You asked your devil, please give me a weapon to protect Aki.Īnd now here we are, after the devil took both your eyes permanently. Your contract with your devil meant that you sacrificed your left eye for them in exchange for their power. But when you saw Aki shut his eyes to prepare for an incoming death blow, you knew there was one last thing you needed to do for him. You’ve had juniors, seniors, peers die around you. So, when a devil was about to slice his head off, you made a sacrifice for him. The two of you managed to survivor over three years together, which is an eternity for devil hunters. The other constant in your career has been Aki. It’s the one constant for a Devil Hunter’s life. You were honestly surprised that you managed to make it to some sort of retirement from Public Safety, forced or not. “So… that’s the end of my field career,” you think to yourself. You wrote your devil a blank check to save your special division squad. However, when you reach your face, there are no bandages. You reach up to your face to lift the bandages off your eyes so you can look around you. You’d been in the hospital enough times due to your career to recognize hospital chic. You run your hands over thin cotton sheets. Your muscles ached, but you managed to compel yourself to wiggle your toes and your fingers. The first thing you noticed was a sickly antiseptic chemical smell that slightly burned your nostrils. Aki comes to visit reader, and the two share a short angsty kiss. Summary: Devil Hunter!gn!Reader wakes up injured in a hospital after a mission gone wrong. Inspo from this post by Thank you so much! all sweaty above him, panting, with his body so so close to yours.Hello guys! This is my first Chainsaw Man fic.
and he learns he can recreate it later, on his own, while imagining you. the friction feels unbelievably good, and that’s when that feeling clicks in his brain. he just knows that it feels great when one of you is pinned down to the ground, or when he can feel your chest against his back through your uniform. inosuke, who cant admit his ulterior motive to wrestling with you. inosuke gets the idea of relationships, yes, and mating, but this feels different somehow. being raised in the wild, he doesn’t get why he feels the way that he does about you.
he runs a hand through his hair, imagining it’s yours. he thinks about your boobs pressed against his back when you leaned over him, and how your hair smelled, and even the singular time he’s seen you eat a popsicle. but he just can’t help himself, his mind keeps wandering to the times you’ve talked to him. aki, who knows if they ever caught him jerking off he would never hear the end of their teasing. you once stretched near him, your soft groan and face has stayed engrained in his head ever since.Īki, who’s terrified that power and denji will hear him in his room. it’s borderline obsession, really, he wonders the kinds of bras and panties that you wear, and he wonders if he could pull off stealing them. he’s finally got a hot girl by his side, and you’re just the cutest thing ever in his eyes. denji, who doesn’t wanna scare you off by turning out to be grosser than power. but i’m too lazy to redo itĭenji, who you think you’ve seen the worst of. Like, a dude who just feels so gross about the shit he’s into, and the power imbalance when you inevitably find out about itĪlso wow, this concept really got away from me and just turned into yandere shit, sorry. Something about closet pervs are just so hot to me
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