#csm drabble

[nxvertheless]

[worldismyne]

The time has come! I am all caught up on Chainsaw Man bb! Both anime and manga. Been sitting on this piece since ep 3 because I wanted to avoid spoilers.

[wolfnlamb]

Tck. tck. tck.

gun fiend drabble. Disclaimers: guns. csm spoilers. being chased. gn reader. no love, no smut, just scary.

He was coming down the hallway. You shut the door quietly as possible with shaking hands, the soft click of the handle ringing in your ears.

Your breathing was uneven and you couldn’t steady it at all. You looked up around the small office noticing the glaring fluorescent lights in the ceiling; turn them off.

Rushing to the light switches and hastily slamming your hands over them caused a thud against the wall, and you froze. Could he hear it? Damnit, you needed to stop being frantic.

But how could you not be frantic? Your hands trembled while hiding in the dark office.

When you saw him outside of your building far off in the distance, you were pleasantly surprised. It was a late night for you workwise and he’d called earlier that morning to say he'd miss you.

He missed me. He came to walk me home after work. A smile spread across your mouth just before you waved at him, but he stopped walking and stood still. It was too dark and the street lights only illuminated patches of the sidewalk.

You frowned; what is he doing?

“Aki!” you called out.

You squinted at the darkened shadow he was hiding in. You made a mistake; Looks like he has both arms. That’s not him.

But he started his pace again and it was faster than before. Each time he passed under a streetlight, you saw the shine of something on his face. Your thoughts raced; that’s not him. His quick strides towards you were unsettling and you made a sharp turn back to your work entrance.

Inside you felt a temporary relief, thinking you were safe. Your keys jingled in your hand while you backed slowly into the reception desk, staring out the glass window. He was almost to the front.

It’s locked. He won’t try to get in.

The tall figure slowed his pace while examining the building; the overhead lights shined brightly in a pool just outside the doors. As he stepped into the light and you could see he had a gun. The fear of seeing the large weapon quickly turned to sheer terror when you saw his face. This isn't a man.

You gripped your keys painfully, wide eyed with fear.

He gently tapped the tip of the barrel jutting from his face against the glass door. Tck. tck. tck.

And grinned.

Tck.

The black hair hanging over his face was stringy; pieces stuck to the corner of his bloodied mouth.

Crying, you ran to the stairwell, unsure of where you were going but hoping for an escape.

Now you’re locked in this office with no apparent way out…except the way you came. There’s no phone in here. You hid in a vacant office that hadn’t been used in months. Fuck. There are no windows in here either. No. You crawl under the desk and tuck your knees to your chest.

The handle jiggled and you held your breath. A few more turns; back and forth, and the door shook loudly before it was still again. The veins in your neck bulged while you held your breath desperately out of fear.

BANG

You screamed and covered your head as he pushed the door open, creaking steadily.

You could hear the rubber soles of his sneakers walking across the linoleum floor toward the desk. He knew you were there and you couldn’t help but cry. He’s got you.

With you shaking underneath, he leaned over the top and rested on his arm as the other scraped across the laminate desk. You couldn't see him, but you could hear his twisted smile click in your ears just before slurring: I missed you.

[wolfnlamb]

“You won't like that one,” you warned her, as she sauntered over to the cart holding the jug of juice. Staring at you blankly, Power slowly lowered it into the cart.

“Yes I will. I’ve had this kind before,” she declared. She dropped the juice carton, making the cart shake.

This was a lie. She simply picked it because of its color; her favorite color. Cranberry.

“Uh–no, that one is gonna be really tart and like…kind of sour. You hate sour things, remember?”

Not too long ago, Power asked to try a piece of pineapple.

“Let me try one of those yellow things,” she said.

Sitting on the balcony together, Aki stretched his arm over to her, holding the glass container firmly.

“Here. But only touch the piece you're going to eat,” he warned. He watched her like a hawk, his eyes not wavering as she let her fingers dance above each piece, purposefully being ‘picky’ just to rile him up. You could see Aki trying to steady his breathing while Power played her tricks.

She snatched a piece suddenly when he pulled back out of frustration. Her lightning speed was so sudden, he almost dropped the container. Even Aki, who has impeccable reflexes, gets startled by her from time to time. She’s pretty cunning and he couldn't always anticipate her next move. He gave her a quick scowl before eating a piece himself.

Power laughed menacingly and took a bite of the pineapple. Her eyes bulged immediately.

She spat the pineapple out in your direction, a large piece hitting you in the cheek, saliva splattering across your arm.

“Disgusting! Why would you feed me that, you jerk!”, she yelled, clawing at her tongue. If you hadn’t grabbed Aki by the collar, a fist fight would have ensued.

Aki turns the corner of the aisle carrying a bag of cat food and Power spins around him. He sees the juice in the cart and tilts his head, regarding it.

“That’s not coming home with us.”

“I want it! It’s my favorite drink.” Power rushes over holding stacks of beef flavored ramen.

“No it’s not. You won’t like it.”

Aki grabs it out of the cart, “None of us like this flavor and I know for a fact someone will spill it. And I’ll be the one cleaning up the stain.”

[chosos-mascara]

chainsaw man

✿ smut ✧ fluff * angst

one shots ・゜゜・．

denji

betting & bargaining ✿ 4.8k words cw: college students, virgin!denji, betting using sexual favours, some manipulation on both parts, boob squeezing, nipple play, exhibitionism(?), fingering, cunnilingus, instruction (reader to denji), virginity loss (denji)

drabbles・゜゜・．

aki hayakawa

movie night ✿ 1k words summary:after only a week dating aki, neither of you could hold back on waiting.

throat ✿ 1k words cw: blowjob in a bathroom at a party

back to main masterlist ~

[oh-katsuki]

cw: csm manga spoilers, angst

denji’s first introduction to music on a record player was through aki. aki kept one in his bedroom on a shelf that held records that he had collected over the years. denji always enjoyed music, but it was aki that really got him into it. before him, it was just a pipe dream delight, something denji got the privilege of hearing in passing because he was never able to keep a player of his own. 

that record player is in denji’s room now, moved because aki doesn’t live there anymore. denji always liked it, even if it took him a while to understand why someone would listen to music on something so old. aki always said it made the music sound better, that it was special to listen to it on this rather than a CD. now, with them gone, denji leaves music playing whenever he’s home. it’s too quiet without them, so he leaves it on. that way, it doesn’t feel like they’re completely gone and denji doesn’t feel like he lives alone. 

if the music’s playing, denji can imagine that aki is in his room next door, smiling about denji’s choice to listen to “space oddity” for the sixth time on repeat, and power is in hers with a pillow pulled over her ears, kicking her feet to the music despite herself. 

[heich0e]

the edges of the photograph have curled over the years, and you have to press them down with the tips of your fingers so that you can really look at it.

it's grainy and overexposed, the colours saturated in the way that early colour film cameras tended to be. it loans the image a feeling of nostalgia, even if it's for an era well before your own lifetime.

the figure in the centre of the photo smiles up at you, frozen in time--a fine young man, no more than 19 or 20--and it makes your heart pang treacherously under the cover of your ribs.

"like what you see, kid?"

you shut the photo album when kishibe poses the question, realizing you've been caught in the act. you rest your hands against the nicotine stained cover.

"no," you say after a moment, though perhaps you should say nothing. "i don't like seeing photos of you when you were young."

you make the admission quietly, like you almost don't want him to hear it at all. he huffs a little in response, like he doesn't believe you.

"make you feel bad you missed out on me in my golden years and instead got stuck with an old man?"

you bite down hard on your lip, your nails raking bluntly over the peeling, yellowed vinyl of the photo album's cover. a piece of the cracking material lifts under the pressure.

finally, you glance back at him over your shoulder. kishibe is sitting in the chair he favours by the window. he says he likes it for the view, but you know it's because he hopes being closer to the window will keep at least some of the chemicals in his cigarette smoke away from you.

his dark eyes, lined at the corners and shadowed beneath the sockets, are on you; tired (as usual) but patiently waiting for your reply.

"no," you repeat your earlier comment, the first to look away as you turn your attention back to the half-empty album in your hands. you wonder what photos used to be affixed to the pages where now only phantom discolouration and remnants of adhesive remain. "it's because you used to look happy."