#aki x reader

[vevelt32]

an excerpt from my aki x reader fic except himeno kind of sort of meets you before he does... and the two of u become lowk codependent sisters

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✧Aki x Reader - His Kind Of Crazy ✧

Fluff | Chainsaw man AU | Established Relationship | Public Safety isn't exactly known for hiring normal people… and Aki wouldn't have you any other way.

* Warning: mention of blood.

The smell of blood quickly fills the small space inside the car.

Another job completed.

You had cracked your window open. Being able to feel the wind on your skin always helped to bring you back.

Your heart beating slower. Fresh air in your lungs.

Aki drove, like always. Hands steady on the wheel. Jaw set.

His mind is still preoccupied with the mission you had just complete. How violent you had been. How fearless and confident you had become in your abilities.

How much blood.

Your opponent never stood a chance with the two of you together.

While your husband replayed the mission in his head, you found yourself mesmerized by his features instead.

"You missed a spot," you say sweetly, leaning over the center console with a cloth.

Aki keeps his eyes on the road, a real professional, like always.

"...where?" He asks, looking at his reflection in the rearview mirror without much success.

With the cloth wrapped around your finger, you tap softly on the spot right under his jaw. Slowly. Deliberately.

"Oh, right there."

You feel him tense under your touch. No matter how many years you spent by each others sides. He braces himself for more of your touch while you crave his every silent reaction.

His grip tightening on the wheel. Knuckles turning white.

"Sit back." he almost order.

But, as usual, you don't necessarily obey his command.

Instead— instead, you lean closer, pressing a kiss where blood had been moments ago, on your precious husband's skin.

"There," you say pulling back into your seat. "All clean." Your sweet and innocent face not nearly matching your blood soaked uniform.

Where Aki only had a few splatters, you were almost drenched.

The man exhale through his nose, slightly shaking his head. "You're insane, love."

You smile up at him like he handed you a love letter. "Thanks, babe."

The car slowly comes to a stop, waiting at a red light.

Aki finally turns to look at you, his usual stern expression softens when they land on you. Fond like every time his tired blue eyes settle on you, he remembers all the years that you spent together that led the two of you to this moment.

And why he'd do it all again in a heartbeat.

Your hair is a mess, too stubborn to stay how you tied them in the first place. Your uniform not only stained but torn at different places. Red liquid marking your face like war paint.

All the while you look at him like when you hand him his coffee in the morning. Soft, honest and unfiltered.

"You hurt?" he asks quietly.

You tilt your head. "Are you worried Mr. Hayakawa?"

Your husband sighs at your usual teasing. "Answer the question Ms. Hayakawa."

"No," you answer truthfully. "It's not mine."

His hand moves like a reflex. Brushing your cheek with his thumb.

Dragging gently through the dried blood staining your skin.

Checking. Assessing. Taking care. Even if he won't admit it.

"...good." He mutters.

Without even thinking, you find yourself leaning into his touch. As much as you're teasing him. You're as hopeless as he is.

"You know," you say softly, breaking the soft silence in the car. "most husbands would panic."

"Well, first, we are not most people," he starts, a small smile tugging at the side of his mouth. "—and second, that's why you married me."

The light turns green. But Aki doesn't move right away. Like time and space entirely stopped around you.

"...you always flirt with me after every mission," he says, his dark eyes fixed on yours.

"Only when we survive."

"I wouldn't let the opposite happen."

You wink at him. "Exactly."

Aki shakes his head, the car starts moving again. "...crazy."

You lean your body over the console again, your head resting on his shoulder while he safely drives through the streets.

"But I'm your crazy," you mutter, breathing in his scent instead of the smell of blood on your clothes.

Aki doesn't answer. He doesn't need to. After thousands of mornings and evenings shared together. You know what the other means without even using words.

Your hand softly resting on his thigh as he presses on the gas pedal. But his hand finds yours soon after, holding it in his own.

Firm, grounding, his thumb slowly tracing across your knuckles.

After a moment, your eyes close. No matter how the missions go, or how many devils cross your path, unravelling another chaos.

You'll always have your husband enabling your crazy... and cherishing every part of you.

♡ i bet Aki makes the best curry ♡

♡ more of them enabling you like you do with them ➺ masterlist

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Aki's kisses specifically lingering on your waist knowing you're ticklish and smirking against your skin everytime you squirm.

[vevelt32]

[hellismytboycunt]

Comforting Aki after a nightmare <3

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Sometimes, nights with Aki were hard. His past haunted him, and truly, you expected it. Everything he went through, it was obviously going to leave a scar on him. Physically and mentally. But you were always here for him when those nights occured.When he would wake up, gasping, sweat trickling down his temples, a haunted look in his eyes.

He always tried to be quiet, always tried to calm himself down enough not to disturb you and peacefully go back to sleep. But it almost never worked.

He could hear his own heart beating in his ears, his pulse felt too loud, the room to big and not big enough at the same time. And as much as he tried to keep his breaths low, he always, always, ended up feeling your gentle hands on his face, and your sweet voice calming him down in short time.

He would feel you turn his head, and his panicked gaze would meet your sleepy, soft and sure one. He would feel you cup his face and your lips on his forehead as you gently spoke to him, helping him calm down with nothing else but the simple magic of your voice.

You would tell him that "Its okay. Everything is fine. You're safe. Im here. Nothing can hurt you now. Its all in the past."He would always nod along to your words, always confirm what you were saying, but it always took more than words to make him believe it. You had to make him feel it.

You would help him settle his head on your lap, and softly run your fingers through his hair as you whispered love to him." I know it hurts, honey. I know. It isnt easy to get over something like that. It takes time. And you'll get there, because you have all the time in the world. We have all the time in world. And nothing will change that. You're safe, I wont let anything hurt you. Not even your own mind." You smiled down at him, gently booping his nose and feeling relief twist your chest when he gave you a smile back.

You felt his breathing slow down to a normal pace, his eyes releasing their panic, and with that, tears brimming his vision and cascading down his smooth cheeks. Your heart clenched painfully at the sight of your beautiful lover in so much pain. So much pain that you wish you could take away from him and make sure he never felt anything closely resembling it.

You cooed at him, leaning down and wrapping your arms around him securely as he sobbed into your lap. You shushed him, running your fingers through his hair and down his back, knowing that he just needed to let it out right now, and knowing that you'd always be here with him when he'd need it. You knew you'd do anything for him.

He cried for a long time, but you knew he needed it. More than just release, he needed to know you'd stay with him through more than just the easy, soft, safe moments. He needed to know you'd be here for him even in these broken moments of his. And you did nothing but erase his worries and bring comfort, something he hadn't felt in such a long, exhausting time.

As his tears and sobs subdued, and as you felt sleep take over his beautiful body, you leaned down, pressing a kiss to his temple and brushing away whatever tears were left over. You smiled down at his sleepy figure, and stayed like that until you were sure there would be no more nightmares.

You didnt mind not sleeping. There was a lot more you would do for him than just that. And lord knows, you spent all night above him, keeping him safe, repeating to yourself, vowing to yourself, all the measures you'd go to, just to make sure Aki never felt a drop of sadness ever again.

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a/n: short but sweet i hope <3

[comingthroughh-1997]

living with aki hayakawa but standing on his measly apartment's balcony in the dead of night. your roomies are fast asleep (and snoring) in the next room but the only things you can hear are the sounds of the city below and aki smoking right next to you.

the white smoke from the cigarette curls and vanishes into the air. you decide to get a lil closer to him until your shoulders bump and your elbows touch on the metal railing. he doesn't really show it, but he likes having you close to him, even in these small moments.

these moments are just small blips in the large canvas of memory. something meant to vanish slowly into the night, much like smoke from a cigarette. but to aki, it's everything.

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Aki never understood what you liked about something so random yet so specific.

Aki stepped inside the shared apartment of yours. His shirt damp from sweat after hours of training and boxing, as if devil hunting wasn't enough. He lowered his gym bag onto the ground and went to the kitchen, filling a glass with cold water and chugging it down in a few seconds. Water dripping down his chin.

He exhaled out heavy as he leaned against the counter. He just wanted to drink some more water and get into the bed with you, tug you against him, feel the warm sheets.

That's when you stepped onto the cold tiles of the kitchen. You had already gotten off the bed when the sound of the keys dangling made it clear that he arrived. Your eyes glanced up at the bangs sticking to his forehead, his shirt that looked tight on him from the sweat, his arms flexing against the counter and veins visible.

He looked thirsty, your stare looked hungry.

Aki didn't turn but aknowladged you, setting his glass down to fill it with water again. That's when he felt someone hold onto his arm, hugging his bicep and leaning their chin to his shoulder.

"I need to shower." He muttered out disgusted by himself, bringing the glass to his lips. But he felt you hold on tighter. "You've changed." The glass froze against his lips, glancing back at you. Scared ? Confused ?

Your one hand trailed down to his forearm. Quickly fixing your wording. "No no." Saying back. "Like...bigger." nails scratching against his skin. "Fuller." A squeeze. "I like it."

He stood quiet for a few seconds, mouth opening but not saying out a thing. Eyes turning to the water in front of him. "I've been eating alot after working out." You leaned closer into him, whispering. "Keep doing that."

The second time was in the kitchen again. A rare day off where he was putting the dishes into the sink before turning on the water. You sat on the counter right next to the sink, holding a notebook in your lap and a calculator in your hand. "If power stops dropping stuff in shops and making us pay for the damages, we might save up more." Aki chuckled at that. Hands focused on the dishes as he listened to you calculate how much money went to what this month. He rolled up his sleeves over his elbows and grabbed the dish soap, beginning to wash the dishes. "What about the lights denji left on before leaving for a week?"

You didn't hear anything. More so, you were glaring at his arms. Water dripping down his hands, veins visible under the pale skin, arms slightly thick from muscle, flexing everytime he used pressure to clean something.

"Everything's okay?" You got snapped out of your thoughts by his caring tone, calmly asking if you were okay as if he didn't just made your brain short circuit with that sleeve roll. You quickly averted your gaze away with a small "huh?"

"What was I saying?" Aki asked. He was starting to know what he was doing, this guy was the equivalent of subtly teasing. You didn't want to admit that you didn't hear whatever he said for the last whatever. "Denji did what?"

He pressed his lips into a thin line, the corners of his mouth twitching as he tried to hold in a smirk. "Nothing."

The third time was in the bed.

An afternoon nap, power and denji sleeping on the living room floor from the heat as you and aki were in the bedroom, all the windows open and no blanket in sight. Only the distant sounds of the cars in the city. Aki opened his eyes slowly, taking a deep breath and stretching out. He froze when he felt a weight on his arm.

Your head was buried into his bicep, using it as a pillow. Like the heat didn't matter and you just wanted to stay there.

Aki watched your face for a few seconds. The soft breathes, expression comfortable for the first time in a while. He was starting to lose the feeling in his arm but it didn't matter. If you liked it so much, he would gladly give his arms to you.

[flowingpetals2]

⋆˚꩜｡ Blossoms of the new spring

||Aki x LoveDevilFem!reader

||Word count for this chapter: 1928

||Warnings: hurt very little comfort, reader is a devil, gore descriptions often I wouldn’t say it’s terrible but if you’re sensitive to that keep it in mind, hanahaki disease (reader), cannibalism mentioned, sexual themes but no smut (at least not yet), if I missed anything let me know 😭

Ch.6: symbiosis

-you think he’ll be fine?

-the kid or Kishibe?

Kishibe wasn’t exactly ecstatic about coming to get the little brat so late at night, but orders were orders. Now that the kid was taken care of along with the private hunters who got arrested, Love and Aki walked side by side by the farmland. Vast and empty, but she insisted there should be a river nearby.

(Y/n) only clenched her jaw, frustrated as she tripped over another weirdly strong tangle of grass.

-He should be glad he got the kid and not you.

She settled for a retort, pretending to wave off the odour away from her nose.

-whose fault is it exactly I ended up like that?

-oh my bad for helping.

-I didn’t even need help.

The grumbles continued back and forth when they finally reached the river, the water level low due to the recent heatwaves but it was enough.

Aki wasted no time to step in. Despite the night already having fallen, it was warm enough outside he was sure he’d dry off by the time they make it back to the car.

Love crouched right by the water, not enthusiastic to get wet so she avoided it, but a coughing fit didn’t exactly make it easy. She had to lean on one hand forward as she spat out the petals that stuck to her throat.

-you should really just take the easy way out.

Aki spoke while taking off his blazer, preparing to wash it off.

-I don’t take advice from someone that smells like shit.

Then the blazer went flying towards her, like a heavenly punishment for mocking him.

She yelled and dodged, slipping on the sand and landing on her butt in the shallow waters, laughing and coughing at the same time. Her eyes watering slightly.

Anything but touching that muck.

The hunter watched the devil, not with disdain for once. But watching her wholeheartedly laugh after almost getting hit with a blazer covered in vomit smelling muck almost had him thinking Love wasn’t so bad.

-I stand by what I said though. Get the surgery.

She shifted to sit on her knees, her laughter died out along with the coughs. Looking at her reflection in the water.

It was peaceful. The farmland was vast enough there was hardly any light pollution coming from nearby cities or roads, so even the stars were visible on the sky. No clouds tonight. No wind. No annoying honking, since the highway was far away. Just the fresh air that flowed along with the river’s hum.

Aki stepped to get his blazer, grabbing the soaked thing and walking to deeper parts of the river to wash it off. The water reaching about half of high thigh, simultaneously washing off the muck from his pants. Thankfully his shirt was somewhat clean and left unscathed.

Another silence settled comfortably between them. Neither ever addressed the words that had them speechless, they just accepted the loss in the argument.

-whatever. Care to tell me what did you do to those hunters back then?

He sighed, knowing they wouldn’t get anywhere with the previous topic.

She didn’t register his words at first, being too distracted by noticing a firefly flash between the grass blades, her instinct being to try and capture one, hoping to admire its light from up close. But something about taking its freedom, even for a moment, made her fight her urges.

-Some humans seem to cling to me like a moths to a flame.

She started, the single firefly light reflecting in her eyes as she stared it wishfully, as if hoping somehow the insect would decide to come to her on its own and sit all pretty in her palm.

-I just used that fact and created an illusion in their heads. To be fair.. I myself forgot what they saw at some point. When I focused on you and the kid, they were my smallest concern.

Aki hummed and threw the blazer out onto the grass as he got out of the water, sitting down next to it as he let the warm breeze slightly dry him off, even if it was just placebo effect.

Love glanced at him for a moment, watching how soaked he was, thinking of the reason why in the first place had her realising how silly that situation is. But she could understand, being wet for a moment was better than having to clean the car from shit later.

An all too familiar silence followed. She still sat in the shallow water, when she gets up it’ll probably look like she pissed herself, but honestly she’d prefer that over being covered in shit. The petals she earlier coughed out still lingered in the water around her, having yet to be taken by the current.

-Why do you hold onto that disease?

-you just love to ask uncomfortable questions.

-don’t you?

Touché. Seems like both of them did. But the answers rarely ever came, not honest at least.

-so?

-I don’t remember who I loved.

She answered, and subconsciously, Aki supposed that was really what he wanted to ask.

-all the more reasons to get rid of it.

-but that would mean I can never love again.

-not like you can be loved back. Not truly, at least.

Another silence.

-why chase your grave and call it revenge?

A flicker of light, a desperate attempt to light up a cigarette that got soaked in water after he forgot to take the pack out of his pocket before getting into the river. Love only watched him sink in misery. Though on the other side she was glad she didn’t have to inhale that smoke again.

He spat out the soaked cigarette and tossed the pack right next to it. Putting his miraculously still working lighter back into his pocket.

-for relief.

Something about these words was so familiar her eyes narrowed on him for a moment. Somehow her chest felt lighter, like the roots for a small moment subdued. But then it all came back.

He got up with a sigh as she started to cough again, approaching her to grab her arm and pull her up.

-Let’s just go back.

He didn’t back away when she leaned on him for a moment, didn’t even flinch when the blood she spat out nearly hit his shoes. Just waited patiently until the flowery torture ended.

They stumbled through the field, aiming back for the main road where they left the car before. At this point Aki didn’t even care about Love leaning on him every once in a while, his hand stayed holding her elbow just in case she stumbled.

They didn’t make it too far before she stopped, getting distracted by two fireflies just circling around each other.

Aki just pulled on her arm so she’d start walking again, but this habit of hers hasn’t went unnoticed.

He could almost see the gears shift in her mind as she gave it a thought.

-tag you’re it!

She suddenly exclaimed before diving for it, trying to sprint through the field despite the tall grass. Fully expecting Aki to chase after her. Just like the two fireflies were chasing each other’s light.

Aki stopped in his tracks and watched Love run like her life depended on it, laughing like a mischievous child despite him standing in place, not entertaining the game.

That was until her weak lungs caught up to her and she actually decided to stop running and turn around to take a look at Aki, her hand covering her mouth as she coughed, seeing him slowly approach. Love’s cheeks still flushed from running but.. objectively speaking Aki almost deemed it a heartwarming sight. Which was merely an observation of course.

-You’re so boring

She whined and continued to walk onward, being able to see the street lights already.

He didn’t entertain her taunt.

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By the time they sat in the car they were both pretty much dry thankfully. Though Aki still couldn’t get rid of that scent the muck left behind, a part of him hoped it was his imagination and he didn’t actually still reek of it.

-Hungry?

He asked out of nowhere, eyes glued to the empty road ahead of them. The time was reaching around 11pm, the night was quiet. Their windows slightly open to let the air circulate in the car and cool them off. Love’s eyes glued to the street lights they were passing, like in a trance.

Though the question did catch her off guard. She wasn’t expecting that from Aki out of everyone.

-is that an offer?

A moment of silence followed, not that either of the was surprised.

-Nevermind that.

-well I wouldn’t say no to a snack.

The hunter only hummed in answer. But soon enough, he found a random convenience store open on the side of the road.

The white fluorescent lights hit their eyes when they entered the small store. The cashier sat behind the counter, looking like he was over everything and wouldn’t care if they were to rob the whole place, as long as he’d get his smoke break, of course.

Love only spared the man a glance before ducking into one of the tiny alleys.

She planned on her usual snack of choice, perhaps an energy drink to not fall asleep in the car and possibly drool on the window or look like she had a stroke.

But something weird caught her eye.

Pickle flavoured cotton candy?

-why did you buy that..

Aki could only sight while lighting up his cigarette the moment they left the store, seeing what his companion bought. Not to mention two cups.

That was until one of the cups nudged his arm, the devil beside him pushing it towards him.

-absolutely not.

He denied, why would he agree to trying something that sounds anything but tasty?

But Love wasn’t going to budge, nor argue. Aki on the other hand folded under no pressure and eventually grabbed the cup, tearing open the silver foil just as she did before they both ripped a piece of the cotton candy and popped in their mouths.

And spat it out faster than anything before.

He grimaced and immediately took a long puff of his cigarette to mask the taste of pickles mixed with sugar while she was left to suffer, until her spitting triggered her coughing and the taste of blood flooded her tastebuds instead.

Aki could only watch and hold back from rolling his eyes. Why was he so bothered by her nearly suffocating right by his side every five minutes? He patted her back a few times as if that mere gesture could make her feel better.

Just as she calmed her breath and wiped spit from her chin, she looked at the cup of cotton candy again before popping some into her mouth again. Aki stared bewildered.

-you just spat it out!

-second bite tastes better, trust.

Aki looked down at his own cup with a look of mistrust. In no universe he could imagine that a second bite of the same thing could taste any different, but somehow he found himself giving it a second try anyway.

Just a second after he spat it out again.

-tastes just the same..

-oh I know. I didn’t expect you to actually believe me.

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