warnings: x reader, implied fem reader for most, (some) unhealthy relationship dynamics, nsfw mentions + weird stuff with barem idk how to tag that.
incl: aki, makima, katana, fumiko, quanxi, barem
aki:
he’s more of a shower guy, but not opposed to taking a hot bath every now and then. it’s good for the muscles. he’s not against taking showers with you because it’s “time efficient” and “saves on the water bill”, but a bath together would require the two gremlins he live with go stay with someone else for the night. even if nothing frisky is going on, it’s hard to relax with each other if there’s banging on the bathroom door or if aki has to go break up a brawl over the last piece of meat.
for showers, he typically goes cold and not more than 10, maybe 15 minutes. for you, he can do lukewarm. just please don’t set the water to scalding hot, otherwise he’ll be bunched up in the corner furthest from the water while handing you your shampoo.
makima:
a long day of work and an evening of corralling huskies around the house should always end in a warm bath. who better to share it with than a loved one? it was makima’s suggestion that you join her in the tub. she’s careful when washing your hair for you and she lets her hands linger across your shoulders on your collarbones.
she isn’t particularly talkative, baths like this are for unwinding and there isn’t anything you can tell her about your day that she doesn’t already know. she’ll be happy to listen to your version of events, but don’t expect much response. sometimes her thoughts drift elsewhere, and if she’s up for it, she might let you wash her hair in return. reciprocity is fair and good.
she likes to have you use her products, though she won’t demand it. just suggest it, when yours are running low. your scent being mingled with hers is one thing, and it’s only natural since you two spend so much time together… but having you smell like her, your hair and your skin, it makes her happy. look here, this one is mine. that’s what she’s thinking.
katana man:
another shower guy. baths are for long days or when he can’t be bothered to do anything but sit there wallowing in the past. his routine is minimal, as far as he doesn’t smell he considers in a job well done.
if you two got in the bath together, it’d be at your insistence and not his. why do you want to get in there with him anyway? the tub is too small for more than one person, and he already takes up a lot of room. plus he likes his water boiling hot—you’re okay with that? he was lying, he likes it cold. freeze your tits off cold. get out of here already.
this scene from Buffalo 66 comes to mind
he isn’t used to relationships that don’t involve money exchanging hands, so any form of willing intimacy is a little bizarre for him. he can tolerate it to a certain extent, when it’s practically stroking his ego. of course you’re all over him, why wouldn’t you be? getting naked outside of the context of sex and taking a bath together is perhaps toeing the line, maybe stepping right across it. but if you’re already in with him, he won’t take any measures to run you off.
fumiko mifune:
get in, get in, get in getingetingetin pleaaaase get in the tub with her. make this girl happy. aside from her insistence that you two should totally bathe together, because that’s what couples do, she’s surprisingly normal. for fumiko standards, anyway. she’s a big fan of bubbles and will mess up your hair just to get soapy bubbles in it. It’s less of a bath and more of her sloshing water around to jump on you and poke at all your squishy parts. bad girl.
sometimes she purposefully does a bad job cleaning up so you’ll do it for her.
quanxi:
baths are typically for foreplay when it comes to her. a practical woman prefers showers if all she’s doing is getting clean. whether her girls join in on the fun or not depends on how tired they are + if she locked the bathroom door. if she did leave it locked, they’re left to press their ears to the wood and visualize what’s going on.
she prefers hot baths, and there’s typically candles involved. lit against the edge of the tub and on the counter, your back to her chest. it makes for a good scene, right?
barem:
this man purposefully tries to get soap in your eyes, just to get a reaction. sometimes he switches the water from scalding to freezing to mess with you. to be clear, he’s not in the bath with you. he’s outside, sleeves rolled to his elbows and hair pulled back while he bathes you like a dog. he hoses you down with the detachable shower head.
additional notes: he either has you use his products or if you’re lucky to get your own, it’s the same brand and scent makima used. if there isn’t enough time to dedicate to a bath, barem is fine with hopping in the shower behind you. shower sex is almost always an option (more like looming threat). barem makes a show out of sniffing your hair when he’s done with you, too. you start to think that he wants you to be creeped out.
not getting his own section but a little sentence dedicated to spear hybrid: he’s normal as far as baths go. he uses lavender and chamomile soap and 2-1 shampoo and conditioner. if you use more than two products he might comment on it and call it frivolous.
Helloooo, I love your writing 😭😭, especially when it comes to Makima from Chainsaw Man, could you give me a Makima x reader headcanons but when she's jealous? Like, make her look like above in the image, like, all calm on the outside but inside ps JSJSJS
Makima jealousy headcanons
A/n:I actually already did something like this in this post but i went into a bit more details in this one. I'm glad you like my writing thanks for requesting
Makima doesn't get jealous often, she trusts you and she knows you love her just as much as she loves you so she never even thought she could get jealous, why would you choose her over any other woman anyway?
But then she quickly realized that jealousy was a far stronger emotion than she anticipated, it wasn't you she should be worried about, but the other women in question. She should have predicted this, you were so perfect obviously any other woman would have tried to have you, but you are hers and she isn't willing to let you go easily
Whenever she sees someone get just a little too friendly with you she instantly enters the conversation, appearing behind you and side hugging you, pushing you closer to her side to make sure there's no doubts that you're with her. She's smiling softly and talking calmly but you can tell she wants to end this as soon as possible
At that point she expects the girl to leave or at least abandon her flirting but if even that is enough then she'll simply...convince her to leave, she's really good at that after all, and she doesn't want to deal with people who think they can just take her love away from her
Now the occasion in which she'll be be absolutely furious but still not show it is when the girl touches you without your consent. In that moment she just wants to brutally end that woman's life for doing that to her darling. But she won't both because she has better morals now and because she doesn't want to cause a scene, plus she saw you rejecting her.
But she won't give her a second chance, she already warned her after all, and she doesn't let people who mess with you even after they're been warned go
"SHUSH! It's all coming together..." you smiled gleefully, while your partner on the other hand, was— well.. more concerned than anything.
"[name]—”
"ITS DONE!"
You quickly reeled out the drawer and grabbed a small mirror, placing it right in front of him.
"So.. how is it..?"
He widened his eyes. Half stunned and also half.. impressed?
"Wait, it actually looks quite good."
You hand him the mirror, allowing him to properly look at his new appearance.
Meanwhile, you took a step back to properly view it from a good angle.
He wore a cotton top with ruffled collars (of course, picked by you) and his hair had was styled perfectly.
His eyeliner was done after numerous attempts of retries and eyelashes were curled upwards— lifted almost perfectly (he wouldn’t stop complaining the entire time). Blush that sat on his soft cheeks, giving them a light pink hue.
The look was great!
But, something ticked you off. It felt incomplete.
Something was missing…
Then you caught something from the corner of your eye. He caught on quick as well, his eyes trailing to where yours were focused.
"[name] no."
"[name] YES!"
You picked up the small item, remembering something your friend had shown you before.
"Have you seen the trend on TikTok? It's the one where you kiss your boyfriend all over his face with lipstick so there will be a bunch of marks left!"
"What seriously?"
"YES. You should do it!! I've seen so many guys get flustered over it."
"Hmm... perchance.."
“YOU CAN'T JUST SAY PERCHANCE!”
You grinned, snatching it and turned towards him. He looked at you nervously, clearly not used to the amount of layers on his face and also slightly worried as to why you were smiling a bit wider than usual.
"Can I have the mirror for a quick sec?"
"Yeah sure." He picked up the mirror that was laying on his lap and handed it over.
You uncapped the cover and then proceeded to apply it swiftly.
"Are you testing it?" he asked
Oh yeah I'm definitely gonna test it alright.
"Not exactly…"
You turned around, and set the lipstick down. Before he could register, you quickly bent down and pressed your lips onto his.
A muffled sound was heard, maybe from shock? After a few seconds he ended up leaning in. Just before it escalated any further, you pulled away to admire your work.
"Psh- you look stupid."
The lipstick was slightly smudged (very smudged). But hey! Atleast it covered most of his lips right?
"Well! Looks like my work is done, I shall take my leav-"
Right as you were about to pull away he quickly grabbed your arm and pulled you back down.
"Really? Last time I checked, aren't you supposed to pepper kisses all over my face? You've only done one part."
A/n: Is it bad I still find Makima slightly attractive even after everything she did in the series? It's probably bad. Thank you for requesting, I hope you enjoy!
-Needless to say, Makima is the more dominant one in the relationship. Even without being the Control Devil, both her personality and her profession have led to her developing a dominant behaviour to those she interacts with, though she does take a much softer approach when talking with you.
-Makima having such a high-ranking position at your workplace comes with many advantages. For example, if you're feeling under the weather, or if she just wants to spend the day holding you, she can arrange for the two of you to have the day off. The government's usually too afraid to question her about such things, though they'll refuse to admit it. She also loves spoiling you with all of the money she earns. If you ever try to refuse her gifts, she'll inform you that Devils don't have much use for money, and that you deserve it for being such a good pup, anyway. This usually leaves you too flustered to argue any further.
-Thanks to her powers as one of the Four Horsemen, most Devil hunting missions are a breeze for you, with her one-shotting any enemy you come across. When you ask her if it's a burden for her to do most of the work for you, she simply smiles at you and tells you that since she handles your work so efficiently, you also get off work much earlier, meaning you spend much more time with her.
-Not a night goes by where Makima isnt holding you in her arms. You're the precious human that managed to make one of the strongest Devils in existence feel love, there's no way she can let you go so easily. Sometimes you fall asleep on her lap, other times nuzzled into her chest, or occasionally her spooning you from behind. No matter what, though, head pats and stroking are pretty much a guarantee with her as she whispers into your ear about how good you did that day to help you sleep.
-While her powers as the Control Devil and every contract she has over many other Devils would usually make housework a breeze, Makima actually prefers doing chores around the house at your pace. She finds that even such mundane tasks become infinitely more enjoyable when done with the person she loves most. Just being able to see your smile as you wash the dishes or clean the floors makes her so much happier than if she had done it alone in seconds.
-Makima goes pretty much everywhere with you. She wants you to show her all of the human things she's missed out on over the years, like shopping trips, eating out at restaurant and cafes, even bad movies are entertaining to her when every cheesy joke allows her to hear your laughter, one of her favourite sounds in the world. If a human were to interrupt your date, whether they try to hit on you or rob you, she'd feel generous enough with you nearby to allow them to get away with it simply by making them kneel before you. However, if a Devil tries to attack you on one of your dates, they essentially ensure themselves one of the most painful deaths imaginable.
-If you're ever feeling sad or angry about something, Makima will gently pull you into her arms, onto her lap, and have you lay your head on her chest. Even if you're taller than her, her soft dominant personality makes it easy for you to feel small and vulnerable in her arms, yet so safe and secure at the same time.
-She'll run her hand through your hair, gently shushing your thoughts and wiping your tears away while stroking your cheek. She allows you to get all of your bad thoughts and frustrations out, and when you're done, she continues her gentle caresses while reminding you how proud she is of you for making it through each day, and for staying strong for so long, before allowing you to fall asleep right there in her arms.
-Makima is a big fan of any type of affection, both big and small. Even if it's not time to sleep, she still loves cuddling with you purely for the feeling of having you in her arms. If you handle a tough mission by yourself, she'll hug you close while praising you for how well you did. That's not to mention the kisses she gives you both before and after work, despite the fact you both work at the same place. That is, if she gives you a reason for her kisses at all. She has also occasionally pulled you into her office for kissing sessions under the pretense of paper signings or private meetings. Not that anyone would dare question Makima even if they knew, of course.
"I heard about that Devil you took down, darling. It must've been quite the challenge. Though, that's not to say I ever doubted you could handle it."
"Eheh, thank you, Makima. I guess having someone so beautiful to come back to really motivates m-mmph?!"
"Hmm? Is something wrong, puppy?"
"N-No, it's just...why did you kiss me so suddenly?"
"Do I need a reason to show my favourite pup some affection? If you do, then let's simply call it...a bonus for a job well done."
"Y-You really are the best, Makima."
"I'm glad you think so, puppy. Now, would you like some more of your bonus?"
Somewhat afab, but I tried to be gender neutral. Slightly suggestive.
Ace: let me tell you. Reader. Let me tell you. Ace is Here For It. Your love handles? He's squeezing them every chance he gets. Standing behind you, he'll sneak in a few generous handfuls before resting his chin on your shoulder and wrapping his arms around you. Your double chin? Oh, he goes weak at the knees he thinks it's so cute. Any excuse he can get to kiss your neck, he's all for it. Your Tummy? Don't get him started. Laying next to each other cuddling, catch him rubbing on it with his hands and kissing it. Ace is down bad for a plus size partner.
Guido Mista: Mista can not stop loving how soft your arms are. He thinks you look like a god or a goddess, he'll wrap his arm around you and run his hand up and down your arm, a dreamy look in his eye. Your Thighs? You'll catch him swallowing and staring at them, pulling on his collar, whether they're pushed together while you're sitting or rubbing against each other. Mista is an ass man, and oh boy, does he think you have an absolute DUMP TRUCK, even if you don't. And if you have boobs, secretly Mista adores a big person with little boobs. He thinks it's the sexiest thing on the planet.
Nobunaga Oda: don't even get me started on this man. If you are plus sized, Nobunaga looks at you like he's going to devour you (and he will 😏.) he bites at your soft flesh, sometimes lightly, sometimes leaving marks, sometimes leaving deep bruises in very hard to hide places. If you have chubby cheeks, he absolutely pinches them, but not in a mean way. He just loves the way they look on you. You often catch this man's eyes boring into you, and you just know he's undressing you out of your kimono with his eyes. If Nobunaga can grab fistfuls of your body, he is a happy, happy, happy man.
Beelzebub: self explanatory. I shouldn't even have to describe it to you. The heavier you are, the more in love Beel is. And no matter how heavy you are, he will still pick you up and carry you around no problem. He thinks your double chin is adorable. He's a fiend for your Thighs and ass and especially, especially your tummy. Beel also has a thing for back rolls, he loves grabbing them in his hands and telling you how absolutely gorgeous you are. Beel chubby chaser confirmed.
Sukuna: Sukuna is a man of many pleasures, and one of them is a fat lover. Sukuna ravishes your body daily, waving away any doubts you may have and any of your insecurities. "You're good enough for the king of curses, right?" Now, obviously with Sukuna, you are not an equal partner, but the heavier you are? The softer, more pleasurable your body is, the fonder his eyes are when he looks at you.
Aki Hayakawa: if you got a fupa, rolls, love handles, and a phat ass, Aki is down bad. Aki isn't the most verbal about how absolutely stunning he finds you, but it's written aaaaallll over his face. Aki loves giving you massages, and he looooooovvveeess when he lays on his stomach, and you sit straddling his back to give him a massage. He loves how soft you are, and finds your weight comforting.
I saved the best for last:
Roronoa Zoro: This man is filthy. Zoro is not ashamed to loudly proclaim just how attractive you are, palming at your body. (He's even filthier in the bedroom, squeezing and grabbing and pulling and ugh 😩.) Zoro will never stop grabbing at your rolls, smacking your ass, squeezing your thighs, and he does this in front of everyone and anyone. Man has no shame. He doesn't call you things like beautiful, gorgeous, stunning, but he does tell you how fucking hot you are, how desirable you are, all the things you do to him. Zoro is a firm believer in "more to love." Hell squeeze you in public and groan, almost growl, because he finds fat so fucking hot. He also finds it easier to be a little tougher with a chubby reader, but he has his tender soft moments too.
I have been feeling really bad about my weight but this helped a lil. Much love!!
Hello if you are still doing a request can I ask for an Angel Devil X Reader, where Angel is slowly starting to realize he is falling in love with Reader but we all know what happens at the end of csm pt.1.
I understand if you can't do this request, I love your work.
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Angel Devil x Reader
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What is to come: World building, written as romantic, choking, probably OOC, not proofread!
Description: Angel starts growing fond of his buddy.
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I moved in with you not so long ago, and I’ve noticed your strange behavior.
Whenever me and you get home from work, you announce yourself… no, more like you welcome yourself back into your own apartment. It doesn’t make sense to me, do all humans do frivolous things like that?
You like to clean after me. You always complain when I leave things out. It’s annoying. What’s worse is that I know you aren’t as tidy as you seem. I can see and smell traces of your blood throughout the house, it’s old, but it’s still there. Maybe you haven’t noticed since you’re a human, but I have.
Everything this human does is annoying. I can never make any sense of it. No matter what I do to try and wrap my head around it, I can’t understand. Every little thing you do is so inconsequential, but you do it anyway. You force me to wake up, you force me to walk to work with you, and you force me to humor you.
The worst part about you is that we’re buddies, and you do whatever you can to try and protect me. Why? Don’t you know I’m a devil? I don’t mind the protection, but I do mind you getting hurt because of me. Why would you do that to yourself for a devil? I can heal instantly with blood, and it doesn’t even need to be human, and yet… you do all this for me. It’s annoying.
…
“Why would you take a hit for me!?”
You replied slowly, blood still spilling out from your lower chest, “Sorry… I forgot you don’t need my help.”
“Are you stupid?” Angel’s eyes narrowed as he looked down at you. The devil’s corpse was starting to disintegrate nearby, “If you can’t get up, or think straight… how are we even supposed to finish this mission?”
“I think I fell on my walkie-talkie, but I can try to see if it works.” You winced as you moved your body around, reaching under yourself to grab what was left of your communication device. Alas, it was broken. “It’s no good.” You gently let yourself down as you looked up to him, pleading, “Could you lift me up?”
“No, I can’t touch you.”
“Then can you go get help?”
“No, I’m a devil. Surely someone would try to kill me.”
“Not if you have a good enough explanation! You have your ID on you, don’t you?” You coughed out, you started to feel short of breath.
“…I never need it, so I left it at home today.” Angel confessed, his eyes couldn’t meet yours. He turned his head away with a conflicted expression on his face, “I’m sorry.”
“It’s okay, I guess. It’s not like I’m going to die here,” you joked, but it didn’t feel like a joke, it felt more like a lie.
Angel’s hands ball into fists before he huffed, picking up the spear laying next to his feet. Reaching it out towards you he mumbled, “Do you think you could hold on to this for a second? Once you’re up I’ll… I guess I’ll let you lean on me until we find someone else to help you.”
Your eyes widen, he’s actually taking initiative! You reach your hand, grabbing the base of the spear and shut your eyes tight as he pulls you up. You could feel the wound burn in your chest, it hurt like hell. Wobbling onto your legs, your vision started to get blurry. The aching, the blood, it all combined into quite the gruesome scene.
For support, your hand reached out to Angel’s shoulder as your other clutched your chest. Murmuring a quiet “please” as you finally made contact with him. Angel couldn’t help but flinch, instinctively stepping back before biting his lip and letting you lean on him. An ivory wing came up, shielding the other side of your body from anything else that could come your way. You didn’t realize it then, but if you did you definitely would’ve said thank you.
The walk was tedious, strangers passing by looked at the two of you with distasteful stares. Meanwhile Angel kept cocking his head away from yours so as to not touch you. His hand was on your waist as yours was on his farther shoulder, your head leaned up on the one closer to you. With each step your breathing hitched. You should’ve been smarter, used a shirt to wrap the wound, or anything! Angel’s eyes were on the path ahead, every minute or so his line of sight would switch to you to check if you were still alive and one hundred percent not touching his skin.
“No, Angel, stop. I don’t think I can keep walking.” You croaked out, your bloody hand now covering half of your face.
“Seriously? We’re almost there, I can see the building.” Angel huffs, letting you off of him to sit on a bench.
“Take my ID and run into HQ for me, will you? I’m sure they’ll listen to you.” You pulled out your ID from your pocket slowly, barely lifting your arm away from your body before Angel took it from you. He groaned in response before actually running towards the building. You think it’s the first time you’ve ever seen him run.
…
The hospital room was quiet. When the other agents found you, you were barely conscious. The last thing you remember before passing out with the look on Angel’s face, was it concern?
As usual, no one came to visit you. Officially, you had requested for your family to not be notified about you injuries or hospitalization unless you were dead and you didn’t have many alive friends anymore, so you were used to the loneliness that came with the night at the hospital. Unsurprisingly, the hospital wing dedicated to Public Safety did its job well. You were stitched up perfectly, but it was still too early to see if your body was back to normal. Under the gown was still a sore, bruised, red mess. The door creaked open, you shot your head at the sound.
In front of you stood an angel.
“Hey.”
“…Hey?” You sat there with a confused look on your face.
“They said I could come see my buddy, so now I’m here.” He wandered in, sitting at the table that sat across from your bed.
You hummed in response, no way he would’ve visited you out of his own free will. “How long are you planning to stay?”
“How long are you planning to be hospitalized?”
That was quick. You stared at him, “Uhm… not for long? Whenever they let me out..?”
“Then I’ll leave whenever that is.”
Is he being serious? “They aren’t going to let you do that.” You sighed, laying back down onto your pillow. “Why are you really staying here?”
“I just don’t want to be in my holding cell for any longer, it’s been days. Get better already.” He commanded, though his voice was still soft.
“They didn’t let you back home?” You said home as if it were natural. It shouldn’t be, he’s a devil and you’re not.
“Of course they didn’t. Are you stupid?”
You sigh, staring into the ceiling, “yeah, probably. I took the hit for you, didn’t I?” it wasn’t exactly meant to be a teasing tone, but it came out like one. Angel stood from his seat and inched closer to you, standing directly to the side of your bed, his eyes were… you couldn’t exactly put a word for them.
“Please don’t do that again.” he murmured out, “I don’t want this to happen again. I want you to be back at home.”
Oh shoot, he really is an angel isn’t he? You sighed again, shaking your head as you let out an awkward laugh, “yeah, I’ll try not to.” is all you could muster out.
He stayed there, staring at you for what felt like hours as you tried not to make eye contact. When’s he going to leave?- “No, promise me you won't.”
“Huh?”
“Promise me you won’t. Promise me you’ll let me fight my own stupid battles.”
“What?” Your lip twitched as you looked at him. His eyes were describable now, they were soft, warm. They were pleading at you. “Okay, fine. I promise.” You turned away from him onto your side, facing the window, “...could you leave me alone now? Leave me to my lonesome and suffering already.” He didn’t move though, instead shoving his hands to his pockets and sitting on the now viable space next to you.
“Can’t. I’m an angel, so it’s my job to make sure you don’t hurt yourself by doing something stupid again.” Was this just an excuse to stay? You didn’t exactly have a record of getting into trouble or anything…
“What are you talking about? It was one mistake.”
“Clearly your brain isn’t functioning correctly, so I have to stay by your side.” He hummed, now picking at the dirt in between his nail and skin.
“Jesus, Angel…” You groaned into your pillow, “Just leave already…”
He didn’t leave. In fact, he stayed there until hospital staff had to notify him that visiting hours were over, then he reluctantly left. While he was still there, however, it was almost complete silence. His halo glowed as the light outside your window dissipated and his wings would stretch every so often, but he didn’t actively try to make conversation. You stared at the ceiling most of the time, occasionally looking over at the clock and reading the spare magazines the hospital so graciously decorated the room with. After your second read of the same article, you decided to nap. When you woke up, Angel had already left.
Now discharged from the hospital, you looked over at your buddy who was in charge of taking care of you (even though you didn’t really need it). You noticed his changes in demeanor: the way he picked up after himself, he actually cleaned a stain you were meaning to get rid of, and the way he looks at you is a lot less judgemental than it normally was. On top of that, he started responding to you with words instead of the usual grunts or silence. Maybe this is worth it.
Life shifted, your wounds healed, and conversations were held during patrol, in your apartment, even very rarely at division parties. It felt special, though it was annoying when Angel would only cling onto you… a little annoying, but it’s not like you had anyone else anyway.
…
You stood in the hallway of one of Public Safety’s main buildings. Angel sat next to you, almost dozing off. He asked you why the two of you were making a detour instead of going straight home like you usually do, and the answer was…
“Oh! Have you been waiting for me?” Makima asked as she creaked open her door, “My apologies. It seems I didn’t hear you knock.”
“Yes! Sorry… Miss Makima, could we talk?” You got up from your spot, walking towards her door, clasping your hands together. Angel who was previously leaning on you slipped, waking from his dazed state.
“Yes, come in.” Makima pulled open her door to let you in, closing it behind her as you entered her office. It was wide, bookshelves lining the walls and floors, it’s not like you hadn’t been inside before, it just all seemed new.
“It’s been a long time since I came in here…” You mumbled, it was small talk, but the air around Makima had always been suffocating.
“Was there something you needed from me or are you here for a little visit?”
“I just… uhm, Miss Makima, I was here to talk to you about Angel’s pay.”
“The Angel Devil’s payment? Did he do something? Must he pay for something– be punished?” Makima tilted her head, looking at you with nothing behind her eyes.
“No, nothing like that! He’s been good, like really good! I just mean…” You fidgeted with your hands, “He doesn’t get paid and he works really hard-”
“Really hard?” She raised her eyebrows, still not breaking eye contact with you.
“Well– no, I mean yes. He… I think that he should get paid for the work and hours he puts in with Public Safety.”
“Why’s that?”
“He works…! I think he deserves to get paid, it only makes sense y’know? He’s basically a human–”
“No, he’s a devil. You need to keep that in mind, you can’t forget something as important as that. You aren’t a rookie anymore–”
“I know that!” You covered your mouth, “Oh. I’m sorry, Miss Makima, I didn’t mean to cut you off or anything but I just…”
“Do you care for this devil?”
What’s the proper response for this?? After a moment of silence, “...no.”
“Then what is this about?” Makima maneuvered around you, sitting at her desk as her chin laid on the palm of her hand.
“I…” You bit your lip, you had to come up with an excuse. “He lives with me, as you know, and it’s just that he… he’s enjoying the pleasures of human life and the luxuries that come with it! And it gets pricey with just one person's salary. Yeah.”
“Is that so? Then wouldn’t you rather the Angel Devil to stop living with you entirely?” She hummed, staring into your eyes, catching your half-lies.
“No, I just… I just want to have an extra source of income, that’s all. I mean, if you think about it, I’m taking care of a devil after work hours for free. He’s using my water, my electricity, and eating my food so…” You move in place as you look down at her. She hasn’t blinked once this entire conversation.
“Mhm.”
“If you could pay him, even half of what the average starting devil hunter makes, it would help a lot and… it’s not like you have to give him a raise, I’ll keep taking care of him and everything!”
“Is that all?”
“...yes.”
“I’ll think about it.” Makima spun in her chair, looking out into the sun’s light fading across the city below her.
It didn’t seem like you got to her at all, you sighed, “Thank you, Miss Makima. I’ll be leaving now.” You shuffled towards her door again, “Have a good night.” Closing the door behind you, you looked up to see Angel standing oddly close to the door. He backed up quickly, a lot faster than he normally moved.
You didn’t comment about it, instead just walking towards whichever stairwell that led to the exit the fastest as Angel tailed you, just as he always did. Angels halo bobbed up and down, the glow illuminating your back as the two of you walked underneath the sunset back to your apartment complex. You heard his voice sputter a few times on the walk home, but it wasn’t exactly intelligible, and you couldn’t bring yourself to ask.
“Do I really eat that much?” Angel asked, picking up the pace to walk next to you instead of behind you.
“Huh? So you were listening.” You hummed, tilting your head to look at him.
“I was just curious.” He was most likely thinking ‘I thought you were going to abandon me’, or something along those lines.
“It was just an excuse, really. I just want you to get paid for your time, that’s all.”
“So you see me as human?”
“What? No– yes…maybe.” You stuttered, stopping in your tracks. Maybe this wasn’t exactly the correct thing to say to a devil, but it was what you felt. You were doing a good thing. You were being honest. “Does it matter? And don’t tell me I shouldn’t think that way because you’re a devil, you all say the same thing! It’s getting annoying.”
“...okay. I won’t.” Angel looked away from you awkwardly, “I’m just saying. Are you sure you should be so close to me?”
“It’s not like you’re going to do anything. You’re harmless.” Approaching the steps of your apartment building, you started shuffling with your pockets to find the keys.
“You’re forgetting that I’m a devil.”
“How could I forget that? It’s literally in your name, ‘the Angel Devil’.” You groaned, a few more steps and you reached your apartment’s door. Unlocking it with practiced ease, “I’m home!” You called out into the empty home, as you always did.
“I’m not harmless.” He huffed, kicking his shoes off in the foyer.
“You are though! You’re an angel, so it evens out and I know you wouldn’t do anything you hurt me–”
His hands were on your neck, he was holding you through your collar of course, but his hands were on your neck. You were taken aback, stumbling into the wall behind you, and now you were stuck between a devil and a wall. Words hardly escaped your lips before Angel’s thumbs pushed deeper into the middle of your neck.
“You really do forget that I’m a devil, don’t you?” his grip loosened just slightly, he wasn’t really trying to hurt you. “You’re stupid. A stupid, lowly human. You’re supposed to fear me– hate me.” He spat, there was no real venom or truth behind his words, but it hurt nonetheless.
No I’m not, I just trust you. Why would I hate you?
“Listen. I’m a devil and I can kill you whenever I want, whenever I please. It’s your job, you’re a devil hunter, I’m a devil… and I hate you.” He hissed quietly, “Stop being so nice to me, stop going out of your way to do things for me, stop protecting me, and stop…”
Fuck, my face is turning red.
“Are you even listening to me?” he pressed harder, “Answer me!” you grunt in response, “What am I even doing?” he lets you go, you hold your chest as you catch your breath, looking at the floor. Angel held his hand in his other, looking at you as you started backing up.
Coughing, you shake your head, “Yeah, what are you doing?” you question, touching your neck with your fingertips.
“...I hate you.” he muttered out before throwing his coat onto the floor and rushing towards his room. Well, it was your room before he moved in. Now you sleep on the couch.
“No you don’t! I know you don’t hate me because if you did you would’ve killed me– actually touched me!” You shout, voice cracking as you do so, “God, Angel!” you slam the still open front door, locking it from the inside.
I hope you don’t report me. I want to stay. I want to stay with you– why did I do that? Why did I say that? Am I actually… no, I am a devil. What am I even doing here? I haven’t wanted to live for a long time. Why did you have to change that for me? I hate you so much, I hate you, I hate you, I hate you… and I hate that I can’t touch you for real.
Angel was splayed out across the bed, it was a queen sized one, perhaps too big for how small the room was. The same three minutes repeated in his brain, how close his face was with yours, how close he was from actually, really touching you. So close to actually draining the life from you, so close from watching the life leave you. It was scary. What would he do if you died? The most likely answer was to die, the higher ups would never let him live. The less likely answer would be to sit in a cell and rot all day. Making a few weapons every week or so, in which case, he would most definitely prefer to die.
Outside the door, you knocked gently.
Not right now.
You knocked again, harder.
“Go away.” Angel mumbled into the pillow he claimed as his own.
I don’t want to see you. I don’t want to hurt you.
“Are you alright, Angel?” your voice echoed through his mind,
I should be the one asking you that.
He didn’t respond. You doubted we would’ve in the first place. Maybe it was too early, you understood. “I’ll have some food outside the door for you. You can get it whenever you want to. Sorry, Angel.”
Why are you apologizing?
The meal that waited outside his door wasn’t really a meal. Just a collection of snacks, not that you had much food in the house to begin with. He did eventually open the door to eat, but it was in the middle of the night while you were dozing off on the couch.
You didn’t know it, but he watched you sleep. Very intently, he watched you sleep. The way your face looked extra peaceful, the redness still lingering on your neck, the way your chest rose up and down with each breath and quiet snore. He stayed and sat there watching every small movement you made, each crevice and curve that made your body. He sat there for about an hour. His favorite part of the experience was the color on your face as the light from his halo reflected against it.
I think that I love you, and I hate that.
…
In the middle of the night, Angel woke up. Someone like him falls asleep easily and takes a long time to fully wake up, only listening to his internal alarm clock: his stomach. Checking the clock, he realized he couldn't exactly read the one on the wall, it was too dark out so he deduced it was somewhere around midnight and 4. Wandering into the kitchen, he did his best to make sure his steps were quiet, purposefully avoiding any floorboards that creaked. The automatic light in the kitchen turned on, startling him just a bit. His wings stretched as his hands reached towards the freezer's handle.
Opening it slowly to not draw attention to himself, he quickly grabbed one of the tubs of ice cream he had bought with his own money. In fact, almost the entire freezer is full of ice cream. The majority of them are already open and half empty, thanks to Angel’s newfound enjoyment of choice. You had to teach him the difference between a fridge and a freezer, and that ice cream indeed does melt in the sun and the fridge– which he only understood because the next time he opened the fridge his ice cream had become liquid.
Sitting at the table with his tub and a spoon he started digging in, eating one by one, spoonful by spoonful. As time went past, the automatic lights turned back off, and now he was eating ice cream in the dark as his roommate slept on the couch in the next room over. In fact, there were no walls separating the two of you. Angel stared out into the dark, letting the sweetness melt on his tongue.
“Angel?” your voice echoed through the apartment, it was quiet, but so was everything else that night which made your voice louder than expected. “What am I saying? Of course it’s you.” The lights flickered on again as you stepped into the kitchen. “What are you doing up so late?”
“I got hungry.”
“I see that,” you pulled a chair across from him, “Can I get some?”
He looked at you with his cheek resting on his palm, thinking. He shook his head in response, “Why would I do that?”
“Because I’m your buddy and you like me?” You purr, pouting your lip at him.
“...I don’t like you, I hate you.”
“You’re still on that?” You sigh, laying back into your chair. “We all know that’s not true. You’re a total liar, devils always tell lies. Come on!” You reached out to the spoon that was still in his hands, but still laying inside the tub. He flinched away from you before pulling the tub away from you.
“No, it’s mine. I bought it.”
“Yeah? With whose money?”
“...my money.” he replied, squinting his eyes at you.
“No, it’s my money that I’ve given to you because Public Safety refused to give you a salary.”
“But you gave it to me so it’s mine.” he mumbled, putting another scoop into his mouth.
“Angel, you live in my house, you eat my food, you’re literally wearing my shirt with a hole ripped into the back.”
He groaned and rolled his eyes, “You didn’t need to do any of that stuff… but,” he pushed the tub towards you, “Just take whatever you want.”
You took the spoon and took a bite, it wasn’t really your favorite flavor, in fact, it was quite gross. “Ew, what is this?”
“I don’t know, I don’t remember. It all tastes the same to me.”
“Tell that to all the fall eaten boxes in the freezer… aww, we totally just kissed just now!” You hummed, pushing the tub back to him.
“What?”
“Humans call sharing saliva by using the same straw, eating utensil, gum… just anything that touches another person's mouth and yours an indirect kiss.” Your voice got quiet at the end, it was quite the embarrassing situation to be in. Then, the lights turned off.
A kiss?
It’s not a big deal, but to someone who couldn’t kiss at all, it was. Angel’s face got hot, he was so happy that the lights were gone and that you couldn’t see him at all. Or, most of him. You turned around and walked back to the couch, where the lights did turn back on… but you weren’t facing him, and you didn’t look back, so you couldn’t see how flushed his face was. And it was real red.
Why would you say that? A kiss? With a human? That’s stupid. You’re stupid. An indirect kiss, what a stupid concept.
He slammed the freezer door shut, treading off back to his bedroom, the wings on his back wrapping itself around his body. He should’ve just ignored his stomach and kept sleeping, everything here could’ve been avoidable.
Tossing and turning, sleep didn’t come to him. His halo annoyed him, why wasn’t he able to turn it off. His wings were scrunched up behind him, but he couldn’t bother to move his body to fix it. The shirt he was wearing, your shirt, didn’t feel right on his body. Was it normal for humans to share this much, be this intimate, kiss…? Perhaps he should enlighten himself with human shows, and books, and… but that would be far too much work. He stayed up for what was probably another hour, luckily the two of you didn’t have work the next day or else he would’ve been in trouble. Though, you were usually the one to do most of the paper work and going on patrol was becoming less and less frequent for the two of you.
His guilty pleasure usually calms him— not that he wasn’t calm about the kissing situation, it wasn’t even a real kiss— but watching you sleep tended to end with him breathing less heavily, usually. His steps were as light as a feather, in a different position as his usual one, he stood behind the couch, leaning and looking down at you. You were so tranquil, in his eyes, you were the angel. The low glow from his halo accentuated your features, his eyes flicked to your lips. A kiss with his angel…
You woke up, blinking. Above you stood an angel, your angel. You blinked harder, surely this was just an illusion, but it wasn’t. And he’s still there, staring at you– no, he was backing up now. Has this been a recent thing? Or has he been watching you sleep for a long time now? You didn’t say anything, you didn’t move. In turn, he didn’t move either.
“Is this a regular thing for you?” You broke the silence, smiling uneasily. He was still a little blurry to you, blinking harder while you rub your eyes.
“No.”
“You’re such a liar.” You sat up straight, turning around to take a better look at him, “Not that I can see you too well, but I can see it on your face.”
“No.”
“You can admit it, you wanna sleep with me. You’re lonely.” You lean on your arm as it rests on the back of the couch.
“No– what?” He stumbled back further, “No, no. Absolutely not.”
“Do you say anything other than no? It’s okay, I have trouble sleeping too, so you can sit next to me… and we can talk.” You patted the spot next to you. He looked reluctant, but he moved around to sit next to you anyway.
“I wasn’t having trouble sleeping, I was just…”
“I understand, I remember you said something about having nightmares, it’s totally okay. I get them sometimes too!” You pulled him close to you, pushing his head towards your chest, a blanket in between the two of you to make sure there's no skin to skin contact, “I haven’t had one in a long time, you must be subconsciously eating my bad dreams or something.”
“That’s not how my power works.” He spoke in your chest, his hand coming up to try and push himself away from you.
“Well? Tell me about your nightmares, it helps a lot when you tell others about your problems.” You didn’t let him go.
“I didn’t have a nightmare.” In reality, his nightmares haven’t been as common as they used to be… he wonders to himself if you’re the reason for that, “I just couldn’t fall asleep tonight.”
“Yeah? Why’s that?”
“I don’t know. Too much sugar before bed, I guess.” He told the partial truth, more like a lie, but he couldn’t tell you that you were the reason he couldn’t go back to sleep, “...and thoughts.”
“It’s hard to believe you actually use your brain to think. All I see you do is zone out!”
“Well when I’m ‘zoning out’ I’m thinking.” He huffed, finally pulling away from you, “I don’t zone out, either. All humans do is tell themselves lies.”
“Mhm… then what do you think about?”
Your lips.
“Nothing in particular. Usually I’m hungry.”
“Are you still hungry now? There’s no take out places open at this hour… I could try making something, but–” you stood up from the couch, squinting towards the dark kitchen.
“No!” He pulled you back down, grabbing you by the sleeve of your shirt. “I mean. No, I’m not hungry right now. Just regular insomnia, so stay here.”
You looked down at him, you could barely see the face he was making, but it was definitely a pleading one, and it was real cute. “You want me to stay that bad? Any reason in particular?” you tease, plopping back down next to him.
“...”
“Ah, whatever.” you yawn, putting a pillow in between yours and Angels bodies before making yourself comfortable. The silence became awkward, you almost fell asleep. “Have you ever thought about being human?”
He flinched, like the words hurt him. He had, of course he had, he was one of the most humanoid devils there were. In fact, this was his devil form outright. The idea of being human… he had let go of it a long time ago. “When I was… how should I put it? Younger?”
“Aw! Baby Angel!”
“No. Just a long time ago, I was never a baby.” He sighed.
“Aw man” you pouted, pushing him lightly. He tensed up before calming down again, “sorry.”
“Why are you so touchy?”
“I get touchy when I’m tired I guess, sorry.”
“You weren’t like this at all before… you weren’t as talkative, you weren’t as touchy, you..”
“I’m just opening up to you. Do you not like it?” You frowned.
“No, it’s all new to me. That’s all.” He rested his head against the side of the couch. “All my previous buddies were nothing like this. They were all distant and… I usually spent all my time in my cell and now I’m here.”
“Feeling grateful?”
“If you were to put it in human words, yes. But devils don’t feel grateful. Only for their lives.”
“Is that so?” You hum, your hands playing with a spare feather that had fallen onto the pillow, “You really aren’t grateful for any of the stuff I’ve done for you?”
“It’s not your fault that I can’t feel it.”
“Then what can you feel?”
“…guilt.” He mumbled, he wasn’t quite sure why he was telling you this. Maybe your words had gotten to him, or maybe he was too tired to control himself. “Whenever I take the life span away from a human, I feel guilt.”
“That isn’t very devil-like.”
“I’m still an angel, so I guess it makes sense.” His wings fluttered again, wrapping themself around his body— like a ball.
“You tired yet?” You ask. He nods in response, you can tell by the way his halo started to bob up and down. You smile gently as you grab another blanket that had fallen onto the floor and rested it onto him. “Good.”
Before you could get up to leave, his voice cracked through the air, “please don’t leave yet. I’m still awake.” He shot up, leaning over the pillow to look at you. The glow of his halo reflected against your eyes as you swallowed hard.
You sat in silence again, but this time you were looking in his eyes, his ruby-like eyes. Sighing, you pulled him onto you again, toppling over the pillow barrier. Now he laid on top of you, your arms holding him tight. Stroking his hair softly, you started to hum out a lullaby. The song was simple, definitely not the best vocals… you were tired and laying on your back of course, but it was nostalgic. Continuing to smooth out the stray strands on Angel’s hair, “you asleep yet?”
“No.”
“Should I keep going?–”
“Hey,” He popped his head up.
“Yeah?”
“I think I like you.”
“Yeah, I think you do too.”
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sorry that it wasn't what the ask asked for, the end of part 1 is just too sad and i wasn't exactly in the mood to make angst... also it's been 3 years.
i might? continue off from this? its been over 5 thousand words already, so i'm a little stumped! i like this version though, so thank you for reading!
the air feels uncomfortably warm and the chatter of the restaurant starts to feel more and more distant. the empty glasses pile up beside you and the warmth inside you has spread to your cheeks. you steal a glance towards aki, who’s disheveled, bright red and most definitely drunk out of his mind.
you giggle, attempting to stand up to walk to him.
“heyyy!!!” you hear a whine from beside him, a hand on his shoulder.
“akkiii! another drink! for me!” himeno shakes him, clinging to his side.
something disgusting burns in your stomach.
something thats definitely not the alcohol.
aki blinks slowly, before giving into himenos insistent begging.
he always does.
he shakily raises his arm, the alcohol louder than his morals. shouting too loudly to a worker,
“uh.. hey, one more over here..” he slurs out, before flopping on the table, passing out. himeno excitedly grabs the beer, sipping and hiccuping.
jealousy is an ugly color. and its painted across your entire face.
you seethe with anger, eying himeno as she thanks the waiter for the drinks that aki just ordered for the two of them. you stand up, walking next to him and placing yourself right next to him, shoulder to shoulder.
“aki.” you huff, cheeks flushed.
he turns to you, wrapping both his arms around you. he tucks his face in your neck, breathing in deeply, pressing his cheek onto your collarbone.
“home.” you mumble into his hair, still mad at him, but more so himeno.
“lets go home.”
after hearing that, he immediately stands up, probably too drunk to walk home just yet. he wobbles around, wrapped around you.
“we’re.. we’re going home.” he announces before stomping out with you in his arms.
when you get home, both stumbling over each other. you walk in the apartment, greeted by a sleeping power and denji on the living room couch.
“aki..” you whine, as he sloppily picks you up into his arms, bridal style. he clumsily carries you over to the bed. he trips, hand land on top of you as your head hits the pillow.
his head is on your chest, nuzzling softly. you pull him up with all your might, laying him beside you.
you kick off your shoes, sitting up next to him.
“you bought her a drink.”
he blinks, not quite understanding.
“himeno, you bought her a drink. you know i dont like her.” you squint.
“i know.” he grumbles, pulling you back on top of him. “it was just a drink,”
you hit his chest.
“ow!” he winces. “its not that big a deal.”
“stop buying her stuff.” you close your eyes.
“i will.”
“pinky promise.” you hold up your pinky finger.
“i pinky promise.” he huffs, interlocking your pinkies and pressing your thumbs together.
he kisses your head, lowering you onto his chest.
“you’re gonna have the craziest hangover tomorrow.”
