#aki’s rambles

[akiipockii]

hey guys totally not advertising my comic or anything but the two leads are aspec and most of the characters are aspec as well and there is literally no implication of sex ever because since they’re based on plants they don’t really need that to reproduce. and it’s based on Victorian flower language. pls read my comic when it comes out!! Ty, with love and happy pride!!

there will be multiple aplatonic, aroallo, alloaces, and aroaces throughout the story!! and I personally am using my own experiences as an ace and an aro to best represent these characters along with researching perspectives I don’t understand!

My DMs are open as well as my asks if you want to tell me about your experiences being of these identities and my discord is akiipockii if you would rather dm through that.

Invitation to infodump pls !!

[akiipockii]

biv was right this is why I think too much

Can’t exercise and can’t count but I CAN write a novel and I HAVE

my brain is palaces of prose along with severe depression

[jennifer-jeong]

Smut | AFAB!Reader Experience

SUMMARY How would your sweet boyfriend be in bed after they gain some experience from you?

CONTENT NSFW, 18+, smut, afab (assigned female at birth) reader, feminine reader implied (calls you “good girl”), fingering, penetration, creampie, praise, CHARACTERS ARE 18+

FUSHIGURO MEGUMI, OKKOTSU YUTA, Nanami Kento, Gojo Satoru, XIAO, KAEDEHARA KAZUHA, HAYAKAWA AKI

I headcanon that they’re initially pretty new to all this but they’ve always been tooth-rotting-ly sweet, praising you etc. However, as they get more experienced with you, they start to get a bit more vocal and rough… And you love it.

WORD COUNT: 905

You giggle as your boyfriend tosses you onto the bed, your head resting on the plush pillow. He positions himself between your legs and snakes his hands up your shirt. He slowly makes his way up your body until his face sits above your chest and his hands are squeezing the bottom of your mounds.

“So pretty… I never get tired of seeing them” he says as he pulls your shirt and bra up. You whimper as he attaches his mouth to your hardening bud. Your giggles turning into quiet moans as he plays with your sensitive tits. Your body starts to burn. The fine hairs on your skin rising as goosebumps cover you.

You pull at his hair as he pleasures you, knowing that he loves the stimulation and the dull stinging. He moans onto your chest as he thumbs your other nipple.

When he detaches, he quickly smashes his lips onto yours as he undoes his pants. You properly slip off your top and bra as he yanks his shirt off in a swift motion before taking his pants off.

You quickly return to moving your lips together, tongues quickly entering the dance as well. Your tongues rub clockwise circles together that have you both moaning.

He kisses down your neck and his hands latch onto your waistband. He pulls off your pants and panties together. His fingers quickly find your clit, giving it a few circles before dipping two fingers into your drooling cunt.

“Mmph! Feels s’good” you mewl.

“God you’re so wet, all for me?” He says as he kisses the inside of your thigh.

You whimper in reply and he starts massaging the spongey part in you, drawing deeper moans from you.

He never really says it but your moans are so heavenly to him. It turns him on beyond belief and he loves that it’s because he’s making you feel good.

He leans forward to give you some more kisses and you reach between your legs to palm him through his boxers. He groans at the stimulation he’s been waiting for. His tip already leaky from just hearing you moan. It leaves a small wet spot on the fabric.

“Want me inside sweetheart?” he asks, muffled against your skin as he presses kisses into your chest.

“Y-yes please… Nngh fill me up baby,” you sob with his fingers still pumping into you. Your response making him groan and his cock twitch.

He pulls them out and wipes your arousal onto his aching cock, his boxers long discarded. He grabs the back of your thigh with one hand as he positions himself to your entrance with the other.

His tip pops in easily and you both let out a groan. He fucks you a bit with just his tip. You mewl and throw your head back, feeling the beginning of his girthy length. As he eases in, you choke out high pitched whines due to how much he stretches you out. You feel so full when he eventually bottoms out. It feels so good it makes you both light headed.

“Fuckkk, missed being inside you baby… I could do this all fucking day.” He groans

“Mmmhh… wish we could. Y’make me feel s’full ngh-”

His veiny shaft gives you the delicious friction you’ve been craving as he gives you shallow thrusts to help you adjust to his size. He doesn’t wait very long though, you make him so needy after all.

He starts a quick pace, his hands pushing the backs of your thighs to your chest. He knows this position helps him massage your g-spot easily. He will occasionally fully push in, stay there, and grind his hips in a circular motion to give you some amazing stimulation. It makes your core burn with pleasure and always brings you closer to your high quickly.

“Feel good?” He asks through panting, his nails starting to dig into your skin.

“S’good baby… mmph!-“

The sound of skin slapping and the filthy wet noises you two were making quickly fills the room. It makes your face burn but also turns you on. Your boyfriend, however, is absolutely drunk off the sound and stimulation. It's just something about your breathy moans of his name and the slick sound of his cock pulling on your gummy walls that drives him crazy.

"Ah-! Getting c-close baby..." You whine out.

“Yeah? Mmph- Gonna cum? S-such a good girl.” He groans and you nod quickly while moaning in response.

“F-fuck, I’m gonna cum too,” his thrusts getting irregular as your jaw falls slack. Your tongue lolling out slightly, expression fucked out as you approach your high.

His thumb finds your clit and you tumble over the edge, tremors passing through your body as your orgasm washes over you. Your moans are uncontrollable as you babble out “thank you” to him for helping you ride your high.

Your slick walls clamping down impossibly hard on him making him come apart just as quick. His waves of pleasure hit him and he lets out a few high pitched sobs before groaning in a deep voice. He stills inside you as he cums, rocking in and out slowly as his whole body twitches. Thick ropes of cum fill you up and add to the stimulation during your orgasm.

You both catch your breaths, enjoying the afterglow.

“You’re getting a lot better at this hm?” You tease.

“Well I have a pretty good partner to teach me,” he smiles. “It’s also motivating to learn when it's a win-win situation.”

You giggle at his cute words, reaching up to caress his cheek. “God, I love you so much.”

“I love you too sweetheart,” he says wholeheartedly as he kisses you again before cleaning up.

|| MASTERLIST ♡ || Thank you for reading! ||

[shiineru]

reading chainsaw man and trying to piece together theories makes me feel like an insane person. like no yeah totally pochita is actually the birth devil and reze is coming back and aki isn't actually dead and its all because of this one slight detail in the background and its all going to culminate in one big story about trauma. meanwhile no one has fucking mouths in the manga right now

[iztea]

akiangel if they were in a sitcom

[akiipockii]

you look like a marble thief

no clue why

I just could’ve guessed that you commit the deplorable crimes of stealing marbles

How dare you

They had families

When I was younger I was a really big shoplifter but it was only with marbles. I would try to subtly steer whoever was at the store with me over to the area the marbles were at so I could run off and fill my pockets and shoes with as many marbles as possible before they noticed

[captain-hawks]

aki hayakawa x f!reader

18+ only, semi-public sexual activities, brat!reader, brat tamer!aki, dirty talk, praise kink, fingering, squirting -> requested

“i hate having sex in the back of your car,” you grouse, fingers almost spiteful in their endeavor to make quick work of the remaining buttons on aki’s shirt. 

aki pinches the bridge of his nose in frustration, his free hand splayed across the width of your thigh as you straddle his lap. a fond feeling curls in your gut at his expression—but you’re not going to tell him that. 

“well, princess, i can’t exactly roll out the red carpet for you at my apartment when denji and power are freeloading like their lives depend on it.”

he leans forward and lifts his arms to help as you tug off his white button down, tossing it over your shoulder and onto the driver’s seat. 

“have you ever considered the concept of, perhaps, locking your bedroom door?”

aki pointedly sighs, swiftly tugging your own shirt over your head in one fluid movement—he’s too goddamn good at that. your bra follows suit, his nimble fingers almost faster than your own with the hooks. 

“that means absolutely nothing to either of them.”

leaning in, you drag your lips along his neck and murmur in a teasing tone. “oh, did another lucky girl get to experience that?”

not that you should care—

“no,” he groans, head falling against the back of the seat, two fingers sliding past the waistband of your skirt as he grips your hip. “of course not.”

you raise a brow. “so they tried to barge in while you were jerking—”

the rest of your words die on your lips, replaced by a moan that trembles across your tongue as aki slips his hand into your panties without warning. a slick bolt of pleasure trembles in your abdomen, nerves thrumming with anticipation as the heel of his palm drags across your swollen clit. he curls his fingers, letting the pads swipe through your wet folds to collect from the pool of arousal that’s been leaking out of you since he pinned you up against the car door. 

he stares at you pointedly, head tilted slightly to the side, a challenge dancing in his eyes while he waits for you to carry on. a single digit traces your tight entrance, your cunt quivering at the teasing sensation. you spread your thighs wider, trying to rock yourself deeper into the cradle of his hips, and he shifts his hand back just far enough to deny you of what you’re asking for.

“any more comments, complaints, or concerns?” he asks, his breath hot against your lips while it hovers in the scant space between your mouths.

you wonder if the public safety commission is aware that they’re paying you to drive aki hayakawa up a fucking wall full-time.

offering him a small smile, you shake your head.

aki smiles back, almost patronizingly, and plunges two fingers into your wet cunt. his mouth slots with yours as your chest heaves with a desperate moan. the seat belt buckle digs into your kneecap as you writhe, the metal cool against your overheated skin. you can almost feel his amusement, but you can’t bring yourself to care once he drags his thumb across your throbbing clit and does a twisting thrust with the digits currently stuffed inside of you that has you seeing stars.

“good girl,” he murmurs against your mouth, dragging his tongue across your bottom lip as you keen. 

it’s a cheap shot to really drive the nail in; aki knows exactly how to handle you (how to shut you up). 

—but it has your pussy clenching around his fingers all the same, your back arching as you rock your hips and whine.

(he knows you do it on purpose.)

“why would i want to fuck anyone else,” he rasps against the shell of your ear, “after knowing what it feels like to have you come all over my cock?”

your entire body spasms with the surge pleasure that drowns out the rest of your senses at his words, and you can feel the thin sheen of sweat that coats your neck as your muscles go taut. 

“i know you think you’re a brat,” he murmurs, pausing to take your bottom lip between his teeth, and you manage to capture his mouth in a messy kiss that has him distracted for a moment.

“aki,” you whine, feeling needier than you’d like to admit at the feeling of his erection lying stiff between your bodies as you press closer to him.

he increases the speed of his thrusts, your pussy squelching wetly when he adds a third finger. and just like that, your orgasm catches you entirely off guard, leaving behind a wet, soaking mess all over aki and the back seat as you squirt in his lap, whimpering and shaking while the pleasure surges white-hot through your system.

he mouths at the corner of your jaw as you come down from it, fingers gently feathering over your oversensitive cunt. “but the thing is, i like it.”

[inkblackorchid]

Since it has been a good while since I last looked for some quality jank screenshots, I decided to do that today again. So, here are everyone's favourite characters in all their low-res, wonky, off-model glory:

Feel free to use these as icons or whatever else you please. Be free.

[angstigone]

WARNINGS: 18+ pls minors/ageless blogs don't interact, p in v, mention of oral sex, slight voyeurism (your friend is on the phone), she/her - afab character.

your secret relationship didn't weight you down too much.

you were alright with your friends being none the more aware to the fact that albeit their clumsy comment about yoru singlehood, you had a - older - boyfriend waiting for you at home at the end of every girls' night.

neither you minded when - albeit the lack of your official relationship status - your friends would be using as a free therapist for their own love troubles.

well, that was till they kept on rambling to you for more than an hour while your boyfriend's cock was inside of you; he had been patient at first, lightly smiling at you batting him off while he heard the choked up voice of your beloved best friend ranting about the guy you had warned her about.

then after an hour of screeches and ugly crying, he had relented.

"it'll make you feel much better" he had said as he gently helped you off your pants, and while at first you had thought that it'd be because it was getting hot in the apartment.

the reason wasn't that dissimilar as you found yourself inevitably burning as you ground against your boyfriend's open palm while he looked up with such pity.

"... it's hard being a good friend, isn't it".

except you were pretty sure that you weren't a good friend, since you hadn't heard anything of what had gone since you had first sunk onto your boyfriend's hot throbbing dick, delighting in the way the stretch was borderline painful although he took his time.

and what was worse was the sensation of him being fully seated inside you and yet not moving. you had tried to grind into his lap, if anything to gain a bit of friction onto your poor neglected clit, but instead it was painfully obvious that he wouldn't move.

"it'd be too distracting, wouldn't it be?" you and him both knew that if he had moved, you wouldn't have been able to keep quiet and all too soon your alibi would be out of the windows and you'd have to cut the call.

and yet, was it that bad?

you didn't even like this friend and they certainly weren't that good to you, if they called you only to rant about the stinky ex who never made them cum.

and maybe you should make your relationship known.

you had an inkling that was the exact purpose of your boyfriend's subtle affection.

[fumifooms]

Makima, devils and self-fulfillment

Dumping some Makima and CSM thoughts after a part 1 binge bc I think about her forever and ever. I’m sure I’m forgetting some devil lore, feel free to correct what i get wrong/what’s been confirmed. On the table of contents there’s why & how Makima got fixated on Chainsaw, her revealing liking for the country mouse and discussion of her nature & emotions & desires. Was the scorpion doomed to be a scorpion?

The most of this post was thought of during a conversation with @saccharineomens and I don’t think it makes sense to jump into the spiral it sent me on without first laying down the interesting groundwork theorizing she did:

"Thinking about how makima herself wants to be deified. I wonder whether she recognizes the difference between Love As Worship and the love that Aki, Power, and Denji had. She says she wants to help humanity by having Chainsawman eat the “bad” devils, but why does she want to help humans? Because she was ordered to by the Prime Minister? No, her drive seems much more personal than that, it seems like she teamed up with the PM for contractual reasons. (In the most recent chapters we see governmental members wanting certain devils to be eaten, too. What was Makima’s relationship with them? She’s too independent to just follow THEIR orders, she’s Control.)

So is she wanting to better humanity for the accolades, or out of the goodness of her heart? She sees the big picture. She sees any small sacrifice as worth it for the end result, and she’s ruthless. Perhaps she thinks that a more sedate human race would be easier to control? But Makima doesn’t loathe humanity. She never acts like she sees all humans as lesser. She loves humanity’s creations, like good food and movies. She just wants Good Things all the time

She says she prefers the country mouse BUT adds a story where she helps exterminate country mice like vermin. She likes the simplicity yet rejects the idea of being simple. Makima the complex individual you are"

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The story itself seems to prefr the country mouse. Well- it strikes a balance, shows that a risk to live good & fully can be very worth it, but still that stability over ambition is preferable, proning having a simple happy life over fame, a simple job instead of a dangerous one, etc etc. And I do find Makima’s answer on this so so interesting, she prefers the country mouse, but this preference isn’t out of affection or sympathy but because of how relaxing it feels to exterminate them when they cause problems.

Order satisfies her. Her order satisfies her. She likes the action of rooting out disorder. Maybe this is the devil part, like how Power especially wants blood and drinking it, I feel there’s an itch to every devil, and for Makima it’s a very rigid world view/morality/standards & making things follow her rules and submit to her order.

And maybe this is why she’s attached to humans too, why she felt it was worth it to stick with the government- because devils are chaotic by nature (it’s a whole plot point that hell is essentially a free-for-all battleground for example), meanwhile humans are the species that universally rule Earth with systems they invented and instilled. They made then enforced rules, complex and intricate webs of them. She feels alienated amongst devils but she understands the humans’ need for an orderly organised society, and now she wants to be part of it. Control and conquest require social dynamics after all, requires civilizations or groups. War is chaotic while peace is, well, peaceful— Makima resents her sisters for being death, famine and war, things that throw the world in such chaos. She wants a world of perfect order, no matter how much collateral damage there will be if the end result is control.

This is even more interesting if you consider that yes, Makima is untouchable of her own design, she deifies herself with her omnipresent amount of control and the sway over others that she seeks and encourages— There is this urge to dehumanize her for it, that yes, she is the devil of control and that means she was never going to be any different, have any more feeling be any less uncanny. And I love part 2 so much for this, because it shows us the war devil and the famine devil and we see how frankly uncharismatic with poor self-discipline they are, Nayuta too, and it helps us realize just how much Makima’s success was self-made.

She admires Chainsaw Devil, the Hero of Hell, because he had his own code and his own rules and he made Hell, the chaos pit, submit to them unfailingly. Wherever he goes he decides what he does and what happens to the people he encounters but does so consistently, he has his mechanism and his rules that he always obeys, and he fulfills them every time. It’s still a mystery the why of Chainsaw Devil’s behavior back then and how it works exactly, maybe Pochita left hell because he was tired of these rules he lived by like chains, but still, he was a servant to his code. Makima would have been glad being killed and eaten by Chainsaw Devil because it’d have been becoming part of his design, his conquest, his domination, she’d have been part of that —his— order. Through her death she would be shaping his world and be part of a conqueror’s making history. Like how she appreciates the country mice that die for the sake of order. Like how sacrifices must be made to herself, like listing the name of every person whose life was lost to the Gun Devil— All for the ~greater good~, for her vision for the world. Conquest always thinks its reasons are justified.

And she does mention with the country mice thing that she goes out to a friend’s farm every year! She has a human friend?? That she visits yearly and she genuinely likes it?? Ultimately she lives a busy city life because of her goal and drive and her urge & satisfaction with overseeing shaping the world herself, but part of her, like so many characters including Angel and Aki and Reze, wishes she could live a slow peaceful country life. Moviegoing and dogs and mice in a farm- Wouldn’t it be so much simpler if Makima could find fulfillment and happiness in being a farmer, in keeping control of her own farm, getting satisfaction from exterminating vermin and expertly getting everything right, the right crops grown at the right time on the right soil? Here, too, in a way it’s trying to have full control of an ecosystem, but her goals would be easier to achieve and better, without ceaseless sacrifice or much pressure. But Makima wants grandiosity and her goal does matter to her on a fundamental and moral level, she does think she knows what’s best for the world, and with the power to change it why wouldn’t she strive to? Visiting the farm is just a break, just something she does in fall to help out and just in time to see the vermin extermination. It calms her, then it’s back to actual work.

In capitalism, even the one at the very top of the ladder is ultimately alienated from others and often unsatisfied by their lifestyle, always wanting more and more power because surely that’s the extra edge they must be missing to be content— like how Makima thinks she wants to dominate Chainsaw Devil instead of being his equal. And she says it herself too, she likes humans the way humans like dogs…….. And she keeps so many dogs :( Makima prefers the country mice because they’re calming to root out, maybe because she usually mainly deals with city mice. It’s very easy to equate humans to the mice in this allegory because it’s pretty direct and she’s already likened humans to lesser animals compared to her. She’s self-isolating by design for her design but she still craves relationships and contentment, and the dogs are the embodiment or her want for bonds and occasional simplicity because there is no possible ulterior motive, no way they tie back into her wider plan. They’re her personal life— something that feels so alien when speaking about Makima. Personality and individuality and likes and preferences and friends they visit every year. She likes how easily she can train a dog and how they become putty in her hands, at her beck and call, how much they love her and how much she enjoys their love. How simple and straightforward and easy it is. She keeps them because she likes being loved by them and loving them, and she’s gotten and raised so many. A conqueror always wants more and more and more, is never satisfied.

Devils and agency

Like Power the blood devil wanting blood and having a fixation on drinking it like with Denji’s, or how it was shocking that the violence devil was pretty tame and nice and how he himself theorized it was because he was a fiend and possessing a human body… There’s something to be said about nature vs nurture with the devils. The way they reincarnate and always embody their fear makes it seem categorically like nature, that they always always end up fulfilling the role they were named after and born to fill… Outside influence they’re helpless but to conform with. Like the humans accepting their spot in the social ladder and the shittiness of their living conditions and job under capitalism. Makima craved being equals with someone despite being the control/conquest devil, Angel Devil despite claiming to be a devil who likes to see humans dying was haunted by their deaths and wanted to avoid ones like Aki’s. The Ghost Devil being ironically haunted by Himeno, seemingly helping Aki in her memory out of… Lasting affection? Or maybe it was less about being haunted itself and more about it recognizing how Himeno haunted Aki, and acknowledging that, with the memento, paying her respect to the ghost of her. It’s Angel Devil’s devil nature that makes him like human suffering, so then is it his angel nature too to still care about their deaths? Is there truth to this or is that just personality, just our confirmation bias haunting every part of their identity like it might in their own view of themselves too? We do know different reincarnations of devils do have different personalities after all.

Yoru, war devil, is the most interesting one when talking about the nature vs nurture debate with devils. There is how through her we see the perhaps the most the consequences of a devil stopping being feared— we see a horseman for a concept as universal and horrifying as war be reduced to some bird who needs a contract with a human to have any power even just on the situation when meeting Asa. And through the story we get to know her better, and it becomes clear that her goal is fueled in good part by simply wanting to be remembered and respected through fear. Liked, validated, seen a powerful. But what is more isolating than war? Or control? We also see Nayuta accepting others’ house rules. If part 1 shows perhaps the futility of running away from the truth, with Denji’s memory, with escapist coping mechanisms, with passivity and denial under a corrupt system and with abusive relationships- running away from your own feelings and from the reality of things and from all that you are, more complex than simply human or devil or both or neither— part 2 builds upon the theme of cult of personalities, the chainsaw church, etc. The apocalypse is coming, but this celebrity superhero might save us all, or doom us all uh, dunno. The hero of hell reliving the cycle of pressure from responsibilities and expectations, maybe the part will end with Denji running away like Pochita did~

But yes, on the reverse, I think Famine is a very interesting example of how a devil’s namesake may be more innate than coerced by circumstances. One would think that a famine devil would only like inflicting famine upon others, not being famished itself, but Famine has a bottomless stomach that can never, ever be satisfied, sated. I struggle to find a psychological explanation for this, except that maybe instead of her being hungry it’s her feeling empty when she’s not eating, tasting and having that high sensory experience that releases serotonin in humans, sort of like drugs? But I do take this as a step towards the compulsion theory overall, feels like a reach in the consistency otherwise. And compulsion does not mean it’s something that they like nor that it’s something that they fight against, pretty neutral, just a nature that nudges you towards one path. Maybe it’s even just their go-to for entertainment. Maybe it’s the only thing that makes them feel right and whole. But still the debate remains, what is it, a compulsion or an urge or an itch or an active desire or a conscious chosen want? Does it change anything in practice?

And because of all of this earlier, devils being self-fulfilling prophecies with their role is not in unsignificant part nurture, because doing their atrocities is how they stay remembered— feared, powerful, known— hell and devils are a very isolating place and breed after all, and we do see devils can want companionship. Existentially, it’s their purpose and how they justify their place in the world, in the terrifyingly vast and unknowable cosmos.

We still know so little of what makes Chainsaw Devil so special, why his carnage is so self-controlled. Despite a chainsaw maybe being possibly one of the most "nature" thing you can be— a tool to cut things, a human tool that can be helpful for many things, something to be wielding by another at their judgement on what they decide, but mainly something to cut, a tool suited for carnage, to hurt and to destroy. A blade with a toothed chain, spinning around and around and around endlessly on the same road at the same pace. Such a…. Innately circular concept. And yet the Chainsaw Devil is his own, not driven by an urge or by chaos but his very own brand of order, his own unique assigned purpose, a "if you call i’ll come running to help" policy equalizing everyone. He chooses to withhold his destruction and interference otherwise, and then he chooses to be used. If it’s a choice, of course.

Maybe this is what inspired Makima so much, that Chainsaw Devil could decide what to make of himself despite expectations or innate role. Because even Hell he decided & managed to subjugate under his will and whim, with a precise vision and process. When Chainsaw Devil acts like Denji or is defeated, Makima clicks her tongue and loses her admiration and respect. Makima admired and liked Chainsaw Devil, but only as long as he matched her great image of him in her mind, as long as he followed he rules for what she thinks he should be like. She admired him for his unrivaled self-made success, but once he stepped out of that to truly embody self-fulfillment and agency, disappearing from hell to live on his own road at the beat of his own drum… Well. Surely that was a mistake she has to correct. However their second battle ends, the better conqueror will have prevailed and she’s happy about that, all in the spirit of domination and subjugation.

Imo Makima’s biggest tool, similarly capitalism’s most helpful effect for its own purposes, is complacency. Resignation and passivity helps uphold the system and go along the flow of the will of the people in power. Aki and Reze go along with orders even when knowing their job is trash, etc. In Angel Devil especially we see him go along with the flow uncaring about anyhing, and we discover it was in part due to Makima taking away memories that motivated him. If every devil decides this is just how things are and how things should be that’s what they’ll continue to be and do mindlessly, not pursuing a better life like Chainsaw Devil and Denj and not seeking to change the world like Makima. I think even Makima veils herself to a lot of things, she doesn’t like to think deeply about some things, like her desire for connection, or how making bad movies disappear is strenuous and unsustainable and requiring sacrifices at best— how her judgement is as subjective as anyone else. How liking the country mouse and her friend back at the farm and her dogs could be not devoid of sentimality. Wanting bad movies erased is her one biggest show of selfishness, of pettiness and individuality, it’s about her tastes, simple as. About how she can have tastes, and cry seeing a scene of people hug, and want things that aren’t logical, her ideology and mind twisted into a pretzel to avoid acknowledging that she doesn’t live and breathe purely for the mission she’s made a single-minded robot out of herself to accomplish. Nayuta is assertive and selfish and loud, Makima is manipulative and strategically both for her goals and for coping hollow.

Everything in her plans and goals she says is for the greater good, necessary evil, manufactured happiness the way she’ll have decided for people— and that’s the thing isn’t it, like with War, it’s the crack that shows it was all truly about herself after all. Her self-made deification still had the flaw that a self made it. Makima is not omniscient, and it’s not Chainsaw Devil the not-so-fellow-kindred-soul conqueror who gets the best of her, but a city mouse, a dog, someone she would have never thought to respect, Denji.

[muwah-mumoo]

Wake up..~

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Aki Hayakawa x fem!reader

18+ MDNI

warning - subby!aki, dom!reader, humiliation, handjob, teasing

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a/n : Heyy this is my first post and i don’t even know if i want to finish to but if yall would like me to finish it let me knoww ;3 also this might be rlly bad since i didn’t proof read it due to laziness 😭

wrd count : 780 - still not complete

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The house was quiet and cold, nothing but the wind whistling as it entered your room from the open window. I run my eyes as I get up and hear the sizzling from a pan and walk to the door, twisting the knob causing the door to let out a creak as I walk out into the kitchen to see Aki cooking some breakfast.

“Hey Aki morning” I said with a smile as I waved, heading to get a glass of water. He looked over his shoulder and looked back at the stove, “Oh hey mornin, How’d you sleep?” he asked as he continued to cut wherever veggies he found.

“Pretty good, just got a little hot” I told him ,”you?”

“I slept alright, still a little tired though..” He said in between a yawn.

After a couple minutes of standing next to Aki, I looked up at him admiring how he looked. Such charming yet clam expression on his face while his beautiful blue eyes focused on completing the meal he was preparing.

Suddenly an idea popped into my head.

hehe~

I put my glass down, a grin forming at my lips. “Why don’t I help you wake up a bit?” I asked him as my hands wrapped around his waist from the back, placing my cold hands on his stomach making him flinch. “What do you mean..?” he said, removing the food from the fire as he turned to you.

As his mind began to rush thousands of different thoughts a slight pink tint coated his features. “I think that you have a couple ideas~” making the pink on his face deepen to a dark rose. “I have no idea what you are talking about” He squeaked out as he took the other way, knowing that you had that stupid, yet so cute, face that got him embarrassed.

“Come on~ you know you can't lie yourself out of this one, since your body loves to show off how you really feel'' I said in a laugh as I still didn't make eye contact. “Okay then, why don't you tell me what you'd like me to do to you, hm?”

finally after getting the courage to look at you, he turned to you. Face burning a hot red from embarrassment of the teasing, “I’d like you to explore my body..” He said shyly as he covered his mouth and looked away again. I laughed, “Why don't you speak up. longer you take explaining it longer till you are able to feel good” i said with a playful shrug.

Finally, he rolled his eyes and grinned “I’d like for you to.. explore my body..” he said, now looking into your eyes. I smiled, “alright then~” I said in a loving tone as I held his hand and led him to the couch. “take a seat for me, would you?” I asked him and nodded, taking a seat.

I looked down at him, so cute~. finally taking a seat on his lap and looking at him. "I want to help you feel good~" I whispered into his ears as my hand slid up the back of his neck, I let his hair down, tucking it behind his ear as it fell down his flushed face. “P-Please do… I need this.. Please” he whined out, making me smile.

I lifted his chin to allow more access to his neck, licking stripes and kissing his collarbone causing him to shift in this position, a familiar poking feeling in my ass. I smiled, "I can feel you" I giggled making him blush from not being able to hide how crazy you make him.

i began to take off his shirt kissing his chest then up his neck to his lips, giving him a quick peck before whispering into his ear, "Have you ever made yourself cum to the thought of me?" I asked with a plain face, trying to hide the smile and the excitement I felt when looking at him become putty in my hands.

he bit his lip nervously, nodding quickly. “really?” I said with a laugh. “Why don't you show me how you touch yourself when you think of me?” I said with a smile as I slithered off his lap and sat in the group watching him, leaving him gulping and nervously grabbing the waistband of his plants and sliding them to his ankles.

His aching cock sprung out, slapping against his tummy making him wince, looking down at him due to the giggle you let out. “Don't laugh..” he said embarrassed as he took a hold of the base of his cock, slowly pumping it to let the nerves ease off.

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hope you liked and if u want me to finish it lmkk🤭

[akiipockii]

now that the new #lovejoy song has come out, I can say something because I think I have somewhat of a nuanced take.

- I believe that Will Gold is FUCKED for what he did. as a victim of abuse, that shit is NOT cool or ok.

- I think that even though he did shit wrong, the music that has gotten me through literal attempts on my life is not inherently his, and is in the hands of the listener.

- support shubble.

- don’t send death threats to Wilbur fans.

- if you choose to listen to lovejoy, nobody can stop you. do what you please.

- I don’t think that it’s all black and white and that it’s a yes or no question. There are many perspectives and it’s okay to be on either side!

- I hate centrists, but on this issue I’m center-shubble leaning. Abuse is never okay.

- believe victims.

- everyone deserves to express themselves, that does mean you have to support it.

- stay civil !

- YOU DONT KNOW THESE PEOPLE. DONT ACT LIKE YOU DO.

[ariapmdeol]

some friends gave me duos to draw!

[anthurak]

Help, my once-small-and-manageable 'What if Yugo got kidnapped instead and Rin got Clear Wing Synchro Dragon?' AU idea is rapidly snowballing into a whole-ass ARC-V rewrite with a growing list of goals/ideas/concepts including but not limited to:

Revamping the not-Clear-Wing Dimension Dragons with actually distinct elemental identities (I feel like Odd-Eyes should really be a FIRE monster...)

Making the Dimension Dragons actual CHARACTERS with arcs like Clear Wing and Rin having a whole 'past-life enemies to present-life lovers' story and Dark Rebellion turning out to be an older-brother figure to Yuto and becoming besties with fellow protective-big-brother Shun.

Revamping the entire collective arcs of the Yu-boys and Bracelet girls into a narrative that actually REJECTS the idea that they should be merged back together. Like a big part of Yuya's and Yuto's characters ends up being them fighting against merging.

NONE of the Bracelet Girls getting mind-controlled and/or fridged. And also playing key roles in the final battle dueling against Zarc.

A collective arc for the Dimension Dragons that ultimately has them rejecting Zarc and rebelling against him in various ways and siding with the Bracelet Girls and Yu-boys (that aren't Yuri).

My previously explored 'Alexis Rhodes gets a full Cyber Angel/Herald/Drytron deck and is the biggest fucking badass in the whole show' idea, which now also includes her teaching Yuya Ritual Summoning which ends up becoming one of the big secret weapons against Zarc.

Aki and Sherry are also present in the Synchro Dimension, are dating/married and utterly loaded with Revolutionary Girl Utena references.

Everything/everyone just being a whole lot gayer in general. I realize that is hardly a revolutionary take in this fandom, but I felt it was still worth mentioning XD

[angeldeviloshi]

That scene from the trailer converted into individual frames.

[captain-hawks]

Heeeeeey, for your spicy sleep over can you write a thing with Aki from csm? Maybe reader is laying on the bed with their head hanging over the edge and Aki is fucking their throat? Do you think he can make their throat bulge? 👀👀👀

If not no worries, love ya 😘

aki hayakawa x f!reader

c: oral sex (m!receiving), aki's big ass dick, throat bulge, 18+

-> spicy sleepover

Aki’s no stranger to the sight of your plush lips wrapped around his cock, the slick pressure of his shaft disappearing into the wet heat of your mouth. 

The saliva that runs down your chin as you swirl your tongue up and down his shaft.

The vibrations that shoot straight up his dick as you moan around him, taking him to the back of your throat, his balls resting against your chin.

The tears that prick at the corner of your eyes as you let him fuck your mouth and come all over your face, his seed dripping down your full, parted lips.

But this—

The sight before him now makes his breath hitch, fingers wrapping firmly around the base of his shaft to stave off the premature orgasm threatening to rip through him.

You’re lying on your back atop his dark blue sheets wearing nothing but one of his t-shirts, one leg propped up as your head hangs off the edge of the mattress, his dick in your mouth. And while you’ve long since learned to accommodate the thick stretch of his fat cock in your cunt and between your lips, he’s yet to take you like this yet—

“Holy shit,” he murmurs with a groan.

His hips involuntarily twitch as he stares down at you, eyes drinking in the prominent bulge of his cock inside your exposed throat, the way it moves as he slides in and out. Aki exhales, swaying on his feet ever so slightly, feeling more than a little drunk on the filthy view. 

Your tongue has been wrapped around his dick for all of a minute, and Aki fucking Hayakawa is two seconds from coming so hard he might pass out. Because you’re playing with your pebbled nipples, dipping one finger between your legs, and he’s staring down at the lewd, thick outline of his cock while he fucks your mouth, stuffing his spit-soaked shaft down your moaning, whining throat.

He needs a fucking cigarette.

His balls clench, thrusts growing sloppy, and it’s all he can do to keep his feet firmly planted on the floor as a wave of sharp, thrumming pleasure washes over him, cum spraying from his cock and overflowing past the slick seal of your lips.