I CANT I JUST CANT DO THIS

I CANT I JUST CANT DO THIS

I CRIED HAPPY TEARS WITH ALL THOSE KIND WORDS BECAUSE HE REALLY NEEDS THEM AND ALL THE HOT MOMENTS LIKE ITS SO PERFECT AND I AND I

no but really this just made my whole day, a little bit late on his birthday because i didn't saw this sooner (pain), but heyyy just like the ending lines, every day could be his birthday💕

this boy means the world to me, and reading something so warm and meaningful is just too much for my heart, all the emotions that this made me feel were amazing💞 thank you for your lovely writing, it's always so nice to find you in my feed

Birthday Boy - I'll make it like your birthday every day

It's Yuuji's special day, and since he is very special to you, you plan to spoil him a lot today.

Pairing: Yuuji x Reader (female) Genre: fluff, smut Word Count: 1.8k Warnings: 18+, smut, birthday sex, somnophilia, oral, creampie, cumeating, praise. All characters are of age. This story is 18+. Minors don't interact.

It's Yuuji's special day, and since he is very special to you, you plan to spoil him a lot today. You have already prepared a cake and planned a surprise date for your sweetheart. But right now, your pink-haired boyfriend is still sleeping so sweetly, snoring lightly, smiling even in his sleep.

You almost feel sorry about having to wake him, but on the other hand, you are sure that Yuuji will love your way of rousing him. Because it involves you pulling down his red boxer briefs and freeing his gorgeous thick cock, which is already blissfully hard like almost every morning.

You moan when you wrap your lips around the pretty pink tip and suck your birthday boy's cock as sweet as you can, wanting to give him the best start into his special day.

You are sure you are succeeding because the cute horny noises Yuuji makes are very convincing. You bop your warm mouth on his thick length and kiss and lick him, spoiling him with a sweet birthday blowjob until his strong hands tighten in your hair and his hips buck, and he's moaning your name as he spills his hot cum down your throat.

You look up at him from between his toned thighs, caressing his muscles gently, and watch his pretty honey eyes finally open and blink at you, still a bit hazy from sleep and cumming in your mouth.

"Hey, cutie."

"Happy birthday, my love."

At that, Yuuji's smile becomes as bright as the sun. He makes some cute squeaky noise, unable to say anything else, and just grabs you and pulls you into a tight hug.

You snuggle into his arms, hearing his heart beating so fast in his chest because he is excited and happy. It makes you sniffle, overcome by emotion because you love this sweet boy so much. And so you capture his lips with yours and kiss him slow and tenderly, putting all your love into it, hoping he can feel how much he means to you.

You shower him with gentle kisses all over this pretty face, paying extra attention to his scars, telling him in between kisses how beautiful he is and how much you love him. You complete the Yuuji-worship by giving him a big hickey on his neck that makes him laugh and moan a little.

"Just stay here in bed, Yuu. I will make breakfast for you."

Yuuji smiles happily at you and snuggles back under the blanket, looking so cute with his ruffled pink hair and the slight flush on his tan cheeks. You could stay here and look at him for hours and admire how pretty he is, but that has to wait for another day because now this sweet birthday boy needs a birthday breakfast!

You go to the kitchen to prepare a big tray of all of Yuuji's favorite breakfast foods and drinks and then carry it carefully to the bed where Yuuji sits up and blesses you with another one of his big smiles.

"It's so much!! And all my faves! Aww, baby, you spoil me so much!"

"Because you deserve it!"

You join him in bed, and the two of you share the breakfast. The delighted expression on your boyfriend's face makes you feel so warm. It's the best feeling in the world to see Yuuji happy and smiling.

You end up feeding him and stealing more kisses, making him laugh and beam at you because he feels so taken care of.

When it's time to give Yuuji his birthday gifts, he gasps, and it's such a cute sound that the butterflies in your stomach go wild. You watch Yuuji unwrap the gifts excitedly, and he is so sweet, ooohing, and aaahing and blushing even more because he is so excited and so touched by all the love he's receiving from you.

He pulls you into one of his tight hugs before rolling on top of you and burying his face between your breasts, almost crying because he is so grateful for you. It makes you cry because you love seeing him happy like this. You hug him back and kiss the top of his head before resting your chin on his soft pink hair and cuddling him for a while longer.

Yuuji is such a good person, always looking out for others, always offering reassurance and comfort, and blessing the people around him with his sweet smiles and loving words. So it's only fair that he gets showered in love too. There is no other person in this world who would deserve it more in your eyes.

In the afternoon, you have a little surprise for your cute birthday boy and take him on a "walk," which really means that you take him on a birthday date to the movie theater to watch a movie he has been talking about for weeks already.

You smile when you feel his large warm hand tightening around yours when he realizes where you are going. He laughs that loud laugh that always sounds so damn cute, and there's a happy sparkle in his pretty honey eyes before he leans down to kiss you. Before his warm lips close over yours, he whispers:

"You are the best, cutie. Thank you so much for taking me here."

You buy him all the snacks the cinema has to offer, ending up with both of you laughing your asses off because the girl behind the snack stand suggests buying two more tickets because there's no way you will be able to hold all those snacks in your hand or on your lap.

The two of you watch the movie surrounded by all the snacks, and you keep feeding Yuuji popcorn out of your hand, trying to suppress a moan when his soft tongue flicks over your fingers teasingly. But he keeps on doing it and even sucks your finger into his mouth, so you can't hold back long before you attack him with kisses again.

Yuuji cups your cheek and tilts your face up, and your hand plays with his soft pink hair while you kiss him sweetly. You only pull away from his sweet lips to whisper in his ear how happy he makes you, how cute he is, how sexy, and that he is such a good man.

You're laughing afterwards because your little makeout session made you miss most of the movie.

"I guess we have to come back in a few days and watch it again! What do you say, baby? Are you gonna take me on another date?"

"Of course, I will. I'll take you on as many dates as you want, honey."

"Aww, those will be a lot of dates then because I don't ever want you to stop!"

Once you're back home, you surprise Yuuji with your homemade birthday cake. It's pink like his hair, vanilla cake with strawberry frosting and filling. And you spent hours decorating it with little handmade Yuujis and hearts. It might not look professional and pretty like the cakes Yuuji bakes, but you put all your love into it.

You watch your birthday boy nervously, hoping that he'll like your cake decorating attempts. But you don't have to worry. Yuuji's honey eyes glitter with happy tears as he stares open-mouthed at the cake and then turns to you.

"You made that for me? Baby, that had to take hours! It's so cute and perfect!! Thank you so much!"

You smile at him and cup his cheek lovingly.

"You're worth it, Yuuji. You are the best thing that ever happened to me. I wish I could give you the whole world. And it still wouldn't be enough because you are just so..."

You stop for a moment, unable to put into words how much you love this sweet boy in front of you. He's just so perfect to you in every way. You love him so much it hurts. Now tears are welling up in your eyes too, and you have to blink several times before continuing:

"You are so beautiful on the inside and on the outside, and you are always there for everyone else. You really deserve everything, baby. I love you so much, Yuuji."

Now he's really crying, big happy tears that slowly run down his tan cheeks. His eyes look almost golden right now. You gently wipe the tears away with your thumb and get on your tiptoes to kiss the rest of them away.

"Please don't cry, baby."

Yuuji makes a cute choked sound and wraps you tightly into his strong arms, hugging you against his firm chest. You can hear his heart beating rapidly, and his body heat seeps through his hoodie, enveloping you in his warmth and the safety of his strong body.

His sweet voice is a bit muffled when he talks because his lips are nuzzling your hair:

"I'm crying because I'm happy. And I don't need the whole world or anything else. I only need this: You and me together. You make me so happy, sweetheart! Thank you so much. This is the best birthday I have ever had! I love you so much, baby."

He pulls you on his lap as he sits down at the table, and you laugh at his cheeky grin when he opens his mouth and points at it, asking you to feed him. Yuuji is really the cutest birthday boy!

Of course, this cute birthday boy gets anything he wishes for. So you feed him the cake while straddling his lap, and both of you are laughing and giggling the whole time.

And when it gets messy, you end up kissing and licking the strawberry-frosting off each other's lips and faces until you are both breathing heavily and hands start to slip under clothes.

Yuuji moans into your mouth when you feed him some frosting with your tongue and when you feel him growing hard in his pants, you know it's time for another sweet birthday gift.

"Let's take this to the bedroom, so you can get another birthday cake too, my sweet birthday boy."

Yuuji's happy grin and heavy-lidded eyes tell you anything you need to know, and only a moment later, your horny birthday boy sweeps you up into his strong arms and carries you to the bedroom, where he lays you down on the bed and unwraps his favorite gift.

Only a short time later, you find yourself on your back, legs thrown over Yuuji's broad shoulders, body folded in half by your sweet and sexy birthday boy while he fucks you with slow deep thrusts, making sweet love to you in missionary so he can look deeply into your eyes.

You're sharing sweet deep kisses and so many caresses and moaned promises and love confessions. Your fingers tangle in soft pink hair or leave scratches down Yuuji's muscular back, urging him on, praising him the whole time because that's what your cute boy deserves. He makes you so happy every single day.

And so you're telling him how good he fucks you, how sweet he is, how gorgeous, how big and strong, and how crazy he drives you with everything he does because he is such a sweet, sweet guy.

You're stroking his soft pink hair while he rests his forehead against yours and moans against your lips, all needy and cute because he's about to nut so hard. And you wrap your legs tightly around his waist and tell him to cum for you.

"Make your birthday cake a nice cream pie, baby. I know you love that the most. You can eat it afterwards."

You feel him pump your pussy full of his thick milky cum while he moans your name and snaps his hips so sweetly, sending you over the edge too and making him even happier because it's Yuuji's biggest gift to know that he made you feel good.

The two of you spend the rest of Yuuji's birthday in each other's arms. Cuddling and kissing. And when it's time to sleep, you snuggle against Yuuji's sturdy back and wrap your arms tightly around him, making him feel loved and taken care of, warm and safe. You can hear him sigh happily and make cute noises that almost sound like a cat purring. You smile and breathe soft kisses onto his warm skin.

"I love you, my beautiful birthday boy. And I promise I'll make it like your birthday every day."

Thank you so much for reading my first Yuuji birthday fic of the day! I hope you could feel the love I have for him :) Yuuji bae is my favorite character of all time, and I love him so much, so his birthday is definitely a special day to me! Our sweet boy really deserves the world. Btw, I was listening to "Birthday" by Katy Perry while writing this, and I think it's a very fitting song for Yuuji bae :)

I would be very happy about comments and reblogs.

Happy birthday, Yuuji!! 💗🐯

ITS TIME INDEED

it's time

writing skills out of this world, simply amazing

𝗟𝗶𝗾𝘂𝗼𝗿 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗖𝗼𝗺𝗽𝗮𝗻𝘆

Pairing: Kishibe/Female Reader

Summary: Warm, almost timid lighting for the eyes, the lusting smell of smoke for the nose, and lastly, the accessible taste of alcohol for each tongue. An old fashioned bar is where you found yourself, a shabby establishment you would say. You had only hoped that Kishibe hadn't stood you up again like he had done many times in the past, this was important to you. And time was not so limitless for you. To think of the devil means to resurrect them, and Kishibe was there for company, and you think you'll stay for one more drink for the night.

Word Count: 2037 words

Authors Note: Hello again. This is actually a bonus chapter for my Beam/Female Reader oneshot 'Mistress' I posted a while back. But I realized it could sorta stand as its own fic, so i’m posting it. You can read this without reading my Beam fic and not have too many questions. Now please enjoy. Comments and Reblogs are always appreciated.

Chainsaw Man Masterlist

Death was always just the next step in your warped mind. For a long time, mainly throughout your childhood, you daydreamed about your death, and wondered constantly about what happens after the end. The thoughts started after the Gun Devil massacre, after your two siblings and many others died. Before their deaths you never thought about the end of life, or what happened after the flower decayed. All you knew, as an eight year old, that after all those people bled it was hell on earth. And many lost their faith, many children like yourself lost faith, and the future generation was stuck living a life that was lost.

In your teen years, near the end of high school, you came to a solution; to what exactly happened after death. Hell, nothing. Endlessness, nothingness. And that is what you saw as utter peace. Why care about anything if at the end of every story was just nothing. You thought that for a long time, until one day you saw a beam of light in a solemnly dark well, a light that never stopped shining for you. And now that solution has shifted. Death was still empty and meaningless, but that beam was absent at death. You are self aware enough to realize this. That when you died Beam would have it hard, struggle, and you would be alone yet again with regrets you didn’t understand. He was your only regret in life and death.

The building you found yourself currently residing in was zippy. Warm, almost timid lighting for the eyes, the lusting smell of smoke for the nose, and lastly, the accessible taste of alcohol for each tongue. An old fashioned bar is where you find yourself, a shabby establishment you would say. The rustic brick walls looked and felt almost as rough as the stool cushions. You personally wouldn’t have been surprised if they hadn’t been washed; the cushions probably would have been placed there longer than you had been alive. The building smelled as if the building was on fire, if this bar had fire alarms they would go off constantly due to the cloud of smoke surrounding the area. You walked past an assortment of drunk chumps on your journey to the secluded area of the bar top, you didn’t bother to respond or turn a glance to any who spoke to you. All your mind wondered was if he came, and of course how pissed you'd be if he didn’t show up. You stop in your step, halting beside a seated, lone man. “You actually came, eh Kishibe?” You rested your hand inside your trench coat pockets, looking down at the man who hadn't raised a glance at you.

“Don’t you go feeling special. Just a good excuse to go out drinking,” he stated as he downed the last of his liquor, emptying the glass. “Better than drinking out alone,” he uttered, before finally bothering to look at you, the person who invited him here. Kishibe shamelessly eyed you down for a moment; you weren't wearing your devil-hunter attire like he was. You wore a beige cami top, noticelessly strapless despite the trench coat you wore. The brown trench covered your shoulders, and absorbed the smoke in the air. He brought his eyes back to your face, where he found your eyes boring into his eyes, unimpressed, searching for his soul. Kishibe, as insolent as he is, stared back into your void of a gaze and spouted his thoughts. “and you’re not too bad of a sight.” Your eyes narrowed further.

He’s just as you remembered, and you aren’t saying it was a good thing.  “Oh shaddup, would ya. I’m not interested in old men,” you barked, taking a seat beside the rugged man. “Whiskey on the rocks,” you shouted from your spot to the bartender. The man grumbled and nodded before beginning to cook up your drink, alongside your drink he began wordlessly refilling Kishibe’s, making it known that Kishibe is a ‘regular’. To think of the devil means to resurrect them as Kishibe speaks right after your thought. “I heard you signed a new contract,” he said, “with the Curse devil.” You didn’t deny it. “Yea, that I did. ‘Tis no secret.”

Kishibe digs through his large overcoat as he responds lazily. “That breaks the agreement between you and the Mermaid Devil.” If looks could kill, Kishibe would likely have you in a chokehold before that. Feels like he knows too much about your contract with that damn filthy devil. He was the one who recommended you talk up a contract with that devil when you first started out due to the advantage it would give you over your peers. You remember thinking he was going to come with you, but the bastard never showed up. That’s one of the many reasons why you always think he’s gonna stand you up. Despite that occurrence now being a little over eight years ago. “Yea, I already know,” you growled. “But why be faithful to a devil? That devil ain’t my spouse.” The bartender slid you your glass of whiskey, ice giggling inside, and sounded like wind chimes. Kishibe removed a box of unopened cigarettes, and he shrugged. “You’re not the committed type anyway.” You brought the cup of whiskey to your lips and took a sharp sip before responding. “Yea? Well neither are you, Kishibe.”

Smoke encased your front vision. You turn to find Kishibe now smoking a cigarette from a brand you didn’t know, leaning back in his seat. He stared up at the ceiling, the cigarette hanging from his scared mouth. “The Shark fiend,” he muttered in seemingly no direction. “Fiends partnering with devil hunters. What a buncha comedic shit. Funny you got talked into it.” He crudely placed his elbow on the bar top and grabbed his filled cup of rum. “By Makima I bet.” You dodged his statement, avoiding his morbid interest in your partnership with Beam. “Did you read my email fully or not.” You surely weren't here for chatter, you need a favor, it’s important; you took another sharp sip to ease your creeping nerves. He narrowed his eyes at you, removing the cigarette bud from his mouth to take a quick swig. “I wouldn’t be here if I didn’t read it. Wouldn’t you think?” Kishibe drowned his mouth, drinking damn near half of the liquor in his glass. “Haven’t talked in four years and you’re asking for favors. The audacity of devil hunters these days,” he grumbled, whipping his face.

It had indeed been four years since you and Kishibe were acquainted. It wasn’t as if back then you both were hanging out on a daily basis, it was just that Kishibe was the only devil hunter you knew. He had trained you and after you were sent to do your own thing you and Kishibe used to drink together once every few weeks. Not much nowadays. The last few years you’ve isolated yourself, until Makima partnered you with Beam, and a glimmer of light absorbed you from inside out. “I’d become an alcoholic if I hung with you too much. I keep a safe distance.” In response Kishibe dryly chuckled, sarcastically. A silence then absorbed the both of you, the sound of drunk patrons and ice hitting glass striking your ears.

You bring the glass of whiskey, and artlessly place your elbow on the bar top beside Kishibe's crudely placed elbow. How romantic, you sardonically thought. “I haven’t told my partner about my new contract,” you said out of the blue, to slowly build on to your request. Kishibe shrugged. “The fiend, eh? Why would you even bother?” Kishibes cup was empty again, and as he spoke smoke eagerily escaped. You turn to gaze at his face subtly. His side profile was sharp, scraggly facial hair showed and the stitched scar running across his left cheek from his mouth declaring its presence. The man was older than you, but that wasn’t why you respected him. You respected him…because he himself embodied life to you. Life's cruel joke.

“I need a favor. Only one,” you said. Kishibe’s eyes did not shift from anticipation nor surprise. He knew why you were here and was just waiting for you to spit it out. “Hurry up and shoot it.” After a second you state your favor, allowing yourself to be…somewhat vulnerable. Perhaps it's the little liquor in you. “I want Beam to be taken care of after I die. I don’t want him suffering when I’m gone,” you state openly. Kishibe’s silence and lack of response intoxicated you with anticipation. He did not blink, or really move, his eyes were still in thought. Smoke covered the dimmed lighted area where you both found yourselves that dilapidated night.

“…You’ve gotten soft over a fiend,” he surmised. “That’s surprising, especially for you.” Not the response you cared for. Honestly, you wanted a sufficient yes or no. Your eyebrows bunch and you unthinkingly lean closer to the man, now shoulder to shoulder. “Oh shaddup, would ya. Yes or no?” He still didn’t give you the response you wanted and he just began to light up another cigarette, throwing out the former one. “How much longer d’ya got?” He caught on rather quickly to your tale. You were telling him you were going to die just like every other devil hunter he’s ever drank with.

He kept his gaze on the burning cigarette in hand, exhaling smoke. Your silence ran on until hitting a finish line of comfort, where you confirmed his assumption. “…The Curse devil said not long. A month or so.” The ice in your whiskey had melted, decayed, sorta like how your life was dissolving by the day till some unknown fate you had no understanding of. “I see,” Kishibe muttered. He didn’t make eye contact, staring down at his foggy, empty glass that lacked substance. “And your last wish is for me to help this fiend,” he added. He was straight on point to your predicament.

The thought of Beam fluttered your heart, you wondered what he was doing now. Probably sleeping in his room at your apartment. If your bosses knew you left Beam alone in your home you’d surely get in trouble but you trusted Beam, you cared for him. “Beam is all I care for, and my only regret when I die.” Kishibe didn’t not speak, he did not interrupt you. “I want him to experience a wave of life, even without me,” you rambled. Kishibe shrugged. “Don’t go expecting me to die or get fired for a fiend or for you.” Kishibe, at that moment, did not understand your relationship with Beam. He just threw it out the window and placed it as you going officially mad.

However, he accepted your request. He’d at the very least try to help you, but like he said prior, he isn’t going to extremes for ya. At his confirmation, you landed your cheek in the palm of your hand, elbow still on the bar table. The dainted light from above hovered over both your hinged souls that lingered too close. “Sure, bud. Just don’t go telling people this, bastard,” you taunted, dryly. Kishibe didn’t break a sweat, nor show a reaction at the lack of distance between you now or your unwavering gaze on his side-profile. He won’t be swooned by a girl. “I would, if I cared enough to. Your business doesn’t interest me,” he mumbled.

You hadn’t paid attention to what he had said, you only boldly pulled the cigarette hanging from his mouth and took a swing, gaze not moving from his; a string of smoke addictively evading your throat. Kishibe watches unimpressively as you lean back into the rough stools and cover the bar in smoke. “Try not to get addicted,” he joked, eyes boring your appearance. Your eyes bloomed full of a struggling life, it reminds him of an old, calming wave at the beach. There was something he always liked about you, you reminded him of some distant memory he couldn’t restore.

You handed him his cigarette back, not dodging the intense gaze from his slanted eyes, and he proceeded to take a swing of the cigarette also. You watched him sluggishly as he had watched you. “I think I’ll stay for another drink,” you suggest. Kishibe’s dark eyes intensely stayed on yours as he handed you back the cigarette, smoke clouding your face, temporarily blocking your view of the man. His hand faintly touches yours as you take the cigarette from his grasp and repeat the process. “I think I’ll stay for the company,” he said in response. The night was young, and death was forgotten for a moment in time. Tomorrow is when reality will sink in the knives, and the realization that life and death were both equally cruel games will settle itself within.

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GOD DAMN IM SO LATE BUT WOW JUST WOW

chuuu 🎀 (gn reader x chifuyu minors dni)

a/n: tired of the chifuyu being comic relief in the latest chapters i want to take care of him 🥺 completely unedited just many thoughts very horny drabble roun 500 words

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you sat next to him on his bed. "so this is your dick? ...can I touch it?" chifuyu nodded as he gently put his hand over yours and guided them to his length.

"grab it like this... hnn- fuck." you squeezed his length a little too hardunexpectedly and he let out a cry. you tried to apologize but he shushed you. "no that felt... good. not what I was expecting but... here like this. let me show you how to make me feel good." he put his hand over yours as he made you stroke his cock up and down. fucking your hands, he praised you and told you how good you were doing. "ttthere you go... f-fuck... right there..." you absentmindedly stroked his head with your thumb, rubbing the dribble of precum around. his moans turned you on even more.

getting down on your knees, chifuyu stopped you. "w-what are you-" you gave his cock a kiss, fondling his balls and stopping him in his tracks.

licking your lips and tasting his cum on your lips, you drooled over his cock. "i want you." innocent curiosity motivated your actions, taking his cock in your mouth.

"a-ahh...! ffuck, babe..." chifuyu didn't want to make you do anything you didn't want to do... but he had you on his mind for the longest time. "s-seeing your lips around my cock- fuck... i-" left speechless, his mind raced with only thoughts of you. he stroked your head lovingly, trying not to be pushy... but your eyes begged for more.

you slipped your mouth out for a moment to breath a single word, your lips leaving his dick noisily. "harder." his mind darkened after hearing you.

you took him in your mouth, taking a deep breath through your nose. his hands held the back of your head and he pushed you with some force. he held back, afraid to hurt you, but you took his entire length and deepthroated him. you moaned, your wet mouth buzzing with excitement and turned him on even more.

in and out... you started pumping his dick in... and out of your mouth. moving rhythmically, chifuyu took care of you and tucked your hair away from your face. "g-god... you're so fucking good to me." you looked up at him and you caught his eyes gazing lovingly at you. his lust filled eyes said something else.

you pulled away from him, his veins bulging and his dick twitching in your hands. "im gonna cum, fuck..." you continued stroking his length and he came all over your hand. you sucked his tip, sucking his creamy white cum coming out of him. his cum dribbled all over your chin creating an erotic sight on your face.

you opened your mouth and showed him your work.. chifuyu almost came again after seeing your mouth filled with his seed, his cum dripping on your chin. he wished he could fill your other hole with his cum... but that would be for another day. no, for now. he pulled you up in his lap and gave you a kiss on your mouth. "you really wanna kiss me now?" you giggled as chifuyu smirked lazily. he grabbed a towel to wipe your face better.

"you're just so fucking cute when you're covered in my cum, dear."

"can you cum on my face next time?"

"next time? you mean round two?"

what is this. what the fuck is this.