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nyimasu · 1 year

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───── 𝑃𝐴𝐼𝑁𝑇 𝐼𝑇 𝐵𝐿𝐴𝐶𝐾

PAIRING — yoshida hirofumi x fem!reader

SYNOPSIS — it just so happens that you and yoshida have been crushing on each other for some time and now it's time to take it up a notch.

CW — reader is a civilian, aki is really salty here y'all but deep down he's a cinnamon roll <3, canon universe (slight differences), mutual pining, wet dreams, blindfolds, multiple orgasms, creampie, monsterfucking at the end but nothing serious yet

WC — 4.9k ;; cross-posted on ao3

ANYA'S CORNER — all characters are aged up here and well, this might as well be the first of other fics about yoshida *sighs* time will tell but i hope you enjoy this in the meantime!

"Oh, God. What the fuck did you do to your hair now?"

"And good morning to you too, Aki. Today you are bitchier than usual. Did the Fox Devil pee in your bed this morning?"

He gives you the finger, then unties your hair just to let out a frustrated grunt two seconds later. Despite what everyone thinks, you and the boy by your side are just best friends. Actually, more like platonic soulmates. Sometimes you wonder where you end and he begins and vice versa.

What led most of them to think so is Aki's antics. He's quite physical with you: kisses on the cheek, hugs, casual ass honking, you name it.

No matter the circumstance, you are always within reach for him to tease.

But this time around he does so much more than that.

"I get it: you wanted a fresh start after what that bastard did to you. You should’ve let me beat some sense into them, as I suggested to you when you were sobbing in my lap, and save your scalp from a mental breakdown at 3 AM in our bathroom. I would've never imagined it was this bad.

Just- do you smell it? Ugh. The chemicals are burning my nose.

I’m about to barf."

"Come on, don’t be such a baby. It’s not that bad."

Aki catches a strand of your hair between his fingers and tugs at it, annoyed. Its white-silvery hue is glossy, and unbeknownst to you both, the texture isn't so frizzy, either. But the stink of bleach is still here, haunting your best friend’s nostrils.

"After the shift you better go home and wash your hair again. I won’t come near you a minute longer if you ignore me."

"Will you stop patronising me if I say yes, you Karen?"

He eyes you, expression blank. He gives nothing away as he deadpans, "Probably."

"Still better than hearing you ramble like a grumpy old man, anyway." you walk past him hiding your smile before he can reply and go in the back, getting ready to start another day.

You both work as bartenders/waiters in a cute cafeteria nearby the college you and him go to. The paycheck is good and combined, you and the boy are able to make ends meet smoothly.

The only downside is the total lack of spare time: the moment your shift ends, Hayakawa has to hurry up and start his. Most of the time, you two have to work side by side during the busiest hours of the day, all due to your boss’ laziness in scheduling decent shifts.

The only moments you can talk a bit without worries are the ones outside the flat, college and in front of the lockers in the back of the cafeteria.

However, that day you feel good.Really good. You haven’t felt that way since your partner — now ex-partner — dumped you right in front of your family’s house three months earlier.

“My family doesn’t think you’re the one for me. You know what they say about those who don’t meet their standards, don't you? And you're so... weird. Yeah, you'll never be good enough for them.

We should stop our relationship before it gets any further.”

The idiot had the audacity to use their own relatives to cover their ass behind such blame excuses to justify cowardice. They didn’t want to commit, you could see that in those eyes you once found difficult to look away from.

When you did, it was too late. Your heart had already been broken.

On top of that, you are going to see them for the rest of the year; they are two years ahead of you and Aki, but they still attend some of your classes, as well. Moreover, you always see each other at the entrance every morning.

It's torture, looking at them living their best life whereas yours is still drowning in nostalgic waters.

Your hand closes around the uniform you have in the locker. The thin fabric of the plain black shirt cracks as you wear it, soon after joined by a tight pair of white jeans.

Then your eyes fixates on the shoes you're supposed to wear and let scoff, "Hell no, I won’t wear these infernal devices today."

The polished high-heels in the cabinet stare right back at you as you finish to dress up, even as you close the locker and head back to the counter. No need for them today.

Aki is leaning against the wall with his arms crossed, waiting. The moment you brush past him, his big hand takes one of yours to place them on his heart.

His pretty eyes scanned your figure once more, searching for any sign of distress as he breathes, "Are you really okay?"

Your gaze softened. "I’m more than okay, Aki. Stop worrying about me."

"How can I? It’s what best friends do: looking out for each other."

"And your best friend is telling you that she’s fine." you yank at the ends of his topknot with your free hand and smile, "Besides, today is a new day. From now on, I want to be a better version of myself.

They won’t have anything of mine anymore."

You both walk back but before any of you can do another step, the boy corners your body with his. Your back collides with the cold surface of the counter, yet the warmth in the eyes of your best friend makes up for it. His height engulfs yours by a lot, so it's no big deal for him to tower - no, hover - over you.

He stretches out a hand, fingers lightly grazing your cheeks. "Promise?"

"Yes, I promise. Let's get to work, now."

Your hand covers his for a split second and he finally nods, planting a kiss on your forehead as he lets you circle him to take position by his side.

There is no way he would give up so easily. He's up to something.

You want to investigate some more but it's not the right moment for it. Being it is almost opening time, and there are a lot of people already behind the glassy doors, students, mostly, you decide to postpone. If he's going behind your back-

The doors open right at that moment, and the momentum cuts off your thoughts. For now.

You are smiling a lot that morning and it doesn't go unnoticed.

The rings on your hands don't, either.

Some regular customers even dare to slip their phone numbers in the cash they hand you over to pay, grazing your slender fingers to catch a glimpse of the shiny bands wrapped around them, but you always turn them down with a shy smile.

The stares you can handle, but nothing more.

You make small chats with everyone passing by the register and at some point you must’ve gone to tie your hair into the usual bun because Aki’s slaps on your thigh stops you halfway.

Turning, you look at him, puzzled. "What?"

The boy looks at you up and down twice before replying, "That colour looks gorgeous on you. Keep your hair down."

"You should do the same, Pineapple Head." you reply, genuinely confused because to be honest, he is prettier than you with his hair that way.

The look your best friend gives you is murderous before nodding at the next client who walks to you you. And with that, the conversation hangs over your heads again.

That day, lots of students and teachers come to grab something to eat before rushing back to classes. But what surprises you the most is to see a familiar face among the group who just walked in, settling in a table not far from the bar counter.

Aaand goodbye good vibes.

"Are you kidding me?"

"Aki, don’t." you hiss, hand already reaching for the boy's. His knuckles turn white as his eyes melts your ex's chair, the idiot looking up right then. Seeing you and Aki, however, has them immediately bend their head forward and avoid your gaze. Pathetic.

Already feeling what's about to happen, you grab Aki by his bare arm and hiss, "Don’t do anything stupid."

"I won’t," his blue eyes pierce right through you and clarifies with a short, "Not in public, anyway. The same goes for you.»

"As much as I hate to admit it, they're a client. They must be respected even if they’re in the wrong.

But that won't stop me from being salty."

You leave without looking back, heading towards the rather noisy group. As soon as they see you coming their way, everyone stops whatever they're doing and stare at your silhouette. The one who doesn’t even flinch is the one who should’ve hidden behind the table, on their knees.

Their eyes lock with yours while one of their hands strokes a girl’s thigh right beside them.

So they were already with someone else, uh? Judging by looks alone, she's a far more “normal” fit than you've ever ever been.

Do they really think something like that would hurt you, after everything they said to you?

"Hello, eveyone. Are you ready to order?"

The friends who snap out of their minds first order straightway, while the person you thought you loved till some months before take their time, talking with the short brunette whose hand is now an inch away from their thigh. Then, acting as if you just arrived there, your ex turn to tell you what they both want.

You write it down quickly, adding ‘spit in their hamburger ♡’ right next to the order.

"I see you dyed your hair and got a new tattoo. Seems like I dodged a fucking oddball, after all."

You put down the digital pen and shoot your ex a customer smile. Finally the other shoe has dropped.

"You know what’s funny about oddballs? You never know where they’ll hit next. Next time it might be your face, how about that?"

You feel one of their friends trying to trip you. The reason why they do it? No idea… until you step on the foot that almost have you face-first on the floor, pushing on it with your whole weight.

"Hey, you stepped on my foot!"

You pin the boy next to your ex with your gaze, "I could do so much worse than this, but I won’t. You know why?» you lean closer and sigh. "You’re a client. I can’t do anything tangible now, but wait until my shift is over. I’ll shove my leg so far down your throat you’ll suff-"

"I’m taking it from here.

Go."

Aki’s chest crashing against your back cuts you off. Turning, you see him looking at the group with a customer smile. A real one.

Then his fingers take a hold of the tablet still in your hands with one, smooth move. You go to snap back at him, but you know better than being too petty.

If he hadn’t stepped in, you would’ve ended up picking a fight that would cost you the job and a demerit note.

The implications in his tone snap you out of it. Your eyes set on him as you smile, just as you apply more pressure on the boy's foor.

"Of course. I’ll be at the bar if you need me."

The blonde-haired stranger curses you out but does nothing else to stop you again. You don't look back, not even when you hear the chick next to your ex speak ill of you. It should’ve hurt your feelings, but that girl looks so naive that you actually feel bad for her. She's too caught up in your ex's spell to understand that they are just using her for sex.

What a disappointment your ex turned out to be.

The moment your best friend comes back to the counter, any sense of anger and annoyance has left you.

Clients keep you busy until you manage to push your ex’s presence in the darkest corner of your mind. Saying you are grateful to them is an understatement.

Time goes by pretty quickly and before you know it, it's almost lunch time. Meaning you are about to end your shift.

Despite this, once you have some time to talk, the tall boy next to you turns on his heels so abruptly you swear you hear his bones crack.

Aki is speaking through his teeth when he whispers, "What the hell was that? Are you trying to get fired or what?"

Your hand reaches Aki’s to press it against your chest. "I could never leave you and your pretty face all alone in a place like this, Hayakawa. But that bastard still has the power to push my buttons all at once and I just can’t stand the sight of them. And that poor girl… I feel sorry for her."

"Your ex is not your problem any longer, remember? You finally get to live your life away from that shithead."

All of a sudden, Aki isn't looking at you anymore. His attention shifts on a group of people that is walking in now, and you look at them too from above your shoulder. The five of them are so beautiful that the people still in the cafeteria turn to stare at them.

But most importantly, they are deadly.

You recognise their uniforms, how could you not? Devil Hunters are a big deal, especially around colleges and other crowded places. Most of the devils’ attacks affect those ones, so at least a couple of them are always around to patrol the area and call the police in case of need.

Something in your best friend’s gaze set off all your alarms and you push him away. "You know them."

"Oh, we both do." he deadpans, fingers itching to grab the cigarette pack in his pocket. He still have three hours left before he can go on break, so he can't really sit out this one.

You snap your fingers in front of him to get his attention and when you do, he raises an eyebrow, unfazed. The one who's boiling is you and you alone, and you implode with an esasperate sigh.

"So this is what you’ve been up to, uhm?"

Aki cracks his fingers. "I don’t like the accusations you’re trying to make."

"Oh, bite me. Don’t tell me I wouldn’t notice you looking at the door like a teenager in love waiting for their sweetheart to show up.

Come on, what is it?"

Aki leans against the counter, bringing you closer to him. "If I promise to tell you this, will you do something for me in return?"

Oh-oh. Every time he asks you to do him a favour, you end up tangled in things bigger than you.

As if he reads your mind, Aki rolls his eyes. "Nothing complicated, I promise."

You fold with a scoff, arms crossed on the chest. "Fine. What do you want?"

He tries to fight back a smile. Unusual, for Aki Hayakawa rarely holds back on his happiness. Not anymore.

When he first met you, five years ago, his perception of life turned upside down. Including his view on showing emotions.

"I have this friend… hey, listen to me before saying anything, okay?" his thumb draws little doodles on the counter's space close to you.

"Like I was saying, I have this friend who’s always been kinda into you. I wouldn’t mingle if I wasn’t sure he might be a good influence in your life.

You know how protective I am of you."

This time you're the one to raise an eyebrow, suddenly feeling self-aware. "So you want me to go on a date with him or something?"

His eyes widens in shock. You fear he might have a heart attack if he keeps staring at you like a lunatic on stereoids.

"Woah. You’re the one who suggested it, not me. I was going to ask you if you could do me the courtesy of grabbing a coffee with him, just to chat, but you went all in by yourself. I won’t be the one to change your mind, now."

You say nothing for a while. Rather, you glance at the table the Devil Hunters are at to see what all the fuss is about.

Three girls and two boys are chatting, and the closest to the counter are a boy with sandy hair and a girl with strawberry locks. Her horns look so cute but on a second glance, their pointed edges look very sharp. A Fiend, you correct yourself.

Another young woman with pitch-black locks that descend on her face like silk curtains sits across them, right next to the tallest girl out of the three. She wears her long, blonde hair in a ponytail and out of the bunch, she seems to be the most stoic one. An eye patch covers her right eye, but that doesn't mean she has her guard down.

As for the rest, you can tell they are quite unique: the boy with red hair is stunning, achingly so. He looks like an angel- Wait.

"No-"

Aki nods, suddenly serious. "Yes. They are part of the same division I was in a few years ago. The one you convinced me to step back from when we got into college.

If you look closely, I’m sure you’ll recognise some."

Aside from Chainsaw Man — you got the chills just thinking about his true devil form — the Blood Fiend, Quanxi, the Angel and War Devil there is another person in the group. One you came across many times when you went to Public Safety’s Headquarters to hang out with Aki.

His dark eyes land on you just as you smack away your best friend's hand. By the time you regain your posture and finish staring at Aki, you turn and a scream build up in your throat.

The woman with the eye patch is now sitting at the bar counter, legs crossed and her gorgeous face resting on a hand.

She's fast.

Shitty human reflexes.

Her voice tone is quiet yet adamatine as she says, "Hello there. So you’re the one who convinced Aki to quit Public Safety."

You gulp and wonder if she hears it. Probably yes.

"H-hello, Lady Quanxi. I never thought I’d have the pleasure to make your acquaintance. And well, I wouldn’t say I forced him or something.

I just gave him a little push, that’s all."

She waves a hand in your direction, then looks at the tall boy next to you. "She’s cute, Hayakawa. Too cute for this world, I might say. Are you sure that she is your best friend? You seem too grumpy to have someone this cheerful around that can suck up with your dry sense of humour."

Your best friend exhales sharply, staring back at The First Devil Hunter without blinking. You don't dare to laugh, but a small snicker escapes you nonetheless.

It's as if you are watching an older sister scold her younger brother.

"Of course she is. And she's too cute for you, Quanxi. Hands off her, please."

The woman raises her hands, then returns to the table at human speed. After she does so, your eyes almost escape your skull when Aki pinches you. Out of surprise, you slap him across the face.

"Oh! What the fuck was that for?!"

"You startled me, you idiot. Were you trying to set me up with her? With Quanxi?" you start to sweat profusely. "Man, I don't know if I’m in for that type of thing. I mean, she’s the embodiment of ride or die — literally. I don't think I'm ready for that kind of carousel yet-"

Aki stops your rambling by shaking his head. Then he takes his hand into yours once more and points a finger towards the table.

"Look closer."

Dark, lush hair frame a slim face now turned in your direction, his beauty mark under the lips unforgettable. His eyes, despite being so piercing, carry the same warmth his smile radiates.

Yoshida Hirofumi.

Pretty sure the chemical burning Aki warned you about is eating your brain, you stare at the Devil Hunter in awe. "Nah, that can’t be. I must be dreaming. Pinch me."

Hayakawa does so again. Harder this time.

You punch his arm in retaliation and he simply huffs at your little tantrum. However, he drags you in a bone-crushing hug shortly after. Accepting it amidst laughs, you laugh in the crook of his neck and wait for your nerves to calm on their own.

So the person you had a crush on for the longest time ever feels the same about you. The fear of being rejected by him is what kept you from acting upon your feelings. Rather, you locked them away in a corner of your heart.

After all that time, after every heartbreak you went through, he's still there waiting for you?

An idiot. That's what you are.

Still looking at Yoshida, you dare to smile and your heart is filled with joy when he does the same. You whip your head towards Aki to look at him through the corner of the eye.

"Okay, I’ll go on a date with him. Let’s see how it goes."

The one to take the group's orders and bring them everything is your best friend. You prefer to watch the scene unfolding from afar. Hayakawa stays behind for a while, chatting with your crush.

Right before coming back he leans closer to Yoshida, whispering something along the lines of 'hey man, she wants to go on a date with you or whatever', but the group overhears it all the same and Hell breaks loose.

Not literally, but you fear for the well-being of the cafè for a good second.

Denji and Power are still howling, feet on the table and head thrown back in amusement, when Aki heads back to the counter with a satisfied grin; Quanxi and Yoru looked at one another for a moment, then each of them grab the kids by the legs and they facepalm on the table.

Angel is having none of it, and keep eating his ice cream as if nothing happened.

You and Yoshida seem to have the same thought because when you turn to look at him again, the dark-haired Devil Hunter is doing the same from above his shoulder. His smile reaches his pierced ears and something in your stomach stirs. Probably butterflies. Or hunger.

"He’s literally breaking his neck to get a better view of you. Goddammit, come here. Why am I doing all of this by myself?

Listen: now that we're settled, go and ask him when you two can go on a date."

Your heart drops at your feet. "Uhm excuse me, where you not there talking to him a minute ago? Hell no. You go."

Blood escapes Aki’s body, leaving him staring at you dead in the eye.

He acts as if you just said you killed his cat.

"I wouldn’t go on a date with Yoshida Hirofumi even if he was the last person on Earth. He’s your boo, not mine."

You stomp a foot, pointing a finger at him. "Stop it. I hate when you say “boo”. It's cringe.

Also, you were the one to set me up with him in the first place. Take the fall for it."

If looks could kill, you'd be burning amidst the flames of Hell by now. "No, I won't. And guess what? You're two adults perfectly able of talking to each other but neither of you was bold enough to confess, so I had to step in and set you two up. He never stopped asking about you, even after I left. And you talk in your sleep, don't you?"

His tone is steady, but there is a hint of amusement in his voice when he whispers:

"I’m tired of hearing you calling out his name in the middle of the night while you squeeze a pillow between your thighs. Fuck him and get over with it."

A shocked gasp falls past your lips and when you look back at the table, fearing the Devil Hunter heard you. They haven't, except one.

The man of the hour is gone. Oh, no. No.

NO.

Horrified, your gaze lands in front of you. More specifically, on the chair Quanxi was previosuly sitting on. Now Yoshida is sitting there for God knows how long, and a sly smirk is painted all over his face.

Aki follows your gaze, pinching your arm again. But you have no will or strength left in you to strike back.

Damn it. Your crush had just heard your best friend say out loud you have been dreaming about him for years. Wet dreams, at that.

Every night.

Hirofumi perches himself on the wooden surface, leaning so close to you that breath gets stuck in your throat.

"Have you now? Care to walk me through some of them over a coffee? Or dinner, maybe?"

Actually, you did more acting than talking. In fact, you showed Yoshida pretty soon some of the best bits of your wet dreams with him. Date after date, week after week.

Now six months had gone by since Aki set you two up and that night, right after you came home from a dinner out with the Special Division, you both had gone insane.

It all started as a joke: you under him on the bed, riled up because of all the teasing at the table, with the blue scarf around his neck dangling between your faces with every kiss Yoshida left on your cheeks, your neck.

Then one thing have led to another, and you eventually started the fire with a simple smile. Hirofumi have come to know you pretty well over time.

He was damn sure it wasn’t an innocent one. “Time for another round, isn't it? Come here.”

Yoshida had giggled in your ear and just like that, you relaxed and returned to the present.

His hands graze your trembling ones for a split-second. The soft fabric of the scarf he used to cover your eyes smells like him and you take in the scent as he continues to worship your body, so tensed and ready to snap under his.

Even after you have come three times, once while your lips are wrapped around his cock with a hand shoved in your drenched panties and twice under the relentless attack of his mouth and fingers, sensory overload still hasn't overcome your body. Stamina is one of your strongest suits, and so is Yoshida's.

He wraps a hand around his dick, coating it in your release to pump it two, three times as his words reaches you.

"Think you got another one for me? Uhm?"

"Y-yes."

Your ragged breath fans over his face as he leaned down to kiss you again. His tongue came out to play with yours as you sense the head of his cock breaching past the entrance of your pussy — he is huge. You barely have time to moan and arch against him before Yoshida straightens his back and placs your hands on his waist.

"Hiro', you feel so good- Fuck."»"

His fingernails bury themselves in the tender flesh of your thighs as he bottoms out inside you, cock pulsing and twitching against your walls. Another desperate whimper leave you right after, because he isn't moving.

Is he really throwing a gauntlet? When he's balls-deep inside you?

Fire begins to boil in your veins and it feel amazing. Pouting, you brace yourself on your elbows. Even blindfolded, you can almost see his eyes transfixed on your boobs. But when you pout again, his gaze shifts to your lips.

Yoshida always make sure to reward you when you beg for his cock.

"Please, baby. I can’t take it any longer. Please, move.

I need you." your voice is feeble, tears already pooling in your eyes. You are at your limit.

He tries to control himself, yet another shiver runs across your skin when he suddenly pulls you flush against his chest. With the new position, his cock goes even deeper and you writhe in ectasy. He is dangerously close to hit your cervix.

Again.

"Of course. You asked me so nicely, princess."

His hips start to move against yours slowly and you sigh, relieved.

But now, his pace changes. You should’ve expected it, but nonetheless you find yourself resting your forehead on his collarbone as he fucks you stupid.

The bed creaked under his movements and Yoshida urges you to lay on your back once more; when you comply, he slips out of your pussy just to slam back in. His eyes fall onto your face.

"Come on. Cum for me one last time."

You let yourself go with a strangled moan, breathing heavily against Yoshida as he draws a fourth orgasm out of you, fucking you through it as his own has him curse under his breath.

You milk him dry, but he still thrusted a few times more to pump his cum back into you. Only when you twitch in overstimulation does he stop and as soon as the softness of his scarf leave your eyes, the dim light shed by the moonlight help you see Hirofumi’s proud grin.

"You did so well." he whispers in the dark, caressing your hair as you both calm down. His heartbeat follows yours for a while but once you are stable enough to speak again, your fingernails trace his cheekbones and he tilts his head.

"Box checked for 'Wet dream n° 52'. You're even crazier than me for following through with them." you chuckle.

"Oh, shush. How many are there again?"

"Roughly around a hundred but who's counting?"

His gaze darkens but doesn't move a muscle. Tonight, you've done enough exercise for a week.

"Poor Aki. He’s not going to be happy about it."

"He’s a big boy, he’ll manage. It’s not like we never had sex while he’s in another room, remember?"

His hips snap against yours, teasing you, and a whimper builds up in your lower abdomen. "Yoshida."

He whispers against your lips, unbothered, "I didn't do it."

"I did."

You try to scream, you really do, but your partner is holding you so tightly against him that you eventually muster up enough courage to train your attention towards the place where the voice came from. To your shock, it did come from Yoshida.

No, from behind him.

And a gush of lust escapes down your thighs, excitement dripping down the already ruined sheets.

It's really happening.

All you do is watch and whimper in anticipation as a tentacle climbs up your leg, its head reaching the strings of your and Yoshida’s mixed releases. Hesitating at first, the tentacle then lapped up the juices and poked at your clit. Your hips buck into its touch and after you do, it vanishes again.

It only lasted a moment but it left you craving for more and Hirofumi's lust-blown gaze shows he has enjoyed it, too.

"Well, it looks like the Octopus Devil likes you enough to come out and play."

"I figured. Let it be from now on. I want to try something out."

The dark-haired boy’s grin now reflects yours. "Is this a spoiler for the next wet dream we're going to reenact?"

You kiss his beauty mark, beaming with mischief. "Oh, yes. Wet dream n° 53: 'Paint it, black'.

Fitting, right?"

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lehguru · 1 year

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HIGH-SCHOOL SWEETHEARTS + YOSHIDA HIROFUMI

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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blueparadis · 10 months

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AMONG GODS AND MONSTERS + YOSHIDA HIROGUMI.

───❪ content & tags ❫⋮ A ceratin kitsune!hybrid with some magical powers takes a drastic step when pushed to the brink of death. In this survival of game, Yoshida does not know if its okay to blur the line between good and evil, between gods and monsters to survive death. { kitsune-hybrid!Yoshida x human!fem!reader, possessive behavior, smut descriptions, some mixed references of myths, sacrilegious themes.} word count— 2.5k.

───❪ notes ❫⋮This is a submission of my entry for spring collab hosted by @public-safety-network & also tagging @orchid3a cuz i lob u the most. My exams are postponed so i took the liberty to finish a collab entry so my any means this won't be my best performance but i can assure you since i wrote on Yoshida i wrote it with all my heart, soul and ( redacted ) so yeah, you can enjoy this and if you do, don't forget to reblog.

Snow is falling outside. The world is covered in white, the trees have stopped singing, and the birds that have ceased crinkling. There is a kitsune sitting under a tree where the snow has yet to lay claim, brown and soft. Not a single creature can be heard breathing yet there is a trail of footsteps towards the snow-clad mountains. The kitsune walks up towards the trail of footprints and sniffs it. It is of a human and that too, of a female. As much as his eyes permit, Yoshida can only conjecture that the trail leads to the highest mountain peak. There is nothing at the summit of the mountains, never was; except the abandoned temple. It is almost a quincentennial old. Gusts of wind swirl around him as he changes his form from a simple mountain kitsune into his true form— he almost looks like a human but he is not one. Being in his true form has many perks— he can not be seen by others while he can see everything, his locomotive powers increase, and the sense of hearing and smell and as such are all heightened. He is greater than humans but lower than the gods, an outcast; a borderline creature among gods and monsters.

He reaches the top of the mountain within a minute. He scans the place and sees nothing except the abandoned temple. It has rusted bars, broken bricks,outgrowth of plants along the pillars and no traces of any prayer. Whoever came to his home must have returned or got lost in their way while coming here or may have died. That’s right, the forsaken temple is where he lives. A lazy yawn escapes his mouth. His mouth remains open agape as his ears pick up noise— the sound of a heart beating. His ears perk up. There is more: a sob and ragged breathing. Has human heartbeat always been this loud or is it just the place that it’s quiet?

Yoshida takes a few steps toward the temple to see the source of the sound and when his eyes lay upon the girl who is crying with her knees pressed against her chest sitting at the corner of the staircase of the temple he wonders, have humans always been this ravishing? The girl wore a red gown made of thick velvet with gold and silver embroidery, and all the jewelry from her head-to-toe was made of fresh flowers and plant twigs. Yoshida does not remember any diviner aroma more than this. His interaction with humans has always been scarce, filled with nothing but bad memories. So, he does know if it is okay to be intrigued by the same creatures that have appalled him for centuries. The kitsune-being studies her for a while as she keeps on crying. He could touch her head and come to know what is the reason that has this flawless mortal in her lowest spirits but that would call upon a great peril on himself. He would become visible to her and she would definitely think of him as some sort of god, which he is not.

The girl finally tips up her head. Yoshida Hirofumi has been living here for centuries. He has seen so many colors of humanity. He is not a believer in God. He does not need to. He is powerful enough to live on by himself but if he had to believe in the power and the Almighty, he would definitely believe in you. He watches you turn a little in the direction of the altar which is filled with dry twigs, broken branches, withered flowers, and dust. Your palms come together, your head tips up, and shaky lips crack open. “Dear god, if you can hear me if you. . .really exist please save me from being killed. Dear god. . .” You did not get to finish your prayer because clouds started to gather, winds started to blow from all directions, and all the flambeaus in the village at the foot of the mountain died casting a shadow all over it. Without much second thought, you run in the direction of your home with bare feet down the hill while Yoshida stands with rage brimming in his veins, mind, and soul. How dare a mere mortal threaten his existence?

There is a story believed by the people for centuries in this village. People say that this village is cursed which is why winter is the longest in this place than others. The villagers always had a set of precautions to defend themselves from this frosty cruel climate. They always did until they did not. One time, at the dead of night a girl from one of the wealthiest families went missing. A few days later, her body was discovered by the side of a river. She was decorated from head to toe, in bridal attire, and had blood stains on her inner garments near her crotch. While the priest rejoiced announcing how her death brought early spring in this village, the physician declared she died by breaking her neck after losing her virginity.

None knew this was a murder. None knew except a kitsune that witnessed a naive girl falling for a man, trying to run from her fate and hence falling prey to the very hands of her fate. That is what he believes in, fate. A track, so strong that none can defy it. Yoshida has been surviving for centuries among humans, by not playing god. He roomed within the deserted temple for a reason. No mortals would ever come to pray at an old temple. No human can ever be such a big fool to pray where the gods do not live. But tonight, Yoshida heard a prayer amidst the altar. It is not a small thing that can be brushed under the rug like dust. If he fails to fulfill the prayer he will cease to exist. He has been labeled with a lifespan now, that is until you die. He has time which is not much now that he is tied to you. To be bound to a mortal by death seems a little too much as punishment for being an outcast among the gods. He can not accomplish that wish of yours. He is not a god. He understands God. God has a choice whether to save your life or his. He is deprived of such luxury. Now, he has to play god otherwise he would die.

When something bad happens to you, you start to believe in superstitions. And, when something bad keeps happening to you, you start to pray. Your current situation was the latter, at the mercy of the gods begging for your life. From the early days of childhood, at least when you were old enough to understand the difference between good and evil, you had no faith in god. You did not believe in gods but perhaps the gods really exist otherwise when the last ice queen was sacrificed to the winter lord, that is, to the god of winter; spring blessed the village within a week. At the blooming age of adolescence you were declared as the sacrifice for the next “ice-queen” With such a hefty title along with your name, you knew you had no choice of running away. If you had fled, your sister or your friends would have been sacrificed in your place which did not seem fair to you. Sure, their turns would come when it's time but who are you to push them to their death by avoiding yours? Isn't it the deeds of god? Or perhaps a Shinigami? The weather on the day of your sacrifice was extremely dangerous. It forbade all the villagers to stay outdoors and all tourists to reschedule their visit for the holy union of the ice-queen and winter-lord. Perhaps the god was angry at you for running away. He must be otherwise, why would the winter turn so brutal? Somehow it did not make sense to you. Why would a god suddenly be angry when he has been worshipped for aeons? You look through the crack of the window, tears streaming down your face feeling betrayed by everyone, by your mother, your father, and your sister who had kept you in a locked room so that you do not try to flee again. You open the window letting the cold bite your skin. And there, you see the temple high on mountains and a shadow lurking among the pillars. Perhaps, god did exist after all.

At Fortnite, when you visit the temple in the high of the mountains Yoshida feels unearthly. Seeing you alive and well, even if the night of sacrifice has passed he feels that he is being reborn. Your eyes are not puffy anymore, and neither do you have a runny nose like the day he first saw you. You are breathing tenderly and your heartbeat seems soft and stable. He does not understand why you are here. The winter still persists. The snow is still knee-deep but Yoshida does not understand why the villagers had kept you alive. You should be dead stripping him naked from all his godlike powers turning him into a mere mountain fox. Of course, you crossed his mind on the day of sacrifice when he was supposed to lose all his powers but he did not. He did not think of this any further taking upon the fact that he might be reading wrong for all of these. Perhaps, your prayer did not reach him in the right place and time. But all his clouds of confusion passed away when you prayed again. You notice a kitsune snuggling up to your feet as you pray. It is the same kitsune you have seen sleeping at the foot of the mountain, under the tree on a cold evening when you first came here.

“Dear God. I believe in you.” You keep two baskets at the door of the altar stacked with various fruits and foods. They were offerings for you on the first day of your sacrifice. Throughout time, this sacrifice ritual has turned into quite an attractive yearly occurrence. It lasted seven days with all sorts of preparation for a bride and has turned into a major tourist attraction dragging people from other villages, celebrating it as a festive event, and sometimes participating in them. You go on your knees and bow down your head. Rising up you utter with a sweet hopeful voice. “You are my God.” Yoshida notices your lip curl in delight and for a moment he thinks he could touch you, feel you, to have you but then he remembers you are a gift for God, a thing that must not be tainted. A short-lived chuckle escapes his mouth as he sees you going on your knees as you whisper, “I hope to see you soon, my God.”

Yoshida decides to play God for tonight. Tonight is the time when you will be killed, a gift to god. He does not know how he is going to save you but he must otherwise he will die. He is sure of it. He is now lurking in his kitsune form amidst the crowd while you are high on the stage seated in the most graceful manner staring at the poisoned cup of syrup that you are supposed to drink. The ritual is supposed to start by any minute now. The mass that has gathered in front of you will be on their knees and hands closed for prayers. When they will chant the mantras for the god of winter; when the hymns and instruments will be in perpetual cacophony to summon the god you will drink the syrup and sacrifice yourself to the god of winter to welcome spring.

You see the mass going on their knees while your heart drops at the pit of your stomach. You close your eyes as you hear the name of winter-lord rising in unison in the voices of all those people you have lived half a life with and then, when you open your eyes with your vision blurred you witness a miracle. The fox who has been following you around since you were a child transformed into a human, but bigger. His hands rose along his ears and the moment it dropped there was nothing but absolute darkness. You were already sedated a little so that you could not run away but you could feel a hand scooping you into the air. You could see the whole village engulfed in darkness from atop the sky until your eyelids were heavy and you plunged into slumber.

When you woke up, you were pressed against the chest of a man, your hands resisted between the two hearts while his arms were embracing you lying on a soft quilt. To think that you have witnessed a fox spirit is beyond any tale you have ever heard in the village. You stare at him in awe digesting the fact that how humane he looks. No one can tell that he is not human. “Are you awake, love?” Even with such chilling winds you do not feel cold, rather the opposite.

His voice echoes. It feels divine as you give him a nod. You remember how one must always stay away from a fox spirit, for it can only devour you by deceiving you, that is how they survive. The dawn is almost breaking. You can now see, what seems to be the statue of the God of Winter, more precisely the Winter lord as you arch on your back feeling him roll over you. “I’ve waited for you so long, my God,” you whisper knowing it is useless to resist and why would you? You have been saved. Prophets would say you have been re-born, that you are one of a kind, that you are an angel sent from heaven, that you are the blessing that would free the other girls from the same fate, that you are almost God.

Yoshida certainly does not understand God but being your savior and mating with you amongst the altar of the very temple that has been worshipped by mortals for aeons sure gives him the thrill of being a God. And he thinks he can be. He can play god for a while, just for you. He dips his head in the crook of your neck starting to pepper kisses and trailing them up to your lower belly. He looks at the eyes of the statue before diving in between your legs. A gust of wind closes the door of the altar as he claims you as his own in front of the Gods. He eats you out until he hears a series of ludicrous moans from you. Your hands clutch his arms as he positions himself in front of your entrance ready to make you one of his kind by mating with you. While all the villagers are still sleeping at the foot of the mountain, a certain fox spirit is ready to show you a new world to you by playing god.

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riaki · 6 months

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PHEW okay. rn im working on a yoshida fic but i completely spitballed and went off the rails ...... so um. might be a while before that comes out, so take some (many) thoughts and drabbles of weird stalker boy instead !! yoshida hirofumi x reader

@twentyfivemiceinatrenchcoat take this for yoshi fluff n some mild angst.. for now......

i feel like yoshida would definitely be the kinda guy to give his all in keeping it together; especially with his position as student council president (that he's only half-committed to, really) topped off with his life in the private sector of devil hunting, his image is extremely important to him. not because he has a huge ego or is self-obsessed, but he knows that a lot of people look up to him and rely on him. that being said, he's (probably, yoshida lore when) only human, and he's bound to struggle and wrestle with the workload he's chained to, and it can often get the best of his emotions and stress him out.

so a little word of encouragement here, a sweet 'washed your dishes and your clothes cus i saw you were busy' there would be everything he needs to spur himself on even if he's exhausted; hearing the phrase "i'm proud of you." from your mouth in your sweet, sweet voice? makes it all worth it.

all considered, he doesn't want you to do too much for him; he never lets you pay for your shared meals or drive the two of you home, BUT you should give it your all in trying anyway! acts of service for him seem subtle, but they really mean the world to him when you try so hard to lighten his burden. he thinks it's the most endearing thing on the planet. on the days he lacks the energy to even utter a small mumble of protest, he'll let you take the wheel- but those days are rare, so capitalize on the opportunity! being a gentleman is tiring, so make him coffee (not black) instead of letting him buy the headache-inducing cans of sickeningly sweet caffeine from the vending machines outside his apartment when you rise early enough to; let him fall asleep in your lap and gently play with his hair while you handle a homework assignment for him or two. bonus points if he wakes up to something sweet or savory made by those hands of yours that he loves to hold so much; do that, and he might just dream of marrying you the next time he indulges in an afternoon nap in the confines of your arms.

(and when you hold him to your chest and whisper sweet nothings into his ears on the days he's earned further affection from you? it makes him feel like he's being granted a visit from the heavens, though hell knows he'll never make it up there. but, if he thinks he's being honest, it doesn't matter to him- not when you're right in front of him, a taste of divinity. not when you're gently tracing each slope and ridge in the shape of his left ear, thumb tenderly prodding at the soft skin between the cold metal piercings on his ear. it's like you're mapping out just this minuscule section of his body, and he's found himself praying to whatever's out there that you'll always be here to give him this; that one day, you'll have ran your fingers over every inch of him, memorizing the intricacies of the very bones in his body.)

to me, his primary love language would definitely be quality time- more so for him than you (but he still hopes you enjoy it enough to indulge him. makes him feel like a kid in a candy store with free reign over his monthly allowance.) meaningful talks with you and silly fun banter is all he needs to take his mind off the stresses currently throwing him for a loop and let loose a little. that’s one of the reasons why he fell so head over heels for you— you make it a little easier to breath whenever you’re around him. also... he loves the look on your face whenever he surprises you with gifts, so count on an uninvited bouquet of flowers in some varying hue of your eye color, or surprise boxes of jewelry- that is, if he can afford it. if not, he'll take you out when the weather is pleasant enough and you're in the mood for a cup of boba or an evening out in the nearest shopping district, browsing the warmly lit stands as the chatter of people bustling by fills your ears and he holds onto your hands in the simple pretext of not wanting you to get lost as he buys every mouth-watering festival food you lay your eyes on without hesitation. maybe he'll even treat you to a quick stop at a standing ramen restaurant- and if you're too tired to support yourself on your own two legs, he has no problem carrying you. after all, with his private devil hunting, you both know he's more than capable of that. and so, rest-assured you’ll return home on those gleeful days with full stomaches, bags n boxes full of sticky dango and fresh glistening apples the shades of a red autumn, and giddy smiles coupled with painted strawberry blush that dusts your cheeks and stains your ears. and if, throughout that entire vivid night of fireworks and sweet n savory scents drifting from stalls and the treats in the hands of vivacious children, you happen to get some crumbs or powder on your cheeks, he's more than happy to wipe it away with an affectionate thumb and earnest smile— or even lean in for a taste straight from your flushed skin.

on the topic of his side job in the private sector, though- yoshida prefers to keep you as far away as possible from the side of his life that's three feet deep and counting in missions at the Bureau. and of course, he takes no pleasure in lying to your face, especially when he realizes that you realize the half-assed mutters that fall from his lips don't answer the questions you demand answers to.

he knows it's a necessity, though. so he never tells you the truth when it comes to this matter.

but you can only see the tip of the iceberg of cold, guilty pain that washes over him when he watches your trust in him slip like you're loosing your footing; the excuses he spins that you don't buy and the way he feels like he's being scrutinized beneath your burning gaze as your eyes rove over the rough cuts on his arms and the blooming purple bruise on his jaw that you know isn't a love mark (or at least, you hope so. your mind won’t let you consider the possibility.) makes him feel guiltier than ever. on every other occasion, he never shies away from your gaze; for one, he’s well aware of how attractive he is, but all the compliments and shy confessions he’s ever received feel minuscule when you look at him like he’s your world, so loving that it seems to make the sun shine an inkling brighter and the birds outside his window sing a little sweeter amongst the symphony of nature. but on less pleasant occasions, when it feels like you’re appraising him— no. not just him. appraising his words, weighing them on a golden scale that’s supposed to be unbiased towards the truth, but your heart can’t take the strain when you consider the possibility of him lying to you, and he feels more distant from you every time you look at him in a way that makes him want to shrink away and shut himself up from your prying eyes that he knows are only well-intentioned— which is all the more reason why he falters under the weight of them.

but it’s not like he’d ever tell you that, though. so really, it’s up to you to decide how you act; to probe him and risk a few unintentionally harsh words aimed in your direction in the hopes of confronting the issue head-on before it’s too late, or simply sit back and let it fester until it’s grown out of control and manifests into a hurtful argument for both parties. miscommunication is the enemy to your relationship :(

that being said, yoshida is a bit of a control freak. when things don’t go the meticulous way he’s planned them out, he starts to loose his cool pretty easily, stressing his pretty head off about this and that, biting on his lip and curling a hand into his dark hair. really, though, it’s a simple fix— he tends to get overwhelmed easily only when it comes to things like this, n so all you have to do is tear him away from whatever’s preoccupying him and hold him, soothe his nerves by running your hands through his hair and rubbing gentle circles into his back. like i said, acts of service are really meaningful to him, esp w his line of work— makes him feel all fuzzy on the inside, like there’s a cluster of stars in his chest, his heart stuttering like a broken engine and a bouquet of lilies flowering in his stomach, petals clogging his throat and making it impossible for him to voice his gratitude. and so, after he calms down, he’ll take your hand and pepper little kisses on your knuckles until you ask him to stop with a bright smile and a laugh that sounds like the trickling melody of a running spring water stream.

but that’s an if, though. yoshida might not always manage to calm down— and sometimes his frustration will get the better of him. it might be difficult to manage; he’s so composed and collected for the most part that the meticulous patience required to deal with his boiling vexation might be unfamiliar to you, so it’ll be a bumpy slope. so try to be understanding in the case that he ever snaps at you, and know that he never means to hurt someone as important to him as you. give him time, and he’ll come around. <3

#who is this #DANG I WROTE SM…#drabbles my ass #i def didnt write him well but whatever. sweet stressed n caring yoshi lives on in my heart #fujimoto needs to drop that yoshida cover and the lore #gonna try n get that fic out... i need to figure out how to write him properly in a way that doesnt bother me #three feet deep in devil huhnting.... get it cus when u die ur six feet under... and he's constantly at risk.....#chainsaw man x reader #csm x reader #csm x you #chainsaw man x you #yoshida hirofumi #yoshida hirofumi x reader #yoshida hirofumi x you #yoshida x reader #yoshida x you #billet-doux #ion even wanna see the wc on this thing

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threadbaresweater · 1 year

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This was supposed to be an enemies to lovers fic, but it turned out to be a fun, flirty exploration of what might happen if you were the rookie in Public Safety and Yoshida Hirofumi had a thing for you...and you just might have a thing for him. See also: Yoshida asks you on a date that's poorly disguised as a devil hunt, and your ambitious self falls for it. 2.7k words. Cw: alcohol

You hate his stupid smile. He's always grinning, even in the face of danger and uncertainty. He looks like an idiot, or maybe he's stoned. Either way, you can barely fight the urge to slap that stupid grin off his face everytime you catch sight of it. It makes you unreasonably angry.

He’s insufferable. The self-proclaimed third-rate devil hunter, contracted with the octopus devil, smiler of stupid smiles, only taking risks that benefit him in the long run. If you didn’t know any better, you’d think he was born of Kishibe– self-serving and self-sufficient, he always seems to show up when things are hurtling toward total disaster.

You don’t think he has a savior complex, though he does always seem to be around when Denji’s about to get himself into trouble (again). Maybe he’s got a thing for Denji. Maybe he’s gay. Maybe he’s just not that into you, but his aloof attitude and total disregard for personal safety do something to you that you’d really like to deny until you’re blue in the face.

“What’s up, rookie?”

You’re jerked from your thoughts as Yoshida appears before you, sliding into one of the chairs that face your little desk at public safety headquarters. You drop the pen you’d been toying with and scowl at him before bending to pick it up. There’s paperwork fanned out all over your desk; before you’d started daydreaming, you’d been nursing a growing headache over the sheer amount of detail you needed to provide regarding your latest devil hunt. Aki had helped you a little with the first few, but he did warn you that you’d be on your own for the next round. You hadn’t taken him seriously, and now you were stuck.

“Paperwork,” you reply, gesturing to the mess before you.

Yoshida shrugs and slouches in his chair. “Don’t do it if you don’t want to.”

“But Aki told me–”

“Hayakawa is an ass kisser. Don’t do it if you don’t wanna.”

You narrow your eyes at him. “Don’t you do yours?”

“When I remember, yeah. But there are some reports I leave for my partner. Some I just…kinda forget about.” He grins, and you look away, equal parts frustrated and incredulous at how nonchalant his attitude is. “Makima knows all the details, anyway. Our personal accounts are just for show in case there’s ever any trouble.”

His words give you pause, but you decide that it’s best to fill out the documents to the best of your ability. It’s only your second week with Public Safety Division Four, and you want to make a good impression. So you continue with your task, jotting down a few notes before reading the next set of questions. Yoshida watches you with curiosity, and when you look up, his entire face is alight in a mischievous smile.

You frown. “Did you need something?”

Yoshida leans forward as if he’s about to tell you a big secret. “You’re taking this way too seriously.”

“It’s my job, Yoshida. I get paid for this.”

He gasps and clutches his chest. “You get paid?”

“Don’t be cute.”

He’s satisfied; you see it in his eyes as he leans back again. “Too late for that.”

Sighing heavily, you fold your arms in front of you and give him a look. He’s long overstayed his welcome at this point, and you need him to get to the point or shove off. “Seriously. What do you want? Why did you come in here?”

“I need your help. There’s been reports of a devil hanging around down by the movie theater on Ninth Avenue, and I think you can kill it.”

“Me?” You scoff, but you can’t deny the swell of pride that blossoms full in your chest. You’re still a rookie, it’s true, but you’ve had nothing but good reports from your superiors since you joined the ranks.

“Yeah. Apparently the devil forces everyone to watch rom-coms and eat popcorn with their favorite coworkers. It’s a real bad situation. We’ll have to be careful not to get caught up in the mind games it’s playing.”

It takes you a moment, but when you get what he’s doing, you roll your eyes. “Are you asking me out, Yoshida?”

“Do you want me to ask you out?” He smiles again, adding a wink for good measure.

You don’t know what to say, and he takes advantage of your stunned silence to stand and stretch, yawning loudly.

"Take it or leave it, I guess. Could be a fun fight."

”

“Is there really a devil?”

If his smile grows any wider it will stretch to his ears. “Only one way to find out.”

The local theater is a relic. With two screens, a lonely snack bar, and floors sticky with soda, it feels like a ghost town when you walk in. You consider for a brief moment that maybe there really is a devil here, because the only signs of life are the bored looking girl at the ticket counter and a janitor sweeping up bits of popcorn in the front lobby. Checking your watch, you shift from foot to foot, hoping Yoshida isn’t late for this mission like he’s late to the office every other morning.

“You actually came,” he says as he approaches. You turn, and he’s sidling up behind you, hands shoved into the pockets of his leather jacket. It feels strange seeing him outside of headquarters, dressed more casually than usual.

“Sure I did,” you say. “DId you think I wouldn’t for some reason?”

Yoshida shrugs. “Dunno. I don’t know you well enough yet to know if you’d be the type to stand me up.” He approaches the ticket counter, and the girl raises her eyes to him, her expression stale. “Two, please.”

“I thought we were here on a mission,” you say quietly through your teeth.

He pays the girl and accepts the tickets, then turns to you. “Yeah. A mission of movies! We’re gonna catch a double feature. You like popcorn?”

Oh, he’s insufferable. You can’t believe you actually thought he’d want to work outside of normal hours. You stumble over your words, your pulse quickening. “Yeah– I– sure.”

You follow him to the snack bar, where a greasy-looking teen boy serves you popcorn and a couple of sodas. “I think you’re really gonna like these movies. One of them is up for a bunch of awards. Film of the year or something like that.”

“Great,” you mutter as he hands you a soda, thinking of all the other things you could have accomplished on your day off besides sitting in a movie theater with the one person you never expected to spend time with on a personal level. He’s immature, he’s impulsive, he’s sloppy and he’s cunning and he’s careless. He’s everything you avoid when you’re in the market for a date, and now you’re officially on one with him.

“Hey, don’t get the wrong idea,” he says, as if he could read your mind. Could he? Does he have a contract with some kind of psychic devil or something? “This doesn’t have to be a date…” He grins, and your heart skips a beat. Oh no. “Unless you want it to be.”

You steel yourself and hope that your discomfort isn’t obvious. “Let’s just watch the movies.”

He pushes his hair away from his forehead and gives you a little side eye, lips quirked into a knowing grin. “Riiiight. Well, come on, then.”

It’s hard to get to know someone when your first date is at a movie theater. This isn’t a date, you keep telling yourself, but when Yoshida sits down next to you and his shoulder rubs against yours, and you smell his cologne, your resolve begins to falter. You know nothing about him beyond his abilities as a devil hunter, but halfway through the first film, you think you might want to know a little more. He’s attractive in a cocky kind of way. He’s witty. He’s a decent hunter with quick reflexes, if only slightly reckless when it comes to his personal life. You decide that when the first movie is over, you’ll ask him some questions and get to know him a little better.

The end credits roll; Yoshida stretches his arms with a loud groan, then lays one of them across the back of your seat in a poorly disguised attempt to touch you. You stand quickly and stammer something about having to use the restroom and shuffle out of the theater as fast as you can. You hear his laughter all the way to the door.

Calm, you tell yourself, staring at your reflection in the dirty mirror. You wash your hands and pat a little cool water on your face, blowing out a shaky sigh. He already knows how flustered you are, and he’s totally going to capitalize on it. After a few more deep breaths, you feel a little more centered and leave the bathroom to find him.

“There you are! I was worried you fell in.” Of course, he’s leaning against the wall, arms crossed, looking casual and relaxed.

You roll your eyes. “Can we go outside? I think I need to get some daylight before the next movie starts.”

The sun is almost blinding compared to the dim lighting inside the theater, and you have to shield your eyes when you step outside, just around the corner. The next movie starts in 10 minutes, but you need a stretch and a change of scenery.

“You’re not bored, are you?” Yoshida asks, stepping a little closer to you than you’re comfortable with. He’s shielding the brightness of the sun from you though, so you can’t complain too much.

“Nah. It was a good movie. I just…had a lot of other stuff I was going to do today.”

He nods. “Gotcha. So, do you wanna skip out on the second one?”

It’s tempting to take him up on the offer, but it’s equally as enticing to spend a little more time in his presence. Thing is, it’s really hard to have a conversation during a movie.

“But you’ve already paid for the tickets,” you say, feeling a little guilty for that. “I could pay you back if you want.”

“And insult me? I am wounded, madam! I paid for those tickets with my hard-earned money. No way am I going to let you give it back to me.”

You think for a moment. Then a moment more. “I could…buy you a coffee?”

He pretends to think for a second, cupping his chin and narrowing his eyes. “Hmm…tempting.”

“Boba?”

“Closer…” he teases.

You wish you’d kept your mouth shut. “Beer?” you offer.

“Now you’re talking.”

“I really do have stuff to do today,” you reiterate.

"Great. Do stuff later. The day isn't over yet."

Exasperated, you sigh, though you cup your hand over your mouth to hide your smile. No way is he going to find out that you’re becoming enamored with him and his quick wit, his flirty banter.

There’s a bar around the corner and there’s a little bit of daylight left, so you pick a high-top table in front of a window and lift yourself onto a seat while Yoshida goes to grab some drinks. As you’re watching people walk to and fro, you catch sight of a familiar face– Denji, then Power not far behind. They’re bouncing along the sidewalk, Power’s horns making people move out of her way, Denji’s loud voice audible to you even from where you sit. He leans to say something to Power, then lifts his eyes, making contact with you. It takes him a moment, but he grins widely and lifts his hand in a joyful wave.

“Hey…heeeeey! What’re you doing here? I thought you were working?” he shouts, approaching the window. Power skips up behind him and presses her face to the glass, looking at you as Yoshida comes back to the table with two beers.

Denji’s eyes dart from you, to Yoshida, to the beers and back again. You can see him doing the mental gymnastics, trying to piece together what kind of mission you’d have to be on to be drinking beer with Yoshida. Your face suddenly feels hot, though you haven’t had a drop to drink, and you laugh nervously as Power licks the window.

Though he’s pressed up against the glass now, Denji shouts: “Are you on a date!?”

“No!” you deny, before Yoshida has a chance to confirm. “Just taking a break!” A few nearby patrons get curious when you shout, and you mumble an apology.

“Better not let Aki catch you!” Denji warns. You know there’s nothing to worry about, but you nod and smile in response, shooing him off. He grabs Power by the elbow and hauls her away, and they disappear into the crowd.

Yoshida watches as they go. “There’s a pair if I ever saw one,” he muses. “Lotta power with those two.”

“Fiends usually do have more power, don’t they?”

“Not necessarily,” he says. “Usually they’re just more, ah– unhinged. And they usually don’t fight alongside devil hunters. Power’s a special case,” he explains.

“What about you?” you ask.

“What about me?” he counters with a lopsided grin. “Do you think I’m a fiend?” He cards his fingers through his hair and feels around a little. “I thought I hid my horns better,” he teases with a wink.

You give him a laugh. He’s earned it. “No, I mean–” What do you mean? “How did you get into devil hunting?”

“Oh, that’s easy. I joined the club.”

You lift a brow and your beer mug. “The club?”

He nods. “At school. We had a club that would train us to become devil hunters. Not everyone sticks around for the long haul, but I thought it was cool.”

“That’s all?”

His laughter is infectious. You giggle too, picking up on his energy. “What else do you want me to tell you? It’s the truth. And here I am now. Hunting devils and drinking beer with my nosy coworkers.”

“I’m just trying to get to know you, Yoshida.”

“Why? ‘Cause you like me?” His expression challenges you, and you busy yourself with a drink while trying to figure out what to say. His dark eyes seem to sparkle now that the sun is going down and the light inside as well as out grows dim. You can’t deny there’s something irresistible about him, as infuriating as he is, sitting there across from you, looking smug, self-satisfied, like he’s finally gotten far enough under your skin that you can’t help but admire him.

Something comes over you in that moment while he waits for you to respond. You can’t blame it on the beer, but you lean forward anyway, crooking your finger to beckon him closer. There’s a flash of something mischievous in his eyes as he obliges, as if you’re about to tell him a secret meant for his ears alone. You lower your eyes, sweeping your gaze across the bridge of his nose and down to his lips that wait, slightly agape, quirked into his signature expression.

You kiss him. You blame it on his smile.

It isn’t a long kiss, nor a very good one. But when you pull back, he chases you and gives you another peck before you lift your beer mug between you to take a long drink.

“That’s insubordination,” he says, and you howl with laughter. He looks confused.

“Do you even know what that word means?” you ask, wiping a tear from the corner of your eye.

“Yeah. You kissed me. Isn’t that like, conflict of interest or something?”

“I think you need to brush up on your HR terminology,” you laugh. You peek at him out of the corner of your eye to catch the faintest tinge of pink on his cheekbones. You flustered him. You beat him at his own game, and now you sit, triumphant, while he nurses his beer and tries to come up with a witty comeback.

“You like me.”

“So?”

He laughs. “So? Soooo….what are we gonna do about it?”

You kiss him again, all logic thrown out the window where the sun is setting and the world is spinning and life is hurtling past.

You’ll figure out the rest later.

#csm x reader #hirofumi yoshida #yoshida x reader #csm fanfic #yoshida x you

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karmaxella · 1 year

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Bubbles & Surprises (1/2)

characters: Yoshida Hirofumi x fem!reader

content: MDNI, smut, dirty talking (?), fingering and pussy eating.

wc: 1.2k

a/n: i sincerely apologize if this didn’t GIVE, but i try my best to give the best descriptions lmaoo. pls enjoy 🤍

You place yourself onto the bed with your satin bathrobe wrapped around your body, flipping through the Vogue pages.

You wait for that special person in your robe, wanting to surprise him with the stuff you got in the bathroom for the both of you.

"Babes, where are you?!" Speaking of the devil.

You carefully sit up, not wanting to reveal yourself too much as you see the door opened. Yoshida is standing there with a shopping bag, and you look him up and down, waiting for the unknown suspicious thing he has in his hand to reveal itself.

"Why do you have a shopping bag in hand?" you raised a brow at him.

"Why are you in your bathrobe?" he mocks you.

You rolled your eyes, playfully. You get up from the bed, walking to him, steadily, as you grab ahold of his tie that's dangling from the collar of his shirt.

You grip it and aggressively pull it down, making him match your height since he's too tall for your liking. Yoshida snickers at you with his hands latching onto your hips, bringing you closer to him as he inhales your sweet scent.

His favourite perfume you always wear, that never fails to intoxicate him.

"Can I see?" You whisper into his lips, gesturing to the bag.

"After you tell me why you're wearing your bathrobe," he chuckles against the tip of your plumped lips.

A sly, playful grin spreads across your lips. "Let me show you," you pull softly on his hand, leading him to the bathroom. You push him in front of you, making him open the door himself. "Open it and see," you leaned into his back, smacking his ass, in a frisky way.

This causes him to let out a sigh, but a small smirk appeared onto his lips.

"This isn't your way of impressing me, is it?" he peeked over his shoulder, watching you only hide your face into his rigid back. You smile against his clothed-skin, wanting him just to hurry up and open the door.

Yoshida turns the doorknob, pushing the door open as he sees vermilion petals on the floor. A slight chuckle leaves him and continues to see the surprise reveal. The seconds pass when It's fully revealed to him, but he isn't satisfied yet. Not yet.

He turns to you, grabbing your hand and places a small, wet kiss onto your skin. And he hums into your skin, inhaling the sweet scent of yours through his nose. His hums only encourage you to explore him as well. Your free hand goes to his ebony hair, bringing him closer to you.

He leans down to your height, burying his head into the crook of your neck. His tongue runs along the sweet spot of yours, making you let out a soft gasp from his wet lips.

The familiar sensation comes out to play in your gut, making you clutch your thighs against the sleek fabric of your robe.

"Get on the counter…" Yoshida whispers, "but slides this thing off."

"I want to see the body I've adored so much… I want to see everything," he speaks into your ear.

You untie the rope wrapped around you, as the robe slides off your shoulders, letting it fall down to the floor. Your body is exposed to your lover, as he watches you in awe. It was more like gratification, to be more precise.

He undoes his belt along with his button, sliding off his pants. Throwing off his shirt with him walking to you, leaning down to grab your thighs. You jump onto him, hooking your legs around his waist.

Your lips meet his, immediately, as you kiss him hard, letting him know you're his. He walks to the counter with his hands gripping into the skin of your cheeks, placing you on the cold marble.

"You look ready for me down here… Just from how fucking wet you are," he hums into your lips.

You only moan into his mouth with his thumb running along your clit, making you furrow your brows in pleasurement. Your gut is tightening with the only touch of his thumb, making you bite your lower lip with you humming out moans.

"More?" he whispers.

But before you could respond, he inserted two of them at a slow pace. “Oh, my… God," you lift yourself a bit, trying to escape his fingers from doing it's work.

His fingers began to fleet a bit faster, making you let out half gasps from your lips. Your gut is clinching with your legs tightening around Yoshida, making you want more than just his fingers.

When you're not watching Yoshida's lips dove down to your wetness, as he goes on his knees with his lips sucking on the sensitivity of your slit. He knows you're naughty when he's not home, and you only do these kinds of surprises when you want him, his love, his body, his sex.

You wanted everything in him.

Your hand goes down to his hair, grasping it with your hips rocking faster than his tongue. Your legs try to close and clench around his head, but he pulls them apart with your clit in display. And he didn't waste the opportunity to suck on that little nip of your pussy, sending you on edge and off to your climax.

"S-slow… Baby, slow," you whined.

You begged him not to make you cum just yet, because you want to fulfil him too. But Yoshida never listens to you and your whines, knowing he wants to make you more sensitive than last time.

He wants to hear you beg him to stop overstimulating you and your poor clit, knowing you're sensitive the first time. His hand slaps your thigh with a moan leaving your lips, making whine into your mouth as your legs shake out of pleasure.

“Fuuck… Me.”

Yoshida pulls away from your folds, running his index finger along the wetness of your plumped lips, before placing a delicate kiss on them. He rubs your clit once more, feeling your soaking wet folds go onto his fingertips. With his two fingers began to pump faster into you, making sinful noises from you.

“You hear that?” Yoshida lets out a soft snicker. “That’s you… So fucking wet,” he leans down to your lips.

You grab his jaw and bring his face close to yours, kissing every inch of his swollen lips. Your hands go to his hair, messing it up with your fingers with your legs wrapped around his waist.

You moan into his lips, furrowing your brows as your arouse rises in your body. Yoshida picks you up and walks towards the bathtub, where the water is freshly poured and hot. Not super hot, but at the perfect temperature.

“In you go,” he leans down to place you in the warm water, as he gets in as well.

He sighs out of enjoyment when he dips himself into the water, as the bubbles surround his chest. And you crawl to him with the goosebumps going all over your body, as you climb into his lap. He cups your ass cheeks, waiting for you to insert yourself onto him. You stroke his shaft underneath the water, lifting yourself up more, and continue to play with his tip and your entrance.

“No teasing, baby,” he kissed your collarbone, moving your hips down as you lift up yourself, almost immediately.

“Ah, ah, ah,” you chuckle.

You lower your face down to his lips, licking the wetness of them before wrapping your lips with his.

“You make me so wet,” you moan into his lips.

“Just put it in… And let's see how wet you are after this.”

- karmaxella

#csm yoshida #yoshida chainsaw man #hirofumi yoshida x reader #yoshida smut #yoshida hirofumi #yoshida x you #csm smut #csm x reader #yoshida’s karma yoshidasbitch

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hiwofumi · 1 year

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𝗦𝗢𝗠𝗘 𝗞𝗜𝗟𝗟𝗘𝗥 𝗤𝗨𝗘𝗘𝗡 𝗬𝗢𝗨 𝗔𝗥𝗘

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“I did,” he took the bait.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“I don’t,”

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

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

“What if you peed outside?”

“And got myself arrested?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

𝟮 ︱ 𝖬𝖮𝖱𝖳𝖠𝖫 𝖡𝖮𝖣𝖸; 𝖳𝖤𝖭𝖣𝖤𝖱 𝖲𝖮𝖴𝖫𝖲

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

𝟯 ︱ 𝖨 𝖥𝖤𝖤𝖫 𝖸𝖮𝖴𝖱 𝖤𝖭𝖤𝖱𝖦𝖸 𝖱𝖴𝖲𝖧𝖨𝖭𝖦 𝖳𝖧𝖱𝖮𝖴𝖦𝖧 𝖬𝖤

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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gloryavila · 1 year

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Hirofumi Yoshida X OC!reader

A/n: This isn't anything special and these scenarios were written on Discord, not edited, proofread just purely for thirsting over Yoshida.

Please keep in mind he's aged up to 18 or older in every scenario!!

I will post them here for whatever reason, I swear I'm writing everything exept my Neteyam fic lmao 😭 anyways @mwlkie pookie this one's for you 🫶🫶

Scenario 1:

Sometimes you couldn't help but wonder and just stare at your fiancé. He's literally so beautiful and amazing, you're truly a lucky girl but he's also a very lucky guy to have you. He's beautiful but you aren't ugly either. Anyways..

You were highschool sweathearts, about to be wedded but yet somehow you still get nervous around your soon to be husband. You're guessing it's in his nature to tease you and for you to be shy but this shy with your future husband was a bit too much..

"What's wrong darling?" He asked as he turned his head around as he just parked the car in an empty parking lot.

"Ah.. nothing I was just thinking about something.." you said as you started to wonder off in thought again.

"Is something troubling my darling? Is there something I could do for my darling?"

How could you not get nervous when this utterly amazing man was talking to you like this, looking at you like this..

You got a bit shy again as your cheeks turned a pinkish color while maintaining eye contact with him.

"Hmm?" He put his hand on your cheek.

"My darling if were going to get married how nervous and shy would you be then?" He teased as his words were followed by his infamous teasing smile.

"I guess we'll have to do something about that hm? Don't you think?" He kept teasing making you even more tense and nervous as you started to fiddle with your fingers. He put his other hand on your thigh, rubbing it gently, making your heart want to escape your chest.

"Isn't it better if we take care of that now..-" he said as his voice got lower and he pulled you into a kiss. A small cute little kiss that very quickly turned into whimpering and moaning into eachothers mouths as he was on top of you in the backseat.

Scenario 2:

Friday night out with friends and most importantly your crush, Yoshida. Everything was going good until someone mentioned we should play truth or dare..

You instantly knew you were going to be exposed not just Infront of your friends but also infront of your crush you somehow successfully hid for a year.

You were hoping you could somehow skip your turn by now being active in the game but your luck had to run our sooner or later when you heard your friend say your name.

"Yes..?" You asked nervously.

She chuckled. She was definitely onto something.

"You thought I would just let you be ahh" She teased you.

'GOD DAMN IT..' You thought as your expression was sour as if you just ate a lemon. Your palms sweating and you gulped.

"I dare you to kiss Yoshida kun!" You Friend spat out your whole body was wishing the sun would explode right now, too bad it was night.

"On the cheek right?" You tried to play it off as calm as you could and your response caught Yoshidas attention.

"Yoshida kun, can she kiss your lips?" Your friend asked and he nodded in agreement.

You swore you could literally pass out. Why would Yoshida wanna kiss you.

You turned your head towards him cupping his face about to kiss him as your friend cut you off.

"No no no sit in his lap as you kiss him" She said giggling and another friend commented

"Why are you acting like a porn director" your other friend joked and another said

"Maybe that's her career dream haha"

You wanted to laugh too of the joke wasn't about 'porn' you were doing now.

"You guys shut up!! Now do it!!" You nervously sat in his lap as he made space for you and put his hands on your lower back making you shiver.

You cupped his face again and brought him closer and gave him a soft kiss but Yoshida had other plans.

He moved his hands from your lower back to your neck and face and pulled you for a deeper kiss and you got so into it you moaned a bit.

Then you realized where and you were doing.

You pulled away from the kiss your face as red as a tomato seeing a string of saliva connecting your mouths.

Scenario 3:

Summary:

U and Yoshida r married yk.. so Yoshida works away from home and he has just came over like a few days before his birthday so u ask him what he wants for his birthday.

Yoshida works away from home while you work in a maid cafe. He comes home every few days or so sometimes longer. It was just a few days before his birthday and he said he will be arriving home soon. You sat in the silent kitchen, went from patiently waiting for your husband to impatiently waiting for him. Now he has finally arrived. You two immediately brought your bodies together for hugs and kisses to express the feeling of longing between you two. You were both laying in bed as you suddenly remembered the fact he's here so you can go pick out his birthday gift together.

So you turn to look at him placing your book on the bedside table.

"So..is there something you want for your birthday?" You innocently asked your husband who looked like he couldn't wait those words escape your mouth. He was already feeling excited, I mean how could he not with a wife like you? (Excited.. take it any way u want..🤭) and he turned just to kiss you again. You couldn't help but chuckle at his sudden gesture and asked him what's the deal to which he just responded with kissing you more, deeply and more deeply. Both of you pulling your bodies close to eachother, only pulling away to take a short breath before coming back into the kiss. He pulls away but he was still so close, looking down at your eyes.

"I think you already know what I want" He teased his own wife as she blushed at his words knowing damn well what he wanted. But what could she possibly do? How could she possibly resist her sweet husbands birthday request? Exactly. She returned the deep kisses as his hands easily found a way into her nightgown, both touching any part of skin they could..

You both adored the feeling and taste of eachothers lips. He was quite a tease. Touching and brushing over your sensitive areas and pretending like he didn't. It either made you feel flustered or frustrated longing for his touch. Now naturally you would be the one recieving but since it was his birthday gift you decided to take matters into your own hands. You were now sitting on his lap, hands wrapped around his neck as whimpers and moans filled the previously silent room. You layed him down while sitting on his lap, exactly where you should be, moving your hips as you looked at your husband trying to keep his cool. You leaned in unbottoning his shirt and gently going over from his lower stomach to his abs and then kissing him again. By now you could literally feel his boner under you as you say on it purposely putting pressure on it. It seemed like you weren't doing anything special but in reality of this man he was moaning and whimpering at any slight movement you made, any action you made.

He finished taking off your nightgown successfully while you took his pants off. Now you were again on top of him fingering yourself for him to watch. Even though this wasn't the first time you guys were doing this, you were married afterall but he was used to doing everything now it felt a bit embarrassing as he watched you finger yourself. He wanted to be the one to so it so he opposed. He was now on top of you and gently placed his two long fingers into your pussy (😭). It felt good. It felt amazing actually. You could have an orgasm just with him fingering you like this. After some fingering you decided to take matters into your own hands again in an attempt to pleasure your husband for his birthday, you already succeeded in that though, but it was already too late to stop so why not just continue..? Now you were on top of his literally riding his dick as his fingers dug deep into your skin from the pleasure. Both of your eyes rolling back.

"I'm gonna come.." he said between whimpers and you heard him in-between your moans. You put him whole inside of you, it made you feel so filled up but weird at the same time, still enjoyable and pleasurable. He expected you to move but you didn't you kept doing what you were, nodding letting him know u heard him. You were gonna let him come inside of you without a condom. Well it didn't really matter since you were married for a few years now. He came inside of you and you couldn't help but tremble at the feeling of it. It felt so good but it still felt like your whole body was on fire from the pleasure.

After that you both took a shower together, washing eachothers hair and stuff.

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Honestly the reason these were written like they were is because I honestly couldn't keep serious while writing these 😭😭😭🙏🙏

Wise words from my pookie shmookie

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⌕ chainsaw man - yoshida hirofumi.

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aliusworld · 1 year

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Open Book

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Yoshida x Reader

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What’s to come: fluff, ooc yoshida, technically manga spoilers but not really, reader has an ex boyfriend, not proof read, gen I cannot tell if this is good or not haha pls tell me if it’s acceptable

Description: You can read everyone, except Yoshida. You soon make plans to get to know him better, they fail abruptly and he’s the one reading you instead.

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The seat next to you is empty, it always is. Your classmate is never here. You don’t exactly mind, he has a good excuse. The teachers love him, the girls love him, the guys want to be him. Hirofumi Yoshida.

You liked him too, he was nice to be around. Always so calm, it was sort of concerning. His smile was freaky and his eyes were dark, no light to be seen. His hair covered them nicely, you weren’t sure how he was even able to see. He had a small beauty mark under his lip towards the left side, it complimented him perfectly. Yoshida wore his uniform with his coat always worn properly. It was cute on him, nothing out of the ordinary. Though, his actual personality was quite strange. You could never place your finger on it, he was different from everyone else. He was extremely hard to read.

Fortunately for you though, Yoshida found you hard to read as well. You always found your way into his brain whether he liked it or not, lying at the back of his head at all times. Of course, that was usually because he had to focus on his job. If it weren’t for that, his main focus would be you completely.

Yoshida had been gone from classes for almost a week, this isn’t unusual. You weren’t lonely, you had other friends, but he was interesting and you were still in the middle of trying to decode him.

You felt bad for him, missing days of schoolwork because of “family emergency’s”. Not that you really missed his presence next to you though, right?

You didn’t need to miss him again because you two would regain all that time apart when you tutored him on all that he missed, whether it be school work or the latest gossip. He didn’t seem to mind your ramblings about the latest clubs, fashion trends, what the class average was, none of that. Yoshida listened to what you had to say, well… you hope he was listening. You still can’t really tell yet. He was a strange phenomenon, you could tell everything about everyone just by the way they breathed. Yoshida is strange. He’s crept up on you and scared you without meaning to. His presence is unknown until he makes himself visible. He breathes quietly, too quietly.

Today, Yoshida was back. You waved to him, he waved back. Nothing new. What is a good way to learn more about one another? What if you two were to hang out together after school, that sounds fun. Maybe you could do that after you give him your notes, yeah. That’ll work, and if he declines, then you’ll just have to think of something else.

“Hey Yoshida, you’re a popular guy, right?” You speak up, you were sat backwards on a chair so you could look at him up close. He was a lot more pretty up close. Yoshida nods and continued to scribble down more notes without looking up at you, “Do you have any free days? I’d like to hang out with you without it being related to school. We are friends, right?” You pout a little, his expression didn’t change. Maybe you will need to come up with a different plan.

“Mmm, yeah. We’re friends. I’m free tomorrow, and I’m done.” Yoshida looked up from his paper, he looked into your eyes. You quickly looked away, how awkward. You take back the note book as you praise him for his efficiency. Glancing at his notes, his handwriting was nice, but his notes weren’t as detailed as yours, “If we’re done now, I’ll be leaving.” Yoshida got up from his chair and began putting his notes in his book bag. His hands looked nice too, you noticed they were also slightly bruised. What does he even do after school?

Yoshida watched you for a second before waving a goodbye, you waved back. You hung your head down, you smiled to yourself. He said yes to hanging out with you. You couldn’t wait to learn more.

Yoshida thought about you, he was thinking exactly what you were. This hang out session would be a perfect way to learn more about you. He needed you. You knew a lot about everyone in this school, he needed to utilize that. Especially since his main mission is to protect Denji.

Getting you on his side wouldn’t be hard, it never is. Yoshida’s charm is unmatched, anyone would fall for him. You wouldn’t be an exception. You were cute, you caught Yoshida’s eye the first day he stepped foot into the building. The best part was that you were the most useful person to him in school, he listened to your ramblings. He hasn’t been here for long, but he knew a lot about everyone thanks to you. He wouldn’t even need to work hard to talk to you, you’re always the one starting to conversation anyways. Yoshida smiles to himself as he makes his way to Denji’s classroom. This will be easy.

Tomorrow came in an instant, Yoshida was waiting for you to pack everything back in your book bag, his eyes were on you. You could feel them. The classroom emptied slowly, you said goodbye to your friends and shifted your full attention to Yoshida.

“Alright then! Let’s go, we’re not going to go far from school. All you need to do is follow me!” You grab your book bag and walked out of the classroom with Yoshida to your side, he loomed over you like a shadow.

The walk was nice, Yoshida actually spoke up first for a few conversations. They were mostly about school, but you liked to blurt out new interesting news going around.

“Did you know that some girl from class 2-A showed up to school drunk? Apparently it’s because she went through a bad break up!”

“Isn’t drinking illegal at our age?”

“Haha, yeah. I have no clue where she got it, maybe it was her parents?”

Yoshida’s voice was cool and collected, even when he was interested in what you had to say. His voice was soothing, you liked it a lot actually. Walking with him was nice, maybe you should do it more often.

“Oh, Yoshida! Are you in any clubs?” You asked, if he answers then you might be able to learn what his interests are! You’ve seen him stay after school a lot, so maybe he is in one.

“The Devil Hunters Club.”

“Oh. Really? I didn’t think you’d wanna be a Devil Hunter when you were older… Cool I guess” Your tone shifted slightly, The Devil Hunters Club. What a joke, it was just made recently and it’s been taking members from all the other existing clubs. That made you a little annoyed, the club you were partaking in had recently disbanded due to the lack of members.

“What about you?” Yoshida looked at you, his eyes were dark but mesmerizing.

“Well, I’m not in a club anymore. Maybe I should join the Devil Hunters Club? How is it so far?” You look up to the sky, releasing yourself from staring at Yoshida. You weren’t really interested in Devil Hunting, but you could fake it for him.

“I’m not sure. I already signed up, but I haven’t attended a meeting yet. Maybe I could bring you with me.” Yoshida smirked, you blushed just a little and stopped your walking.

“That’d be fun… Anyways, we’re here. This is the place!~” You gesture to the building in front of you. It was nice and large, in fact, it was an arcade. An arcade you used to spent most of your free time with friends, but recently you’ve been coming alone. The games Yoshida chooses to play would be a terrific way on understanding him more. The factors being; what the genre of game is, how well he plays them, and if he’d be willing to play games that he’s never played before and or you suggest! The plan was secured as you held the door open for him. “You brought your money, right? I can pay for you if you didn’t.” You smile and play generous, but in reality, you’re only doing this so he could like you better.

“It’s fine, I brought enough for myself.” Yoshida smiles back, he hands his money to the worker at the front desk as you two gather tokens, “An arcade? I didn’t think you’d be the type of person to like things like this.”

“What does that mean? I love this place, I love all the games they have here! I’m not like amazing at them, but their really fun…” You speak your truth while walking with him to a specific game you wanted to start the day off with, it was your absolute favorite game. Project Melody, it was simple rhythm game. The mechanics were easy to understand; tap, hold, swipe. This game specifically can tell you a lot about someone, some people refuse to play games like these because they don’t believe that it’s a “real” game. Some don’t play because they aren’t confident and don’t feel like trying. Some play and have no rhythm, which says a lot about ones character. Meanwhile some play and succeed or even overachieve. Things are going to play perfectly for you. “We can play this one first, yeah? It’s a single player thing, and I’m great at it! Watch me work.” You giggle as you sit down on the game’s chair and select a song you were the most confident with after inserting one of your many tokens.

The song had an absolutely amazing vibe, the lyrics were passionate, the singer was powerful, and the musical chart was perfectly matching the melody. A full combo, you gleefully turn back to look at Yoshida. He looked amused at your situation. “Alright Yoshida, how about you try and play as good as me? I’m a master at this game so ask me if you need any help!~” You joke, but you slightly wished he would indeed need help. Yoshida looked at you and sighed as he sat down slightly, the game booth was small for him. You laugh to yourself and watch him play. You couldn’t tell if he chose a song at random, but the song he selected was an up beat song with questionable lyrics. He was good, but not as good as you. You look at him with pride after he finishes, “I can see why you like this game so much, [name].” Yoshida says as he lifts himself back up.

“Ohohoho, not a full combo? Don’t worry your little head, some people just aren’t as gifted as me!” You laugh, he scoffs to himself as you two walk around the arcade again.

Making your way to another game, it was bigger. Big enough for two people to stand inside of, specifically a shooting game. One you had enough practice on.

“Yoshida, are you afraid of zombies?”

“Not really, they aren’t real so their isn’t anything to be afraid of.” Yoshida looked smug as usual, nothing about his expression changed. Is he keeping his guard up or was he always like this?

A two player zombie shooting game, Yoshida was terribly good at it. Maybe this one’s his favorite? You died first and he snickered at your failure, you watched him play. He was still so good even after you try and grab his attention to focus on something else. You tried your best to make him fail, you didn’t succeed. He continued until the word “WIN” was seen on the screen. He hit the jackpot, tickets started shooting out of the machine. You complimented him and groaned internally.

The trip was a delight, you two played together for a long time. Your time spent here was the most fun you had in awhile, so fun in fact, it had slipped your mind to pay attention to your surroundings.

“Hey, do you want anything to drink? I can get you water or something.” You ask, you’re throat had been getting dry after all the walking and talking you’d been doing.

“Sure that’s fine, I’ll come with you.” Yoshida stood up from the booth and made his way next to you

“You don’t need to do that, it’s only a small trip to the lounge.” Despite your best efforts, Yoshida continued to follow you to order a few beverages.

The drink you ordered was sweet, it was the house special. Perfect for a picture, Yoshida ordered the same thing as you. His face was pretty while he spoke to the ‘bartender’. You closed your eyes and turn your head as you could feel your face turning red.

“Why are you back here, [name]?” You heard a familiar voice perk up from behind you, your ex. “Is this your new boyfriend?” You turn around to face him, he was just as disgusting as ever. You forgot he also spent his time here, you should have never chosen this place.

“He’s not my boyfriend. We’re just hanging out as friends, why don’t you still understand that?” You scoff as you grab your drink and pay. Yoshida was still by your side, you slowly shift further away. “And why would you care?”

“Why wouldn’t I care? You still like me, it-“ He spoke up, his voice was annoying. It’s burnt into you brain. You would never be able to emotionally recover from him, he was nice while he lasted.

“Shut up.” You raised your voice, you shocked yourself a little. Yoshida looked at you, his face was concerned. He shouldn’t be concerned for you. You could read his face just a little better, his eyebrows were furrowed just the slightest.

“What, you wanna look cool in front of your new boy toy?” He stepped closer to you, you step back

“Don’t cause a scene, bitch.” You spit out, his whole existence made you mad. You couldn’t look at his face, “Let’s go, we can keep the tickets and coins for later…” You step further away and gesture to Yoshida to leave.

“If you two aren’t together, why is it ‘we’?”

“I don’t know why you’re acting like this, you’re the one who broke it off!” You sigh and walk away, your ex soon latched onto your arm, his grip was tight.

“Let go.” Yoshida separated you from your ex with a swift shove, his glare was strong. You stare at your ex, he had fallen to the floor. You look at your arm, is was definitely going to bruise soon. You leave the arcade, you probably won’t be allowed back in for causing a scene. You mutter a few curses as you stepped out of the building.

Yoshida trailed behind you. You didn’t dare look him in the eyes, your ex’s voice faded away. All noise did. Your face was red from embarrassment, what would Yoshida think of you now? In fact, you were tearing up. You hid your face from him and stumbled into a small cafe.

“Go sit down, thanks for helping me” You lift your head up to face him, you didn’t look at him though. “I’m going to the bathroom, order anything you want. I’ll be paying!” You pep up your voice and give him a thumbs up before going to the restroom as hot tears slipped from your eyes.

Yoshida was kind and mature, he didn’t think he had anything for you. He just wanted to use you so his mission could succeed, that’s why he pushed your ex of you, right? He sat down uncomfortably, the cafe was nice. You were nicer though, he noticed your red eyes, he wanted to say something, but he decided against it.

He watched you make your way to the restroom, your head was hung low. He feels bad for you, maybe he should deal with the ex problem himself. He knows he has enough power to get rid of him. Then again, that isn’t something a normal high schooler would do. He’s trying his best to keep an uneventful life and keep things under control behind the shadows, using you was his plan to know everything about everyone. You weren’t easy though, he couldn’t read you, but now your barriers were gone and you were defenseless. He didn’t want anyone else seeing that, maybe that’s why he stepped in.

Yoshida ordered a coffee and a small dessert, he wasn’t planning on making you pay. You walk back from the restroom, your face was less red and covered in small splashes of water. You smile at him and order something for yourself.

“Yoshida, you don’t think any less of me now, right?” You sweat just a tad while looking at him

“No, everyone has relationship problems at some point. It’s normal-“

“Do you think everyone else sees me as calm and collected and cool like I see you?” You blurt out, your barriers were indeed fully gone.

“Where is this coming from?”

“It’s just that, I’ve been playing this facade so I wouldn’t have to be alone again. You’re different from everyone else and I can’t read you at all, and I’ve basically been training my entire life for stuff like that! It feels so dumb, I planned this trip so I could get to know you better but it failed and now I feel bad.” You kept going on and on, “I’m sorry. I said a lot.”

“It’s okay, I don’t mind. I like listening to you.” Yoshida smiled, this time it was sincere and you weren’t scared off.

“Oh, and I’m sorry you had to be caught up in all that stuff…” You put your head in your hands and sigh

“No seriously [name], it’s fine. I like hanging out with you, even if it’s not the way you planned it out to be.” Yoshida’s voice was soft, softer than you’d ever heard him before. You blush just a little bit, it would be unnoticeable to others, but you were an open book to Yoshida now.

“Thanks for being my friend, Yoshida. You’re great.” You smile back, your heart aches for him. You ignored it and concluded your hang out session for the day.

Yoshida smiled, he knew you already fell for him. Though he didn’t notice he’d slightly fallen for you too.

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A/n: I wasn’t on hiatus or anything sorry for not posting I was just writing this and also tests started back up and after school activities blah blah

Hashtag this fanfic might be just a bunch of one shots, like there might be a part two to this I don’t know…

I love yoshida but my small little brain is just NOT WORKING I HAVE IDEAS BIT I CANT PUT THEM I TO WORDS

anyways would u guys b ok if I posted pics of this y/n (who happens to be an oc) and Yoshida pics like cute little cute things

ALSO MANGA SPOILERS!!!!!! (If/when I make a part two)

#aliusworld #csm x you #csm x y/n #chainsaw man x reader #chainsaw man x you #yoshida x you #yoshida x y/n #yoshida x reader #yoshida hirofumi x reader #csm x reader

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tags! 🕸️ yoshida hirofumi x f!reader, 18+ content — devil fucking/monsterfucking (literally), oral (f receiving), lots of spit is involved, pet names (doll), slight praise kink, double penetration, dirty talk, teasing, impact play (spanking) ... this is pure filth but yolo — 2.8k

P.S : this work can be interpreted as a second part to this one, or a stand-alone fic, also all characters are aged up

🕷️ — ao3 link!

Sometimes your brain brings you to places you shouldn’t be, to meet people twice as horny as you are.

Except it’s not with a person that you’re dealing with tonight ‒ well, not just your man, at least –, but with something entirely different.

A being made of ink and whose desires you can no longer deny it.

“Come closer.”

Your eyelids flutter at the tone, but you do as instructed and crawl backwards on your knees, right where it wants you to be. Yet your sweaty back clashes with a human chest, not tentacles, before reaching the edge of the bed.

Slender fingers come to press into the flesh of your hips and you giggle. There’s no need to turn, for you know how needy the man behind you is, already.

You grind on your boyfriend’s hard-on in retaliation, sighing in unison with him when you feel his cock twitch and slap against your lower back.

Small victories before I’m completely annihilated by the inhuman one, you think to yourself with an inner smile. What little decency you have left goes straight to the drain.

“Hey, stranger. I thought you were going to sit this one out.” the words fall off your lips calmly, almost teasing as you continue saying, “Can’t really let your Devil have all the fun tonight, am I right?”

Black locks frame part of your face as the man behind you tilts your head towards his. His lips stretch upward, and you feel the impish smile on your own when he kisses you. The scent of seawater in your nostrils, the wet touch of excitement dripping down your legs with just a touch of his ‒ theirs ‒ is enough for you to drown in.

Yoshida is one hell of a tease, and the Octopus Devil is no less aggravating. It is the latter that is playing with you now, and its partner had agreed not to participate in the little carousel of sins.

But then again: like master, like puppet.

Deceitful till the end.

“How can I be on the sidelines when you look like this? I can’t help myself, you know that.” Yoshida points out, his dominant hand now descending between your thighs.

“So pretty”, his index and middle fingers’ pads flatten on your clit and you lurch forward. Out of instinct, you arch your back like a cat while you stretch your arms on the bed, nails ready to dig in the soft mattress as pleasure takes over because it will overshadow every shred of embarrassment you might still have.

The sight in front of him, of your glistening cunt puffy with need, almost knocks Yoshida off his feet. “Fuck.”

Transfixed on the view in front of him, the Devil Hunter follows in your footsteps. He rolls down to his knees, joining you on the bed.

Then he bends over you until his face is almost buried in your folds.

“Yoshida.” you shoot him a warning look from above your shoulder, but he dodges it with a simple puff of air. He exhales on your pussy and the truth of it all settles in you.

He’s a mad man tonight. Long gone is the time for you to persuade him.

A Devil and its Hunter are joining forces to take you apart.

As the diligent man he is, Yoshida pulls away to gently tug at your knees and you spread your legs almost immediately.

That earns you a kiss on the back and one in the crook of your inner thighs, right where you feel your boyfriend’s hair tickle your skin as he tastes your juices on his tongue.

At first, you don’t realize who he’s talking to.

“If there’s a God up there, they must know how much I love to eat you out from the back. Today is my lucky day.

Are you okay with that, my friend?”

But when you feel the grim voice of the Octopus Devil in your head, everything clicks.

“Yes. Prepare her for me.”

“My pleasure.” that’s all Yoshida says before he buries his face in your pussy. You don’t even have time to react that his tongue sneaks out of his mouth and it’s already inching up. It takes the man only a matter of seconds to spread your ass cheeks apart with his hands to run his wet muscle up your fold to lick, savor you.

The sole knowledge of him devouring you like a famished man makes you dizzy, and the goosebumps awakening all over your spine don’t escape Hirofumi’s gaze.

“Look at you. You’re gushing.” your boyfriend sings-songs on your exposed flesh, but gives you no time to reply to that, easing a finger into your pussy to silence you while his tongue goes in and out of your other hole. Only a soft gasp escapes you, but it turns into a loud whisper as you feel Yoshida draw back to push his thumb in your ass hole, stretching open the tight ring of muscles to keep himself busy.

If he indulges his thoughts, his sensations, he’d be coming all over your back already.

He’s that much of a sucker for you. But tonight, he won’t give in to his needs. He won’t stray from the ultimate goal.

That being said, it doesn’t mean he will cut you some slack.

He’s grinning like a maniac when he adds, “Guess I won’t need to use a lot of spit tonight. You’re enjoying yourself a bit too much.

Am I right, doll?”

You melt in a puddle of goo and let out a breathy ‘y-yes”. Like a block of clay, you are ready for the man behind you and his devilish friend to be shaped and molded on their whims and fancies.

“Is she ready?”

Yoshida chuckles, and his warm breath has you moaning on the fitted sheets of the mattress.

He’s already withdrawing and instinct takes over.

“Don’t be impatient, Octopus. You'll have a piece of her soon enough. Or two, if she doesn’t want me to touch her any longer.

I’ll stop right away.”

A hand of yours flies to his nape, fingers digging into his skin and breath itching in your chest. Strings of desperate pleas drip down your parted lips, tears of frustration start to build up in your eyes, as well.

It works like a charm. All he wanted was an explicit consent, and you gave them both one laced with craving. And that’s more than enough.

You shake your head gingerly, voice cracking. You yield, cry in want, “No, no! Please, don’t stop. I want you, Hiro.

I want you both inside me.”

You nod, followed by a brazen smile, pushes Yoshida to continue his ministration. He’s all over you again, eating you out in earnest as you keen and squirm. Under the relentless pace he sets, with Yoshida’s tongue and fingers on and in you, you don’t notice a tentacle has snaked its way towards you until you feel it rest on your hip.

“Fine, then.

You’ll take us both like the good girl you are, uhm?”

“She’s ready.”

It's not a question this time, but a fact. You sigh in anticipation, and the hand still hooked behind your boyfriend’s head falls at your side, and your upper torso collapses on the mattress.

But Hirofumi doesn’t stop, and he even grabs you by your hair to turn your head, to see for yourself as he stands up behind you. His other hand stays in place and his nails scratch your scalp deliciously when Yoshida licks his fingers clean to then unload a huge amount of spit on his palm.

The world blurs, and you feel your eyes roll in the back of your head as he adds fuel to the fire, smearing it all over your ass and pussy slowly, circling your clit a few times with a wet thumb.

You are at your limit already, and whose fault is that? Oh, right.

Yours, and yours only.

But you’re not complaining, not in the slightest. Especially if it brings you closer to fulfilling one of your wildest, wettest dreams ever dreamt by you. Or anyone else, because it really was a filthy, down-right mess of tentacles, spit, cum and moans.

And now it’s starting to look exactly like that.

Yoshida’s body is taut against yours as he claims, “Her pussy is mine.”

“Fine with me. I’ll have her ass, then.”

A sudden shiver shakes you. You wouldn’t think such straightforwardness would turn you on, but it does.

And for the first time in a while, you just give in to the moment and allow the Devil Hunter to kiss the small on your back, bite the tender skin close to your ass and push himself into you at once. Momentum and sharp thrusts are what you all need this time.

Your whimpers increase in volume as you feel yourself opening up for the Octopus as its tentacle works through your tightness, pushing through the spit as it takes its place in you.

Pure muscle, slippery with the mess flowing between your legs. That’s what is bruising your insides, stroking each and every one without struggle.

It’s huge, but no suckers in sight. Small mercies, these are the thoughts running amok in your mind while your legs tremble and your heart leaps out of your chest.

It’s really happening.

You lean into Yoshida, vision fogged by pleasure. Then he bottoms out, as he’s already done a thousand times before, but what really sets you on fire is the moment it does, too.

“Breathe through your nose. You need to relax.”

“I feel s-so full”, you’re nothing but a babbling mess right now, “give me a minute.”

The man hugs you from behind. “We’re not going anywhere. Take all the time you need, love.”

It hits you where it hurts, and your voice matches the storm inside you as you hiss, “You don’t even have a nose. Don’t tell me what to do.”

Nothing happens for a few minutes, and you do calm yourself a bit. But then Yoshida picks up a neck-breaking space, and a sudden sting on your lower half shakes you.

Turning, you see your boyfriend’s hand collide with your ass cheek again, pistoning in you at the same time while his other hand wraps around your throat.

As if it’s not enough, the Devil joins him and another tentacle literally spanks you as you yelp, knees pressing harder against the bed.

“Do not disrespect me again, girl. My patience is running thin, and you don’t want me to stop now, don’t you? Answer me.”

Your body responds before your mouth does. Shaking at the thought, you whimper out a soft “sorry, I won’t do it again”, and the Octopus emits a sort of strained sund, almost as if it’s laughing at your eagerness.

My God. You’re a mess.

Cramped between Yoshida and the Octopus Devil, you feel fucking needed. You’re the object of all their desires, and for you to give in to their joint touch so easily is a bliss.

Without warning, Hirofumi hides his face in the crook of your neck, nuzzling at it with affection, devotion even, as the friction between your bodies escalates.

Perspiration rolls down like waterfalls from you both, but it is what he whispers on your ear shell that makes you wetter, to clench around his cock and its tentacle like crazy. Yoshida almost stops in his tracks, overwhelmed, but he grunts on your skin and declares, “Be ready to be covered in my cum, doll. Oh, you feel so good around us.

Am I right, Octopus?”

The Devil simply sighs in your minds, too busy diving in and out of your ass at a maddening pace. Hungry for a shattering orgasm, you buck into their thrusts and they both stop for a split second, surprised by how desperate you are seeming to become by the second.

“You want to come?” Yoshida asks, eyes skittering all over your form and you nod, gripping the sheets as the coil in your stomach grows tighter.

It pinches you just right as the dark-haired Devil Hunter gives a final, sharp thrust in your cunt and his Devil stills in you, letting your body adjust to it when the orgasm you so longed for washes over your limbs. You really collapse on the mattress with both of them still inside you, while white-hot jabs of pure euphoria embed in your every cell.

Still you rock your hips back and forth, relishing in the way Yoshida’s shaft grazes your walls and the tentacle in your ass clogs you with its girth.

His vision tunnels into it and after that, Yoshida Hirofumi is a thinking man no more.

“Hiro, please. Come.

Don’t make me wait.” your plea, laced with the sight of you prying open your lower lips with both hands, hit him like a trainwreck.

“Fuck, fuck. Fuck.” his growls are wolfish, and a demon seems to possess him because while you’re still riding your own release, he goes searching for his own, driving himself impossibly further into you. You just moan, too far gone to do anything else, but cover his hands on your waist with yours when he finally comes, shooting his semen deep and hard in you. But that doesn’t stop him, and he pumps his cum back into you until your legs cramp and you twitch in overstimulation.

“Did you forget about me?”

The first thing you see after Yoshida pulls out of you is his face. He sidles up to you and pulls you in for a soothing kiss you accept amidst smiles. The man has stars in his eyes, pussy-drunk, as he stares at you.

“Was I too rough?”

You tilt your head. “Of course not. I like it rough, dumbass.”

Aware of the tone, you arch your back against the tentacle and chuckle. “I could never. Come on, do your worst, Octopus. I won’t stop you.”

Lewd, sinful sounds erupt from you as Yoshida turns your head around again to let you see what’s happening. His thick seed still descends down your inner thighs, but you feel another bead of wetness mix with it when another tentacle, a third one, laps up the mess to then rub it on your ass.

“Relax. You’re too pretty to be so tense around me. Can you do it?”

The Devil doesn’t have to ask you twice. Moaning, you cut off your body’s protest and mewl when the tentacle clasps inside you. Dull is the ache between your legs but you couldn’t care less.

Already feeling another orgasm approaching, it doesn’t take long for Yoshida to give the Devil a go, and the entity thrusts into you all at once.

And its other tentacles come out to play, as well.

You try to break out into loud whimpers, but the view is so breathtaking that you close your mouth as Yoshida gazes at your expressions, starstruck.

You’re a beauty.

The thick tentacle in your pussy, with the other still in your other hole, is more than enough to rip you apart. The squelching noises are intoxicating.

But then, the Devil lives up to its name, and the third one presses against your clit.

“Let’s kick this up a notch.”

A sucker appears out of nowhere, and it starts sucking and stimulating your engorged bud. That’s too much for you to handle and you come with a choked scream, limbs shaking and chest flat against the bed as your face is smashed against Hirofumi’s chest.

“Good.”

Low hums accompany you through the high, and you’re able to see straight again, you’re welcomed by your boyfriend’s wicked smile. The tentacles are gone, and so is the Octopus Devil’s presence from your mind.

To say you’re spent would be an understatement.

You lay on your stomach, exhausted, and watch as Hirofumi The earrings on his ears beam under the dim light of the table lamp next to him when he leans into you, leaving a small kiss on the corner of your lips.

“Fear not, girl. I’m satisfied for now. But when the urge will be back, I hope you’ll be ready for me. In the meantime, enjoy your bath with my Devil Hunter.”

“My beautiful doll. You really are something unique. Come, let’s go for a bath.”

“Not with Octopus. I need some days to recover.”

And with that, it withdraws for good. A dash of excitement covers you like a thin veil. There will be another time, for sure. And maybe many more.

Your chuckles are ecstatic when you turn to Yoshida. “My Devil Huntr? It seems our mutual friend can be sentimental.”

He grunts, taking you in his arms as he walks towards the bathroom. Only when you’re both in the bathtub with hot water running on your skin and bubbles covering you he confesses, desperate,

“Don’t get me started.”

#voice of cassandra #yoshida hirofumi #yoshida hirofumi smut #yoshida smut #yoshida x you #csm smut #chainsaw man smut

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