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inkblackorchid · 3 months ago
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me again! 😹 I love the headcanons you wrote ,thank you ! While reading them I imagined something else so I thought to give it a try !
Perhaps, do you think you could write Faithshipping married headcanons? That would be so cool , thank you in advance:)
Also ,I am so excited for more Faithshipping fanfictions. Also ,I love how you're giving Aki more time to shine and get actual development 🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹
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@mathemagician93 Hope you don't mind me combining these since they pertain to similar topics!
Had to think about these for a while so they've unfortunately been sitting in my inbox for a couple of days, haha. But here we go, married faithshipping headcanons!
The proposal is a long time coming (especially to Aki and Yusei's long-suffering friend circle), but both of them don't know how to go about it at first.
I imagine Aki's parents are just traditional enough that they're basically expecting Yusei to propose, while Aki herself really doesn't mind who proposes, but ends up being too chicken to do it herself. (She doesn't think Yusei would reject her, but old fears are a bitch and she knows it would break her heart if he said no for any reason.)
Yusei, meanwhile, definitely has the courage to propose, but doesn't have the foggiest idea how to. What do people do when they propose?? (Jack and Crow are the polar opposite of helpful, btw.) He ends up taking Martha's advice of doing it in a simple, but heartfelt way.
It's not a big thing. It's a date, but not a date that immediately seems special. There's no crowd, only them. The question's quiet and earnest, and the memory of it belongs to them and them alone.
(For a couple of days, the others don't even know the big question came up. Everyone's offended as hell when they find out Aki and Yusei didn't consider it big enough of a deal to make a big announcement out of it. But big doesn't matter to them. What matters is each other.)
I imagine several parties would try to hijack the wedding planning. Among them, Jack, Carly, and Aki's parents. Nobody manages to keep their trap shut and not make unprompted suggestions, at any rate.
Despite the above, the wedding wouldn't be big and fancy, either. Everyone who's important is there, but nobody beyond that. Aki manages to wriggle the occasional input out of Yusei and puts together some kickass (floral, duh) decor.
(They both stress about the wedding. Aki looks more like she stresses, but in truth, Yusei's also worried he's going to make an idiot of himself. Fancy occasions were never his thing. But they manage to put their heads together and make it work, because that's what they're best at.)
Married life ends up not being all that different from the way things were before. I'd imagine they already lived together and tackled day-to-day life together before. Except now both of them are Dr. Fudo.
(Yusei wouldn't have minded taking Aki's name, but Aki's parents fussed and she wasn't too attached to Izayoi, anyway, so she happily takes Fudo.)
They absolutely manage to mix up their name tags for work (if not their lab coats outright) at some point.
Half of the nurses working with Aki know and are convinced she's married to Yusei Fudo (yes, that Yusei Fudo). The other half are dead convinced the others are just pulling their legs and that it's a rumour because it would be cliché anyway, etc. The reason why is that Aki doesn't see the reason to make a big deal out of her marriage (and knows Yusei likes his privacy).
By contrast, the entirety of MIDS knows Yusei's married to Aki Izayoi. Because he brings her up every second conversation—not even to brag (although he sometimes does), but simply because he thinks of her that often. (You cannot convince me Yusei would not be one of the most wife guys to ever wife guy.)
They are popular with literally all their neighbours because they're the most capable couple on the block. Your washing machine is broken? Ask Yusei about it. Your grandma tripped and fell? Better pop over to Aki.
They're good at dividing up the chores and know exactly which chores each the other likes to do less. (Aki's better at doing the laundry and hates cleaning the bathroom, Yusei's better at doing the dishes and hates dusting the furniture.)
Despite Aki's demanding work hours, being a doctor and all, Yusei still always manages to be awake earlier than her. He knows exactly for what time her alarm is set and always makes sure a cup of tea and something small to eat are ready for her by then.
In return, Aki likes to stay on top of making sure that Yusei's got lunch he can take with him to work. (Because she knows his abysmal working habits and the fact that he makes time to actually go for lunch too rarely.)
They coordinate their days off to the best of their ability. What free time they have, they want to be able to spend together.
Yusei may or may not forget his lunch on occasion. Aki, on days where she's not stuck at work herself, may or may not pop into MIDS to bring her husband his lunch. (Yusei's coworkers find it hilarious.)
Hope you like these! And thank you so, so much, glad you enjoy my stories! Aki deserves every little bit of development I can give her. ^^
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thatweirdguyinenglish · 9 months ago
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IM SO NORMAL RIGHT NOW
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alexjcrowley · 9 months ago
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Me, after not sleeping for the entire night with the simi tag keeping me company: the hottest thing a man can be is Finnish
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mrshayakawa · 2 years ago
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aki enjoyers rejoice, he is confirmed to be 6ft tall
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just-somehuman · 2 years ago
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I LOVE HIM SO MUCH 😭❤
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HE'S THE ONLY ONE THAT CARES 😭😭😭
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bewby · 2 years ago
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MY SECRET is that I ruined the end of csm for myself by reading your aki posts and I just stared at the screen w my mouth like 😮 and I keep telling myself it’s fine but NOTHING IS FINE also secret part 2 I WILL marry haechie thank u and good night
I'M SO SORRYYYDHGGGHG I THINK I RUINED IT FOR EVERYONE I REALLY WANTED TO TAG SPOILERS BUT I KEEP FORGETTING ITTTTTTT. anyways since you know what happens what do you think about gun fiend. i know it's like terrible but WHY DID FUJIMOTO MAKE THE DESIGN SO SEXY LIKE. .... H.... actually no comment before i start making race car noises. outside of that ummmm. i fucking love csm SO . SO MUCH DO YOU KNOW HOW MUCHHHHHH I LOVE IT like. especially the whole part with makima and santa claus is so fucking terrible like it actually made me sick to the stomach reading all of it but it's insanely good like INSANELY good i have no words. i miss them. also i believe in you anon.... wishinf you and haechan a lovely marriage
send me a secret on anon pleaseeeeeee ٩(๑❛ᴗ❛๑)۶
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universal-kitty · 2 years ago
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    Merry “Almost Christmas means it wasn’t Christmas” Day! Fun fact, once New Years rolls around, we have approximately 4 more years of Beanie Feenie before he becomes an attorney again. (July, 2027)
    (This post will be reblogged again after New Years.)
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harunayuuka2060 · 7 months ago
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Ruggie: Hm? Where are you going, Leona?
Leona: I'm gonna welcome Akihiko. He said that he was waiting at the gate.
Ruggie: Eh?
Ruggie: Are ya' not gonna tell Yuurin first?
Leona: She's in the middle of class. I'll just lead her brother to her classroom.
Ruggie: Oh, okay.
Ruggie: ...
Ruggie: By the way, what are you going to do with that nerf gun?
Leona: Leal.
Ruggie: Lol. Poor dude.
Vil: What? Leona has a girlfriend?
Epel: Yeah!
Vil: ...
Vil: That's impossible. Do you think someone like "Leona" can woo a woman?
Rook: I see no reason why not, Roi du Poison. If Roi des Lions can charm a man, I don't see why it wouldn't be possible with a woman.
Vil and Epel: ...
Vil: What the hell, Rook. Anyway, Epel, why did you think that Leona has a girlfriend?
Epel: Well, I saw him accompanying this lady and they seem very close.
Vil: ...
Vil: Didn't it come to you that they might just be friends?
Epel: ...
Epel: Right.
Vil: *sigh*
Akihiko: *walking gracefully as Leona and Leal accompany him*
Leona: *noticed the other students staring*
Leona: Why these kids gawking?
Leal: It might be because of Master Akihiko's beauty.
Leona: ...
Leona: How come you didn't dress as a guy?
Akihiko: Finding men's clothes that suited me was challenging.
Leal: ...
Leona: ...
Akihiko: Oh! Is this the class Yuurin is in?
Leona: Yeah. *knocks on the door*
Professor Trein: *opens it* Hm? Kingscholar?
Leona: 'Sup, Trein.
Professor Trein: *looks at Akihiko and Leal*
Professor Trein: Who are these people?
Leona: Ah, this one is Aki- I mean, Akane, Yuurin's older sister.
Leona: And this guy right here is Leal, their servant.
Leal: ...
Professor Trein: Oh. It's nice to meet you. I'm Mozus Trein. A history professor here at Night Raven College.
Akihiko: It's nice to meet you, Professor Trein. I've heard from Yuurin that you are one of his favorite professors.
Professor Trein: *chuckles* You flatter me.
Leona: Is Yuurin in your class?
Professor Trein: Yes. The students are having an exam. But I don't mind if the three of you watch.
Akihiko: *smiles* That would be lovely. Thank you, Professor Trein.
Yuurin: *hasn't noticed Akihiko, Leona, and Leal yet since she's too focused on answering the exam and making sure that every answer is correct*
Professor Trein: Your brother is quite studious.
Akihiko: *nods in agreement*
Ace: *yawns* *then happens to look at the front* Huh?
Ace: *starts tapping on Deuce's shoulder*
Deuce: What?
Ace: *whisper-yelled* A girl!
Deuce: Huh? *then looks at where he's pointing*
Deuce: ...
Akihiko: *wearing an elegant floral, long-sleeve dress with a surplice neckline*
Akihiko: *smiles and waves at them*
Ace and Deuce: *blushes in embarrassment and returns to answering their test papers*
Leona: Tch.
Yuurin: *finished up checking her answers and looked up to ask Professor Trein, then spotted Akihiko*
Yuurin: ...
Akihiko: *mouths* 'Are you done?' *smiles*
Yuurin: *nods* *then looks sternly at Leal*
Leal: *immediately lowers his head*
Leona: Wow. Good luck to you, Leal.
Leal: *mumbles* Master Akihiko, can I just wait for you outside the campus?
Akihiko: ...
Akihiko: Yes, it's fine.
Yuurin: Where is your husband?
Leona: He fled after you glared at him.
Yuurin: ...
Akihiko: *chuckles* That was Leal.
Yuurin: ...
Yuurin: Did you marry him because he was nice?
Akihiko: You could say that.
Leona: Heh.
Ace and Deuce: Yuurin! *is running towards them*
Ace: Is she your older sister?!
Yuurin: ...
Yuurin: Yes.
Akihiko: Pleased to meet you. My name is Akane. Yuurin's older sister.
Ace: Wha~! You're beautiful! No wonder Yuurin's so handsome!
Leona: *glares at Ace*
Ace: ...
Deuce: Nice to meet you, Sis Akane! My name's Deuce Spade! I'm one of Yuurin's closest friends!
Ace: A-And I'm Ace Trappola! Your future brother-in-law!
Leona: Huh?
Ace: Yikes! I'm just joking, senpai!
Idia: Eh? Yuurin's older brother?
Ortho: Hm!
Idia: ...
Idia: Is he together with Yuurin now?
Ortho: It seems they went to Savanaclaw. Why don't we go there to greet him, brother?
Idia: ...
Idia: I'll just send Yuurin a dm.
Ortho: No! You should greet them personally!
Idia: Leona is there! What do you want me to do?!
Akihiko: Yuurin~ Bluebell~?
Yuurin: ...
Yuurin: *sigh* *switches to her feminine voice* What is it, Aki?
Akihiko: *claps happily*
Akihiko: Your feminine voice is adorable, bluebell!
Yuurin: ...
Yuurin: It's not as adorable as your feminine voice.
Akihiko: Don't worry about it. I'm sure it will improve more in the next couple of years.
Leona: Aki's right. Anyway, we should go shopping.
Yuurin: Shopping?
Akihiko: Yes. I want to go shopping with you, bluebell.
Yuurin: ...
Yuurin: Alright. *just wants to spend time with her brother*
Leona: Oh, is Leal going to tag along?
Yuurin: ...
Akihiko: I think it's best if we leave him. *smiles*
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pedge-page · 1 year ago
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#3 of Joel dealing with his Preggo reader : hungry
Warnings: oral m receiving, lactation kink, breast feeding, pregnancy, Joel fluff doing the absolute most for his wifey
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Joel is leaning back in his armchair on this lazy Thursday evening after having worked 12 hours today on a rigorous construction project. He sighs heavily, glaring down at his absolute favorite sight in the world right now: his heavily pregnant wife between his legs leisurely sucking his cock like a popsicle.
With a pillow below your knees, you looked like a dream. Your eyes closed as you gently hum around his mushroomed tip, suckling his precum. There was no rush to your movements, no desperate urge to make him cum: you were simply just enjoying the heavenly weight of your husband's blessed member sliding in and out of your waiting mouth.
He doesn't immediately register when you pull off his cock with a pop.
"I want taiyaki."
Joel shakes himself from his dazed relaxation. "Taco what?"
"My cousin who took me to the international fair 3 years ago? She got that and let me try it and it was really good. I want that." You sit back on your knees, waiting for Joel to get moving. He doesnt. "Right now," you add.
He's learned very quickly that once you have a craving for something, everything else must pause until you get it. Joel begrudgingly tucks his hard and unsatisfied cock back in his sweat pants, grabs his keys and reverses out the driveway, repeating it in his head: tai-yak-i, taiy-aki tayo aki, taco yaki, taco yucky—tacos aren't yucky they're delicious why couldnt she ask foR YUMMY TACOS I COULD HAVE MADE THAT AT HOME.
It takes him an hour of frantic searching of Japanese shops, and finally finding one, having begged the poor lady at the counter to make them—whatever they are, —hot and fresh for his pregnant wife at this late hour despite the shop closing in a few minutes. Luckily she seemed to vaguely understand his garbled mish mosh of the word and went to work.
He tips her generously and is out the door, plastic "have a nice day" bag secured in the passenger seat of the truck as he speeds home.
He triumphantly drops the bag next to your sleeping body on the couch. Your nose wrinkles, eyes shooting open at the sudden new smell. No hello, no thank you, just grubby hands diving in to the bag and opening the styrophome container.
You pause, staring at the contents. "What is this?"
"Its the thing: taco-yauki."
You look at him in incredulously, and he shoots the same look back, mixed with confusion.
"These are fried octopus balls, Joel?"
"Why the fuck would you want that?"
"I didn't! I wanted cream filled waffles! Taiyaki! Not Takoyaki!
"I DONT KNOW JAPANESE, WOMAN."
"STOP YELLING AT ME!"
"I'M NOT YE—" he inhales deeply before exhaling, letting his shoulders sag. "I'm not yelling, baby. I'm sorry. I promise I didn't know."
You shake your head, eyes swelling with tears of hangriness. "Honestly, Joel, if I knew you were going to be this useless when I married you," your voice cracks. You push the now cold balls away and cross your arms, pouting.
Joel covers his eyes with his hands. What a fucking night.
He knows that you dont mean it. That you're tired, crankly, in pain, and hungry. And that your dumbass husband was in such a rush that he didn't take a second to write it down, let alone ask you exactly what he was looking for. He remembered the fish pastry now, something he could have bought at the grocery store 10 minutes down the road. His back hurts, dick hurts, eyes hurt. He doesn't want you to be hurt too.
"Joel," you peep meakly.
"Yes baby?"
"I'm um. I'm sorry for what I said. You're not completely useless." You twist your fingers apologetically, which he finds absolutely adorable. It's impossible to even remember what he was so annoyed by. You clear your throat and speak sweetly: "I don't want taiyaki anymore. Can we have tacos instead?"
He smiles. "White-people tacos or street tacos?"
"The ones you make, please."
Joel's warm hand craddles your cheek softly. "Coming right up, angel." His hand filters down your throat before settling over your chest, fingers ever so gently tracing the lace line of your nightgown, pulling it down slightly to expose more of your supple cleavage. "But first, I get my cream filled pastry."
"Wha—?"
He gets on his knees, yanking your shirt down as your swollen tits—courtesy of your soon-to-be child— bounce out. You hiss at the sensitivity of being so heavy and full of milk.
Joel wastes no time wrapping his lips around your pebbled nipple and sucking gently, the creamy liquid so built up in your system that it just flows naturally into his eager mouth.
"You were hungry too, huh?" You teased.
He hums around your engorged breast, eyes closed in bliss. He softly kneads your unoccupied tit with one hand, the other joining your palm in passionately caressing your large tummy. You both feel your baby kicking happily now that mommy and daddy have made up.
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lemonlover1110 · 2 years ago
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𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐔𝐏𝐒 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐃𝐎𝐖𝐍𝐒 𝐎𝐅 𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐑𝐈𝐀𝐆𝐄
Aki Hayakawa
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Pairing: Aki Hayakawa x f!Reader
Summary: Aki and his wife make up after a minor argument.
Warnings: MDNI, Smut, Nipple Play, Oral Sex (f. Receiving), Vaginal Fingering, Vaginal Sex, Creampie, Overall Fluffy, Smoking
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Aki lights up his cigarette, his elbows resting on the balcony. He takes a long drag of his cigarette before exhaling. He inhales the fresh air outside before bringing the cigarette up to his lips again. He shuts his eyes, his free hand pinching the bridge of his nose. He has to clear his head.
At times like this he wonders why he decided to get married. He used to have a single goal in mind, and getting married would just drift him from his purpose. But he met you, and his plans changed; however, when he got home, you were enraged. You were upset because he wouldn’t pick up his phone. He couldn’t even get a word out.
He doesn’t finish his cigarette before he puts it out on the ashtray. He takes a deep breath, trying to contain his anger. He massages the temple of his head. He doesn’t hear the sliding door open, which startles him when he feels a pair of arms wrap around his waist. You kiss the back of his neck before you press your face on his back. You take in the smell of fresh laundry which doesn’t mix well with the smell of smoke. 
“I’m sorry, I overreacted. I was really worried.” You say. “I should’ve kept my cool. I know you didn’t mean to ignore me.”
When you pull away, he turns around and wraps his arms around you. He kisses the top of your head. He runs his hand up and down your back before he tells you, “You should try to calm down first.”
“I know… But I was just so worried. You weren’t picking up the phone, and you came home later than usual– I have grounds to be upset. You didn’t even acknowledge how late you were.” You begin, and he wants to tell you his side, but he’ll hear you out first. “I was just thinking the worst– Without you, I’m alone. Seeing you so relaxed just upset me.”
“I didn’t realize how late I was– I’m sorry. But you can’t act like that. I was just regretting getting married because of how you were acting.” He confesses, which makes you furrow your brows. Perhaps he should’ve left that last out. “What I’m trying to say, you really upset me. You didn’t even let me explain… You wanted me to say something but you wouldn’t let me get a word in.”
“You’re right, honey. I’m sorry.”
“Plus you wouldn’t be alone– And you’re not going to be alone. I’m not leaving you any time soon. We’re going to grow old together. By the time one of us dies, we’re going to have ten great-grandchildren.” He says, a chuckle leaving his lips right after. He doesn’t believe he’ll live for that long; in fact, he doesn’t believe he’ll be around for too long. He’s not going to tell you that though, he wants you to be forever happy, at least in his eyes. He wants your worries to be just worries, he doesn’t want you to think that there’s a possibility that something bad will actually happen to him.
You smile before bringing your lips up to meet his lips in a short kiss. His hand goes to your cheek, and he caresses it before he kisses you again. He pecks your lips a couple of times before you stop him, putting your hand on his chest. You smile at him, and his eyes wander from your lips to that suggestive look in your eyes. You say, “How about we properly make up? Inside?”
He nods without a second though, and you guide him back inside and to your bedroom. You begin to get undressed and once you’re completely naked, you sit down on the bed, still holding on to his hand. You guide his hand down your body, stopping at your breasts. He squeezes your tit before his thumb and index finger begin to play with your nipple. His lips go down to meet yours, his tongue entering your mouth. His tongue wanders around your mouth before it finds your tongue. He presses his tongue against yours.
When he pulls away, a string of saliva connects your lips. He stares at your face, analyzing each feature that makes him so weak in the knees. You bite down on your lips as his fingers play with your nipple. He speaks, “You have no idea the effect you have on me.”
“Show me the effect I have on you, Aki.” You tell him and he doesn’t need to be told twice. He gets on his knees and spreads your legs apart. His mouth quickly attaches to your clit. His tongue begins to flick your clit, while his long fingers go up to gather the slick between your folds. You’re already so wet for him but–
He doesn’t deem that as good enough, so he brings his hand up to your lips, and presses his ring and middle finger on your bottom lip. You open your mouth and he shoves those fingers in. You roll your tongue around them until he pulls them out.
He enters the two fingers into your hole, his tongue still flicking your clit. Little moans come from him, assuring you that he’s enjoying this. Him eating you out wasn’t for you, it was for him. He loves the taste of you on his tongue, and he loves the little moans that leave your lips as he pleases you.
His fingers move slowly in and out of you, while his tongue moves fast. His fingers curve just right, the pads of his fingers brushing against your sweet spot repeatedly. Your hands move to run through his hair. You undo the hair tie that keeps it together, letting his hair free before your fingers do much. You unintentionally pull on his hair, but the man doesn’t mind. This isn’t the first time you do so.
“Aki-” You moan, and he begins to suck on your clit. His eyes look up to find your head thrown back as you enjoy his mouth and fingers. Your orgasm begins to approach.
His fingers hit your sweet spot, and with the mix of him sucking on your clit, it’s too much for you to handle. You get louder by the second, and the neighbors can surely hear through the thin walls. You shut your eyes as your orgasm approached.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck-” You repeat the same words over and over again as you come. Aki flicks your clit a couple more times, taking his fingers out. When he finally stops, he stands up from the floor and his lips land on yours in a short, but sweet, kiss.
He unbuttons his pants , pulling them down along with his briefs before taking his cock into his hand. He strokes it a couple of times while thinking of which position he wanted to take you. He decides he wants to see your face while you manage to take him. He lightly pushed you onto the bed so youre be laying down, before picking up your legs and placing them over his shoulders.
His tip presses against your clit before he moves his cock through your folds to coat it with your slick. He teases you before slowly entering you. He went slowly, giving you time to adjust. Once he bottoms out, he stands still.
“Please move.” You request, and your wish was his command. It always is. He begins to move slowly, taking in how good you feel wrapped around his cock. Fuck– You always do and he almost hates it because it makes trying to let go of you so much harder.
“Fuck, baby, you feel so good.” He groans. He reaches so deep in the position and it feels so fucking good for you as well. You have to shut your eyes, trying to handle the cock that fills you up so well and manages to hit every right spot.
“S’ fucking good, Aki.” You moan. Your hand travels down to play with your clit while his hips speed up. He stares at your face and examines the expression on your face. He smirks knowing that you’re such a mess for his cock. You always are.
“You like it?” He asks the obvious, and you don’t answer. You can’t answer since your mind is hazy. All you manage to do is moan in response. His eyes wander down to the hand that plays with your clit, and he removes it to replace it with his own. You can’t complain because he does it just right. He knows your body better than anyone, even yourself.
“Aki, it feels so- so great!” You practically yell. He loves the way you moan his name. It fills him up with motivation, and it causes him to fuck you with more vigor.
“Keep saying my name baby, it sounds so fucking hot.” He says and you repeat his name over and over again, no other thought being able to form in your mind but to say his name. Your brain is clouded with sex. 
Your second orgasm begins to build up, and he feels as your walls tighten around him. He goes faster and faster, the sound of skin smacking fills up the room along with your moans and groans.
You see white as you reach your peak, your body spasming. Your juices coat his cock and he looks at it with a proud smirk on his face. “Messy girl.”
“Fuck-” You moan as he continued going faster and faster. You think it’s impossible, but he proves you wrong. He somehow fucks you with more energy with each moan that leaves your lips.
“My messy girl.” He adds. His thrusts soon became sloppy, the way you feel around him becoming too much for him to handle. He groans before he releases his seed into you, and he doesn’t let go until he makes sure every drop is in your cunt.  When he pulls out, he gently puts your legs down before he lays down next to you.
You squirm your way to his side, not leaving any space between you, resting your head on his chest. You listen to his fast heartbeat while he wraps his arms around you. He kisses your forehead, and he thinks about how he was a fool for even having a tiny bit of remorse for getting married. He knows why he got married: He can’t imagine not having you by his side. 
Even if it means that you’ll nearly kill him every day, he absolutely loves you. He’ll endure just about anything to be by your side.
“What do you think about expanding the family soon?” You ask. He gives you a small smile before his eyes go up to the ceiling. He’ll endure just about anything. Even parenthood. He at least wants to make sure to leave you with something before he–
“Yeah.” He answers. He listens to your heavy breathing, and he blurts out, “I love you.”
You’re taken a bit back, considering your husband rarely says I love you first. But you smile before replying, “I love you too, Aki.”
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rekino2114 · 7 months ago
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Can you do getting married with makima?
Getting married to makima
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This was the happiest day of her whole life,no, that was still too little to convey the sheer amount of happiness makima was feeling,any possible past of future reincarnation of the control devil never has or will never feel this amount of joy in their life, she was sure of that.
While walking down the aisle in her beautiful black dress that you picked together,with the bouquet in her hands, she couldn't keep a smile off of her face even if she wanted to, but of course she didn't want to, she wanted you to see just how big and genuine it was, she wanted you to see how happy you made her.
She took a quick glance at the invited, there were a lot of people,that was to be expected of course the head of public safety getting married would attract a lot of attention, especially from her subordinates:denji,aki,power,angel devil himeno,kobeni and all the rest,she expected to see all of them but she was still happy they came,but what really surprised her was that her sisters came too, granted fami probably only came because of the food and yoru was asleep in asa's body but she was still glad to see them.
Then she saw you,beauty at the purest state,that's what she thought of you, of course you were always beautiful to her but seeing you in whatever clothes you chose made her fall in love with you all over again.
As she walked over to you, she thought about the irony of a devil being so close to a priest, but she soon shrugged it off and started to read her vows.
"You made me happy, I know that may not sound like much, but you have no idea how much that means to me,before I met you I could never truly feel emotions, I thought I had to manipulate people to achieve my goal but now I realized I truly just wanted love and you gave it to me and for that I promise I will love and cherish you forever I will always stay by your side and protect you,I will try and make you the happiest person on the planet just like you did to me because I love you"
She had to hold her tears when you read your own vows,just hearing you express your love for her made her so incredibly happy.
"Do you,makima, take y/n l/n as your spouse in sickness and I'm health till death will do you part?"
"I do"
"And do you y/n take makima to be your wife"
"I do"
"You may now kiss the bride"
you kissed makima,her lips felt even more amazing than usual, and you heard her whisper in your ear
"I love you so so much"
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spid3namy · 2 months ago
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YOU'LL JUST H✰VE TO T✰STE ME
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ft. aki hayakawa & denji
cw: 18+, fem!reader, vampire au, kinktober event week one, blood kink, praise kink, dom aki & sub denji, unprotected, pet names, mdni.
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“stop squirming around so much.”
aki’s voice comes out a low hum, his lips pressed up against your neck as denji sits on the other side of you. you could feel just how close they were to you; could practically feel the way they were pressed up against you.
truthfully, you didn’t know how you ended up sandwiched in between the two of them. well, you did but you didn’t. 
you had just been joking with them when you said they were a married couple! it was just a joke! so, why the hell did they have you pressed against their chests? 
your head was practically spinning with the way they didn’t seem to want to move away from you. not that you could really complain; not when aki was pressing kisses onto your skin in ways that made your brain shut off. 
he seemed to know it too. especially with how he stared at you with a knowing look on his face. one that sent shivers up your spine; you hadn’t seen him look at you like that. you had never seen him look at anyone this way. 
it was making your body incredibly hot. like you would pass out. 
“don’t hog” denji’s whiny comes from beside you, a pout on his face as he stares at aki. it was obvious that he didn’t enjoy being ignored. especially not when it came to aki; he loved getting attention from him.
not that he would ever admit that aloud. he had pride! and he refused to allow that pride to be tossed away just to admit that he enjoyed being given attention by aki. 
he knew he would never hear the end of it.
and that was totally something he was not willing to risk. 
“be patient. you’ll get your turn” aki says sharply, barely even looking at denji as he continues his assault on your skin. denji pouts and huffs, allowing his cold hands to move down your waist. 
a shiver rushes up your spine at how cold his hands actually were;  he had always been so cold whenever he touched you. you weren't completely sure if you loved it or hated it. not that it really mattered; you knew he wouldn’t stop touching you even if you did hate it. 
he had never been one to understand what ‘no’ meant. 
and maybe that’s what made him so charming. denji was always so determined whenever it came to things he wanted. whether be something small or something big, he was always so determined to get things he wanted. 
it was cute. not that you would admit it.
the feeling of aki’s sharp teeth sinking into your neck causes a moan to leave your lips, completely caught off guard by the suddenness of it. aki doesn’t seem to really care as he sinks his teeth further into your neck, enjoying the metallic taste that hits his tongue.
the taste almost makes his eyes roll into the back of his head, his hands on your hips in a almost bruising grip. he couldn’t seem to focus on anything other than the taste of your blood; he enjoyed the way your body practically trembled as he drank from your neck. the moans you let out only seemed to cause the euphoric feeling to rush through his body more.
denji stares in awe next to you, watching as aki practically lost control over himself all because of the taste of your blood. it made him even more impatient to get a taste but he holds himself back; aki told him to listen and he would!
he was good! he always listened to all the commands aki gave him! that’s how good he was!
“aki.. hurry up. i want a taste too” denji whines, his eyes pleading as he watched as aki practically drained you with how much blood he was drinking. aki rolls his eyes and soon lifts his head up, licking his lips and looking over at denji from his side of you.
“come.” 
the simple command has denji on his feet, moving towards the side of the bed that aki was sitting on. you stare at the two with a somewhat dazed expression; eyes half-lidded. aki grabs denji’s face, pushing it towards the spot in your neck he had just sunk his teeth into.
“drink.”
denji grins and allows his teeth to sink into your neck, hungrily drinking the blood that was coming from you. an almost pathetic moan comes from denji when he tastes the metallic taste of your blood; he could certainly get used to this.
instinctively, your hands reach up and grab at his hair, a low whine comes from him as he sucks your blood. it was making your head spin; you swore you could see stars around your vision as denji sucked your blood. 
aki hums lowly and allows his fingers to lightly scrap at denji’s head, enjoying the way he practically trembles under his touch. it seemed like the both of you were a complete wreck. it was quite cute.
it doesn’t take long until you are sandwiched between the two of them once again, both men practically trying to squish you with how close they were to each other. your eyes stare up at them as the two vampires make out above you; they didn’t even seem to notice you were there.
not that you minded much; you enjoyed watching them kiss. 
it was almost ironic how they acted like they hated each other yet they were so passionate towards each other whenever they were alone with you like this. it was like some weird type of enemies to lovers story. except you weren’t really sure if they were really enemies to begin with.
aki is the first to pull away from the kiss before he looks towards you, pulling you into a kiss. you let out a whine and immediately kiss him back, your hands gripping at his shirt as you desperately try to taste more of him. you were being greedy and you knew it but it seemed that he didn’t seem to mind it. 
you could feel denji shifting from beside you, watching as the two of you made out. he looked so fascinated as he watched you and aki swap spit with one another. the kiss was messy; one that was full of teeth and tongue more than anything else.
and maybe that’s what aroused him the most. or maybe it was just the both of you together. he wasn’t completely sure. 
aki soon pulls away from the kiss, gently pushing you down onto the bed before he looks over towards denji. the two share a look; one you weren’t exactly sure meant but it didn’t seem to matter since they seemed to understand. the had some sort of telepathy going on apparently.
denji shifts from his spot next to you, moving to get in between your legs. you swallow lightly and stare down at him, watching his every move. or you would’ve if aki had tilted your head towards him.
“keep your eyes on me, sweetheart.” his voice is low and so oddly sweet. it made your heart melt ever so slightly at the way he speaks to you so sweetly; like you were the only person in the world to him. 
and as sweet as it was, you knew it wasn’t true. denji existed! and you knew you had to share aki with denji.
not that it was that much of an issue for you.
denji was more like a dog for aki. one that was so obedient and never seemed to really question the commands aki gave him. maybe he just really loved the praise he would get. maybe it was something else. you had no clue but you did think it was cute how good of a listener that denji was.
denji lets out a few breaths of air, the warmth hitting the slick part of your panties. you hadn’t even realized that he had taken your shorts off. maybe you really should stop spacing out so much.
but truthfully, you couldn’t help it!
it was just natural for you to get lost in your head so easily! you had been so used to getting in your head so much. granted, it was a little bit of a problem since you could potentially not be able to focus on the things around you.
just like now.
a gasp of surprise leaves your lips at the way denji licks at your clit; the action tentatively as though he was afraid of the reaction he would get from you. and maybe he was. he wasn’t completely sure.
aki sits next to you, his hands gently moving up and down your sides as he watches denji. he doesn’t say anything, just stares as denji licks at your cunt. it was almost amusing how shy he seemed when it came to being with you. a complete contrast to how he usually would act.
he was always so brash and never seemed to listen. yet, he fell apart when it came to you and aki; it brought aki a sense of pride to know that he had that control over the blonde. not that he ever really doubted it. aki had control over a lot of people; you included.
and he liked that. 
not that he really said it out loud; it was something only he needed to know. not that it mattered much in the first place.
“c’mon, den’.. you can do better than that, right?” aki comments from beside you, his gaze not once looking over at you as he speaks. denji allows his eyes to flicker up to aki before he gently nods his head.
you gasp at the way denji greedily grabs at your thighs, pressing his face deeper into your cunt. his eyes gently close as he practically swallows you whole; the taste of you hitting his tongue and forcing a moan to come out from the both of you.
your thighs instinctively close around the blonde’s head, moans pouring from your mouth at the way he eats you like you were his last meal. not that you ever could be his last meal; vampires can’t really die (except for those well known exceptions but that didn’t matter right now). the point was that if he were to die right now, he would happy as long as it meant being able to taste you before his death.
and denji was not ashamed of that fact.
“there you go. good boy” aki’s words rang deep in denji’s ears, heart practically slamming against his rip cage as he continues his assault on your poor pussy. his licks were relentless; each with a passion that only you and aki seemed to pull from him.
you grip at denji’s blonde strands, his name falling from your lips like some sort of prayer. he seemed to be the only thing you could think about right now. not that you really could think about anything else. not when his tongue was giving you such euphoria that everything around you seemed to disappear. 
you were completely sopping wet. it was almost too perfect; almost like a dream but he knew you – this – were real.  and it almost made him dizzy. the way you moaned his name, the way you were practically suffocating him, the way you tasted; everything was just too much for him to handle. aki’s praise wasn’t helping him either. 
it only seemed to make his body hotter with each passing moment; he felt like he would explode. 
denji continues to lick and suck at your cunt, enjoying the moans and whines that were coming from you. the way you gripped his hair caused pathetic whimpers and moans to escape his mouth; something he would be embarrassed about if he didn’t love this so much.
your moans soon get higher in pitch, your back arching upwards as you grip at his hair more; his name falling from your lips in an unspoken prayer. had he always been so good at this? you didn’t know nor did you really care.
all you knew was that he was fucking amazing right now.
“denji.. g-gonna–”
you can barely get the words out before your orgasm washes over you; hitting you like a train. your grip on his hair tightens as you whine out. denji doesn’t seem to want to stop, only continuing to lick at your cunt as you try to catch your breath. 
aki hums and taps the other man on the head, signaling him to let go of you so you could catch your breath. denji whines but otherwise backs up, licking at his lips and staring at aki with a grin on his face.
“c’mere.”
denji quickly shifts over to aki, nearly tripping on the bed sheets as he does. aki reaches up and grabs denji by his shirt, pulling him down and pulling him into a kiss; he could taste you in denji’s mouth.
it tasted sweet. 
you were barely really focused as the two switched spots; aki taking denji’s place in between your legs as denji sat beside you. the rest seemed like a blur to you. maybe it was the post clarity you were still experiencing. 
aki doesn’t seem to care much though. not with the way he was so greedily pressing the tip of his dick inside you. he’s gentle though, going slow so as to not hurt you. though, it made you whine with how slow he was being. 
you weren’t fragile! yet, he was treating you like you were. 
you don’t get the chance to complain when he’s suddenly pressing the rest of his length into you. you cry out, hands gripping at the bedsheets from the way he practically splits you in half.
it was almost too much for him; it made your head oh so dizzy. and yet you seemed to love it. denji allows his hands to run through your hair, almost as though he was trying to comfort you in a way. you weren’t sure; you were too fucked out to really think straight. and aki had barely done anything!
any other situation, you would’ve been embarrassed but right now you couldn’t.
aki seemed to take your expression as a sign to actually do something; you hadn’t even said anything and he felt like you were super bossy. not that he would tell you that.
his calloused hands grab at your waist, his movements slow before the control in him breaks; his hips moving at such a harsh pace. the way he fucks into you was nasty. his hands grip your hips in such a bruising way; a way that would no doubt leave marks on you for days to come.
he doesn’t seem to care though, not when you were practically crying on his dick. his thrusts don’t seem to slow down though; only seemingly to speed up at the mere thought of actually having you cry all over his dick.
it brought this feeling of pride in his body to know he could wreck you like this.
“you’re doin’ so good, sweetheart.. takin’ me so fucking well.” aki leans forward and buries his face into your neck, the scent of your blood filling up his senses. he swore he was going to explode with each whiff of blood he got. 
you can’t seem to respond to him, only noises coming from your mouth are incoherent garbage that didn’t really mean anything. aki doesn’t seem to care much though; he enjoyed having you fucked dumb all over his dick. 
the way you are clenching around him so greedily makes his head spin and he swore he would faint. it was almost pathetic how easy it was for you to control him like this; to make him so dizzy without even having to try. 
a fact he would never admit to you. not for as long as he lived.
you cry out when he hits that bundle of nerves deep within you; the pleasure almost being too much for you to handle. aki pants lowly in the crook of your neck, pistoning deep in that spot he knew was driving you mad. 
his name falls from your lips as you clench around him; your second orgasm of the night hits you unexpectedly as you moan the dark haired male’s name out. 
aki groans and keeps his pace, feeling the way his abs clench slightly; he wasn’t going to last long with the way you were gripping him so greedily. his thrusts become sloppy as he sinks his teeth into your neck once again, tasting your blood and practically whining as he cums. the thick velvety white ropes coat your insides; the warmth of it causing a whimper to escape past your lips.
denji stares in awe beside you, watching as aki practically looses control as he sucks your blood for the second time of the night. aki was a greedy man and he knew it; something he wasn’t ashamed of. especially not when it comes to you.
lifting his head up, aki licks at his lips and lets out a shaky sigh; he reluctantly pulls out of you. a whine coming from you as his cum practically drips out from your cunt. you automatically miss him being inside of you but don’t comment on it.
your brain was way too foggy to really focus on anything.
“‘s my turn?” denji asks from beside you, looking up at aki with almost pleading eyes. aki rolls his eyes playfully before he lets out a huff of air, moving to sit on the side of you. 
“c’mere” aki murmurs, running a hand through his sweaty black hair. denji grins and moves over towards aki, his eyes practically sparkling as he stares at the other male. aki rolls his eyes playfully and shifts slightly closer to denji.
you can’t do anything besides watch as aki reaches into denji’s pants; your eyes filled with pure interest. if you weren’t so lost in your own pleasure, you would’ve felt bad for denji. he really got the short end of the stick; only being rewarded with a handjob.
but it seemed like he didn’t care. especially with how fast denji came. you weren’t sure if it was because aki was that good or if denji was just really pent up. but either way, it didn’t really matter much especially with how happy denji seemed.
“you did good, denji.” aki tells him, voice low and rough. denji’s eyes light up at the praise; it was obvious that he enjoyed being praised. even if it was from aki. the two had a complicated relationship but you never really cared to ask.
“c’mon, we gotta clean up.”
denji pouts but otherwise helps aki get a bath ready for the three of you. well.. mostly for you. the small bath aki owned was certainly not enough to hold the three of you; not that any of you complained. a bath was a bath! 
the size didn’t matter all too much. 
“next time you should let me fuck you.”
aki shoots denji a look, clearly not at all enjoying the idea of ever being fucked by denji. you thought it was almost cute how fast he was to shoot the idea down.
“i would rather die.”
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lovemeafterhrs · 10 months ago
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warnings: self indulgent, hinted csm spoilers. nsfw under the cut
aki hayakawa, who’s done devil hunting the moment he finds out that you’re pregnant. that baby would end up saving your lives in more ways than either of you could understand.
aki hayakawa, who steps up as a father even though you two had never been anything more than a one-night stand. he makes up his mind the day he finds out, and never looks back once. 
aki hayakawa, who has nothing to live for before he hears the words “i’m pregnant.” he finds a new purpose in becoming a father, and would do anything to protect his chance at giving up devil hunting for good. 
aki hayakawa, who gives up his revenge so he can live long enough to see his child grow up. he doesn’t care if makima skins him alive for it, he’ll do anything he can just to see a fraction of his little girl’s life. 
aki hayakawa, who knows he’s running on limited time. there’s no place he’d rather spend his last two years besides being with you. he’ll take advantage of every moment he has left. 
aki hayakawa, who’s main goal in life is to be happy for the rest of his time. the gun devil is far out of his sights, even though he’d do anything to avenge his family before. it doesn’t matter, he assures you. my parents would want me to raise my daughter, not die at the hands of the same devil they did. 
aki hayakawa, who thanks a god that he doesn’t believe in late at night, after your eyes fall shut. the future devil had told him of a horrific end, and now he’s determined to change his fate while he still can.
aki hayakawa, who just wants to have a family to come home to. he doesn’t want to lose anyone close to him ever again. 
the same aki hayakawa that has a diamond ring sitting in his pocket the day he puts in his resignation. he’s nervous to give it to you, too. his eyes shine with the same determination you used to see on the battlefield when he gets down on one knee. 
aki hayakawa, who loves how you look carrying his child. it drives him crazy, actually. he can’t go ten minutes without rubbing his hands over your baby bump. you’ve got his dick hard in his pants from existing alone, and he makes sure that you know just how beautiful you are as he thrusts into you gently. 
aki hayakawa, who has become entranced with the idea of stuffing his beautiful, pregnant wife with his cum. something stirs deep inside of him every time he watches you wobble to the kitchen, and in a moment he’s behind you running kisses up and down your neck as you chop up veggies for dinner. 
aki hayakawa, who loves the idea of a child running around who looks just like him. when your child is born, you can see the glimmer of hope shining in his dark blue eyes. the same stormy shade of midnight sparkles in your daughter’s irises, too. 
aki hayakawa, who ropes your old coworkers into babysitting, knowing your little girl will be safe in the hands of a fellow devil hunter. all so he can have a moment alone with you, of course. 
aki hayakawa, who adores the way that “my wife” rolls off his tongue. he’ll bring you up at any opportunity just to say it, even though he doesn’t talk very much to begin with. 
aki hayakawa, who loves your daughter more than anything in this entire world, except maybe you. 
baby-daddy aki lives rent free in my noggin
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notiddygothgf · 2 months ago
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10. Early Breakfast
★ pairings: aki hayakawa x fem reader
★ ❝ I didn't know Hayakawa Captain had a girlfriend. ❞
★ c.w.: smut. more (poorly timed) confessions. denji is his own warning. (more content warnings and tags)
★ a/n: Hi again pookie dooks ;)). Okay so. I have been waiting SO LONG to post this chapter. We're nearing the end of the ones I had pre-written, and as a result updates may come a little slower, but I'll try to keep up! (Just be patient w me, ur girl is #struggling rn w uni). You're gonna love this chapter (until you dont). not saying nothing though. ENJOY LOVELIES! muah! please leave many many comments (spam me idgaf) i need smth to look forward to reading and i ALWAYS go thru yall's comments w the dorkiest smile. ily. (no beta, we die like... yeah.)
★ w.c: .7.5k
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AKI'S BED WAS WARM. Warm enough that you seemed to be able to forget where you were — or, rather, where you should have been. You had entire hotel suite waiting for you, yet it seemed as if you had wasted the first five days of your stay in Tokyo entangled with him. Two days had passed between your bathroom debacle and now, and you were back again right where it all had started.
You weren't entirely sure you minded it.
Aki wrapped his long, calloused fingers around your wrist, holding your bloody finger away from his face. You had cut your thumb open on the page of a magazine while the two of you were relaxing on his mattress — distantly, a song from a band you didn't know played on his CD player (The tonedeafs, or something like that).
"I want you to," You laughed, reaching your hand towards his face again. "I dared you to. I'm not a germaphobe, I don't care."
Aki furrowed his brows, holding your wrist away from his face once more, "You should care. It could get infected, or worse."
Always so serious.
You pouted, "Says who?"
"Me, everyone," Aki trailed off — playfully, of course, like he was lost in thought, "Any medical professional."
You laughed, flopping back onto the bed where you had been moments earlier before this had started, laying perpendicular to him with your back strewn over his stomach. Makima had given him the day off and you, not knowing what else could have been a better way to help him learn how to relax a little, decided to call out of work as well. 
"Pussy," You teased him, "What kind of Devil Hunter gets squeamish around blood?"
"I'm not squeamish, I'm just taking your health into consideration," He remarked (again, with a playful lilt to his words, despite his serious tone). "And, besides — what if someone overheard this? You calling your superior a pussy, hm? Then what?"
You replied with a witty retort of your own, "And what if they knew their Captain was fucking his subordinates?"
"I think I could get away with one," He teased back. "Not subordinates, plural. Just a subordinate. A married one, at that."
"So there are other subordinates?" You asked him — it was meant to be teasing, but you would be lying if a depraved part of you didn't wonder if you were the only one he was seeing. You wouldn't have a right to be upset if you weren't, granted that you were still very much married to another man.
"No. But that doesn't make you any less of a cougar," He hummed. "Devil Hunters do worse shit than sleeping with their coworkers, I hate to tell you."
"I'm only five years older than you," You huffed. Rolling over to look at him, you added, "We're damned anyway, then. That's what you're saying?"
"Not damned," He replied. Finally setting the book he'd been reading down on the bed beside him, he said, "Blessed. At least, I am."
"You're blessed?" You asked. "I'm a trainwreck, Aki."
"You're my trainwreck, though, aren't you?" He reached down, ruffling your hair with his hand. "I'm blessed because you're the first person to come into my life and give me a reason to keep myself alive."
"I thought you said you wanted to kill the Gun Devil?" You teased.
"I do," He said. "I didn't care if I lived or died before. Now that I have you waiting around for me to come back, I wanna keep coming home."
The slightest frown tugged at the corners of your lips, "That's so sad. You don't have any family?"
"No," He caressed your cheek with the back of his thumb, "The Gun Devil killed them. That's why I said I didn't care if I lived or died. As long as I did it for them, I thought I'd be able to die happy."
"You still feel that way?" You asked.
"Not really. I think I'm starting to have a change of heart," He sighed — chest rising and falling as he did so, "I'm growing fond of my roommates. Between those two shitheads and you, I dunno," A pause, and then he continued, "I'm not so sure I'd be able to die happy knowing I left all of that behind."
It was a touching sentiment. You probably should have left it at that, but a part of you couldn't help but dwell on it. You were — at least a part of — his reason to live. You were what kept him alive, what kept him motivated.
That didn't sound like he "might have feelings" for you.
It sounded like he loved you.
And, to make matters worse, you were beginning to realize that you returned his affections. The craving him, the missing him — the worrying about his wellbeing, the need to constantly be around him... All signs pointed towards one direction:
You loved him, too.
And, before you could stop yourself, before you could tell yourself it was too soon, you found yourself uttering the phrase, "Do you love me, Aki?"
He paused. A moment passed, and he took a deep breath. Then, he peered down at you, "Yeah. I do. I think I'm starting to love those two Devils, too — or at least care for them, but..." He licked his lips. "Not in the way that I love you."
Your heart nearly stopped beating entirely — skipping a beat, and then another while a horde of angry butterflies filled your chest.
Not in the way that I love you.
The way that I love you.
I love you.
He loves me. You couldn't remember the last time you heard those words.
You hadn't taken notice of the silence — or how long it was, for that matter — until Aki spoke again, the depth of his voice vibrating beneath your body, setting your nerves alight.
"You don't... have to say it back," He added, a little more sheepishly. He was so patient with you, so forgiving — it was all so much more than you deserved. "But, yeah, I love you."
You finally spoke up — voice a little weaker than you had intended it to sound. "I.. love you, too. I know I do."
It felt right to confess. You couldn't keep lying to him — to him or yourself.
"Do you want to stop seeing me?" He asked. He sounded like he did not want you to say yes (or maybe you were projecting). "I know it's too soon. I don't want to ruin your life."
You scoffed, "Ruin my life? I'm like a starving beggar who's been given food. You're the best thing that's happened to my life in god-knows-how-long."
He blinked at you. "I don't..."
"It makes no difference," You added on, "I love you and you love me. So, what? Are we supposed to break each other's hearts? Over a man I haven't loved in years? A man with whom I've only stayed for the sake of convenience?"
Aki sighed quietly, calling your name, but you didn't listen.
"I'm tired of running away from the truth, Aki. You were the one who showed me that," You continued. "I love you, and I think I'd be completely miserable if I lived without you."
"But you'd be at peace. You'd have a house and a life in Kyoto, still," He remarked. 
"You've consumed every inch of my peace. How can I give you your peace?" You quoted him. "Is that not what you told me? You don't want to stop seeing me, do you?"
"No, I don't," He said. "I'd be depressed beyond reprieve, but I'd do it if it meant you could be happy."
Finally, you rolled over, folding your arms over his chest, laying your head down over his heart — peering up at him through a fond gaze, "I'm happy with you, Aki. I don't want anything else."
There was an issue — of course. The issue being the dissolution of your marriage with your husband. But, still, the two of you danced around the truth.
"You shouldn't say things like that to me," He added quietly, "I'll hide you away in here forever."
You laughed softly, quietly, like you couldn't help but yearn for exactly that. "And, what? I should leave everything behind to stay here with you?"
To your surprise, however, he did not seem to be joking – not in the least. "Yeah," He deadpanned, "Would that be so bad?"
You sighed deeply, your fingers absently toying with the soft, rumpled covers of Aki's bed. The room had been bathed in a warm, golden light from the bedside lamp. The weight of contemplating a divorce hung heavily on you—images of an uncertain future and financial instability looming large in your mind.
"I'd have nothing if we divorced. I think that's the main reason I haven't done it by now. We never signed a prenup, so..." Your voice trailed off, the enormity of it all pressing down on you. "I'd be in shambles."
Aki shifted next to you, his gaze softening as he absorbed your words. He reached out, his fingers lightly brushing against your arm in a gesture meant to soothe. "But you could start over. We could start over. You're miserable with him. You know that, right?"
"You're too young to understand," You sighed.
"All that for a five year age gap is kind of crazy," He retorted. "Help me understand, then – why won't you put yourself first, for once?"
You looked away, your eyes reflecting the anxiety you felt. "I would lose the house, Aki... and everything I've worked for... it's not just about me."
"The apartment down the hall is up for lease, I've heard. It's not exactly the same as your house, but it could be a start," Aki tilted his head slightly, trying to offer a comforting smile. "We could make it work."
You considered his words – the idea of a new beginning didn't sound all too bad. Slowly, a tentative smile started to spread across your face. You met Aki's gaze, and he returned your smile with one that was gentle and understanding – like he always was. 
Finally, you shifted your position, rolling over to straddle Aki's waist, sitting in his lap. You reached down, gently plucking the magazine from his hands, and intertwined your fingers with his. 
"You love me," You said giddily, grinning ear to ear like a lovestruck fool.
God, now that you heard him say it, you wanted to hear it again.
Just to make sure that it was real.
And he looked up at you through tired, pretty blue eyes, like you had hung the stars in the sky yourself. Like you were everything to him. "Yes."
"Only me," You continued.
To which he answered breathlessly, "Yes."
"And you're happy with me?" You went on, "You're not just saying that to get my hopes up?"
"Yes," He answered. "Happier than I've ever been."
You knew it was dangerous to indulge yourself so shamelessly in his affections. He loved you and you loved him – there was only one thing holding you back from being his and his entirely...Your marriage of convenience.
"And you," He asked. "Do you love me? Only me?" 
"Of course," You answered. It should have been more difficult of an admission than it was. In reality, you hadn't loved anyone in years. "I haven't been able to fuck anyone else since you came around. That's how much I love you."
"You're not special," He tutted. "I can't even get off unless I'm thinking about you and that pretty face of yours. You know that?"
"I get that. I know you love me," You smiled. "But how much?"
Aki's hands slid up your legs, gripping your thighs. Slowly, he aided you in rocking back, then forth – until you took notice of the sudden hardness pressing into your core from below. He quirked a brow, "This much."
You widened your eyes, dragging your tongue over the front of your teeth. If that's the case, then that's a lot. You played into it, of course. You pulled the hem of his oversized sweater up and over your hips so that you could rut against him. The lace of your panties created a friction so delicious that your next words came out as a shudder, "This much?"
His lashes fluttered, pretty eyes threatening to shut – but he kept them open, like he wanted to commit every second of this moment to memory. "Yes."
You rubbed yourself along the length of the bulge in his sweatpants slowly, tantalizingly – "This much?"
He released the prettiest little trembling sigh, "Yes..."
"This much?" You leaned down a little further. Your hands braced themselves on his chest, sliding down to his abs, then back up again – all while you lowered yourself a little closer to his face, rutted against him a little harder, just the way he liked it. 
"Yes," He whimpered faintly, weakly. When you brought your face a little lower, a little closer to his, you could see the faint hue of pink that painted his cheeks.
Unable to wait a moment longer, you touched your noses together, lips only inches apart.
"This much?" You breathed. Going a little faster now – all but riding the tent in his sweats – you felt your legs begin to tremble. "And this much? And this much?"
"Ah..." He panted, "Yes, yes, yes."
His eyes struggled to meet yours – you liked the sense of control it gave you. It made your mind run wild with desire, knowing he trusted you enough to let you have him like this. To let you take the reins. Just before your lips touched, you brought your bloody thumb up to his mouth. 
Then, carefully, you painted the faintest trace of red on his lower lip. He froze – holding his breath, anticipating your next move.
You traced your tongue carefully over his lower lip, kissing his lips clean – licking up what was left. It was depraved and dirty and downright distasteful... but, fuck...
It was so hot.
Clearly, Aki shared your sentiment, because before you could pull away he was gripping the back of your neck and bringing you closer to him, slipping his tongue into your mouth while it was still open – stealing a dirty kiss from you. His lips were insistent against yours, desperate, even – tasting like mint with the faintest hint of blood.
With a blissful groan, he departed from your lips, kissing his way down your neck while he rocked your hips back and forth. The friction was just enough to have you moaning in tandem, falling into him.
His tongue was hot against your skin, pulling it into his mouth to suck gently on it – gentle enough that he wouldn't leave marks, hard enough that you were gripping his biceps for support. 
You craned your head up toward the ceiling to give him more room to continue his onslaught down the valley of your neck, down your clavicle. 
You brought your hands down to the waistband of Aki's sweatpants, where he was practically straining against the fabric. "Need you, Aki, please."
He let you wrangle his pants down just far enough to free him (no, he hadn't bothered to put on a pair of boxers after his shower) – just far enough to let his aching erection spring out. His fingers looped beneath the fabric of your panties with practiced ease, and he pushed them to the side.
"Right now?" He asked. "Like this?"
"Yeah."
"Fuck. Need you, too, baby."
You wasted absolutely no time in lining his tip up with your entrance and sinking down on him. With little to no prep involved prior, it was a bit of a stretch – you could feel his length splitting you open, but, shit...
It felt so fucking good to have him inside of you. You fell forward onto him, letting him set the pace.
He let out the sexiest little gasp, squeezing his eyes shut. 
"You won't get tired of me?" You asked, rising up and then sinking back down after a moment of adjustment. Up once more, then down once more, and you could feel the pain subsiding. "Of... of this?"
"Never," He gritted out, gripping your hips a little harder. He bounced you up and down a little faster, a little harder – and that little change in speed was all it took to have the both of you gasping. He moaned, "So perfect. Fuckin' love it."
You giggled, "So this is love?" 
Trailing off, you gasped, a smile forming on your tender lips. It wasn't the years you had spent with your husband, arguing over money and food and everything else. It wasn't distasteful comments about your body, or a harsh sting on your cheek followed by a half-assed apology. It wasn't a broken promise of "I do," or a life in Kyoto. It was this.
Aki's response came in the form of a muffled whine of, "Yes," against your sensitive neck.
"This..." You grinned. 
This was love. 
You could get used to it.
You rustled from your sleep late in the evening. Nose twitching, you nuzzled your face into the warm surface your head was laid upon – warm, bare skin beneath you. Aki's chest was a milky white valley – between the pectorals of which you pressed a lazy kiss. He stirred, only slightly, and didn't wake.
A grumble of your stomach prompted you to sigh before slipping out of his grasp, out of the fortress his strong arms made around your head. His biceps were so plump that you almost wished you could sink your teeth into them, mark him as yours.
But, alas, duty calls. 
You slid out of the bed slowly, being careful not to wake your lover in the process. His sweater slipped down your waist, pooled around your thighs, and your bare feet touched the floor of his bedroom as you padded towards the door. 
You cast one last glance to the bed before you left. Aki was sound asleep, face turned to the side, inky black hair tousled and spread over the pillow. His pink lips were open just enough for quiet snores to escape. As if he sensed your absence, he grumbled something incoherent in his sleep, and rolled over onto his side. He wrapped an arm around the pillow – where you had been lying only a moment earlier – and snuggled into it. 
God, he was so fucking cute – he was going to be the death of you.
A smile teased the corners of your lips. With no great deal of satisfaction, you cracked the door open – checking your surroundings before slipping into the living room. You tip-toed over the wooden floorboards (as if that would make a difference) and into the kitchen, pawing at the fridge until it opened.
You squinted into the refrigerator light, trying to scan its contents for a good snack. Let's see... Lettuce, Leftovers, Vegetables...
Berries! You grinned, reaching for the little package of strawberries. It looked like it was pretty new – surely he wouldn't notice a few missing... right? 
If he did, he certainly didn't seem like he would care.
So you shut the fridge just as quietly as you had opened it. You nearly lept right out of your skin when you noticed something standing behind the door – someone.
It was the ginger boy from the party – Denji – and he was looking at you like he was just as confused as you were, standing only a little taller than you in Cookie Monster pajama pants and an old-looking undershirt.
What time is it? His roommates were supposed to be at training today!
He raked his eyes over your appearance, following the path of your bare legs up to your sweater, then up to your face again. Finally, he commented, "I didn't know Hayakawa Captain had a girlfriend."
You were fucking mortified. So much for being on the down low, right? 
Swallowing, you replied, "I'm not–"
"Wait a sec, aren't you that girl from the party?" He squinted at you. 
Shit. Shit. Double Shit.
"Uh..." You laughed awkwardly, toying with the hem of Aki's sweater. You knew you probably made for a remarkable sight – messy hair, bare feet, wearing nothing but his Captain (and roommate's) sweater. "What party?"
Public Safety loved to party. He wouldn't remember you from one night alone, would he?
"The one where Himeno got shitfaced? Wait, I don't think that narrows it down by much..." He pursed his lips, tapping his chin in thought while he scrutinized you, "It had to have been, like, a month ago, now. She started crying and then she got real wasted and puked on my shoes... She said she was real pissed at Hayakawa and his little girlfriend. That's you, right?"
Fuck me gently with a chainsaw. You didn't know what was more mortifying – the idea that he knew you were sleeping with his captain, or the idea that Himeno was telling him about you. 
If your flustered appearance didn't give it away (or the way you froze like a deer in headlights when he said that), your words definitely did. "I have no clue what you're talking about."
That sounds like something someone would say if they most definitely did know what someone was talking about, you thought.
What the hell was he doing out here this late, anyway? It wasn't fair.
"Youuu... sure...?" He asked, squinting at you a little harder. You were one question away from breaking a sweat, "'Cause he's been acting real fishy lately, and I heard noises coming from his room when I came back a few hours ago."
You were going to murder him and yourself a moment later. He said they wouldn't come home.
"I thought you were supposed to be at training?" You whisper-shouted back at him. "What noises could you possibly have heard?"
"We wrapped up early," He remarked, like that should have been obvious. "And, I dunno, but it sounded like someone was being murdered in there. Himeno said he had a "little girlfriend", and I don't see him around many women, so..." Snapping his fingers, he pointed them at you, "You're her. You're his secret girlfriend, right? I've been working on my detective skills, you know. I can tell these things about people."
You could do nothing but gape at him, utterly gobsmacked at two different things – Firstly, that this interaction was even happening, and, secondly, that he had managed to sniff you out so easily.
"Unless you're not," He trailed off – seemingly lost in thought, again, as he gazed up at the ceiling, scratching his chin, "You know, I heard him in the bathroom with someone the other day. Is that something you're aware of? I don't want to assume, but I figured you should know. He could be cheating on you."
Again, you couldn't form a suitable answer, mouth open. Still – because you were hungry – you plucked a strawberry from the container, inching your hand slowly towards your mouth. 
"What are you doing?" A voice cut into the tense silence between you and the orange-haired boy – who, from your understanding, was no older than 16. The two of you jumped apart. 
Aki stood in the hallway, eyeing you and Denji up wearily. He looked like he had just rolled out of bed – literally – with his hair still a little disheveled over his neck and in his face, donning nothing but a pair of sweatpants to match the shirt you were wearing. 
We're cooked, you thought. 
Then, immediately letting your gaze wander over his chiseled physique, you thought, He looks so fucking good without a shirt on.
The sound of his voice shook you from your horny reverie. He had called your name, or something like that, considering that he was looking right at you.
You tilted your head, popping the strawberry into your mouth, "Hmm?"
Aki's lips were pressed into that serious pout he always seemed to wear around his coworkers – something so different from how he normally was around you, something that you had to get used to, "I asked if he was bothering you."
"Oh." You swallowed the mouthful of strawberry you were chewing. Glancing between him and his ginger detective roommate, you muttered, "No.. No, he's just– He was just getting a snack."
His expression softened immediately. Still, he leaned against the kitchen counter, saying, "Come back to bed."
Well, shit, there goes my alibi, You gnawed on the inside of your cheek. He made it sound so tempting.
So, opening the refrigerator door and tucking the container of strawberries away on the shelf, you squeezed past Denji, murmuring a quick, "Good night." 
Then you followed Aki back to his room, leaving the poor boy speechless in the kitchen.
The next morning, Aki was already up when you stirred, the soft sound of bowls clinking and the rhythmic whisking of something filling the quiet morning ambience. The smell of something sweet drifte d in from the kitchen, pulling you out of bed. 
Snagging your purse off of the floor, you slipped into the bathroom, your feet padding softly against the cold floor. Without thinking, you reached for Aki's blue toothbrush again—the one you'd claimed yesterday, and the time before that. There was something oddly comforting about using his things.
There was also something sort of ironic about the way you hesitated before using it — like you hadn't swallowed a load of his kids before, like this was overstepping.
As you brushed your teeth, your thoughts floated back to last night—the weight of his arms around you, the way his hands had roamed your body like they belonged there. Your confession had been a surprise. His confession had been hushed whispers of, "I love you. So perfect. All for me," against your skin, a sinful croon of your name while he fell apart beneath your touch.
You winced slightly at the ache in your lower back, a reminder of how tangled the two of you had been in the sheets. That ache was a small price to pay.
Spitting into the sink, you wiped your face and took a handful of water into your mouth. Then, reaching into your purse, you produced your little Birth Control tin, popping one of the tiny white pills into your mouth.
You wandered back out into the living room a minute or two later, drawn by the smell of what you assumed was breakfast. Aki was standing at the kitchen counter, his back to you, shoulders relaxed beneath one of his signature sweaters— one that, despite how soft and oversized it looked, did nothing to hide his lean form, the muscled slopes of his shoulders. You watched him for a moment, admiring the way he moved so easily in his space, the domesticity of it all.
You walked up behind him without a word, slipping your arms around his waist, resting your cheek against the hard plane of his back. Your hands trailed lazily over his abdomen, feeling the firm lines of his muscles through the fabric of his sweater. You couldn't help but smile to yourself; he was so deceptively toned beneath all those layers, the kind of strength that made you second-guess not divorcing your husband sooner.
"Hey, troublemaker," he said softly, his voice warm and teasing, like he knew you were up to something just by the way you touched him. He didn't even flinch at your sudden embrace, just leaned into you as if he had been expecting you.
You buried your nose between his shoulder blades, breathing him in. That familiar scent of his cologne mixed with the smell of pancake batter—it was such a simple combination, but it made your heart ache in the best way. His hair was tied up in that silly little topknot again, and on anyone else it would have looked completely ridiculous. He smelled like everything good and familiar, like something you didn't even realize you needed.
He set the bowl of pancake batter down and turned slightly, his hand finding your chin, gently tilting your face up to meet his. His lips captured yours in a kiss that was slow, deliberate, like he had all the time in the world to show you exactly how much he wanted you. The kiss was languid, sensual,  made your knees a little weak and left you dizzy in the best way. You could taste the sweetness of his affection, the way he held you like you were something precious.
In that moment, it hit you—you really were in love. 
You didn't need to second-guess it. This wasn't like anything you had before. The ease, the quiet bliss of being here with him, in this little bubble you'd both created—it was something you had never known with your husband. 
That marriage had been full of noise and expectations, but this... this was peace. 
This was love.
And standing there, with Aki's arms around you and the smell of pancakes in the air, you knew you didn't want to let this feeling go.
"Hi. You sleep okay?" you asked, slipping your hands under the hem of his sweater, your fingers pressing against the warmth of his muscular back. You felt the subtle shift of his body under your touch, the way his breath caught for just a second.
"Better than okay," he replied, his voice still rough from sleep. "I don't even remember dreaming."
You leaned in closer, your lips brushing his ear as you whispered, "Aww... did I put you to sleep?" The words came out soft, playful, with a teasing edge that hung in the air.
He chuckled, a deep, velvety sound that sent a ripple through your body. "That's rich coming from the one who came so hard she passed out last night."
Your cheeks flushed instantly, the memory making heat rise in your face as you buried it against his chest, the familiar scent of him filling your senses. His sweater smelled like him—warm, clean, and just a little bit of that cologne you couldn't get enough of.
After a moment, you tilted your head, peeking up at him through your lashes. Your hands moved beneath his sweater again, this time slowly exploring the firm ridges of his abs. He was a Greek god, he really was.
You could feel him tense, the muscles under your touch shifting with every slight movement of your fingers as they trailed down his abdomen, brushing lightly with your knuckles. You hummed, the sound vibrating softly in your throat. "Hmm... should I make it up to you?"
Aki's eyes dropped to yours, and you saw the change immediately—his face grew warm, the faintest hint of pink rising on his cheeks as his pupils widened. "Make what up to me?" he asked, his voice lower now, like he wasn't sure if he wanted the answer or if he was bracing for it.
Your fingers dipped beneath the waistband of his boxers, the fabric snapping back against his skin with a soft, sharp sound. He let out a quiet grunt in response, and the sound sent a surge of satisfaction through you.
"You're a little minx today, aren't you?" he teased, though his voice was laced with something deeper, his smirk betraying just how affected he was.
You just smiled up at him, your fingers lingering at the waistband, daring him to see where the moment would take you next.
"What can I say? I'm an early riser," you teased, your finger trailing downward over his sweatpants, over the tent that was beginning to form where your fingers ghosted over them. The way his breath hitched, followed by a flustered laugh, made you grin.
You tugged at the strings of his sweatpants, mischief dancing in your eyes. "And I think someone else is too."
Aki's gaze darted between the stove, where the pancakes were almost ready to be poured, and the closed bedroom doors, behind which his roommates were still fast asleep. His brow furrowed as if he were contemplating something serious, but the playful glint in his eyes hadn't left.
"You're insatiable," he said, though his voice held just the faintest tremor of doubt. "Not like this. Not in the kitchen."
"You're thinking about it?" you asked, raising an eyebrow. "Why? Craving something sweet?"
"Always, pretty girl," he murmured, his tone soft but filled with heat. "But don't tempt me."
"Why not?" you challenged, leaning in just a little closer. "Who was it that said to give in to temptation and not run from the truth? Why stop now?"
Aki's smirk deepened as he slid one hand around your waist, his fingers grazing the small of your back. "Because my temptations involve me hiking that little sweater up and fucking you right there on the table until the neighbors call the cops," he whispered, his lips barely brushing your ear, sending a shiver down your spine. "Behave."
Yes, sir.
Just before you could retort, you heard the soft creak of a door opening. In an instant, both of you pulled away from each other, the space between you filled with unspoken tension. Eventually, a familiar head of ginger hair popped into the kitchen, tired eyes barely open, pants hanging low on his hips. 
"Morning," Denji yawned.
Aki's words left you breathless, still. You cast him an uncertain glance. He smirked – barely there, of course, but just enough to tell you that your conversation wasn't over. Then, he turned back to the stove.
Denji reached for the fridge, grabbing a bottle of Orange Juice.
"You making pancakes over there?" The younger of the two boys asked, pulling a seat out from beneath the kitchen table and plopping down – clearly unwilling to bring up the whole issue of whatever the fuck happened last night.
This entire situation is unreal.
"Yeah," Aki answered. Clearly, he didn't want to talk about it either. Instead, he poured some batter onto the pan.
Awkwardly, you inched towards the seat at the table across from him. You sat down and folded your hands on the table. He eyed you up curiously, like wasn't sure if last night had been a dream. You avoided his gaze, looking down at your lap.
Suddenly, you felt conscious of your appearance — was your hair disheveled? Had he left marks on your neck? Did Denji have some sort of superpower that allowed him to see through your sweater and see the bruises Aki's strong hands had left on your hips the night before?
A few silent minutes passed, during which neither of you three brought up the elephant in the room. A moment longer, and you were joined by Aki's other nightmare roommate — a short girl with pink hair, sharp teeth, and red little horns protruding from the top of her head. 
She entered the kitchen with a proud shriek of, "Well risings, mortals! I smell sustenance."
When she noticed you, a look of confusion replaced her grin. She sat down at the table next to Denji and asked him, "Who is this human?"
And, just like that, the line is crossed.
Denji shrugged as Aki set a plate of pancakes down in front of him. He quirked a snarky little brow, glaring up at him, "Dunnno. Why don't you ask him?"
Power's lips were pressed into a confused little pout. She looked up at Aki as he walked behind her, but the moment she saw he was coming towards her with a plate, she kept her mouth shut. Four pancakes were heaped onto each of their dishes. The moment it hit the table, she reached for the fork and the knife and dug in.
Finally, Aki came around the table, offering you a plate of pancakes and an apologetic expression before taking a seat next to you. There were two pancakes on his plate, garnished with butter and honey. 
You looked at him with wide eyes that flicked between him and his roommate, blinking extra hard, as if to say, Help me.
He sighed your name in response, "Meet Denji and Power, the two shitheads I live with."
Great. That wasn't helpful at all.
"Why are you not bowing?" The Power girl slammed her fist down against the table. "You are in the presence of greatness."
Denji didn't seem to care much to acknowledge her, ripping a piece off of his pancake and stuffing it into his mouth before saying, "You're bangin' the captain, right?"
Your mouth hung open. Aki tensed, furrowing his brows angrily, "Denji."
"What? You told me you weren't seeing anyone when I asked you, but I saw her come out of your room," Denji snapped back. He ripped another chunk out of his pancake, and stuffed his mouth again. 
"We were having a... sleepover...?" You answered hesitantly, trying to make the situation better (and making it worse).
Denji pointed an accusatory finger at you, "Girls and boys don't have sleepovers."
Power shoved his arm, "Nonsense. Plenty of people do it."
Denji's head snapped towards her. He barked, "Yeah, plenty of people who are banging each other!"
You dropped your head into your hands, groaning into the table. 
Aki handled the situation calmly, as he normally did, "She's my girlfriend."
And, just like that, your head was popping back up. Your wide eyes were on him immediately, heart pounding against your ribs like it was about to break loose. Girlfriend?
Then, a warmth spread over the back of your neck and your face, and you realized you weren't entirely opposed to being his girlfriend. Unless he was just putting up an act. In which case, you definitely weren't getting your hopes up — on paper, you were still married, anyway, right?
Right?
Denji and Power looked just as shocked as you did.
"You lying piece of shit!" Denji hissed. He turned to Power and added, "See? I told you! I knew it! He's been too lenient lately. Pay up."
Power crossed her arms. Mouth still full, she replied, "I refuse."
Denji leapt up from his seat, pointing at her now, "No way. You owe me a feel!"
Oh my god.
"There's a new pack of gum in the car," Aki sighed — visibly distressed by his roommates' behavior but noticeably unsurprised. Clearly this was no infrequent occurrence in his household. 
The two of them perked up at that. 
Aki continued, voice stern and notably father-like, "I'll give the both of you two pieces each if you keep your mouths shut."
Slowly, Denji lowered himself back into his seat. Power's angry face dropped, replaced by a wide-eyed frown, like that of a begging dog.
"Yes, sir," Denji answered obediently.
Power added, "At your service, My Liege."
"This doesn't leave the table. Got it?" Aki told the two of them. Carefully, he cut his pancakes into nine squares. He popped one onto a fork. 
The two roommates nodded quickly.
Aki sighed, "Good. If you have any questions to ask her, do it politely."
Power was the first to ask, "Do you work with him?"
Finally having a chance to speak, you smiled softly, sheepishly, "Yeah. I'm new to Tokyo, though."
"Great. There will be plenty of time, then," She grinned, "I wish the two of you nothing but success in your mission to procreate!"
You choked on the mouthful of pancakes you were trying to swallow down. Before you could even comment on that wildly invasive statement, Denji answered with a question of his own.
"He said be respectful, dumbass," He tutted. He polished off the rest of his pancakes in (seemingly) a few ridiculously huge bites before he asked. "Is it true that women's boobs are measured with letter-sizes?" A pause, then he added, "How big are yours?"
"You little brat," Aki grumbled as he slammed his fork down on the table, "I'm gonna kick your ass."
An hour after breakfast had wrapped up, and Aki had left you to do the dishes, you left for the balcony — but not before reaching into the pocket of the suit jacket he had left neatly folded on the couch and stealing one of his beloved cigarettes and his lucky lighter.
You didn't know what had gotten into you lately. Yet, as you stepped outside and closed the sliding door behind you, you couldn't help the relieved sigh that left your lips the moment the cig was lit and in your mouth.
The cherry crackled as you pulled a long, drawn out hit from it — thinking briefly back to a point in time some six or seven years ago when you were still a young Public Safety officer with a cigarette dangling from her lips, and then to the night before, when Aki had blown the smoke into your mouth. You sighed, releasing the smoke with the slightest cough.
Of course, the peaceful moment was shattered the moment you felt your phone buzzing in the pocket of the basketball shorts Aki had lent you earlier, saying something about how Denji was "Shamelessly ogling your legs". They were long enough to touch the back of your calves. Of course, you imagined they fit him differently.
You plucked the little device out, flipping it open. The screen was illuminated by a call — with two concerns being raised. Firstly, your phone was only on 12%. Secondly, the person calling you was your husband.
Your heart dropped. In a moment, it was as if the tranquil morning had been shattered, leaving you with that feeling of dread you knew all too well. You hadn't spoken to him since the night before you had left for Tokyo.
You flipped the phone open, accepting the call. "Hey."
"Hey. How have you been?"
Fine, before he called. You didn't say that, though, instead pulling another puff of your cigarette. "I've been good."
There was a rather lengthy pause, after which your husband cleared his throat, "Look. I wanted to call you because I felt real bad about what happened before you left."
You couldn't possibly doubt him more. Still, you had spent the entirety of last night getting your guts rearranged by his superior. You figured you had outdone him. "Yeah? It's alright."
"No, it's not," He answered, much to your surprise, "I had no right to hit you. That was super out of line. I'm just... I've been stressed out with work and you being gone, and... I dunno, I..."
The line paused again. You took another hit.
"I can't shake this feeling about you in Tokyo. I feel like something's wrong," He finished.
Your stomach churned with unease. He was right, of course, but you couldn't let onto that – if it had taken him that long to notice, he couldn't really care. Hell, he hadn't called you since you left.
"Like what?" You replied with a noncommittal hum. You couldn't give less of a shit what he was feeling, to be completely fair and honest. He never cared what you were thinking? 
"I don't know what. I know I said some rude things, but... I don't think that's an excuse for you to be ignoring me like this. I've been waiting for your call," He sighed. "Are you okay? Are we okay?"
You nearly burst out laughing at the sheer irony of it all. So now he cares?
He's far too late.
As if on cue, the sliding door opened. Faintly, you could hear Denji and Power shouting at each other in the background, followed by a set of quiet footsteps right behind you. The door shut. You didn't have to turn around to know who it was. 
Aki came up on you from behind, wrapping his strong arms around your waist, nestling his face into the crook of your neck. He smelled of pancakes and laundry soap and cologne, a scent so divine that it had you relaxing into his touch instantly.
On the phone, your husband drew on, "Hello? You still there?"
You felt a warm kiss at the back of your neck, followed by another that landed a little higher, and then a little higher. Then he peppered a series of butterfly kisses to the sensitive skin there. You grinned, leaning into his touch while swatting him away all the same.
"Yeah," You answered, voice teetering on a giggle. Aki pulled you flush against his chest, arms squeezing you tight while he teased you with more butterfly kisses. "Sorry, I'm multitasking."
Aki's hands gripped your hips, pulling them back so that your ass was pressed right up against him. Then, he leaned down, nibbling softly at the skin near the corner of your jaw – then soothed over it with a lick of his warm, flattened tongue.
You bit back a laugh, pushing him away. Finally, he seceded, leaving you alone so that he could sit down on the chair on the balcony and watch you.
Your husband spoke up. You had almost forgotten he was there. In a few short words, he shattered your entire world; 
"I'm being stationed in Tokyo."
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a/n: ermmmmmmm... heyyyyy... how yall doin.... ok now look. don't hate me. you know after all that sugar i gave yall i had to throw in a curveball, cmon. (this is a notiddygothgf fanfic after all). dont be too mad, i'll be back shortly!!! the plot thickens from here. I wonder what will happen?? (jk i already know but id love to hear what YALL think will happen). (you know mama always makes it up to you bbs). THANK YOU FOR ALL OF YOUR UNWAVERING SUPPORT! You guys and ur comments literally keep me going. Part of me never wants this story to end (which is crazy bc it was originally a one shot lmfao.). anyway not too much more, love yall!! ciao pookies! x
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devildomwriter · 4 months ago
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Ten Manga I Think They’d Enjoy #2
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Lucifer
He likes manga that reads like classic literature, dark stories, mysteries, psychological stories, and occasionally something sweet or cute
Children of the Whales, Mujirushi, PTSD Radio, Requiem of the Rose King, Shadows House, The Summer Hikaru Died, Togue Oni: Primal Gods in Ancient Times, Gachiakuta, Your Lie in April, Drops of God
Mammon
He likes stories involving his personal hobbies like working on cars, gambling, etc. he also enjoys funny stories and secretly cute romances or relatable romances
Play it Cool Guys, Bleach, Chibi Vampire, Daily Lives of High School Boys, Fire Force, I Belong to the Baddest Girl at School, I’m a Wolf But My Boss is a Sheep, My Monster Secret, Skip and Loafer, The Muscle Girl Next Door
Leviathan
Leviathan loves everything but he’s especially a fan of gaming manga, magical girls, monster girls, isekai, and the classics
A Centaur’s Life, Jobless Reincarnation, Yashahime Princess Half-Demon, If Witch Then Which, Banished From the Hero’s Party I Decided to Live a Quiet Life in the Country Side, My Clueless First Friend, Far-away Paladin, Geek Ex-Hitman, If the RPG World Had Social Media, Komi Can’t Communicate
Satan
Satan loves manga that reads like classical literature but he also loves stories about cats, dark mysteries, psychological stories and ones with characters he finds relatable
Case Study of Vanitas, Cat + Gamer, XXXHolic, Haunted Bookstore, Skull-Face Bookseller Honda-San, Vampire Library, Heavenly Delusion, I’m the Catlord’s Manservant, Infernal Devices, Library Wars
Asmodeus
Asmodeus mostly enjoys romance whether it’s cute and fluffy or extremely erotic
Nana to Kaoru, We Can’t Do Just Plain Love, We Started a Threesome, I Want You to Make Me Beautiful, In to the Tentacle Cave, Who Wants to Marry a Billionaire, Training Mr Sakurada, My Androgynous Boyfriend, Birds of Shangri-La, Interspecies Reviewers
Beelzebub
Beelzebub is a big fan of manga involving food but he also enjoys a good action adventure and sports manga
Crazy Food Truck, My Deer Friend Nokotan, One Punch Man, Restaurant to Another World, Let’s Eat Together Aki and Haru, How to Grill Our Love, Giant Spider and Me, Hajime no Ippo, How Heavy Are the Dumbbells You Lift?, Plus Sized Elf
Belphegor
Belphegor likes stories with relatable characters which can be hard to find but he also loves adventures, horror, and Slice of life; he’s a little all over the place
Servamp, Soara and the House of Monsters, Jujutsu Kaisen, Rurouni Kenshin, You Have No Human Rights, Uzumaki, SINoALICE, Gannibal, The Tree of Death, Dorohedoro
Solomon
Solomon loves compelling narratives, dark psychological stories, stories that take a deeper look a humanity and immortality, and one’s that involves demons/angels/sorcerers. He does also love cat books like Satan
Ancient Magus Bride, Blood on the Tracks, Bloody Mary, Of the Red Light and the Ayakashi, Demon Diary, Dr. Stone, Emanon, Jojo’s Bizarre Adventure, Magus of the Library, Mob Psycho 100
Thirteen
Thirteen is a little all over the place, she likes to see what’s popular but she also enjoys slashers, one’s that take a closer look at death and spirits, and dark romance
Duke of Death and His Maid, Executioner and Her Way of Life, Ghost Reaper Girl, No Longer Allowed in Another World, Versailles of the Dead, Your Turn to Die, Chainsaw Man, Your Letter, Solanin, Corpse Party
Simeon
Simeon enjoys reading manga that have some religious aspects, he likes ones about authors since they are relatable, and he enjoys some random ones here and there that are cute or funny. He’s also a sucker for a pure romance
Ceres Celestial Legend, Handa-Kun, A Witch’s Printing Office, Lord Hades Ruthless Marriage, Takopi’s Original Sin, Ride Your Wave, Haru’s Curse, Blank Canvas: My So-Called Artists Journey, Our Dreams at Dusk, Blue Flag
Raphael
Raphael canonically likes coming of age sports dramas. I believe he’s also he amused by one’s involving ant Christian aspects about angels and demons, heaven and hell. He also enjoys one’s that include his hobbies like security, military, and anything to do with fashion
Cheeky Brat, Waiting for Spring, Blue Box, Kuroko’s Basketball, Yowamushi Pedal, Ran and the Gray World, Mame Coordinate, Cinderella Closet, Kamikaze Girls, Anri a Shoemaker
Luke
Luke loves to try everything but his books are monitored to make sure he doesn’t stumble upon anything inappropriate for his age ana angel status. He loves ones about food, animals, adventure, and a good slice of life or 4-panel.
Cat Massage Therapy, Yu-Gi-Oh, Pokémon Adventures, Animal Crossing, My Little Pony: The Manga, Story of Seven Lives, Star Wars: Rebels, Dragon Ball, Disney Twisted Wonderland, Cardcaptor Sakura
Michael
Michael enjoys funny books, one’s that take a closer look at humanity and war, classical adaptations, and one’s involving angels and demons.
Record of Ragnarok, I Had That Same Dream Again, Skip Beat, Angel Sanctuary, Homunculus, The Ephemeral Scenes of Setsuna’s Journey, Alpi the Soul Sender, X, Ballad x Opera, Legend of the Nymph
Mephistopheles
Mephistopheles likes books that involve history, nobility, prestigious jobs, mystery, and equestrian sports. He also enjoys one’s about demons and servants.
Chronicles of an Aristocrat Reborn in Another World, Great Jahy Will Not be Defeated, Villains Are Destined to Die, Vinland Saga, Cantarella, Kingdom, Blade of the Immortal, Ron Kamonohashi: Deranged Detective, How a Realist Hero Rebuilt the Kingdom, Ajin
Barbatos
Barbatos prefers books that are dark and disturbing as well as insightful books on time, immortality, grief, morality vs law, etc.
Coffee Moon, Drifting Classroom, His Majesty the Demon King’s Housekeeper, The Maid I Hired Recently is Mysterious, Horizon, The Lady and Her Butler, I Sold My Life For Ten Thousand Yen Per Year, Homunculus, Parasyte, Yokai Rental Shop
Diavolo
Diavolo absolutely loves cute family manga, funny manga, one’s that involve demons and angels, cute romances, and exciting action and adventure. He isn’t picky and will read anything if it’s been recommended to him.
Correspondence From the End of the Universe, Soul Eater, Given, In the Clear Moonlit Dusk, Juana and the Dragonewt’s Seven Kingdoms, Terrified Teacher at Ghoul School, Thigh High, Delinquent Daddy and Tender Teacher, Hate Me But Let Me Stay, Hinamatsuri
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ayyy-pee · 2 years ago
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HE IS SO CUTE CASUAL I LOVE HIMMMMM
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ARE YOU KIDDING ME
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