#himeno x reader

[vevelt32]

an excerpt from my aki x reader story except reader has serious bg lore... notwithstanding death threats from himeno @ 14 yrs old (tbf u wore her dead partner's face)

[rekino2114]

“Himeno Mishap’s” Himeno x Male Reader. In celebration of the upcoming release of the CSM movie, and of the recent release of the CSM animated shorts, here’s a small Himeno request. Honestly, besides the Horsemen and occasionally Power, Himeno might be my favorite girl! She’s charming, she’s a good friend, she’s fun! But sadly, she was gone too soon. I really wanna request for her more often and I do plan to, but we’ll get to that at a later date. For now I have a little request for her based on a short from the manga, and recently featured as a short for the anime! This is meant to tie into the request you did where the reader played with/did the CSM girls hair, except this time Himeno and Y/n come home drunk after a day at work and Y/n practically knocks out on their bed but Himeno was slightly less drunk so she remained awake. This wasn’t long after he helped her with her hair problem so it was still in her mind that she wanted to repay him, so in her drunken state she thought of a way that she could. By doing his hair! Cut to the next morning, Y/n wakes up to see Himeno standing in the doorway with a slightly embarrassed expression on her face. He wondered why until he saw a clump of his hair on the ground. “Hey, Y/n. Uhh, remember how I said I wanted to thank you for helping me with my hair? Yeah, well… I, uh, tried to “thank” you last night. But… well… I-it’s not bad! …well, not that bad… okay it’s pretty bad… kinda awful actually…” Y/n assured her that it was okay and he was okay with it, how bad could it be after all? …Very bad… very, very bad. When Y/n looked in the mirror he realized that there was absolutely no way to salvage it, he’d have to go out in public, to work, out with his colleagues, looking like this. Himeno felt bad yes, but part of her couldn’t help but find it funny. And for that Y/n locked up every pair of scissors in a drawer with a padlock on it. Of course Y/n forgave her, he loved her after all… but she owed him TWICE as much after this!

Just wanted to make a small little fluffy thing cause an idea came to me. Have a good week!

Himeno accidentally messing up your hair

Pairing:himeno x male reader

Himeno opened the door of your apartment holding you with one of her arms while you laid your head on her shoulder

"I can't believe you're drunker than me, i didn't think that would ever happen"

"Shut *hic* up, this is all your fault"

"Hey what do you mean?"

"You're the one who gave me all that beer anyway"

"Yeah cause you deserved it after that amazing *hic* mission"

"......whatever"

Your eyes started to droop and you leaned even more on himeno's shoulder who laughed and kissed your cheek, and then noticing your tiredness laid you down on the couch and put a blanket on your body.

"Goodnight handsome~"

You were already passed out when she said that and kissed your forehead. Himeno was about to cuddle you when she realized something

"Hmm i'm not sleepy at all, did I drink too much? Or not enough?"

She looked at your sleeping form and leaned her head back

"I'll go smoke or something"

She went to grab a cigarette and sat on the chair near the couch again before lighting it and beginning to smoke. she rested her cheek on her arm and stared at you again

"....man I really hit the jackpot, he's so cute and he's super nice too like when he helped with my hair the other day.."

As her mind started to drift to that moment she had a great idea...or at least what her drunken mind could call a great idea, to pay you back for your nice deed. So she grabbed her scissors and got to work

The next morning when you woke up you almost immediately noticed himeno staring at you, she couldn't have been awake for long. her one eye widened when she noticed you get up

"Oh hey hime, what's up?"

You put a hand on your forehead already noticing something off

"Hugh this hangover is terrible, how do you deal with this everyday?"

When the devil hunter still didn't answer you stared at her with more suspicion

"....hime is everything alright?"

"...yeaaaahhhh don't worry y/n"

"That makes me very worried"

You started to get up only for your foot to touch a weird unfamiliar texture you looked down and saw...a clump of your own hair

You and himeno stared at each other for a while until she started waving her hands around trying to calm you down

"Wait wait wait! I promise I can explain!"

"Even if you can i'm not sure that will make me less mad"

"Ok so you know how you helped me cut my hair last time when I had that little issue well I thought i could do the same to help you so-"

"So you cut my hair without my permission!?"

"When you put it like that of course it sounds bad"

"Cause that's exactly what happened!"

You sighed and facepalmed as himeno kept looking down embarrassed

"Is it that bad?"

"No of course not, you look just as handsome as always"

"Maybe to you, but what about to anyone else?"

"......Ok i can't promise that"

You deadpanned at her and took one look in the mirror immediately putting your hands on your face once you saw your "new hairstyle"

"*sigh* i'm gonna have to wear a hat for the rest of the month"

"Don't worry you'll look cute with a hat too"

"Listen I appreciate you trying to cheer me up but don't forget this is your fault in the first place"

"I said i'm sorry"

"Sorry isn't going to fix my hairline"

"I promise i'll never do it again"

".....i'm locking the scissors away"

"Come on you really don't trust me?"

"I trust you but i don't know if i trust drunk you"

Himeno pouted and lowered her head

"What do you need them for anyway?"

"It's not that I need them it's a matter of you being mad at me"

Seeing her like that caused your anger to lessen a bit

"I'm not....totally angry at you, I knew you were trying to do a nice thing....even if the consequences were...this"

"That's a better way to put it, i know I screwed up and i'm sorry"

She hugged you and tried to kiss you to hopefully make up and thankfully you kissed back

"But from now on neither of us is drinking as much as we did last night"

"Fair enough"

[k4dewashere]

Placed inside, safe, and sound

drabble | f!reader x various f!characters | hurt/comfort | 2.1k

Thinking about the warmth that lingered the air after the bath, you both shared. She sat behind you on the plastic lid of the off-white, ceramic toilet, her gaze stuck to the wall between your frame and the mirror. A poor excuse from how her eyes begged to wander further down your form.

Grey smoke curled in the air as it chassed the ceiling, creating a particular blend of nicotine, humidity, and shampoo her senses knew already too well. This had become some sort of ritual. After any mission you both accomplished, you'd share a bath in your shared apartment. It was logical, after all. It saved on the water bill and avoided any of you staining some part of the house with blood while waiting for the other to finish. Besides, it was obvious that none of you cared about your scarred forms mirroring one another.

The water was long gone from the tub, leaving in its stead grime and dirt from both your bodies. She had followed the foaming trail of body wash that had trailed down the outside of your knee. Resisting the urge to touch, to feel your scarred skin beneath her fingertips. But now, all that remained on the white ceramic was a small poodle of bloody water and a mix of dust and dirt.

Today had been particularly rough, she sighed, her eyes finally falling on your half-naked form. Your hip was plopped against the sink, your frame dressed in only your matching black bra and panties. It wasn't anything extravagant, more practical than anything, really, a simple elastic band and stretchy fabric. No lace nor underwires for it had been picked in a hurry at a convenience store.

And to her, gone were the days when her cheeks flushed and heartbeat sped at the sight of your naked form. A sort of normalcy had settled, the domestic kind that could only bloom in a trusted environment, something she couldn't imagine without you. It was the kind of domesticity that only came from two women with scars rivaling one another. It only came from two humans with nothing left to lose, for every day might as well be their last.

She slowly brought the cigarette back to her lips, inhaling the smoke before blowing it in the opposite direction from you. She didn't normally smoke indoors, definitely not in your presence since you've made it quite clear that you despise its smell. But today hadn't been normal, and it seemed you shared the sentiment since you didn't say a word at the first flicker of her lighter.

Today's mission was supposed to be easy, the 'kill and go' kind of duty. However, things are never that simple. Especially in this line of work, and, especially with the feelings she felt for the woman 3 feet away from her. She flickered the ash in the drain of the bathtub, always letting the heat get closer than necessary to her fingertips. Today had been too fucking close. Your body before her proved of such.

The wounds had stopped bleeding after a while, but the limp in your movements was evident. Scratches traveled your legs, cuts littered your arms, interrupting the constellation of your moles. She'd seen you, meet the ground, and for one frightful second, she saw what she dreaded most, acceptance behind a wall of fear.

She'd saved you, naturally.

None of you had mentioned it ever since and you had remained silent for the better part of the day, but she wanted to talk about it, wanted to grip your shoulders and shake you until you understood how miserable she'd be if you left. She wanted you to feel how she felt ever since you walked into her life.

Not today, though, never today. Maybe tomorrow, if you even had one. If you both survived again.

It was silent but far from calm. Your wet hair from the previous bath often released one or two droplets of water that met the sink in a low 'plop'.

She watched as you racked your hands through it. It was darker than usual and already curling at the ends. You sighed, too focused on your predicament to notice her balant stating.

She took another hit, leaning against the backrest of the toilet as her eyes followed your hands, reaching for the straightener. It was a ritual she was familiar with. The pattern of your hair had always been too bothersome for you. 'It's too much work', you complained when she asked. Maybe that's one of the many things she loved about you, the routine. She loved how consistent, reliable, strong, you truly were. She never knew she needed that in her life until now.

"You know…" she started, her voice not a whisper, but not her usual tone either.

"You don't have to straighten it all the time, I like the way it curls."

She hummed, propping her elbows on her knees and resting her chin on one of her hands while the other twirled the burning nicotine.

She didn’t look away, her gaze traveling from the back of your head to the drain as she gently shook the ash off the cigarette. You scoffed, but it seemed softer.

"Please, you don't know what you're talking about. You've never seen it."

You were right, to some extent. No matter how damaging it, you always straightened your hair while still damp and sometimes even when it dripped with water.

You leaned towards the mirror, your back creating an arch she wished she could trace with the tip of her nail and watch as it caught on the ragged skin.

Your nakedness wasn't erotic, it never really was.

Finally, she allowed her eyes to wander. As if she hadn't memorized every single dip and shadow of your skin.

"I've seen it." She finally retorted, quiet. Smoke escaped her lips as it curled under the light of the mirror.

"That one time, when you fell asleep in the bathtub after that mission in the city center. Your hair was a mess, wet, wild."

A pause.

"I didn't wake you up on purpose." She added, plastering a smile on her lips in hopes to hide just how much she meant each word.

"It was beautiful."

She tapped the butt of the cigarette against the poodle of bloodied water, a faint scent of burnt paper briefly filling the room before slowly dissipating through the humid air.

She turned back to you, your mouth parting to release one of those bratty retorts you never run out of. Only for a loud curse to fend the air instead.

"Shit!'

It hit like a flare in the dark.

She halted for an instant, reaching for her weapon (which she stupidly came to realize had been thrown somewhere across the apartment). She quickly made her way to your side. But as her frame stood beside yours, all she noticed was the sharp hiss of water touching burning iron. That's when she saw it, the straightener, knocked over, contrasting over the white porcelain of the sink. Steam slowly rose from your forearm, where heat had kissed skin.

You squirmed, a string of charming words escaping your lips as your healthy hand instinctively tried to slap over the burn. She stopped it before you could worsen the situation.

"Damn it, stupid."

In one smooth motion, —without panic, she grabbed your wrist, pulling it under the freezing tap water even as you weakly tried to pull away.

"You always do this."

She murmured, watching as the burn became more prominent under clear water. She didn't let go.

"Always rush into things."

The statement hung heavier than the smoke that still lingered the air. This wasn't about burns, nor about hair. It was about everything.

You didn't answer, she didn't expect you to. The mark on your arm seemed to have settled on a proper Vermilion shade, and when you tried once more to break her grip, she didn't relent.

She could see the tension in your jaw. You were probably clenching your teeth so hard they could break, but you didn't even choke out a surprised noise. Through your pain, your healthy arm reached for support. Finding it in her cotton shirt, bunching up the fabric as you gripped it like a lifeline. Your face falling soon after in the crook of her neck.

It was more contact than usual. You both knew it. Especially her, she'd grown close enough to you to recognize the pattern drawing itself before her eyes. Maybe it was because of how easily you almost died today. Maybe it was everything altogether, but she knew you'd bottled up enough.

She let the tap run, the steam rise, adjusting her hold on your wrist with silent authority.

"No," she sighed, her gaze stuck on the wet strands of your hair. "You don't get to pull away." Her voice wasn't loud, it didn't need to be.

"You can clench your teeth from getting the living daylights punched out of you, walk home with a broken rib, and make yourself coffee as if nothing—" a pause, "but one burn? You fall apart."

She turned slightly, placing herself between you and the sink. Blocking the view of the mirror as if this moment couldn't even be witnessed by the two of you. She looked at you, really did.

"…I saw you today." There, she said it. And regretted it instantly when she felt your body tense. The words tumbled from her lips before she could stop it. "When you went down, when I thought you—"

She cut herself off, chewing on her bottom lip as her fingers slowly released their deathly hold over your wrist to softly trace over a cut from last week. Sliding her hands down your forearm, fingertips dancing off ragged wounds. One from last month, another from a few days ago. Some healed, others not quite but each painted in the canvas of her mind.

Nuzzled in her neck, you didn't answer. Your grip over her white cotton sleep shirt never relenting. For a moment, or perhaps longer, none of you spoke nor moved. Not until you shifted and slowly rose your head from where it rested moments before.

Your damp hair hung over your face, hiding half of it from her view. But it did little to hide the downturn of your lips and the tightness around your eyes. You didn't pull away yet, your burnt forearm having long given up resisting the freezing cold of the water.

After a beat, you breathed out. Your sigh slightly shaky, a mix between a scoff and a laugh. As if you, yourself, couldn't decide whether to shrug it off or finally snap. She didn't know which she wished for, either.

When you finally parted your lips, your voice was rough. She'd go as far as to say hoarse, but that would be too close to admitting how dampness had met her neck. Dampness she knew that wasn't from your hair.

"I hate this," you finally whispered out, never lifting your gaze to meet hers but staring at the mirror instead. "Hate how you… always see it."

The pause stretched as she waited for you to elaborate without her prompting your words forward. She'd learned to choose her words carefully so as not to frighten you away from opening up, akin to a wounded animal.

One breath, then another.

"I saw its face when it lunged at me, and I swear, just for a second, I wanted to let it take me." You swallowed, the grimace on your face making her wince. "Not because I was scared," she begged to differ, "Because, what if we're already ghosts? Awaiting fate's judgment? Just walking around pretending we'll live long enough to get old?"

Your gaze shifted, from your reflection in the mirror to the straightener on the side of the sink. Dancing across the wrinkles that had formed on her shoulder before finally meeting her eyes.

"And then you pulled me back," you croaked, your voice uncharacteristically small,"…like you always do."

A pause.

"Why do you keep on saving me if we already know how this ends?"

Her breath stopped. For a second, she felt the way your words carved themselves in her ribs. Not because they were new, but because she knew. Knew the shape of that truth like a blade in her own palm.

Suddenly, she moved. Almost foolishly, her hands rose, letting go of your wrist and waist to reach up, to tangle in the back of your hair and pull. Not enough to hurt, God knew you both had enough of that today, but to force eye contact. To stop your gaze from fleeting hers. Her voice became lower with something embarrassingly close to desperation.

"Because I don't care about how this ends."

A beat, her thumb brushing over your pulse point, leaning closer to your weary face, the scent of ash and smoke blending with your sweet body wash.

"I only care that you keep breathing until it does, and I'll save you over and over again, just to witness you bathe beside me."

HIMENO, Arlecchino, Acheron, Zani, Maki Zenin, SHOKO IEIRI, Trigger + any of your favs!

[rekino2114]

Quanxi, Power, Himeno and Makima with a S/N tired who decides to use her breasts as pillows.

Makima,power,himeno and quanxi giving you a chest pillow

Makima

Makima can sense whenever you feel down, including when your tired, and she'll do everything it takes to make you feel better

Her lap and chest are always there for you to take a nap on whenever you want. You could literally just walk up to her and bury your face in her chest and she'd let you no questions asked

She's soooo warm and comfy you just melt into her and the fact she's whispering sweet nothings into your ears and stroking your hair the entire time only help you relax more

She actually quite enjoys watching you sleep like this, not in a creepy way, but you look adorable to her, you the most precious person in the world right where you should be:safe in her arms

"Darling, you look so tired"

"Oh, sorry, today's mission was just difficult"

"I'm sorry for that honey, how about you take a nap?"

"Yeah, good idea, I'll go sleep on the couch"

"Oh no dear, I have a couple of comfier places you can rest on.....would you prefer my lap or my chest?"

[You blush but lay on her chest as she wraps her arms around you]

"Good puppy, just relax now, I'll keep you safe and comfy ok?"

[She massages your scalp as you relax more]

"I love you so much, my love, just fall asleep here, you're loved and safe here"

Power

Power was a bit more reluctant at first, but she quickly grew to love making you sleep on her chest

One day, you were too tired to even walk to your bed, so you plopped on her chest. She was very confused and irritated by this, but seeing your cute face while you slept on her and feeling your warmth made her change her mind pretty quickly

From that moment, she demands that you sleep like this pretty often, especially when she knows you had a bad day

She hugs you incredibly tight and likes to give you hickeys while you sleep, she'll stop if it wakes you up though

"Human what happened to you? You look awful!"

".......thanks power, but it's nothing, I'm just really tired. I basically didn't sleep last night"

"How dare you! Don't you know that sleep is very important for you human's health. What would you do without me?"

".............."

"Anyway, consider yourself lucky for this night I require you sleep on the great power's chest!"

"Oh really? thanks I'd like that"

"Of course, after all it's very soft and comfortable I assure you, you shall sleep the best sleep you ever had"

[She pulls you towards her and falls on the bed]

"Here you go, you're welcome lovely human"

"Thanks power this actually feels nice"

"Of course it does did you have any doubts?"

Himeno

Himeno very much enjoys letting you lay on her breasts. It's actually probably her favorite cuddling position for you 2

Especially in one specific occasion:when she's drunk and coming home from a party, she's very clingy all the time and when it's time for you to sleep she'll pull you into her chest and kiss you all over

She probably falls asleep before you in this occasion but it's fine because her breathing and heartbeat help you sleep too

Even the next morning, she's not letting you go. She'll hug you so tightly until you can't leave and then you have to remind her that you have a mission that day and need to get ready quickly

"Heeeeey y/n you ready for bed?"

"Yeah hime, let's go now"

"Wait, I think today has been a hard day for you hasn't it?"

"I guess, I am kinda tired"

"Well then, I think today you deserve to sleep on your two favorite pillows, don't you think?"

"*blushes* o-ok"

"Come here cutie~"

[She grabs you and pulls you in her chest]

"There we go. I'm sure it's comfy isn't it?"

"Yeah of course good night himeno"

"Night honey, love you"

Quanxi

Like makima quanxi just knows whenever you're tired and like makima, she's always ready to lend you her lap or chest to take a rest on

The moment she sees you've been working harder than usual or she notices that there are bags under your eyes, she'll silently hug you and pull you in her breasts while laying on the couch

She doesn't talk that much while you're laying there with her. She just strokes your hair and lets you listen to her heartbeat to help you sleep

Her presence is generally very soothing and calming when she's with you, so you fall asleep basically instantly while she watches you rest on her with a content face

"Q-quanxi? What are you doing?"

"Helping you sleep. I saw you were tired right?"

"Well yeah I am"

"Then this will help you. Are you comfortable? You can lay on my thighs too if you prefer"

"No this feels really comfy and nice thank you"

"Good. sleep now. You need it, I'll play with your hair meanwhile just listen to my heartbeat, alright? It beats for you, and it should help you relax now"

"Thanks again, it is really relaxing"

"I'm glad, now stop talking, just relax and sleep"

[actuallysaiyan]

Kinktober Day 3: Overstimulation

warnings: mentions of alcohol, smut, vaginal fingering, oral sex(fem receiving), overstimulation word count: 0.5k pairings: Himeno x Fem!Reader teaser: It was supposed to be eating some junk food, drinking some beer and watching trashy movies.

dividers: @adornedwithlight

taglist: @thissaintjessi, @cherryblossombankai, @sindulgent666, @shinysp4rk @chilichopsticks

You look up at her from your position on the bed. Your cheeks are flushed and your lips are plump and swollen from making out. The way she had described this girl's night to you, you wondered if maybe you misheard her the first time. It was supposed to be eating some junk food, drinking some beer and watching trashy movies.

But here you were, all spread out on her bed, the tv playing in the background with nobody paying too much attention. Your pajama bottoms were pulled down, revealing your bare sex to Himeno. She’s enjoying this too much.

“Did you want to take a break?” she asks, whispering in your ear. “Or do you think you can give me another one?”

You moan softly, feeling her fingers on your labia. She loves the way your cheeks get even more pink as she stimulates you. Her fingers feel so sticky with your juices already. The more she plays with you, the more you try to squirm away from her. But you wanted this.

The minute she kissed you, you knew you were down bad. You wanted this, you kept telling yourself. But you had no idea that she was greedy to make you cum. The more your little hole spasmed around nothing, the more greedy she got. She was enjoying just making you cum from the clitoral stimulation.

“More?” She asks, teasing your sore clit. “Or you want to have a break? Come on, speak up.”

You hiccup, “Nnnn…more.”

You’re surprised to even hear yourself asking for more. There’s this new look on her face. It’s almost sadistic. She leans in to kiss you passionately, her fingers pushing into your dripping hole this time. You watch as Himeno settles between your thighs on her stomach.

“Gotta make this one count, yeah?!”

Her enthusiasm is almost too much. Your walls flutter around her two fingers that she’s pumping in and out of you. Then you let out a cute whine as she wraps her lips around your swollen nub. The way her tongue swirls around it has you already so close to the edge. She looks up at you, smirking to herself at the way your eyes are rolled back.

And then she begins to suckle. Your toes curl as you feel the coil in your stomach so close to snapping. Your hips buck up to meet her lips and it doesn’t take too much more for you to fall off the edge with a cry of her name. Still, Himeno doesn’t let up. She’s fingering you with even more vigor than before.

“More,” She grunts against your clit. “I know you’ve got more in you.”

With your body trembling and your loins feeling like they are on fire from the intense pleasure, you swear you’re about to float out of your body. This is truly too much for you to bear, and yet when your hand reaches down to her, you push her closer instead of trying to push her away.

She slurps at your clit, moaning at the way you’re twitching just for her. The thought of getting you here under the guise of a girl’s night is just too perfect. You’re the best kind of naive and you cum so cutely. Himeno has plans to keep you up all night, and she wants to exhaust you almost completely.

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[mytheoristavenue]

CSM Himeno x Fem!Reader 🍋 - Kiss Me Through The Phone

Kinktober 2024 - I

Phone sex + Mutual Masterbation

Summary: After being ordered to bedrest following an injury, you can't but miss your kinda-sorta girlfriend while she's away. Luckily, Himeno always knows just how to cheer you up!

Warnings: Phone sex, mutual masturbation, fem x fem, sub!reader, mention of serious injury, angsty situationship, mentions of Denji, jealousy

You sighed, rolling over in bed. You hated this, being confined to your room, even if it was for your own good. Especially considering your team was out there, risking their lives without you on an important mission. Would they be okay with a man down? They did have Denji now, and that was something, you supposed. Who were you kidding, Denji was the MVP of your little squad now.

It's not like you were jealous or anything, of course you weren't. You were still a valued member of Division Four, even now that you were bedridden. You'd be back and better than ever in a few weeks, at least that was what you told yourself to bite back the depression and insecurity that kept crawling in.

It wasn't helping matters that you were caught in the love- whatever shape of this squad. You liked Himeno, she liked you and Aki both, he liked Makima, and so on and so forth. And now, she was flirting with the entire group, teasing Kobeni and Arai just to see them blush, and offering favors to anyone who could finish their work. She was even giving special attention to the flashy new recruit. It was like she was trying to make you jealous!

You couldn't help but wallow in self-pity, wondering what they were all doing without you. Had they finished the mission, were they getting dinner and drinks right now? Was Himeno getting drunk and handsy with someone else? Or did things go the other direction- were they all injured or worse? In hosptial? The unknown killed you and you couldn't resist pulling your phone off the charger and flipping it open.

Your thumb hovered over Himeno's contact before pressing the button. To your surprise, she answered almost immediately. "(N/N)! What's up?" You were right in the first place, she'd been drinking.

"Hey," you murmured softly into the receiver. "How's everything going?"

"Great!" She chirped with a giggle, lightheartedly fussing with someone in the background. "But, yeah, it all went great! Denji really tore that devil up!" Your smile fell at the mention and the realization of who she'd been talking with on the other end.

"He did? Give him my praise," You faked. "What are you guys up to now?" You asked, knowing the answer before you even called. You even mouthed the word silently with her.

"Celebrating!" She replied cheerily. "We're just getting dinner, then we're gonna stay at a hotel overnight. We'll be home tomorrow and we'll all come visit ya, tell ya everything!"

"Can't wait..." you lied with a sigh. You really only wanted to see her, not the whole damn squad. "Well, I won't keep you."

"Okay, bye-bye, baby, get some rest!" You couldn't help but blush at her words. She never called you pet names in front of others, only when the two of you were alone. She must be really plastered.

With that, she disconnected, her delighted giggling cutting out with a comment that made your blood boil. "Denji, down boy-!" You knew it was nothing, you knew it in your heart. Denji was a good kid at his core and he only had eyes for Makima. But still, he was a hormonal teenager and the odds of him rejecting the advances of a frankly gorgeous, doting older woman were slim. Fuck, you needed to go to sleep, you couldn't keep yourself up thinking about this.

-----

You were awoken by the obnoxious buzzing of your phone, accompanied by the generic poppy headache that was your ringtone. You groggily lifted your head and grabbed the phone, eagerly answering it when you realized who it was. "H-Himeno, is everything okay?" You asked, somewhat frantic in your sleepy state.

"I'm alone." She answered softly, sounding much more sober now. "Are you alone?"

"Always," You replied, swallowing dryly.

"Do you miss me?" She cooed, lounging on the silken hotel sheets, paid for by the company, of course.

"Always," You repeated dryly. "Do you...miss me?"

"Mhm, always." Silence rang through the line and for a moment, you worried she might have hung up, but checking the screen, you were assured she was still there. Maybe she fell asleep? She was pretty drunk earlier. "'m sorry..." Her voice suddenly reemerged, soft and sheepish. "I made you jealous again, didn't I?" You didn't need to answer, she already knew, and lying wouldn't do you any favors. "Denji was stealing food off my plate."

"Huh?"

Suddenly, it clicked for you. You'd automatically assumed she'd scolded him at the end of your fall for some perverted reason. God, you felt guilty. "He's a kid, I'm not interested." She finally said. "Just joking around. Besides, he's got tunnel vision on Makima, couldn't sway him even if I tried."

"Poor thing," you laughed softly, relieved, knowing how your boss could be with her 'dogs'. "And...Aki?" you asked nervously.

"What about him?" Himeno replied, rolling over onto her stomach.

"N-Nothing." you dismissed, deciding you didn't want to sully the moment. "Why'd you call so late?"

"'cause I really miss you..." She cooed, almost in a whine. "Hate going on trips without my favorite girl..." Ah yes, there it was, that world-famous 'Himeno Hospitality'. She always had a way of charming people, even when she was at her lowest, and you were no exception to the rule. You'd even say you were especially susceptible to her whims.

"You're horny." You deadpan with a sigh. You were elated of course that she'd chosen you to help get her rocks off, you just wished it was more than luck of the draw.

"Maybe a little..." She admitted sheepishly, slipping out of her work clothes, leaving them scattered wherever they fell. "Help me out?"

"Himeno..." you sighed, feeling conflicted. You wanted this- you wanted her more than anything, but this arrangement made you feel cheap.

"Please, sweetheart?" She begged once and you were convinced, but she persisted. "Please, need to hear your pretty voice, I miss you so, so much..." Her pleading was nearly enough to make you whimper on the spot and you couldn't keep yourself from shifting into a more comfortable position. "I can't wait 'til you're better, next work trip we're gonna share a hotel room, 'kay?"

"Mhm..." you hummed in response, breath quickening. "I can't wait, miss you so much, Hime..." you confessed sweetly.

"Baby, I miss you too, more than anything," She reflected your sentiments in such a genuine way that you could almost take it at face value. "What're you wearing, pretty?"

"S-Stripey pajamas..." You responded, a bit embarrassed that you hadn't worn anything sexier to bed, despite knowing you'd be alone. "Sorry..."

"Those cute button down ones?" She asked with a giggle, picturing you, lying in bed in loose-fitting pajamas, feeling yourself up at her command. "The ones you wore in the hospital?"

"Mhm," Your cheeks burned, thinking she was about to poke fun at you, but her words melted your resolve like molten glass, ready for her hands to shape.

"You look so tiny and cute in those, I can't wait to take 'em off you..." You could drool over her tone, saccharine and seductive, with a hint of intoxicated desperation. "Unbutton your shirt, baby."

It was as if her ghostly hands were there completing the action themselves. Before you knew it, your skin was slicing a path through the blue and white striped cotton, reflecting the moonlight. "Did you do it, baby?"

"M-Mhm..." you hummed bashfully, opening your shirt fully and exposing your chest, the cold air nipping at the summits of your breasts.

"So good..." Himeno cooed into the phone, her voice smoother than the sheets she was wetting as she pushed her panties over her bent knees, laying back in the pillows. "You know what to do now, don't you pretty?"

Oh, you knew alright. In an instant, you were holding the phone to your ear with a hiked shoulder, panting softly into her ear, needy hands pawing at your breasts, imagining it was her soft fingertips kneading them like raw sourdough. She'd touched you like this before, a few times after a few too many and you tried your best to replicate the feeling. "That's right, babygirl, play with those pretty tits for me," She purred, tipsy mind filled with images of your bare chest, so plush and soft and all for her. "Just like how I'd do it, please, please..."

You couldn't stand it anymore, it was all too much. Her voice, her words, her tone- you felt like you could have been in a heavier daze than she was, stone-cold sober. You couldn't wait for the go-ahead, slipping a hand down your stomach and straight beneath the hem of your panties. Your fingers fell into place so naturally, finding a perfect pace and pressure almost instantly. "Touch yourself for me, sweet girl..." Permission came into your ear much sooner than you'd expected and your cheeks ran hot like you'd been caught with your hand in the cookie jar- and in a way, you had.

"Already am..." You confessed in a whiney hiss, sure she'd give you a light scolding and demand you reprimand yourself. But Himeno was always full of suprises.

"Good fucking girl," She groaned, breath already ragged. "Always two steps ahead of me, that's what I like about you..." Her praise made your eyes roll back, softening you like butter left out on the kitchen counter for a recipe- and she was definitely making something sweet out of you. She was all too aware of the fact that you were the jealous type and she lived for these moments where she could turn you from sour to sweet with just a few dirty words. "Just keep rubbing that cute pussy for me, 'kay? Don't stop for nothing."

"M-Mhm..." Was all you could muster, too focused on chasing your high, though, ever the simp, you'd stop immediately and never finish if she ever gave the command. Luckily, Himeno was a kind woman at heart, if a bit misguided by her own whims, and she'd never deny you unless you wanted her to. Though she was in no position to deny you an orgasm right now, it'd make her a hypocrite.

"So close, baby," She whimpered, her fingers already beginning to cramp from the awkward position she held them in. She just had to scratch that itch in that special way, sore knuckles be damned. "Can you cum with me, sweetheart?"

"Tryin'..." You hissed, eyes squeezed shut, laser-focused on crossing that line in time. "W-Wanna so bad..." You were always so articulate, so it did so much to her to hear your speech lose that proper edge. You only got like this when you were about to cum or about to kill, there was no in-between.

"Oh, please, beauty, you're so close, I can tell," She spurred you on, her voice taking on a neediness that was unnatural for her. She must have been really desperate for you, you realized- an epiphany that had your head craning backward into the pillows, counting stars on your ceiling.

"Shit- ahhh...!"You gasped, tears pricking your eyes as your face began to numb and your lower half rocked with that all too familiar rush. "Fuck, Hime, cumming...!"

Your pathetic cries for her finally sent her over the edge, throwing her into a similar state. "M-Mhm, perfect, cum with me, princess!" She praised on her last stable breath, all following words dying on her lips in favor of pitiful whimpers that ascended in pitch the deeper she fell into the void.

After you'd both come down, there was nothing to be heard but pants and deep sighs as you tried to catch your breath. Drowsiness almost immediately overtook you both as the adrenaline began to fade away, and you were sure she'd fallen asleep again as you listened to her breathing even out. Suddenly, just as you were about to hang up, Himeno's exhausted voice came through again, sounding choked up in a way that thrilled and devastated you simultaneously.

"Let's stay on, wanna fall asleep with you." She suggested, emotion caught in her throat.

"Sure," you swallowed dryly, still huffing a bit.

"Also," she sighed, rolling over. The creak of box springs came through the phone as a chorus to her getting comfortable enough to drift off. "I was serious about us all comin' to see you when we get home, everyone misses you."

You'd thought she'd been joking earlier. Did your squad really miss you? "Do they really?" You asked with a tired smile, which she could hear without even having to see your face.

"'course, princess." She answered softly, reaching over to plug in her phone so it wouldn't die and leave you lonely in the dead of night. "Denji's just dying to brag to you all about how he killed that devil today. He's real fond of you, ya know?"

"Is he now?" You laughed weakly at the notion, noting all your annimosity towards the boy had seemed to dimminish.

"Yeah," Himeno snickered, throat clearing a bit. "Called you 'sis' today, what a sap!"

"Can't wait," you soften, rolling over as well, fluffing your overused pillow. You meant it this time, genuinely looking forward to seeing your colleagues the next day.

"Hey, I was thinkin'," She suddenly whispered, that frog hopping back into her windpipe. "When we come over and see you...we should tell everyone. About us, I mean. We should make it official."

You felt like your heart would leap plain out of your chest and you instinctively brought your hand up to your ribs just to ensure it hadn't. "Y-You mean...like tell them we're girlfriends? Are we girlfriends?"

"You wanna be?" Her question hung dead in the air for a moment and you hesitated to reply. You knew the answer, she knew the answer, but could you say it out loud? What if it was a trick? What if she just wanted a laugh?

"More than anything," you breathed bravely, holding air in your cheeks, refusing to release it until she responded.

"It's official then." You could hear the grin cracking across her face from her tone fo voice. "I love you."

"I-I love you too, goodnight, Him- baby."

"Goodnight, princess."

[mytheoristavenue]

I decided I'll release the prompts and characters for Kinktober little by little! Firstly, because not every prompt has a character assigned to it yet, and secondly, because I am randomly generating the order of which they go! So the list will go as follows:

1) Phone sex + Mutual masterbation - Himeno (CSM)

2) Sex pollen + Public sex - Kyojuro Rengoku (Demon Slayer)

3) Dycryphilia + Creampie - Sanemi Shinazagawa (Demon Slayer)

4) Snowballing + Hair pulling - Aki Hayakawa (Chainsaw Man)

5) Gunplay + Face fucking - Spike Spiegel (Cowboy Bebop)

6) Prostitution + Full clothed - Spirit Albarn (Soul Eater)

That is all for now! More will be revealed as time passes!

[rekino2114]

Hey, man 👋. Wondering if you still take chainsaw man requests. I'd like a Himeno x Male Reader where one day, after a mission, they keep flirting with each other until the reader actually manages to make Himeno flustered for the first time in their relationship.

Himeno:Hey are you the fire devil? Cause you're hot as hell

Y/n:*chuckle* do you really think cheesy pick up lines will work on me?

Himeno:I mean, we're together, so I think they already worked

Y/n:I didn't fall for you because of those

Himeno:really? Why did you then?

*you cup her cheeks and look at her lovingly*

Y/n:I love you because of your amazing personality and incredible looks. Every day, I feel like the luckiest man ever to be with you. You have no idea how much I love you my beautiful ghost

*you kiss her forehead and she blushes*

Y/n:Wait, you're actually blushing!? I thought you were physically incapable of that, my words must have really gotten to you

Himeno:You have no idea, I love you too, but don't worry, I'm gonna make you blush even more now

*she kisses you and you start to make out passionately*