#aki's angel p⋆｡ ﾟ

[aki-kawa]

hii aki! <3 my name's p! it's sososo nice to see you here. <3 how are u?

Hi there, p. It's very nice to be here. I'm doing really well. How are you?

[actualfrog]

New favs

[smply-sktchng]

portraits again (profile and posture)

[oceans-toasty-edits]

Pride icons with my favorite characters! Free to use

Art for pinocchio was drawn by @/kurumeuruki, please credit them for that one!

[just-a-ghost00]

A message from a beloved soul 🕊️

Recently, I felt called to ask for advice from passed on artists that have greatly impacted my life. A few months ago, my role model and most beloved artist passed away suddenly. I never thought this day would come. Or rather I didn’t want to think about it. And lately I feel his energy very strongly. I thought that maybe some of you could need some advice from an artist you miss dearly as well. I’m sorry if this triggers anybody. I thank these beautiful souls that have provided us with light and love for all these years for their messages and I hope that wherever they are in the Universe, their soul is at peace. ❤️

Group 1

Letters : B Y I T J S L G K M U A P G D F Words : guys, tails, mask, Sag, just, Jiluka, Atsuki, July, Aug, days, pay, gay, Yumi, Yuki, Bad guy, kid, must play, guita(r), fly, BSK, family, silk, ask my pals if I still must (???), stalk, dumb, Mt Fuji

Tissue box messages : Singer, blue eyes, Scorpio I TRANSFORM Nov 23 to Nov 29, Capricorn I CREATE Jan 20 to Feb 16, 6th house daily life I LOVE, 12th house Spiritual life I DREAM

Their channeled message to you :

Baby the world is yours to take. Fate is yours to create. No matter the pain, no matter the fears, no matter the obstacles, you must live on. Do you hear me? Live. Scream at the top of your lungs. You can cry too. But don’t give up. I am with you every step of the way. My wings will carry you for as long as I can.

Clarifications - 10 of swords, Black Numen, King of cups, King of wands, 10 of pentacles, 10 of cups

This artist that you are asking about knows that you are going through a hard time and that a part of you doesn’t believe in your ability to make it through but they want to reassure you because not only do you have what it takes but the outcome is going to be much more brighter than you could ever imagine. You’re getting there. You’re so close to reaching your goal. I believe that there are actually two artists that are surrounding you with their love. They are both encouraging you to keep moving, though you may not understand where this will lead you, though you may not see the bigger picture. Because after this period of grieving and emotional turmoil, of hardships and uncertainty, awaits a bright and warm future, full of joy and abundance. While one helps you heal your wounds and deal with possible depression/mental health issues, the other is helping you manifest success in all areas of your life by fueling your fire and inspiring you. You may feel like your creativity is boosted and your mind is fuming with new ideas. Both of them are masculine in their energy. One of them may especially connect with you through your dreams while the other would rather put on your way resources and people that are beneficial to your growth. The channeled message you received was from the one you were asking about. But the other artist still wanted to silently show their support. I believe that in their living time this person wasn’t very talkative but would instead show their love through actions. They remained the same in the after life.

🕊️🕊️🕊️🕊️🕊️🕊️🕊️🕊️🕊️🕊️🕊️🕊️🕊️🕊️🕊️🕊️🕊️

Group 2

Letters : A V U S E I F S V N A U I M K P Words : miss u, veins, pain, pause, Suki, fave, fame, pave, Mana, Aki, naive, invasive, Nivea, niveau (French for level), suave, Kaname, kiss me, five men, fans, vie (life/live), Pisa

Tissue box messages : Gym rat, creative soul, dorky/quirky, Scorpio I TRANSFORM Nov 23 to Nov 29, Ophiuchus I HEAL Nov 29 to Dec 17, 1st house awareness of self I AM

Their message to you :

My Jade ~ You are so beautiful. Your soul is so beautiful it shines all the way to heaven. God and the angels are so pleased with you. Seeing you grow so much has been my biggest joy and pride. I believe that you can light up this world and save so many people from themselves. But first make sure to save yourself, okay?! Love you ❤️

Clarifications - 9 of pentacles, The Lovers, Knight of cups, Judgment, King of cups, 6 of cups

You must prioritize yourself by choosing to give yourself the love you so willingly give to others. That much is clear. When the time is right and balance is restored, a soulmate will be sent to you to pour more love into your cup. They will come to you slowly but surely. You will recognize them by their piercing gaze and their powerful voice. You know them already. Wow that was very specific. There are a lot of water related cards, three of which can be associated with Scorpio. Then there is also Gemini energy and Taurus energy. I believe that in their living time the artist you asked about was a very generous and wise person. They were probably an old soul and had a hard time finding people they could deeply connect with. I get the feeling that you followed this person since you were a child and you looked up to them. They are a soulmate of yours. Their energy feels very balanced. I believe this person was very spiritual and always did their best to do the right choice and be the bigger person. They would always think of their loved ones before anything else and maybe that is one thing that caused this person a lot of sadness. Which is why they urge you to prioritize yourself. They know too well the cost of overgiving to others only to be left with so little.

🕊️🕊️🕊️🕊️🕊️🕊️🕊️🕊️🕊️🕊️🕊️🕊️🕊️🕊️🕊️🕊️🕊️

Group 3

Letters : C N L C Z E K U V O T B E A V M Words : clean, zen, luck, black, block me, metal, zone, cat, melon, love u, meat, meet u at ten, note, bone, tune, name, bake, cake, Ameba, volcano, Kubo, Kobe,

Tissue box messages : Gym rat, bookworm, unconventional, Leo I SHINE Aug 10 to Sept 16, Taurus I PROTECT May 13 to June 21, Sagittarius I KNOW Dec 17 to Jan 20

Their message :

Dear friend,

I am so glad the universe has sent me to you. I am so proud of you for fighting for your dreams and doing your best every day to be a better person. You have no idea how much this means to me that you are working so hard to walk in my footsteps. My soul is filled with warmth because of you. Thank you so much.❤️ I love you too!

Clarifications - 6 of cups, 6 of swords, King of pentacles, 8 of pentacles, Queen of pentacles, High priestess

This artist is a soulmate of yours. They had to leave for you to thrive. It was part of their journey to pass on to the other side for you to grow and for them to guide you. It was necessary because their departure triggered an awakening in you. Your gifts wouldn’t have woken up the way they are now otherwise. It was their duty to contribute to your accession to your throne. By that I mean that in order to claim your power and rise up to their level, they had to eclipse themselves and now evolve in the « dark » or in other words on the other side of the curtain. You and this artist mirror each other, especially when it comes to your careers. I would even go as far as to say that for some of you they are a divine counterpart. You are the High priestess. And I saw behind her the Magician. They were the spark and you are the torch that will pass on the knowledge. They’ve taught you everything they had to while they were living. Now is your turn to do the same. You can connect with this person through hard work but also by working on your gifts, especially your intuition. When they were living, they were very intuitive too. They were known as a hard worker and a force to be reckoned with. They inspired people to leave behind what didn’t serve them. And they are now trying to help you do the same thing they did : be a mentor and a guide for others, especially younger souls.

[anisespice]

“ hate your boyfriend ” || tokyo rev. pt. 2

one

synopsis: " you can pick me or your little boy. "

pairing: college!toman x gn!reader

warnings: mature language, sexual themes, MDI. toxic!toman, cheater!reader (pumpkin eater!!), enabling behavior, mild violence, vague descriptions of sex (cause i’m lazy), vulgar language, corny marvel joke, dirty-talk, moral compass is a roulette wheel in this one lol and i think that’s it :P 

notes: did a little continuation of the first one before doing more characters lol i’m happy you guys liked the concept, lemme know who you’d like to see next :))) i don’t hate this one, but i don’t love it either (except maybe mikey’s) buuuut hope yall enjoy! <333

tagged: @fantasycantasy , @spacegirl05​

A week had passed since the whole kick-back fiasco, and MIKEY had gone awol. Aki was over the moon about it, for obvious reasons; as far as he was concerned, he scared him off. Besides, the less you hung around the delinquent, the better for both of you.

“That guy’s just a nuisance, babe. Good riddance.”

Little did he know, this was a regular occurrence. Mikey always did this—Disappeared for days on end, only to pop right back up like he never left. Whether it be due to gang related issues, or because he felt like it, this frustrating habit was one of the reasons you invited him that night, despite knowing he’d pick a fight with Aki. You had missed him…in more ways than one. You knew it was only a matter of time before he came back to you.

And in the wee hours of the night, not far after said boyfriend left your place, you received a lone message from the former blonde himself.

from : bad influence ♡ 11:03pm     “ omw. ”

Short, but effective. His timing was impeccable, how he always managed to text the second you were alone was beyond you, but it made your heart race all the same. It was wrong, you knew that, Aki deserved better than someone who snuck around. You didn’t mean for it to get this far, but that was a guilt you’d deal with later. Mikey was your drug of choice, and tonight you craved another fix.

to : bad influence ♡ 11:07pm       “ okay. but just for a little while. ”

Even if you tried to play coy, to salvage whatever weak moral you had left, it didn’t matter—The only one you were fooling tonight was Aki.

from : bad influence ♡ 11:08pm      “ mhm. sure, angel. ”

It was a wonder how you didn’t draw blood with how harshly you clawed at his shoulders, fighting between wanting him closer or wanting to push him away. Mikey didn’t mind, though. On the contrary, he encouraged you to leave marks. As tempted as he was to leave his own, he figured beating up your insides would suffice.

Knowing you’ll struggle to walk tomorrow was all the reward he needed.

“God—fuuck,” he slurred, after a particularly hard thrust made you arch off the bed, forcing him to sink deeper. He gazed down at you with an all too pleased grin as you begged him for more. How could he deny you when you sounded so desperate? “Taking me so well, angel…always so good f’me…”

“J-Jiro..! Ahplease!” You sobbed, your knees practically knocking upside your temples as he increased momentum. Mikey snickered, angling his hips to continue ramming the spot that made your eyes cross, moans reaching octaves you didn’t even know you could hit.

“Mm, been feening for this dick, huh? Yeah? Maybe we should call up that smug bastard, let ‘em see how such good friends we are, right [______]? Bet he was real proud thinkin’ he got me to fuck off…but we both know who you really belong to. Don’t we?”

He wasn’t sorry. That’s the short end of it.

The moment Takeru decided to act all big and bad, breaking stuff in a place where he paid no bills, it was in DRAKEN’s right to set him straight; mama may not have raised him, but he still ain’t no bitch.

It took some coaxing on your end, but you were able to reel Draken back from turning your boyfriend inside out. But, after he forced him to pick up every broken piece of the lamp, he told Takeru to choose a number between one and ten.

“…Why?” Was his response. Draken raised a brow.

“That’s how many shards I’m gonna shove up your nose.”

“Ken!”

The look on the shorter male’s face was worth it, earning a threatening smirk from the mechanic as he slapped a heavy hand on his shoulder. “Ahh, y’look like you were about to shit yourself, man! Nah, I’m not gonna hurt you.”

For a moment, there’s relief in your boyfriend’s eyes. It was short-lived, of course. Especially once Draken’s grip tightened around his shoulder. “But I will. Don’t ever let me catch you pop off on [_____] like that again. Would hate for you to have to pick yourself up off the floor next time. You feel me?”

With a gulp, he gave a shaky nod; now he really looked like he shat himself. “Y-Yes…”

“Hah? Yes, what?”

“Y-Yes, Draken, sir?”

He rewarded the poor sucker’s obedience with a couple taps to the cheek just to spite him before sending him on his way. It was met with little protest, Takeru scurrying out of the room with lamp pieces still in his palms, not even sparing you a passing glance. 

“Text you later?” You called at his retreating form. When all you got was the sound of your front door slamming shut in response, you swiftly turned on your heel to aim a dejected frown at your other houseguest. Draken sardonically pouted back at you, reaching over to pinch your cheek until you swatted his hand away. “Why’d you do that, you totally freaked him out!” 

He wasn’t sorry. Draken shrugged. “Good.” 

Merely rolling your eyes, you headed for the small broom and dustpan in your closet to gather what little pieces Takeru left behind–Might as well busy yourself to delay addressing the elephant still in the room. Unfortunately, said elephant wasn’t about to let that happen. Before you could even think of sweeping anything, Draken gently grabbed your elbow, those same eyes that stared death into your boyfriend’s soul now filled with something else as they appraised you, melting through whatever cold exterior you tried to aim at him.

He leaned down closer, sporting a slanted grin that sent signals straight down to your core. Sometimes, you despised how easily he made your insides flutter by just existing.

“How much longer y’gonna entertain that fucking loser, huh? He wouldn’t know the first thing about handling someone like you.”

You hummed, fighting the giddy tremble in your body at the challenging air that surrounded you both. With the inkling of boldness you had, you took the bait. “What, like you would?”

He wasn’t sorry; you’d be though.

The way Draken split you in half would make Lucifer himself bite the pillow. Hovering over his gigantic frame, chest bare with your hands perched on each pec, he manhandled you to take every unforgiving inch of his dick, having you feeling downright discombobulated as your hips struggled to keep momentum.

Forget about seeing stars, at some point, you were certain you saw into the quantum realm; say hi to Ant-Man for me.

“K-Kenny...I can’t...t’s too much!” 

He cooed up at you, though there wasn’t an ounce of sympathy in his tone. If anything, Draken enjoyed himself thoroughly, tongue-in-cheek as he watched you fall apart in his lap, just like he knew you would. With the way you tightened up around him like a vice, as if your own body was against the thought of him stopping, the former blonde chuckled breathlessly.

“Use the safe word then, doll.”

You glared down at him, to the best of your ability. With him practically jabbing you in the lung, it was more than difficult to say the rebuttal as smartly as you wanted to. “Y-you think…you’re so-oh! So f-funny…”

He did. Absolutely he did. By making your boyfriend’s name the safe word, nothing would soften his dick quicker. Plus, he knew you didn’t need it; just like you didn’t need Takeru.

“What? It’d be the only way you’d ever scream it anyways.”

“Welcome back.”

You paused mid-step upon entering your apartment, not expecting the ravenette to still be there. With a deep exhale, you paid him no mind as you kicked off your shoes, irritated after a tiresome process of checking your boyfriend into the hospital.

To say BAJI did a number on him would be an understatement…Man’s fucked him up. Sure, maybe Makoto could’ve watched his tone when talking to someone with such a short fuse, but Baji could’ve at least exercised a little restraint.

…Oh, who were you kidding? It’s Baji.

“What, ya not talkin’ to me?” Barely sparing him a glance, you set your bag on the coffee table before heading for the bedroom for a much-needed shower. Baji didn’t take kindly to being ignored. He huffed, standing to meet you halfway as he trailed behind you. Even when you attempted to close the door in his face, he shouldered his way in anyway; it was gonna take more than that to deter him.

“Quit being mad…said I was sorry, damn.”

“No you didn’t,” you replied, incredulously. You really tried it with the silent treatment, but knowing him, it was only a matter of seconds before he'd get you talking again. Taking off the sweats you threw on in haste earlier, you continued. “You said, and I quote, ‘Talk shit, get hit,’ then fell asleep on the couch while I had to haul Makoto to the emergency room!”

Baji shuffled his feet, “…Well, I meant to say it. Jus' forgot.”

You scoffed, walking into your bathroom. "What are you even still doing here? Don't you have someone else's day to shit on?”

“Y’kicking me out now?” He teased, raising a brow. What he didn't expect was for you to start throwing your toiletries at him. Although his reflexes saved him for the most part, Baji still got hit a few times as he attempted to dodge between a shampoo bottle and mouthwash. "Whoa! Hey-!"

“Maybe I should! Do you have any idea how hard it was to get him in and out of my car with all that dead weight, let alone into the building? Not to mention, his emergency contacts were his uppity-ass parents, so after they chewed me out, I had to lie and say he saved me from getting mugged.”

“...They buy it?”

You tilted your head, exasperated. "Wow. And here I thought the next thing out of your mouth would be that apology you 'forgot' to say earlier…[Sigh] Whatever. You just better hope when Makoto wakes up he doesn't remember anything, or else we're both in deep shit."

“Tsk. The fuck’s he gonna do?”

“He could literally sue us.” You deadpanned.

“He’s a pussy, he wouldn’t be stupid enough to try me again. And if he gives you any shit for it, you let me know. I’ll take care of it.”

“Oh, you mean like how you did today? Pass.”

He groaned, “I said sorry!”

“No you didn’t! And still haven’t!”

At the moment, it felt like the conversation would just continue in circles. With Baji stubbornly claiming he was in the right, and you combating his warped logic with colorful language and more stuff thrown at him, it's a wonder how things ended up here–With your face pressed against the cold shower wall as he gave you his fucking apology.

Over, and over, and over again.

While one hand wrapped around the column of your throat, fingers shoved knuckle-deep into your mouth to pacify the excessive whines tumbling out, the other made use of gripping the meat of your thigh, giving you no chance of running from the punishing thwap of his hips ramming against your wet ass-cheeks. The water cascading over your bodies had long turned cold as Baji chased after orgasm number five, his muscles ached from the strain, but he'd be damned to stop until he was certain all was forgiven.

Even if it meant missing every single one of Makoto's phone calls.

“God, I am so, so sorry, Takashi. Can’t believe he just…I-I’ve never seen him act like that before. Does it hurt?”

MITSUYA, despite the sting in his split lip, gave you an easy grin. “Nah, y’know I’ve been through worse. Fucker hits like one of my younger sisters.”

You had brought him back to your place to ice the bruise forming on his jaw, still frazzled over what occurred in the last half hour. Back at the restaurant, everything seemed fine when you excused yourself to the bathroom, having a blast knowing that your two favorite people were actually getting along. Unbeknownst to you, there was a storm brewing in Hajime. And the second you were out of sight, he used this opportunity to set a record straight with Mitsuya.  

Evidently, he allowed his fists to do the talking. 

You groaned, rubbing down your face in distress. “We’ll probably never get to set foot in that restaurant again...’m so embarrassed.”

“Hey,” he softly reprimanded, “Don’t sweat it, t’s not your fault-”

“I’m the one who begged you to let him come with us in the first place. I mean, I know you two butt heads from time to time, but I didn’t think it’d ever turn that serious. Please, Taka, just tell me what happened.”

Mitsuya shook his head, about to lower the ice pack until you shot him a pointed look. With a small exhale through his nose, he kept it on his jaw while he spoke. “I told you, he was probably pissed he couldn’t get a free meal outta me-”

“Don’t bullshit me, Haji wouldn’t explode like that over a fucking chicken sandwich.” You huffed, frustrated at his evasive behavior. He was holding back information on purpose, you were certain. Ever since the fitting, he'd been acting weird all evening. And that fight only solidified your suspicions. “Just tell me what started it!” 

"Doesn’t matter."

"Taka-"

"Let it go, [______]." He laid back on your couch and made himself comfortable, even so much as turning on your tv to fill over the dead conversation. Mitsuya trained his eyes on the lit-up screen, still icing his jaw as he subtly avoided eye contact.

You could just scream.

Childishly, you snatched the remote from his hand and switched it back off. The lavender haired threw his head back in defeat, the hand holding the ice pack slowly coming down as Mitsuya eyed you from his peripheral; so stubborn.

“Be honest. It was about me again, wasn’t it?” His silence spoke volumes. “So it was then. Ugh, okay listen, I get that you’re both really protective of me, I do, but that doesn’t excuse-”

“I’m in love with you.”

You choked. Though, only on your words.

With that now hanging up in the air, you gaped like a damn goldfish, the remote slipping out your grasp and clambering to the floor with a clack. Mitsuya exhaled; no turning back now. “You…huh?”

“Yep. Have been for a while, actually.” He placed his arms behind the couch, wry smirk on his face. “Planned to tell you over dinner tonight, but that backfired fast, no thanks to that walking steroid you call a boyfriend.”

“Y-…You’re messing with me. Right?” The designer offered a humorless laugh, gesturing to his split lip and bruised jaw.

“Didn’t get hit for saying what a great pal you were, [______].”

Now it was your turn to be silent. A lump began to form in your throat, overwhelmed with the newfound information, borderline confession.

“So then…what did you say to Haji to make him so angry?”

For a split second, you saw a glint within his pools of amethyst as they slowly rendered to a deep violet. Staring at you from beneath his pretty lashes, Mitsuya resembled that of a starved animal on the verge of cornering its prey, causing a sudden warmth to envelop you as you squirmed under his heady gaze.

Sitting up a little, he merely beckoned you to his empty lap. You blinked widely at him, sputtering as you tried to protest the idea. But, what he said next played into your curiosity.

“C’mere, and I’ll show you.”

You blinked at him, uncertain; he made no move to rush you. If you were against the idea, you were more than welcome to decline and tell him to shove it. However, when you eventually crawled into the awaiting throne, settling all your weight on top of him to the point he couldn’t keep from groaning shamelessly, Mitsuya was fucking elated.

You gripped his shirt at the shoulders, sporting that signature pout you’d do whenever you wanted something from him—The designer was more than ready to give it to you. All you had to do was say so.

“Hajime’s gonna kill you if he finds out, though. Don’t want you getting hurt again because of me…”

Mitsuya chuckled, hands slowly rubbing up your thighs until they settled on your hips. “Don’t worry about it, sweet thing. He may have gotten two hits on me today, but all I need is one tomorrow.”

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[oleicim]

i wanna be a hayakawa child too pls can u write gn reader living with aki denji and power (mainly focusing on aki being a dad cuz it's funny to me LMAOO) and if you feel like it can the reader be a bit younger than denji and power maybe 14-15? just some random kid they picked off the streets and who aspires to be a devil hunter like aki

PART OF THE FAMILY

PAIRS: p!denji hayakawa x reader ,, p!power hayakawa x reader ,, & p!aki hayakawa x reader

WARNINGS: mention of starvation and uncleanliness ,, angsty attributes overall. reference to suicide, but not detailed at all-no character death. poor self-esteem (aki)

CIELO'S NOTE: this is so over the place but i hope its still okay!! there is no makima in this okay so we are all happy and living together in #peace because thats what everyone deserves... i seriously need to start proofreading

ONE ASSUMPTION MANY SHARED ON WHAT TYPE OF PERSON AKI HAYAKAWA WAS THAT HE WAS HEARTLESS. he seemed so, with that stoic expression and nonchalance of his in many situations where he should’ve shown distraught. but aki was the direct opposite of everything that word conveyed, all the antonyms of it gathered because aki wasn’t heartless, he was compassionate, just discreetly so.

although when the rumors of aki being heartless were asked to him, he’d say he was. it was only because he truly dreamt of being that disconnected from the world so he could just feel the immense pain and sorrow that continuously flooded his veins every minute of the day just disperse just for a second. but even this plain out rejection of the true caring quality he had; it could never be erased. as much as he agreed to the rumors and attempted to force this indifference people assumed of him, he did a number of selfless actions in the shadows that would always prove that he just couldn’t be that person.

so, even as he tried to still yet again close himself off from being humane, he couldn’t help but feel that familiar quality of caring when he had saw your malnourished body shivering in the alleyway. you were just a kid, younger looking than the idiots he’s grown to love. your eyes gleaming still, and it guffawed him that you still had that light in your eyes.

seeing you also reminded him of himself, when the gun devil massacre occurred and had left him as lonely and shivering as you were now. that’s what ultimately led him to stretch out his hand towards you. he wouldn’t allow anyone suffer the same fate he had been bestowed of, not when he has the choice to prevent that. he took the part as your sort of saving angel, despite his personal belief that he was still more of a corrupted being.

he told you then that you could only stay with him till you could pick yourself up, ideally a week to get some food in you and hydrate as well as bathe. but that week ultimately turned into two weeks, then three to four until it turned into months and to the point where the days are still counting.

you’ve got a drawer of clothes in aki’s dresser now, pair of shoes fitted in-between the space of denji’s and aki’s at the front door. you even have your own home slippers, a different color from the rest of the residents in the hayakawa household.

you were part of the family.

now it wasn’t hard to warm up to power, and in a short time you both were so close she said you will be her right-hand when she becomes president, learning that the role she deemed for you is actually called vice-president from a tired aki during dinner.

she's certainly overwhelming, with her shameless antics and loud boasts, but you don’t mind. it's better than the loneliness the streets gave you.

she uses you as her alibi or brings you in when she gets a scolding from aki so you could defend her, and because aki blatantly has shown that he favors you more than others she always gets off the hook.

besides that, “abuse” which aki calls it, power has her own way of doting on you and showing she does truly care, such as throwing out your vegetables during meals, so you won't endure its “nastiness” (that's what she says.)

she lets you play with meowy, and there are times you two and the kitty fall asleep together on the sofa, which has become your favorite pastime. power is unbelievably warm, and oddly soft to the touch. she crawls and latches onto you like a koala, and cradles you like she’s protecting you from the outside world. she lets you in on pranks and dangerous activities that lead aki to give her another scolding, and a firm warning to you.

denji is different, but not in a bad way. he at first was annoying and rejected you, but that was till he learned why you live with them, and then he started to warm up because you also reminded him of himself. he treats you now like power, doting on you with a faux annoyance at first to the action. he bathes you if you're too tired, and lets you poke and prod him and gives you a goodnight kiss on the forehead before you slip in the sheets of aki’s bed for the night.

he honestly looks after you more than he does for himself, making sure you're fine and well before he thinks about what he needs to do for him. that ends in late nights where he comes back from a mission and is so exhausted and weak that you help him swallow down a meal aki cooked earlier, as he hadn't eaten in many hours but made sure he begged aki to make dinner your favorite meal before he left.

what he does for you makes you choke back a sob at night when you think about it and how truly kind he is at heart.

but neither the softhearted but unhinged siblings of yours could take the place of aki’s as your favorite out of everyone in the unofficial family. aki hayakawa gave you everything, the normalcy of a domestic life that you were sure you wouldn't have been able to gain back out in the dirty alleyways. no one can ever top the amount of gratitude and admiration you have for the stoic man.

there’s also something special about how aki treats you, it's a contrast from how he is perceived. he treats you softly. you at times have to pout and tell him you're not a toddler because of how gentle he is, which he always gives out a breath of a laugh and a ghost of a smile in response.

he buys you anything you see, within certain extents, when he brings you out with him for mundane things like grocery shopping. and even then, any expensive item you like will end up in a couple weeks' time in a gift bag by your side of the bed.

theres also the fact of when you first came to live with them, and when everyone, including yourself, warmed up, he learned how to braid your hair. he wanted to help you out, as your hair had grown out a lot from the amount of time of you were out there. he learned the simple braid and that was your hairstyle till he reluctantly picked up scissors and watched a video on the decided hairstyle you wanted, even buying other products to keep up the maintenance your hair needed.

he was ultimately the father figure you dreamt of on those cold nights on concrete, and you couldn't have asked for anyone better so that's why even with denji’s selfless acts and power’s constant love nagging he still remained your favorite. even with his grumpy and nonchalant attitude, you loved him.

and aki equally loved you, so hearing your new boasts of how you wanted to be just like him made his heart stop and his breathing hitch. it was quite clear that aki didn't have a great self-image of himself, he was a man previously living solely on avenging his family, he was rage and depression bottled up and living on the brink of breaking, until you and the others came along. but that inner turmoil still left its fragments inside of him, and aki didn't ever want you to feel or be the same way as him. he doesn't want you to endure the mornings where he has to remember he has people that truly care for him now, that he has people to live for, to protect, so he won’t make a life altering decision.

he knows your words come from a good heart, aki knows that you see him as your savior and he feels a little better at the thought of being a saint to someone such as you. but he still grimaces internally when you state you’ll be as great as him, he loves you so much that it hurts in good and bad ways when he hears your idolization. he’s not what you think, he tells himself, but you do. you’ve grown to know who he is underneath that tough facade and still continue to want to be like him.

you admire his strength for what he has endured, and want to be like him in that aspect. you want your compassionate quality to be as large as his so you could help people like he helped you. he’s your favorite, through in and out and you want to be everything he is.

this all brought you here, standing in front of the television and blocking the comedic show from your unofficial siblings and father figure. they all stared at you, denji’s brows furrowed with an open jaw that you guess is about to let out an annoyed question to what you're doing, whilst power just stared at you with the same intensity denji had, while aki just bored his attention onto you.

“hey! what are you-”

before he could finish the sentence, you had predicted to note, you looked straight at aki, a newfound determination set on your features as you clenched your fists.

“i wanna be a devil hunter jus’ like you!”

your words reverberated against the walls of the apartment, and you could see the eyes of aki and denji widen in reaction, but to your surprise you could see more shock coming from aki. you had thought about this decision for a while, your admiration blossoming for aki as each day passes and it's become so overwhelming that you couldn't just not take an actual step towards being just like him.

denji smirked, puffing his chest as he let out a sigh. “ah, i knew you’d want to be as good as me!” he exclaimed, and your own brows furrowed, and you drifted your attention from aki towards your brother who took the direction of your statement to himself. “what!? not you, idiot!!!!” you rebutted, which resulted in an obnoxious laugh from power, her body falling to the floor as she held her stomach and kicked her legs, spurting out words of insults to denji as he started to argue with power in frustrated embarrassment.

the bickering got louder as the two started to fight, and you chose to ignore them like always and looked back at the stunned aki. the man sat there still with crossed legs, but his gaze seems clouded as he was lost in thought.

“aki?” you said, moving to sit down on the floor next to him, his glossed over eyes moving with you as he kept his stare on you. the man then blinked, once, twice, before he seemed to snap out of his world.

aki knew you’d eventually start to take steps towards your admiration, but not this soon. it was endearing and scary and oh so overstimulating to think about your decision. but he knew you long enough that the determination of yours could never die out, the proof being the light that still gleamed in your eyes on that day he found you.

“really? are you sure?...” his words are soft but had a firm tone, and his seeming acceptance to your words throw you off a bit. you nod after a few beats of silence between you two, the bickers of your siblings drowning out in the background as you focused on the conversation with aki. “yes. i want to be jus’ like you aki.” you confirmed, and before he can refute that he isn't everything you say he is you speak again. “i wanna be able to be strong enough to protect people i love jus’ like you, to save others so they dont leave behind people who will be on the streets like me.” the explanation that falls off your lips made aki’s bustling mind quiet for seconds, your words being drunk in by him.

then, he nodded, slowly, then reached out, moving your body to rest against his side as your head found place in the crook of his neck and your body unconsciously melts into a cradle position beside him. his left hand stretches to rest on the arm that's tucked in front of your body, and the other is placed on top of your head. it was his last chance to properly shield you from the world before throwing you back in it.

“okay, we’ll start with basics, no devil contracts or actual battles just yet.”

CIELO'S SECRETS !!

aki legally adopted you so your last name is actually hayakawa! your siblings are still waiting to gain their actual hayakawa last name :P

i rewrote this 5 times and i still cant seem to like it >:( but this one was the best version! i liked writing about the siblings tee hee.

[loko4koko]

·:*¨༺ ♱✮♱ Aki Hayakawa x fem!Reader ♱✮♱ ༻¨*:·

>fanart_credit: einruji__ (via_twitter)

>MDNI 18+

>word_count: 1230

>contents: smoking fetish, lots of talk of cigarettes, established relationship, sexual nudity, implied p in v, oral sex (f receiving), fingering (f receiving), hair pulling (m receiving), dom!reader if you squint really really super hard, aki calls you angel and you call him baby, aki being sooo boyfriend n soo in love with u *~*

aki likes to watch you smoke.

he likes it when it’s the morning, when you light up on the balcony of your shared apartment while drinking your first of many cups of coffee, breathing a deep sigh of relief after a long drag. it just might be his favorite part of the morning, watching you bask in that first taste of tobacco and nicotine of the day. he likes it when it’s the middle of the day and you’re out and about with him, putting a cigarette to your lipstick-coated lips while you sit across from him outside of a cafe, a manicured hand held out to ash away from the wind. he admires you and your commitment to common courtesy, even if he doesn’t mind a little ash or smoke-scented air blowing in his face. he likes it when it’s later in the evening, before you two eat the dinner you so lovingly prepared, and you want to get a little stoned so you roll up a joint, one that you politely offer to him (that he sometimes can’t deny) with the pungent smoke coming out of your nose, laughing as you choke on the smoke tricks you try to impress him with.

he likes to watch you smoke.

aki cant deny that, while it’d been hypocritical in the truest sense of the word, he’d tried to encourage you to stop when the two of you first started dating over a year ago. any time you’d pull out your pack of cigarettes, he’d playfully, but still earnestly, chide you and your habit. very ironic of him, however, that minutes later he’d be pulling out his own, leaving you to jokingly glare at him while he just shrugged. as much as he cared about you and your health, he also cared to let you be your own person, the grown adult you were before you’d begun dating, before you’d even met. he couldn’t rightfully police you from doing something he wasn’t going to stop himself from doing, so the scoldings died down and soon enough he was offering you a lighter when you needed, or bringing you home a pack of your preferred brand if he knew you were running low. aki just wanted to make his sweet girl happy, and if that meant he’d get a smile after surprising you with a pack of smokes or a cute, girly lighter to aid in your bad habit, then so be it.

there were other times when aki liked to watch you smoke, too. he thinks of how pretty you look when he fucks you slow and deep, makes you cry and cum on repeat and you lie there on the bed you share, short on breath and still a little tongue-tied from the intensity of it all. he watches your sheen-coated naked form reach for the pack of cigarettes on your nightstand, popping one in your swollen, pretty pout and fumbling for the lighter. it’s almost funny to him that you’ve practically pavlovian-conditioned yourself into craving a smoke immediately after an orgasm, something he couldn’t blame you for if he tried, but he’s too busy being suffocated by your raw sensuality, your beauty to actually acknowledge the fact. he always thinks that you’d make a good painting like this, splayed across the bed in your fucked-out haze, receiving what he imagines to be your second favorite pleasure in the form of the little nicotine-filled stick. you smile lazily up at him from around your cigarette and his cheeks burn as he realizes his cock is stirring from between his legs again already. he can’t even be sure what makes him harder: the sight of you naked and sweaty and well-fucked by him, or the sight of you naked in what used to be just his bed, smoking away to your heart’s content. most definitely some perverse amalgamation of both, he’s sure.

his thoughts on your consistency of smoking after sex come second only to the thing he likes watching more: you smoking during sex. aki thinks there’s nothing in the world that could make him harder than when you’re relaxing with a cigarette between your lips and just enough room between your thighs for him to fit. he’ll get on his knees, or flat on his stomach, any way he has to to get to his destination as quickly as possible. he’ll pull your pants down or your skirt up, tugging whatever cute little panties you’re wearing to the side to gaze upon your pretty cunt. you’d almost be surprised if you hadn’t already been in this exact position a multitude of times since you’d been with the man, a giggle leaving you as you bring your cigarette back to your lips from the ashtray, free hand dropping whatever you were up to to card your fingers through aki’s inky hair. “what’s it gonna be today, baby? your pretty fingers or your pretty mouth?” aki’s nuzzling his nose up against your pussy and inhaling deep the aroma of youyouyou, you and your cigarette, a filthy act that makes you shiver, when he answers you.

“both.”

both was the absolute truth. aki’s 3 fingers deep into your slit and you’re gushing around him, eyes locked with his as your cigarette dangles haphazardly between your lips. his own lips haven’t left your clit the entire time, slurping and sucking, tongue flicking at your swollen bud. there’s smoke escaping when you moan and cry out for him, and he thinks he may have died and gone to his own version of heaven. your thighs pressed against the sides of his face, your fingers in his hair, his mouth filled with the taste of you, and nose full of the scents you offer, aki is in the most delicious sensory overload he could ever ask for. he can tell you’re close, with the way your eyes slip shut and your cunt clenches around his fingers, so he works in overtime to bring you to the edge. he makes damn sure to keep his eyes open and on you the entire time, no matter how badly he wants to give in and close his eyes, losing himself in the bliss that you bring him. he has to see, has to watch you fall to pieces before him like it’d be a cardinal sin not to. the cigarette between your lips is nothing but the filter now, and it falls to the ground when you call out his name, head falling back against the arm of the sofa. your fingers grip his hair impossibly tight and he moans against your pussy, swallowing up every little drip drop of slick that leaves you as you cum for him. his fingers inside of you have yet to slow down, never ceasing the onslaught of pressure against the delicate spot that has tears slipping from your lash line. “c’mon, angel, one more time. gimme another one, i cant ever get enough of you.” your chest is heaving as you nod at him, the plea in his eyes too much for you to be cruel and say no. you reach over and pull another cigarette from your pack and flick your lighter, and aki takes that as his sign to get back to his meal.

aki likes to watch you do anything, but he really likes to watch you smoke.

>authors_note: i have officially joined the whore for aki train and im never ever getting off of it i..think that i love him like real bad like SO bad

© loko4koko 2023

[degenerateshinji]

(timeline: international assassins arc)

"Where are we...?!"

"Ah..." Atsushi's eyes widened in fear.

"We're here..." Akutagawa quickly mumbled, though Atsushi was already aware of it himself. He recognized this place somehow, distantly. "...This can't be good."

He looked over his shoulder to the rest of division four all checking on Denji, but he was too preoccupied with himself to bother doing the same. He could feel himself begin to tremble.

"I'm human." He uttered. "I am human. A-Akutagawa, will you protect me?" He feebly said, and he felt tears begin to well up.

"I'll do what I can."

Atsushi looked over to notice something wrong with the rest of the fiends. They also seemed to be panicking like he was. But for the sake of keeping his cover, Atsushi tried to ignore the gradual buildup of sweat all over his body. He was shivering, too.

"Angel! Do you know what this place is?" Aki shouted, and Atsushi felt a chill travel up and down his spine.

"We're finished. This is hell... It's hell's scent." He said. Atsushi started screaming when he heard the word, and Akutagawa bent down beside him to comfort him. The others turned their heads, but also started shouting themselves, and had no time to check on him. He heard some of the fiends on the enemy's side begging to be killed, and he honestly felt some of that same fear himself, too.

"Ah! Someone's coming! Something's coming! It's here!" She screamed, and everyone looked up in fear as one of the doors hanging above them opened with a low creaking sound. "The darkness devil..."

A small speck of pure black hit the ground with a splash. The severed bodies of multiple astronauts lined up in a perfect path for the devil to walk through. Atsushi calmed his screams, with Akutagawa's arm around him.

"Akuta-"

Ribbit.

He violently felt both his arms being ripped off him in one go. When he looked around, he realized the same had happened to everyone else. But he couldn't process anything.

The devil stood right before them.

"My arms...! M-My...!" Atsushi choked out. The rest were also mumbling something similar to him. Akutagawa sat down beside him.

"I am the doll devil." Another one of division four's enemies knelt down before the powerful devil that had appeared. "I've brought you chainsaw's heart as per the contract." He continued, looking over at Denji. "Please give me the power to kill Makima."

Makima? It always comes back to her, doesn't it?

In outrage, Denji shouted, asking the man his intentions. The sound hurt his head.

"..shi. Atsushi." Akutagawa's voice came right into his ear. "Won't you bleed out? You're alright, right?" He sounded concerned. Atsushi looked around in fear, only to see that just about everyone, all his friends, had the exact same expression as he did; a terrified concern for what was to come next.

"I'm fine." He mumbled. "I won't die. I promise."

He heard a crumble from beside him. One of the men assigned to protect Denji had turned to stone. He turned to where Denji was, only to see the shark fiend trying to feed him his blood.

"...Right..." Atsushi pushed Akutagawa to the ground and poured the blood from where his limbs were severed into Akutagawa's mouth.

"What...?"

"Protect us, Akutagawa. You're powerful, so please..."

"I can't!" He angrily shouted as he took Atsushi's blood in and regenerated his body. "I can't, because you'll get diseased, and I can't heal humans! You'll all die!"

"You're the only one who can-" He stopped as he saw the shark fiend get sliced up into tens of pieces. "Ah...Ah...I'm next, I'm...!" Atsushi backed away in fear.

One of the enemy assassins, despite everything, ran towards the devil, but she was met with the same fate. Every devil and fiend among them was cut through, injured viciously, Akutagawa being no exception. His limbs were harshly twisted into something unrecognizable, and though it seemed painful, his expression didn't change. When the devil made its way towards Atsushi, though, it halted.

"P-Please... I just want to live..." He pathetically cried, before feeling a chasm-shaped hole where his heart was meant to be, and all over his body.

"Atsushi!" Akutagawa shouted from the ground next to him. His voice was pained, and louder than he'd ever heard it before. He nudged up next to Atsushi and forced his arms back into place to grab his shoulders to lay him on his lap. Atsushi saw that he had many wounds, he was bleeding, but he was still in better condition than himself now. "What do I do? Wh-What can I...?" His voice was broken.

"My blood." Atsushi muttered. "Drink my blood. Heal. Get me out of here."

"..."

"I'm not alive, Akutagawa. I can't be - You can heal me if I get diseased. Trust me. Do it."

And so, after briefly looking at the rest of the group and deciding Atsushi was the only one he could bring himself to care about, he carefully licked around Atsushi's wounds, trying to take in the blood to heal himself. Then, he transformed himself into his devil form and dragged Atsushi down with him into the puddle of liquid which formed. Atsushi felt himself being engulfed by it, and shut his eyes tight. He felt warm, which is something he didn't feel in Hell.

"Atsushi..." Akutagawa woke him on a rooftop. "It's only been a few minutes. The others made it out okay thanks to Makima, you don't have to worry..." His voice sounded broken again, and Atsushi wanted to reach out to grab his face, when he realized he no longer had the means to do that. "You promised you wouldn't die, but..." He was near tears.

Atsushi suddenly felt a horrible guilt wash over him.

"I-I don't know what to do... Atsushi, please..." He knelt down and stared directly into Atsushi's eyes. As he came to more, he started to hear the sounds of the commotion down below. Maybe Akutagawa brought him to a rooftop just to get away from all that, just so that Atsushi wouldn't have to hear it.

"I can heal if you give me blood." Atsushi started, anxiously. "It's, uh... It's part of my devil contract. So if you give me your blood, then - "

"You'll die."

Atsushi sighed. "Akutagawa, I'm going to die regardless, please just listen to me..."

"I can't!" He cried out. "I can't be the one to kill you!"

"I won't die if you give me your blood. Just, please, don't wait too long..."

Akutagawa stared at Atsushi's face, still, for a second, silently, before coughing with his mouth closed. A near inhuman sound came from his throat as he brought a hand up to cover it. Atsushi could smell blood coming from him as he continued to cough up more and more into his mouth. He leaned down and kissed Atsushi, passing the blood from his mouth to Atsushi's, who grunted as he took it in. He couldn't feel himself regenerate, though.

Akutagawa pulled away and Atsushi stared at him, heartbroken. He chuckled a bit. "Sorry. I guess I'm not immortal like some of the others... I'm just a fiend, after all. But you tell everyone I'm a human, please. That I died a human."

"You are human." He sobbed.

"Good. Kiss me again. It's the last thing I'd like to do."

"You can't leave me..."

"I don't mean to, Akutagawa. I do care for you. Please grant me my last wish."

Akutagawa, trembling, leaned down and picked Atsushi's head off his lap gently to kiss him. Atsushi wanted nothing more than to swing his hands around Akutagawa's neck, but he instead laid static.

"Thank you." He weakly said.

"Atsushi... Atsushi..." Akutagawa pulled him up and hugged him tightly as he could feel Atsushi's heart rate steadily increasing against his own chest. Atsushi opened his mouth to say something once more, but he couldn't seem to form words. He let out a choked cry before dying in Akutagawa's arms. Akutagawa tightened the grip even more when he felt his heart stop. He was convinced that if he embraced him tight enough, Atsushi would simply come back to life.

He screamed.

"Akutagawa. There you are."

Makima walked over the rooftop and towards him. The sky had cleared, and it was night. He thought he smelled burning a bit ago, but he lost all perception of time by now. He just knew he was still holding Atsushi, and he progressively got more and more cold as time went on.

"...Makima." Akutagawa recognized her voice and greeted her. He didn't turn around.

"I've been looking for you. Is that Atsushi?"

"He's dead."

"It's been over an hour, Akutagawa. You're still holding onto him?"

Akutagawa tightened his grip again as he buried his face into Atsushi's shoulder. "What do you want?" He shut his eyes tightly and imagined Atsushi was hugging him back.

"It's late. You have to get back to your quarters. I don't want a devil running rampant at night." Makima reasoned with next to no emotion in her tone.

"I don't want to go back. And I won't be running rampant, either. I won't move from this spot. I just want to sit here a bit longer."

"You can't. You have to go home now. It's the rule. I can't help that." She continued.

"You mean I'm breaking the law, right? Kill me. I'll be with him." He dully said. "I'll be..." His voice broke again as he buried his head deeper into Atsushi's neck. He couldn't feel him at all, and it was more than just unsettling.

"This isn't punishable by death, Akutagawa." She sighed as if he were being ridiculous. "Besides, Atsushi was the tiger fiend. If he did die, then the tiger devil's back in Hell now."

"He was human."

"I know he liked to tell you that, but he truly wasn't. I'm sorry he lied to you." She knelt down by him. "Can I have his body? I'll bury it somewhere nice, I promise."

"I don't want you to do that."

"You can't hold onto him forever. Haven't his limbs gone stiff by now?" She reached out to touch his shoulder, but Akutagawa pushed her hand away.

"Kill me now, and you can bury us together." Akutagawa proposed, which got Makima upset.

"I get it's unfortunate he died, but you can't throw your life away just because of that. You're a devil, Akutagawa, you're meant to fear death." She stood up.

"I feared for his death. I don't care much about my own life anymore now." Akutagawa shifted as he laid Atsushi's body down on the floor. He stared at his corpse, and noticed it was starting to rot. It must've been the result of his blood, and he felt even worse. He could feel tears welling up once more, but Makima lifted his head to stop him from looking at it.

"Get home. I'll discuss this with you in the morning."

"Heart."

Makima stumbled back as she suddenly felt her heart beat slower and slower. "...My..." She mumbled as she dropped to the ground. Akutagawa did, too.

"If I kill you, I'll be executed as a devil, right? Have I yet overstepped my boundaries?" He sounded pained, yet furious at the same time, unlike Makima, who was rendered speechless as she tried to gasp for air. Akutagawa turned his head to watch her as she entered cardiac arrest just like him. He felt a slight pain when he realized Atsushi wouldn't be there to heal him this time, so he began slowly healing himself.

"It's a shame, Akutagawa. You were one of our strongest. One of our best. I suppose next time I'll have to make sure none of our agents die, in case this happens again." He heard Makima's voice from right behind him and frantically turned his head towards her.

"W-What? How?" He asked in shock now, in fear. "Wait, you're...!" Akutagawa cut himself off.

Makima knelt down and propped him up to his knees, too, before whispering into his ear. "You'll go home, you'll get a good night's rest, and you'll be thinking clearly again in the morning."

Akutagawa felt his heart rate increase in fear, before it returned to normal, despite the disease he'd just given himself. He somehow even felt relieved of it now. He began, "I will go home... I will sleep... My sincerest apologies, miss Makima."

"And take care of yourself, alright?" She stood up and took Akutagawa up with her. "I'll deal with the body."

"Thank you, miss." He soullessly said, but when he looked back at Atsushi, he still felt a pain wash over him. "I loved him." He said. "I still do."

"I know." Makima smiled as she picked up Atsushi's corpse and slung him over her shoulder. "You'll talk to him again tomorrow, you'll be thinking clearly. Today was blurry, you don't remember it too much."

Akutagawa silently nodded before turning into his devil form and slowly creeping down the side of the building until he reached the streets below. Quietly, he strolled back to his home at Public Safety.

Makima watched him leave, before looking around her to make sure nobody was watching. She once more laid Atsushi down and placed a hand over the hole on his chest.

"Revive."

[mitsuyaya]

[ The most jealous man I know ] hayakawa aki

♡ contains: 1k+ words. MDNI, smut, jealous aki, pwp, vaginal sex, unprotected sex, kissing/making out, brief fingering, brief degradation, pet names (angel, baby)

♡ summary: you never thought that aki is capable of being jealous until tonight that is.

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despite being in a relationship for how many years with aki, this must probably be the first time you ever see him act this way, this furious, jealous.

“it’s really not what you think” you tried to reason with him, to lessen the anger radiating off his body but he didn't respond, still unmoving from his position at the side of the bed. at this point you're starting to lose your temper, patience gradually vanishing from your body.

“I don't get why you're so angry, we were just having a normal con-” your words were cut off when aki pushes you down to the bed, lowers himself on top of you while caging you in between his muscular arms “you know that isn't the first time I find you with another man tonight.”

“what do you mean?” you tried to push him off but it's futile, his hold on you only tightens the more you try. “you were flirting with that damn old geezer”

you shake your head, anger starts to crackle from inside you “you mean kishibe? I wasn't flirting with him! i'm just asking him about you!” aki freezes, for a moment you thought he'll loosen his hold on you but he doesn't, his expression morphed into something else, something ominous.

“yet you still act all chummy and shit with him” you were about to retort when he leans down and captures your lips in an aggressive kiss, heated, contrary to all of his kisses before. he bites your lower lip, not hard enough to draw blood but enough for him to make you open your mouth and push his tongue inside.

without breaking the kiss, aki removes his grip on your wrist, hooking his fingers into the waistband of your pants, tugging it along with your panties, and tossing it somewhere within the bedroom floor. aki pulls back first, removing the remaining articles of clothing from you and throwing it where your other clothes are.

“look at you” he stares down at you, bare skin glistening under the ceiling light, eyes glazed over, already shaking from excitement when all he's done is to kiss you. “what a slut”

aki places a kiss on the side of your mouth, moving into your neck as you feel his warm, wet tongue drag up the column of your throat, moving even further he kisses your bare stomach, nipping and sucking at your soft skin until a blueish-purple mark blossoms.

“don’t tease, p-please” you whined, fuck you look so pretty like this, he might just keep you for himself. aki couldn't control himself anymore, the tent in his pants becoming more painful as he looked at you. so with a swift movement, he takes off his shirt, pants and underwear.

aki positions himself at your entrance, not entering fully. he spits on your cunt, dripping down into your folds, thumb pressing hard on your aching clit, it's so unexpected that you arch your back, moaning loudly. it sounds heavenly, feels like he could get lost just listening to your angelic moans.

aki continues to work his fingers, sliding two and then plunging it inside, the sensation is so intense that you can't control your voice, loud whines and moans echoing into your ears, embarrassed you put a hand over your mouth.

“don’t do that” aki pushes your hand away, trapping both of your hands as he lowers himself again. “don’t hide your pretty moans from me.” nodding at his command, aki removes his hand from yours, wrapping it around his cock as he gives it a few lazy pumps.

aki kisses you again, a bit gentler this time, he keeps his lips rested against yours as he pushes inside you. despite prepping you, he wasn't able to push inside with ease—it’s a slow, almost painful experience. you move your mouth to his shoulder as he makes gentle progress.

when he's buried into the hilt, you drop your head back into the pillows, the discomfort and pain from earlier shifts into pleasure. aki slowly pulls out, groaning as he pushes inside again with a bit more force this time.

“fuck, so tight angel” he exhales sharply, the ends of his hair falls over your shoulder, tickling your skin. the lewd sound of skin slapping, whines and grunts filled the room, urging him to go even deeper, even faster.

“aki–ngh fuck more” you lift your hips, trying to meet his thrust, aki could only smirk as he shoves his cock deeper, giving you just what you wanted.

god, he's beautiful. the muscles in his arms flex with each roll of his hips, the sweat beading into the side of his face only makes it even hotter.

“shit” he curses, pulling all the way out “this pussy is mine yeah?” only for him to push it even deeper, repeatedly hitting that sweet spot inside of you that it made you see stars. you can only nod dumbly, his words were nothing more than incoherent noises as he fucks you good, impales you even deeper on his thick cock.

“n-ngh, g-gonna cum please” you moaned, aki slides a thumb over your clit, putting enough pressure that it sends such an intense jolt over your whole body.

“yeah? then do it, cum. cum all over my cock baby” you let out a bunch of ‘thank yous’, aki leans down to meet your mouth in a frantic kiss, swallowing your moans while you release all over his dick.

you're still trembling beneath his touch when he thrusts into you again, the waves of your orgasm still rolling through your system when he lifts up onto his knees and grabs your waist, pulling you to meet each thrust.

with a few more thrust, aki’s cock twitches between your warm, tight walls, ribbons of cum spurting your insides, mixing with yours, staining the sheets beneath you. he tenses up and drops his weight on you.

“i’m sorry” he groans, “I got carried away.” then he's kissing you, intense kisses at first until it grows sweeter, softer, slower — different from his kiss earlier.

“i’m really sorry, it's just that” you cut him off, cupping his face between your palms “let's talk about it later, yeah?” aki nods, his eyes no longer hold the same expression as a few moments ago.

you wrap your arms around him, pulling him closer to you, aki places one final kiss into your nose as the room dwindled into silence.

[figurativepieceoftrash]

Avid supporter of avoiding your wips.

Not sure if you have something you specifically want to write but Fiend!Aki has been rotting in my own drafts with no where to go

There were so many ways I could've interpreted this prompt and I'm almost 100% certain I did it wrong but here's an Asa/War spin on the Aki and Gun Devil situation, for, y'know, funsies

Sorry it took so long, I ended up procrastinating on this just like I do my wips, so y'know, obviously this exercise worked out super well :P

Here you go regardless <33

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Aki doesn’t remember much about the incident.

The sound of gunshots. Scattered screams. A stinging, smokey smell thick in the air, as dense and inescapable as the aftermath of Obon. Cold metal smattered across his taste buds, rife with the selfsame rust-touched exigency as blood.

He’d been dreaming, or so Denji relates from the bedside of a maximum security hospital room. A dream he’s certain he could recall, if he wished to. He doesn’t.

Makima had called him lucky, as she’d studied him with those hypnotic, unblinking eyes. Unharmed, save a few noncommittally lingering scars. 

She’d dragged a slow, lazy finger across the red band of his upper arm, and his heart had raced thrice as swiftly in his chest. Said something about them having to reattach it in the ER, about Denji having done quite the number.

Aki hadn’t heard a thing. He’d been far too busy staring into those eyes. They’d lit something in the back of his brain, a sharp, nagging spark of recognition, persistent and enduring. It was only then he’d thought to ask after the Angel Devil, only then that he’d been certain the two were conversing, when it’d happened.

The spark in the barrel. The moment of ignition. The suckerpunch recoil.

Makima had just smiled. Pressed a smooth, gentle fingertip to Aki’s lips. Somehow, after that, the question didn't matter. It still doesn’t.

“You’re a very unique specimen, Aki,” Makima had noted, head cocked and eyes alight with dark curiosity, “can you tell me why the Gun Devil has taken such a keen interest in you?”

He’d tried not to flinch at the name. He’s still upset that he’d failed. “No. Just that I wish it hadn’t.”

The corners of her mouth had twitched at that. Such a minute movement, so human, but Aki had found an impression of intentionality in it, somehow. The careful, premeditated performance of organic vulnerability.

“You’d rather it left you to die?”

He’d thought of Power, then. Of Denji. No. 

The death count still rolling across the wall-mounted hospital television, the footage of a gun barrel protruding from his forehead, his brother, his parents, his commitment. Yes.

What he says is “maybe.”

She’d laughed at that, high and clear as a bell, and Aki isn’t even angry for it. He can’t be. It’s Makima.

“I’m glad,” she’d said, “that you’re mine.”

Aki couldn’t agree more. He just wishes the back of his brain would too. It’s still sounding off even now, muted as it is. Still doesn’t like the look of Makima, of her eyes.

Still thinks of Angel, even when Aki finds he can’t.

“This sucks.” Power’s complaints had been predictably ineloquent. “The apartment is trashed so I can’t see Meowy, this hospital is super boring, and Denji doesn’t even have enough cash to buy me stuff from the vending machine. I’m hunggggryyyyy!”

She wasn’t trying to be insensitive, Aki knew. If things had been difficult for her after their run in with the Darkness Devil, they were even more difficult now that she’d seen one of the few enduring constants in her life behave unpredictably. Dangerously. Lethally.

He’d almost killed Denji. Several times he’d almost killed Denji. So he’d offered her an arm.

“Here. Only take a little. If you bite too hard I’ll knee you in the stomach.”

She’d been quick to accept the offer and even quicker to disregard the warning, needle-sharp teeth breaking over his skin and digging straight into sensitive nerves. He’d forced himself to take his eyes off the river of stray blood that slid down his bicep. It resurfaced too many memories. Memories of gunshots and screams, smoke and metal.

“Yuck!” The exclamation had taken him completely by surprise. Doubly so when Power had withdrawn to spit the contents of her mouth down the front of his hospital gown. “Fiend blood can be so gross. This stuff tastes like steel.”

“Thanks,” he’d muttered darkly, thoughts turning over the heart of her complaint as he’d risen to visit the bathroom. 

Fiend blood. 

It was the first time anyone had said it aloud, in those terms. He's fine with amalgam. With anomaly. Even threat is alright, considering that it is, for all intents and purposes, accurate.

And the fact that it, like its equally vague, shapeless peers, places distance between Aki and the thing he's become. A thin wall of uncertainty to shield the was from the is. The familiar from the unthinkable.

Aki always thought he hated false comforts. Now, he's beginning to suspect he'd just never been introduced to a truth worthy of delusion.

It visits him sometimes, the Gun Devil, always in the dead of night and always terribly, gut-wrenchingly accusatory. Vaguely translucent, it positions itself in the corner of his room and stays there. Mute. Gleaming. Inhumanely still.

Power and Denji can't see it, of course, which means that one way or another, it resides in Aki’s head. This should be comforting, according to Makima, the fact that the Gun Devil is contained, and better, under control of the Japanese government.

There's no real control to this though, Aki thinks, the strange pseudo-peace between himself and the time bomb ticking within the fragile confines of his skull. Just the illusion of it.

He doesn't recall anything leading up to the inciting incident. Doesn't know how he died or what allowed the devil to take control. Why it lost it, following his concussion. When it might try its luck again.

This is why Aki has been forced to reside in the Commission’s headquarters, subject to intrusive levels of surveillance and constant physical surveys. Partial host autonomy isn't unheard of, in the case of fiends, but it is exceedingly rare, especially regarding beings of the Gun Devil's caliber.

Aki imagines he can't be as singular as Denji, but then again, Denji isn't quite so unpredictable. The Gun Devil can't be sated by the promise of simple pleasure, can't be reasoned with, or even communicated with, to Aki’s most meticulous observation.

It's as thoughtless as it is brutal, the epitome of action without thought. Maybe this is because it's technically incomplete, or maybe it's because the concept it represents is ultimately more tool than perpetrator. Aki can't say.

Can't force himself to care, either.

He glares at the thing when it shows its presence, hurling the occasional obscenity in the case that he's certain of his own seclusion. Nothing impacts it though, not really. It just stares, and stares, and stares.

Makima’s visits are sporadic at first, cursory and seemingly meaningless, but they grow with time, both in consistency and purpose. Oddly enough, most of her inquiries don't relate to Aki’s condition. They relate to Denji.

“Is he progressing socially with the staff?”

“How attached would you say he is to his new accommodations?”

“Is he happy?”

Aki doesn't question Makima's seeming obsession–in all honesty, he suspects he couldn't if he wanted to. He just nods along or shakes his head as required, answering swiftly and candidly as he's able.

Giving Makima the things she wants is second nature, simpler and more automatic than breathing. He never thinks to question it, if he even thinks at all.

The Gun Devil appears sometimes, just after she leaves the room. These are the only occasions in which it seems to display agency, or at the very least, some degree of behavioral variation. Because then, it doesn't stare at Aki. It stares at the door.

It stares after Makima.

“Does the Chainsaw Devil ever do that?” He can't help but ask over a tray of bland hospital food. Power and Denji already swiped up everything with flavor. “Manifest visually?”

“Like, can I see him? Nah.” Denji frowns, the expression oddly melancholic. “Wish I could, though.”

And Aki is just as lost as ever.

The doctors tell him his vitals are normal. That his brainwaves are consistent. Obviously his head isn't a gun.

“You can't transform at will?” One asks, eyebrow raised. “That's unusual, based on what we've observed.”

Aki just shrugs. What about his situation isn't?

He gets the impression that the commission is dissatisfied with his lack of control over the Gun Devil, presumably because it means they can't effectively employ it.

“We've lost more than we've gained here,” one surveyor whispers to another when they think he's asleep, though he isn't quite lucid enough to catch the rest of it. He does think on though, at least until Makima returns and his mind, once again, goes numb.

Things are consistent, for a good while. Predictable. Almost comfortable, if he ignores his midnight visitor. Power finds a hobby in harassing the hallway guards. Aki learns the weekly rotation schedule of his doctors. Denji is relaxed again. Contented, just like Makima seems to desire.

And Aki, too, is happy. Until one night, without warning or prior fanfare, something changes.

It's dark outside, far past one in the morning, and silent for it. Nothing distracts Aki from his mute, late night musings aside from Power and Denji’s soft, even breathing and the familiar background whirr of facility electronics.

And then, something speaks.

“You should run.”

Aki jolts up, ramrod straight, in bed, stirring, but not waking, Denji and Power with the motion. The voice is foreign, deep and grating like rebar dragging across concrete, and it sets every nerve in his body immediately on edge.

His gaze lands, immediately, on the figure in the corner of the room. His body with a full pistol for a head. The thing is stone-still. Expressionless, insofar as a gun can be.

But somehow, he's absolutely certain he heard it talk.

He wraps a protective arm around each form at his side, trying to ignore the persistent shaking that's overtaken his hands. “Are you threatening me?”

It cocks its head to the side, as if in contemplation. Waits for a moment. Makes an odd noise somewhere between a click and a whirr.

“She's coming. You should run.”

Aki blinks, perturbed. “She?”

“She.” It nods, slow and self-assured. “You won't like what happens after.”

“I– what the Hell is that supposed to mean?”

As if in explanation, the thing raises a hand, ring and pinky finger pressed to the palm, and points purposefully at first Power, then Denji, performing short, jolting upwards motions towards each. A firing fingergun.

Aki's blood runs icecold.

“You're going to make me hurt them again, aren't you?”

“No.” It somehow has the gall to sound offended. “She is.”

“She? Who the fuck is she? I don't–”

“Control.” It says the word with such fearful, adorant gravity. As if it's speaking of a superior. As if it's speaking of a god. “She approaches.” Then, in a sharp, purposeful whisper, a bullet from a barrel, it utters the word again. “Run.”

Aki doesn't trust the thing. Not even moderately. But hearing this thing, this vast, limitless, horrible, inhuman thing, express terror, of all emotions, is enough to light a fire under his ass. To force adrenaline through his veins. To break him from his odd, trancelike haze.

He shakes Power with one hand and Denji with the other.

“How dare you wake the great, indomitable Power while she's resting, you absolute–”

“Hey, what the hell, man? I was dreamin’ about tits–”

“Shut up.” And like dogs at a whistle, they do. “We're going out for a run. Get your shoes, we can't take anything else.”

There must be something in his tone, because neither protest. Just nod with varying degrees of enthusiasm and run to the mat at the doorside to retrieve their sneakers.

The halls are labyrinthine, and Aki doesn't know them well. Navigating them is a guessing game in broad daylight; after dark, it's an impossibility.

But Power seems to know where she's going, either by smell or by sound, and when she decides to lead the way through the Commission facility's winding corridors, Aki makes the bold decision to follow her lead.

Usually the place never sleeps, constantly outfitted and operated by federal pencil-pushers and devil-hunters alike, but tonight, it's completely and utterly empty. Even the guards outside of Aki’s room are absent.

“Somethin's off,” Denji voices Aki’s concerns between hastened breaths, “like, really off. This place feels… weird.”

It would be impossible to disagree. The difference may be strange and implacable, aside from the lack of personal, but it does.

“How'd you know?”

Aki tried to shrug. Tries not to look at the thing keeping pace besides him. It may look calm, but he knows that the truth is anything but. Fear is radiating off it in waves, fear and a cold, overpowering desire for liberation.

“Just did.”

The thing at his side offers updates, as they run.

“She knows you've left the room.”

“She follows, close behind.”

“It is likely she will catch you.”

They aren't particularly helpful.

Not until, the trio turn a corner, exit suddenly in sight, to hear a fourth tactile presence enter the hallway.

“She's here.”

And she is. The approaching clack of heeled footfalls confirms it. The sense of oppressive calm that washes over Aki, a blanket. The familiar voice that wraps around the walls to reach his ears.

“Stop running.”

And he does. How couldn't he? It's Makima.

Denji stops too, turning on his heel with a massive, world-spanning grin, but Power doesn't. She keeps running until she hits the doors, only turning to cast a terrified scowl over her shoulder.

“Not safe!” She growls, animalistic, “keep running! Keep running!”

“It's just Makima.” Denji sounds so sure of himself. And he should. All is right in the world. All is calm. Makima will fix things. She always does.

And then, she's in sight, cheerful and unblinking, and Aki can't help but grin in turn.

“Come here,” she orders him, arms outstretched. And the order is for him, he knows, he can feel it. “Not you,” she adds, likely to Denji, “just him, for now.”

So instead, Denji speaks. “Makima, something weird’s going on, the place is totally empty and–”

“Shhh.” Soft and gentle, that's how the sound escapes her lips. Like silk Like a sigh.

“You walk to your death.” The Gun Devil, again. Only this time, its words mean nothing. Absolutely nothing at all. “You readily embrace it. Do not be so foolish.”

As Aki draws near, her arms wrap around him like a cradle, head resting against her shoulder. The low, warning roar grinding through his mind fades to nonexistence. 

“It wasn't supposed to happen like this,” she breathes in the crux of his neck, “so suddenly. You were meant to die then, you know. Now, I don't think I'll let you die at all. That might be more effective, hm? At least as a failsafe.”

Aki nods. Of course Makima is right. She always is.

“Makima?” Denji doesn't sound scared. Not yet. Just confused. “What's going on? Is this–”

“Denji?”

“Y-yeah?”

“Shut up.”

They're odd words, coming from Makima’s lips. Odd, and callous, and just upsetting enough that the Gun Devil's words are able to find an opening, one last time.

“Run.”

Aki would like to say he tries. But he doesn't.

“Transform.”

And then, Aki's world goes black.

[blissfuloni]

❝ RP AD♡꒱ (08/24)

hihihi!! <3

My name is Onyx or Bliss! Here is so information about ME!

I'm 19 (i turn 20 this month!)

I go by she/her (cis female)

10ish+ years of roleplaying under my belt

MOSTLY fast reply time (i sleep a lot :P)

Timezone: EST

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What I write for: ʚ Fluff ʚ Angst ʚ Smut 〰 ʚ OC x CC (double ups ONLY!) ʚ B x B ʚ G x G ʚ NB x NB/G/B ✹IMPORTANT: I do my best to stay away from most yandere stuff, especially stuff dealing with S/A just because of my own personal trauma! Other than that, I can handle most of it!

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I prefer someone who is willing to become friends OOC! I want to know about your day, what's on your mind, and how hot the character your OC is shipped with is! Not only does this create a bond, but makes it ten times easier to plot together! I roleplay ONLY on discord, this is so I can make a server and keep things organized! I also make Pinterest boards, Spotify playlists, and typically have a 'visuals' channel in the server so we can better understand and see our OC's outfits n such <3!! I honestly don't care about reply length, just as long as I see effort!! I try my best to match my partner's length though, but typically my replies are 1-2 paragraphs long! (this does NOT include starters! Starts are typically past nitro message length depending on the amount of info I have on me!) Typical Server Set up:

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Now! Let's get into fandoms! I have a whole list you can pick from because I am always searching for partners in ANY of these fandoms, but I am mostly looking for partners in the following fandoms! ☆ Jujutsu Kaisen ☆ Chainsaw Man ☆ Dr. Stone ☆ Our Life: Beginnings & Always for any of those fandoms I would be interested in playing these characters for said OCs! ☓) Gojo or Geto x Annamaria (JJK) ☓) Shoko x Salem (JJK) ☓) Megumi or Yuta x Eden (JJK) - ☓) Aki x Annamaria (CSM) *pretty adamant on this remaining* ☓) Angel x Yui (CSM) - ☓) Gen x Eden (DRST) ☓) Chrome x Cynthia (DRST) ☓) Ukyo x Anzu (DRST) - ☓) Baxter or Cove x Atlantis (OL:B&A)

OBVIOUSLY!!!! i do not want to use multiple OCs per roleplay if we don't have the matching amount of OCs in the rp. It's playing fair in my eyes, so if you only have one OC- I would only use one OC.

✹ If you're interested PLEASE don't be afraid to message me on this account! <3

[smply-sktchng]

Been thinking about a human CSM band au (w/ @raggedlyshorn )! They’re The Powers That Be and they’re supposedly angel/devil themed, though it’s not very cohesive because Aki refuses to wear a costume.

Lineup

Angel: drums, backup vocals

Aki: bass, keyboard, drums

Power: lead vocals, music synthesizer

Denji: electric guitar, backup vocals

[ilovealexisness]

okayokayokay,

so bringing aki into it, touching him all while he describes to angel exactly how it feels.

while you touch his nipples, play with his cock, fuck him (strap or not), how full he feels, how good it feels.

broken and panted out words from aki, tears running down his face with how much it is, with how hard it is to focus. everytime he stops talking, you stop thrusting.

angel has to sit on the end of the bed, watching it all while fucking himself with his own dildo. "h-how fast do i go?" he cries, wishing that it was you instead of him doing it, wishing that he could feel your body against his.

"yeah aki, tell him, how fast?"

aki's head is clouded, eyes barely managing to stay open with your hands gripping onto his hips, slamming him down onto you. "s-so fa-st, feels so, so g-good~"

-i guess i'm gonna call myself puppy denji anon

Puppy denji anon I love you/p you need to start writing ALL OF YOUR THIRSTS ARE SO GOOD EVERYDAY I OPEN TUMBLR AND I HOPE THAT YOU'RE IN MY ASK BOX ONCE AGAIN🙏🙏🙏🙏🙏🙏 please send more I beg of you.

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Angel would be so whiny and he would definitely cry at least a little. We would want you to touch him but he'd have to pretend that his hands are yours. Aki would be so so sensitive he would cum so much from all the small touches all over his body♡♡

[canonmisogynyvictimstournament]

Can you give us a list of characters that need better propaganda? Crowd source the misogyny facts

That's what I was attempting to do by including the asterisks on the participants list. I might add one on in a reblog of said participants list, but, for now, here is one, anon, and remember to submit propaganda at the form at this link:

Ada Vessalius (Pandora Hearts)

Agent Texas (Red vs Blue)

Aki Izayoi/Akiza Izinski (Yu-Gi-Oh! 5D's)

Alys Brangwin (Phantasy Star IV)

Amy Amanda Allen (The A-Team (TV))

Amy Pond (Doctor Who)

Aoi Zaizen/Skye Zaizen (Yu-Gi-Oh! VRAINS)

Asuna (Sword Art Online)

Britta Perry (Community)

Brunhilda aka Mym (Dragalia Lost)

Bumble (Warrior Cats)

Carmelita Montoya Fox (Sly Cooper)

Celica (Fire Emblem Echoes: Shadows of Valentia)

Chi-Chi (Dragon Ball)

Chloe von Einzbern (Fate/kaleid liner PRISMA ILLYA)

Clarke Griffin (The 100)

Daenerys Targaryen (Game of Thrones)

Dragona Joestar (JoJo's Bizarre Adventure)

Eileen Leahy (Supernatural)

Elektra Natchios (Marvel Comics)

Elektra Natchios (NMCU)

Elya Musayeva (Топи/The Swamps (2021))

Eve (Paradise Lost)

Gamora (Marvel Cinematic Universe)

Grelle Sutcliff (Black Butler)

Gwen Stacy (Marvel Comics)

Hinata Hyuuga (Naruto)

Holy Kujo (JoJo's Bizarre Adventure)

Illyria (Buffy the Vampire Slayer/Angel)

Iris Sagan (AI: the Somnium Files)

Is (Kamen Rider 01)

Jade (Dragon Quest 11)

Jennifer Lopez (John Dies At The End)

Julia (Hellraiser)

Julia Wicker (The Magicians)

Juvia Lockser (Fairy Tail)

Kallen Kouzuki (Code Geass)

Kamala Khan (Marvel Comics)

Kanon Fukami (Kamen Rider Ghost)

Katherine Pierce (Vampire Diaires)

Katma Tui (DC Comics)

Kendra Young (Buffy the Vampire Slayer/Angel)

Kes (Star Trek: Voyager)

Konan (Naruto)

Koriand’r (Starfire) (DC Comics)

Kotori Mizuki (Yu-Gi-Oh! ZEXAL)

Laurel Lance (Arrow (CW))

Leia Organa (Star Wars)

Madison Paige (Heavy Rain)

Magne (My Hero Academia)

Malty S Melromarc (Rising of the Shield Hero)

Margaret Houlihan (MASH (Movie 1970))

Marwa (What We Do In The Shadows (TV Series))

Megaera (Hades)

Mikaela Banes (Transformers)

Mikoko Sakazaki (Kaiji)

Mikuru Asahina (The Melancholy of Haruhi Suzumiya)

Milla Maxwell (Tales of Xillia)

Misaki Unasaka (Buddy Daddies)

Nami (One Piece)

Natasha Romanoff (Marvel Cinematic Universe)

Nemu Kurotsuchi (Bleach)

Nemuri Kayama / Midnight (My Hero Academia)

Nezuko Kamado (Demon Slayer)

Niki Nihachu (Dream SMP)

Nya Smith (Lego Ninjago)

Ochette (Octopath Traveler 2)

Ophelia (Hamlet)

Ophiuchus Shaina (Saint Seiya)

Pantha (DC Comics)

Poppy Pipopapo (Kamen Rider Ex-Aid)

Pussy Galore (Goldeneye)

Quiet (Metal Gear Solid: The Phantom Pain)

Ran Mouri (Detective Conan)

River Tam (Firefly)

Saki Momose (Kamen Rider Ex-Aid)

Skye (Lost in Blue)

Sonia Hedgehog (Sonic Underground)

South Dakota (Red vs Blue)

Susan Pevensie (Narnia)

Sweet-P (The Caligula Effect)

Sylvanas Windrunner (Warcraft)

Sylvia (Two Gentlemen of Verona)

T'Pol (Star Trek: Enterprise)

Teresa (Maze Runner)

Tetra (The Legend of Zelda: Wind Waker)

Throné Anguis (Octopath Traveler 2)

Toru Hagakure (My Hero Academia)

Yan Hui (Back From the Brink)

Zelda (The Legend of Zelda: Breath of the Wild and Tears of the Kingdom)

[yuitoru]

yunji thoughts b keeping me awake its actually my siblings’ snoring

but i wanna dump a whole bunch of hcs here for yunji so why not. cw; contains csm manga spoilers

denji and yuki met whilst working in public safety, and were instantly menaces to everyone. the members of their division would expect daily pranks from them, and had to endure constant torment

they initially stayed as good friends for the majority of knowing each other - people died too often when working as devil hunters to form attachments to others.

yuki fell first, denji fell harder

during that one kiss scene with h*meno, yuki was sat next to power when it happened, and she just left the izakaya without a word (creds to my pookie @riaki for the idea ly bae <33)

she then just aired denji for days on end until nearly the entire division were begging for her to talk to him again - he had been throwing toddler tantrums non stop

both of them are awkward fucks so it took absolutely ages to even realise the fact that they both had feelings for each other (aki had to spell it out for denji.)

they didnt start dating immediately after confessing; there were a few dates and they spent even more time together before they both knew that they wanted a relationship. tbh it was more on yuki's part - denji was ready from the get-go, with his obsession with boobs and all

speaking of, yuki does not like that shit. the one scene were denji got three squeezes from power? yeah, yuki dont do that shit. its not about insecurity or anything, but shes just really ticklish around her collarbones (another fact abt me :p)

the most boob interaction denji will ever get is laying on her chest or hugging her - no touchy touchy at all

yuki loves styling denji's hair; after missions the two of them will lay down in the living room, denji's head on yuki's lap as she puts his hair into two little pigtails. he wears them out proudly

they have quite a few arguments, but theyre never serious. the one time that they did genuinely argue, yuki left the apartment for a few days and ignored denji for the rest of the week. shes stubborn like that

both have love languages of physical touch and quality time; they have to spend every waking moment with each other - morning, afternoon, evening and night

yuki and nayuta get along, much to denji's surprise. after makima's death and the reincarnation of the control devil to nayuta, yuki began helping denji raise nayuta. she became the female role model for nayuta to follow, completing their 'family' with yuki as her 'mother'

yuki hates asa. thats the hc.

yuki steals a lot of denji's clothes, despite none of them fitting properly. denji's around 5'11", whilst yuki's 5'1" (my height...), so most of denji's clothes are oversized and have to be rolled to fit around her. she wears his shirts to sleep; it being more than enough to cover her

yuki leaves hair ties everywhere. theyre all over the floor and denji finds them in the weirdest places ever

denji is big spoon. always, since yuki refuses to wrap around his back like a baby koala to be big spoon

when shes mad, yuki goes back to her native language - Arabic, and just screams like a maniac. being Arab, her temper is worse than a standard person's (where are my arabs come back me up here)

yuki loves making middle eastern food for denji to try, and he loves eating it. his favourites are wara3 enab, kibbeh and lahm bi ajin (sfiha), but he hates molokhia and tabbouleh

petnames for the both of them; yuki to denji: 'baby', 'love', 'denj', 'habibi', 'omri', 'ya rouhi' ('my love', 'my life', 'my soul' for non arabs). denji to yuki: 'baby', 'hun', 'pretty', 'angel', 'snowflake', 'yuyu', 'princess'

thats all i have for now but i might post more for my babies <33

i love them theyre so cute