊𝐈 𝐇𝐀𝐘𝐀𝐊𝐀𝐖𝐀

masterlist. / taglist. / any request? synopsis. how your boyfriend would react to you calling him pretty .

─── ☆ notes. first time ever writing anything for csm i've never seen the show tho i'm too afraid that i wont like the voice actor or Angel Devil and will get the ick i need more Angel Devil fics in my life, so i just made my own .

─── ☆ length. 1.9k (16 mins) .

─── ☆ genre and warnings. +18 nsfw under the cut. minors dni, gender neutral reader(doesn't describe readers genital), head cannons, established relationship, sub!angel, wing kink, massages, praise kink, sub!aki, oral sex (m), pet names, cowgirl , whiny men, whimpering, vocal sex, biting, dry humping, grinding | — feedback is always welcomed & don't forget to reblog 🤍

AKI HAYAKAWA !

Aki doesn't have many relaxing days dealing with his career path, it was a surprise that he even had time to have a committed relationship knowing that his life was on the line 24/7 dealing with what he had to deal with after every clock-in.

You hadn't blamed him for his inexperience, instead finding it cute that his little tough guy persona would crumble every time it came to exploring the sexual part of your relationship.

He had his rational fears when it came to sex, but the one that would always stick to the back of his head like a bright neon cue sign would be his fear of finishing too quickly.

His fear would only be smothered by your complete ability to not give the poor man a lick of mercy under the sheets, practically milking all that you could get out of him before he would be panting like he won a marathon.

Taking all control from him the minute you stepped into the bedroom it was admirable how easily Aki would melt at your ability to have him at his knees for you.

“Can I give you a blowjob Aki?” The question had sprung out of the blue in a usual bored tone. Lying spread on the floor resting against the carpet playing with one of the loose hems of the cushions on the ground.

You hadn't had to face your boyfriend who stood in the kitchen washing the dishes to know what his flustered expression looked like, knowing already that you had wiped that scowling resting expression right off his face as he cleared his throat. “I mean, if you want to, I wouldn't mind.” the sound of water running from the sink came to a halt, as he sets away the last dish to dry wiping his hands dry and glancing at you.

“Do you wanna move to the bedroom or?”

“No, I'm too lazy.” You sigh, flipping to your stomach and crawling closer just enough to tug him by the belt loop of his pants. “Let me suck it here,” Aki concluded that he would never get used to your boldness, exhaling at the sight of you on your knees fumbling so eagerly with his zipper hands searching out for his dick as you released his length from the waistband of his briefs.

“I swear sometimes you're insane.” Aki chuckles trying to hide the dizziness in his tone as your hand strokes him from the hilt, the dryness of your palm making him grunt as his dick reacts.

“Oh yeah?” You coo, smiling up at him. “Maybe if you weren't so pretty.” Aki shivers at the compliment, his blood running hot by the instant as he whimpers from your touch.

The noise alone deepened your smirk, watching him unfold slowly from your knees. “You think I'm pretty?”

“You're the prettiest boy I've ever seen, Aki.” you hum, dragging your tongue on the underside of his dick wetting him up enough for your hand to stroke him without much of a hassle.

“You're just saying that,” he whines stumbling against the counter, holding the edge on for dear life as you twist and squeeze him.

“Want me to prove it?”

He should have said no, Aki should have just let you spit out any cheesy little pet name that you could manage to knock around in that cryptid little brain of yours and moved on as you sucked the soul out of him through his dick but no he just had to taunt you.

Riling you open was like opening pandora's box he should have known the second he was ready to cum with your tongue wrapped around his dick and hand fondling his balls his knees were about to give out hands sweating as they gripped the countertop only for you to pull away and drag him to the bedroom by the collar of shirt what you were about to do to him.

Lying on the bed with his arm swung over his face, nails digging into the pillows as each time you bounced on his dick with no mercy he would whine out your name like a plea.

Aki was convinced you were a demon. You had to be with the amount of stamina that would course through your veins being fueled but his pathetic moans and whimpers.

He was a mess, having you edge him repeatedly you had recognized what every twitch and fidget meant enough to prolong his orgasm for so long Aki felt like he was melting into the mattress by now.

“Just cum inside me, I know you want to.” You had the nerve to taunt him as if he would ever reject such an offer, kissing small little bruises all across his torso as you rode him getting off purely on him slowly, even more of a mess under you.

Aki was one to always follow commands exactly when they came from you in that tone of voice, letting his body relax as you rode him all the way to his orgasm biting in his arm to keep himself from shouting out as he let go inside of you.

You continued to grind against him, watching your boyfriend as his hips greedily against your muscles twitching, crying out your name, just the sight alone was enough for you to fall in love with him all over again. “You look so pretty right now Aki.”

ANGEL DEVIL !

There was just something so rightfully possessive about having a partner that only you could touch, your thoughts weren't always naive and innocent.

You knew the effect you had over him, the way his eyes would widen how he would fidget under your touch.

If it weren't for the violent and demanding nature of your job you would have had the demon all spread out against your mattress begging your name for hours on end just to see his cute little face all blushed and bothered.

A free day off like this where Aki wasn’t breathing down your neck about training over there was no demon to kill for the sake of a shitty paycheck, you would spend your time bothering Angel with some nature coupley hangout stuff all tucked and snuggled up in your apartment.

He had sat on the edge of the mattress, eyes barely open as he had fallen trance to whatever baking show he had switched onto the Tv, rocking a major bedhead and shirtless to let his wings breathe without much of the hassle.

Wearing a matching pajama bottom set, plaid dark green pants snug against your waist, sitting against the headboard scrolling through your phone when an idea popped into your head.

With a smirk you crawled behind Angel, settling just behind him and resting your chin against his shoulder.

The hybrid hadn't thought much of the gesture, his attention still simply glued to his show instead tilting his head to the side to have you better snuggled against him.

And then your hands started to wander.

Angel knew that he never should have trusted your lingering fingers, the way they start from around his hips dragging up to his ribs.

The warmth of your skin against his enticed an exhale from his lungs. There was just something so relaxing about the brush of your fingers against his skin that made him feel so loved.

But then you get cocky, his shoulders instantly tensing up feeling your hands comb through the outer layer of his feathers, gently massaging the bone structure of his wings.

Sparks shot up his spine with every tingle, his lips pressing tightly together at the brush of your chuckle against his neck knowing exactly what you were doing to him. “Don’t—” you kiss against the sweet spot against his neck, his protest being cut quickly by a shaky breath before ducking away from your lips.

His hand pushed your face away, the other covering his face as it began to glow a new tint of pink, “ah I just wanna make you feel relaxed honey.”

You taunt swiping away his hand instead wrapping the arm around your neck to pull his front face into your chest.

Angel hadn't bothered to wiggle out of the hug instant melting farther into your touch as your hand combed through his feathers watching with a smile as each brush left his wings twitching for more.

“Doesn't it feel good?” paired with the small whines muffled from your chest to the way his fist clenched onto the back of your t-shirt, you had him squirming against your touch.

Angel flinches as your fingers lower to the inner part of his wings, just where they met to connect to his spine. Needing the muscle enticing a pitched noise from his throat you could only assume it felt so good seeing him shudder a moment of silence passing through before you could finally connect the dots.

Leaning back trying to get a glimpse of his face, Angel punches you right in the torso, the hit not carrying much force but enough to knock you on your back. “Did you just–”

“Shut the hell up.” the male hissed glaring at you through his thick lashes, his frown only deepening as you laugh at the sight of his erection tight against his pants. While he sat and pouted you had managed to yank Angel onto your lap straddling your hips as he shoved your hands away from his wings and crossed his arms. “I hate you.”

You laugh even harder seeing his wings flare up, managing to spread almost to their full width if it hadn't been for the shoebox of a bedroom you had.

Nonetheless, the sight of him on top of you was more than enough to ignite the flame festering below.

“What, I can't touch my pretty boyfriend?” You cooed, grinding your lower half into his ass.

Angel’s glaring expression shifted to something softer knowing how easily he would give into pet names you were willing to use your best cards tonight.

The way he looks down at you would've been enough to drive any sane person crazy.

The blown dark pupils peeking through his thick lashes and pouty pink lips silently begging for your kiss the bright halo that glowed just inches away from his head would have been enough to convince you that you had finally died and gone to heaven.

“It feels weird…too sensitive.”

You adjust him a bit more forward, hands resting against his slim hips to give you enough space to grind against him without much placement bother.

His cheeks only became more flushed as you smiled up at him as if you were doing absolutely nothing wrong, “aren't I always gentle baby?”

Your hands move from his hips reaching his wings only for Angel to brush the feathers into a different position instead encase them around you both closer to your reach. His arms uncrossing to lean his weight forward, his hand resting against your torso to help him balance more.

His fingers tremble against your chest as yours brushes through his feathers, his head tilted to the side ignoring making any sense of eye contact like his erection wasn't throbbing against your lower stomach.

Your hips shifting up from the mattress Angel shivers, biting his lip to keep from whimpering out like he was in heat. Your touch was so stimulating as your fingers touched all his sweet spots. “J–just let me put it inside already.”

You smile at his begging, watching his hands free his dick from the waistband of his pants eagerly. “Maybe I should touch your wings more often.”

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i'd love to hear your thoughts on studio trigger, what you think they do well, and what they suck at, cuz it seems like you got some strong feelings

ig tl;dr: I don't think I'm part of the target audience.

I loved trigger when they were doing vaguely gay shit with girl protags or himbos. Their latest releases have been power fantasies for teenage boys which is pretty lame. I've already ranted at length on dynazenon and complained multiple times on how edgerunners was just walter white worship for weebs.

Don't get me wrong, the visuals and style are amazing, no one does it like Studio Trigger, but story and character-wise they feel pretty hollow imo, like they were made for the type of audience that wants Chainsaw man to be just about a super hero that cuts shit down with his chainsaws instead of everything else that makes CSM good.

It's also frustrating seeing so many people tagging dungeon meshi posts with stuff like "thank you trigger for the gay stuff" or "gay anime studio doing gay stuff, what a shocker!" when in reality they're not lmao. The most queer rep they've done is have a bg poster in a 2 second shot in Gridman.

I made these posts while watching dynazenon and then the movie came out to confirm it lmao.

IDK I guess I just fell out love ig.

[carefulfears]

let's chat about mulder and names <3 (and bear with me because i'm not feeling great today)

"who'd you tick off to get stuck with this detail, scully?"

following only "no one down here but the FBI's most unwanted," and "isn't it nice to suddenly be so highly regarded," his third wise-crack is the first to address his new partner by name; effectively endowing dana with new identity as soon as she crosses the basement office threshold.

one of the few things that i get a kick out of in season nine, is how everyone has a first name again, after mulder leaves.

characters that we have known for years as "scully," "skinner," "doggett," and "reyes" become "dana," "walter," "john," and "monica."

it means something else, in this particular group, in this particular absence.

when scully's father passes away, mulder addresses her by name for the first time (visibly throwing her off as she clocks the difference, chuckling and repeating it back) to check on her personally, before suggesting that she take some time away from work.

and this continues to be the line drawn throughout season one, a way that he signals a personal connection apart from the professional; notably here in lazarus, when concerned for her safety ("this one is important to me")

carrying over to his next partner, he also utilizes this timing to establish connection with krycek, when they were working together.

(i believe that krycek is the only character other than scully that we hear mulder call their first name? do with that what you will!)

and seven years later, to reference and recall that connection, in the end.

after nearly a year together, always the learner, scully attempts to reciprocate this method; addressing him by his own first name, when she has something personal that she wants to communicate.

when she's cut off, and he interrupts with a laugh and shake of his head.

he tells her, "i even made my parents call me mulder," which is not true- but as discussed here- isn't a ploy for distance either. rather, it's more to say, "this is what i prefer from those close to me."

his parents, diana, senator matheson, CSM at times, all call him "fox." everyone in his personal life (aside from TLG) calls him "fox," regardless of if he's asked them not to in the past.

for some, it's a power play. for others, an insult. some just don't care.

my favorite thing about this scene in tooms with scully, is that she doesn't pause. she doesn't reconsider, or redirect. she doesn’t address it. she doesn't look away. she attempted to establish intimacy in one way, and was communicated with, and she takes it in strides.

it's barely a breath before she says exactly what she had planned on saying, adjusted only slightly to accommodate: "mulder, i wouldn't put myself on the line for anybody but you."

our first introduction to another scully girl, a comatose dana tells her sister through astral planes to say "mulder."

i love this about missy, that she holds crystals over her sister's body and listens. she instantly corrects herself the next time she sees mulder, offering that respect her sister had demanded.

and the first time we hear scully speak after her abduction is to correct her mother, before even opening her eyes.

this is part of their secret language, these identities that they have. the name that he gave her, and the one that she never questions. she takes him exactly as he offers.

diana says "fox" like she has something to prove, scully says "mulder" like it's an endearment. her secret treasure that only she understands.

after all, scully has heard this story: the only thing that stays the same each time mulder recalls samantha's abduction, is his memory of her screaming for him.

"fox" is the last thing that he ever heard his sister say, and it remains hers only. the only exception being the lost children that he tries to save, for her, whom he always introduces himself to by first name.

after a while, that intimacy trick from the beginning becomes moot, as the professional becomes the personal. the work becomes life, and dana becomes scully.

she might be “dana” to everyone outside of that office, but does it compare?

and he only employs it one more time between season 1 and season 9, in the field where i died, an episode all about connection and interpersonal fate.

a whisper, a question: dana, if we had known each other always, in every life, would it have changed things?

she gives him his answer: no. she wouldn’t change a day. and she remains “scully.”

(look at my baby daddy dawg i'm going on the run from the law)

until season 9 brings change, and they are so removed from that office that it would be unrecognizable.

and she’s “dana” over and over. she’s “dearest dana.” she’s his “son’s mother.”

and 25 years after that car outside tooms' house, we hear scully use his first name for the second time. barely above a whisper, it's a personal confession; he's her secret-keeper, he's her accomplice, (he's her son's father).