#chainsaw man writing

[strvwdere]

He's been on my mind and my dash today. Uploaded from the dox archive, briefly edited, and still doesn't have a title! Taking suggestions in the tags <3

Edit: title added!

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"Unannounced"

Aki Hayakawa x gnc!Reader drabble (~1k words)

CW!s: Fluff, brief mention of blood, suggestions of violence and hookup culture, one (1) use of profanity, no pronouns or anatomy descriptions for reader, JP urban life context, Aki is a sweetie pie, **note at the end if u care to read!

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Thinking about the first time you ever put your lips on Aki Hayakawa.

It was far more innocent than others might suspect. With your jobs and daily lives entrenched in spectacular horrors, it was practically expected for those in your position to blow off steam with one another. You'll admit you'd had a brief tryst or two, but now you had a new partner. And Aki didn’t seem like the type.

It's 02:37am and the train car is blissfully empty, not a sloshed up salaryman in sight. Aki had offered you a seat but chose to stand himself, claiming that he'd likely fall asleep if he took a moment to rest his long legs. You could see the truth of it on his face, but also knew he looked most comfortable staying on guard. Frankly, you wouldn't be surprised if the man slept with one eye open, literally.

He's got one hand on the baggage rail above you, the other fiddling with his lighter in the pocket of his suit pants. He catches you staring down at his sneakers, scanning them with casual curiosity, when he prompts,

"What?"

You blink, "They're clean."

“Huh?”

Aki thinks you must be blind, but he’s not rude enough to call you on it. Today’s shift had been your first time patrolling Shibuya together, so it was brutal, naturally. There’s not one article of clothing between the two of you without blood smeared on it somewhere. Standard rite of passage.

“The department chair said you like to stay busy. You a sneakerhead? There’s not a single scuff on those.”

“Not sure what the state of my footwear has to do with anything.”

“Sorry.”

You glance off to the side, not wanting him to presume scrutiny any further.

One thing about Aki- 90% of the time he’s vaguely dismissive and the other 10% he’s shy. 100% of the time you’re dogshit at reading him in the moment.

The ambiance of the train rattling down its track settles over you both. Stops coming and going, announcements crackling through the speakers and flashing on the overhead digital monitors as you pass through. Your lids are about to slip shut when he speaks, almost mumbling to himself.

“I like to take care of things.”

You roll your head along the back of the seat to look placidly in his direction again.

“Come again?”

He clears his throat. 

“I like to take care of my stuff. Is that a bad thing?”

“Not really, just surprising to me.”

“What’s so different about it?”

Your eyes follow the long column of his tie from the barely loosened knot at his throat, down his slim torso, to the pointed end that meets perfectly at the top of his belt buckle. Meticulous, you think. Meeting his eyes again as a wry smile tugs faintly at your lips, you state, 

“You’re a serious guy, Aki Hayakawa.”

“Yeah, guess so.”

He turns away, shielding his face with his arm still resting on the baggage rail, and casting his gaze over his toned shoulder. You’d assume he was dismissing you again, were it not for the visible tip of his ear tinted the lightest shade of pink. Look at that, you muse internally. The other 10%.

-The next stop is Ueno, G16. Please change here for the Hibiya line, the JR lines, and the Keisei line. This train is bound for Asakusa.-

You uncross your legs preparing to stand, semi-accidentally brushing your boot across the width of his shin as you do. He doesn’t flinch, but continues to avoid eye contact.

“Your stop, right?”

“Yep,” you quip, pulling the strings in your limbs against their will. Exhaustion is hitting you more fully now as you gather yourself. You’ll test Aki’s buttons another time, you decide. A time when a hot shower and your mattress aren’t demanding your presence so immediately.

-Arriving at Ueno, G16. The doors will open on the left side.-

“Don’t forget we’re touching base at HQ first tomorrow, and bring your report. They’ll want one from both of us since you’re an internal transfer.”

“Sir, yes sir.” 

You rise carefully to your feet, slinging your bag over your shoulder and steeling yourself for the next leg of your commute.

You’re mid-reach for the strap above when the train activates its breaks, rocking you forward and directly into Aki’s firm chest. An arm comes up to steady you against him while your outstretched hand aims for the baggage rail, landing on top of his own instead.

His voice is as rigid as the rest of him when he asks,

“You good?”

You tilt your head up sheepishly to reply and are struck by the fine architecture of his flexing jawline. Here you are hip to hip, eye to eye, and he’s still avoiding your gaze, burning holes into the wall of the train car behind you.

Whether it’s impetuousness or sleeplessness, something overcomes you. Rising onto the balls of your feet, arm pulling yourself up and in, you plant a soft, fleeting kiss to the underside of Aki’s chin.

-Ueno. This is Ueno station. Please watch your step.-

“Take good care of me, partner.”

-The next stop is Ueno-hirokoji, G15. Please transfer here for the Toei Oedo line.-

His arm leaves your waist and your hand uncovers his as you step away, dashing onto the platform just before the doors begin to close.

As the train pulls away, you’re left with a lingering sense of frustration and the impression of his body heat still ghosting your skin.

What you didn’t catch behind those doors was Aki, collapsed on the seat with his head in his hands, blushing bright red all the way down to his collar. 

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©strvwdere.tumblr.com; est. 02/2023; no quotes, reposts, or translations 🍓

**Note: I really wanted to make a cute reference to the way the phrase “yoroshiku onegaishimasu” is used in Japanese. One of its many meanings is “please treat me favorably” or “please take good care of me” and is often used in introductions and establishing coworker connections. That said, there is no direct translation to English so I’m afraid it came out a little clunky here (in my head, the reader essentially says “Please take care of me, Hayakawa Senpai). Lmk if you guys have any ideas! This was a quick bit I thought up while in the middle of my JP studies in preparation for going abroad. Had a lot of fun toying with our favorite Devil Hunter and looking through Tokyo-metro's website- that level of organization is A1!

[casanovakevin]

angel doodle

[krys4h]

𝐬𝐢𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫 ◞﹒୧ .

✧ ⁝ 𝐚𝐤𝐢 𝐡𝐚𝐲𝐚𝐤𝐚𝐰𝐚 ◞ ྀི

— my thoughts & headcanons on how i think he would be as a lover (or not...) fluff, nsfw, hurt.

𓍯 a silent lover. the type to love in secret, hidden from sight. cold facade, worried heart for his loved ones. you feel his affection in the little things like when you feel down and he always prepares your favorite meal without a word, trying to create comfort and affection that he can't express with words. a confession would be too loud for him.

𓍯 he prefers to watch, observe and protect those he cares about behind their backs. the type to lie to you about his schedule - because it's physically impossible for him to verbalize his feelings - and go secretly confront a devil who was giving you a hard time.

𓍯 aki loves to make love to you during rainy days, forehead pressed against yours, his breath brushing your lips. it's intimate, despite the fact he run away from any emotional intimacy. he can't say i love you with his mouth, makima's shadow covering his heart and his words but he can convey his feelings in his kisses, his hands that circle around your clit, touching in spots nobody did.

𓍯 his eyes that soften only for yours will always follow you, everywhere you're going.

𓍯 he spend his night looking at you when you're sleeping, wondering why God gave him such a gift in his life but not enough time to cherish it.

𓍯 you always felt it even though it was silent. he seemed so detached from you, always careful that his eyes didn't linger on you for too long - attempt failed, they always found you -, you had to squint, see the unsaid, and understand the innuendos to perceive the love he had for you.

𓍯 it takes time. it takes time to go from a cold look when judging a stranger, to the first nods, the first half-smiles that precede the softened glances. it took him time to get used to having someone who cares for him like you do. maybe it was complicated to accept the fact that he was finally the first choice for someone, and not the forgotten youngest of his family like he always was. your warm air when you saw him coming from afar felt weird for him, almost inappropriate. when you seemed too happy to see him he couldn't help but frown at how your eyes always looked illuminated for him. weird. almost inappropriate.

𓍯 it takes time, but the slight pang in his heart he feels every time he feels your affection for him is slowly starting to disappear. he can't be openly expressive like you, but he's starting to accept it. it takes time. his love is silent when yours is so loud that it becomes overwhelming and he feels like he doesn't deserve it.

𓍯 it's understandable, everyone is dying around him. he's the only one who hasn't lost his humanity yet and mourns the deaths of those who defend the people of this city. it touches him. death scares him so much that he can't allow himself to truly get attached to someone, it would be like welcoming someone with big arms for a hug with arms full of thorns. to engulf you, to make you dive with him. no, he can't. he really can't.

𓍯 it doesn't matter how his breath hitches every time he feels when your silhouette towers over him, your hips undulating in the most exquisite way, so eager to please him. he doesn't even need to guide you with his hands on your hips, it's already too good. it doesn't matter the almost painful but sweet feeling he has in his stomach when the lights are out with the only sounds being the creaking bed and your soft breath. he feels so safe with you, you make him so wanted that he starts to think that life might be worth living outside of his desire for revenge.

𓍯 but it doesn't matter, he can't say "i love you", the poor man doesn't even manage to smile normally. there's always an awkward look.

𓍯 he was so caught up in the curse of his family's vengeance that he had closed himself off from any relationship that went beyond the professional sphere. but... it was hard not to succumb to you. he couldn't give you the bright future and romance you deserved, but he could give you the remnants of his heart he had left. working with you, doing missions and hunting devils together, and sometimes, when you were a little too drunk, kisses on the neck that would slip into panting. no commitment. that was what he could offer you. he thought it would protect him from the loss of not putting a word on your relationship, like a wall for pain. he lied to himself so much. he was already madly in love, and if he were to lose you right now, it would be the end of him.

𓍯 it was up to you to decode if the hands that brushed you at night sought only for pleasure or for your heart, because even if for a moment, you would lose control of your emotions and let your love for him express itself, an "i love you" that should have remained hidden, he would not answer it.

𓍯 aki loves you too, that's a fact. but he wouldn't let you see it. he wasn't going to make the mistake of investing too much in a relationship that was inevitably going to go badly, and make you hope. you deserved better, he thought. you were his heaven in the hell that was the daily life of a devil hunter. so dear, so precious to him.

𓍯 𝐤𝐫𝐲𝐬

[tteokdoroki]

Denji blushes when you hold his cock hand

☆༉ — DENJI. pretty boy.

about. let’s pretend this ask isn’t years old but yeah actually he does omg :( !! started writing this ages ago but finished for @miguelism mwah <3

warnings. minors, blank and ageless blogs do not interact. characters aged up to 20s, smut, nsfw, handjobs, exhibitionism, praise kink, college!au, gn!reader, roommate!denji.

“denji…”

“uhuh— i mean, uh, yeah?”

“has anyone told you, you’ve got such a pretty cock?”

you feel the entirety of denji’s length twitch within your hold— his head full of sunshine blonde hair falling back on the wall you’ve caged him against. your fingers are soft, pillowy around his thick shaft and your thumb presses to his leaky slit curiously, watching his face for a reaction. “y-you’d be the first…ah—fuck!” denji whimpers, golden brown eyes falling away from the world as you give your wrist an experimental flick, testing the waters on what you can do to him. “that’s nice…that’s real nice.”

you giggle, his precum oozing into the seat of your palm the more you start to jerk him off in the right space of aki’s bathroom. “yeah? i want you to feel good, denji.” you doubt that your roommates would want to be woken up by slick sounds and whiny whistle tone moans, so you step forward and reach out into the dark— pressing your lips against your boyfriend’s in a slow, syrupy kiss.

it’s adorable how he chases the warmth of your mouth, like a moth drawn to a candle flame, when you pull away to check the door only briefly. “come back, baby…please,” he pleads while he feverishly fucks your hand as if he’ll never get the chance to do so again. “feels good when you’re close…when you kiss me ‘n you use…shit, y-your t-tongue on me!” pleading turns to soggy, pathetic whimpers that are muffled by your tongue as you push your way back into denji’s mouth to shut him up.

you make denji feel like he’s going fucking insane, desire ripping through is chest, lewd squelching noises from his cock bleeding arousal all over your hand overlaying his soundtrack of moans and tongue lapping over tongues. opaque white slings around your knuckles as it drips from his creamy tip, only serving to guide your fist up and down his throbbing a little easier — as if it were a makeshift flesh light.

he really is so cute like this — pliant and needy underneath you, his body seizing up at your sensual ministrations and his skin shiny with sweat under the moonlight. the chainsaw devil can’t help but hiccup loudly despite how you pacify him with sweet, loving smooches. tears slip down the apples of his cheeks and track salt along your tongue too where they land at the corner of denji’s mouth. “you look so pretty with your cock in my hand,” praise for denji comes easily to you — he deserves to be cherished, to know that he’s good and loved. squeezing the base of his length, you push your thumb through his seedy slit just to see him cry, circling his bright red and mushroomed cockhead in order to lube him up more.

a pink flush blossoms across the expanse of his milky skin with every pump of his dick and his his head falls back against the wall with a dull thud. you lick your lips at the sight of his adam’s apple bobbing and his body shuddering, revealing to the naked eye just how desperate denji truly is.

“do you think you could cum for me, denji?”

the stutter in his hips tells you the answer, but you want a verbal one anyways — so for a moment, you stop palming his dripping wet cock and wait for his response.

“well?”

“please, i can do it,” he pants, eager to please — his honey brown eyes crazed and delirious. “j-just call me pretty again. ‘nd i promise i’ll—“

even with his back pressed right up against the wall and his shoulders quivering in anticipation of his impending high — denji still towers over you. so you stand on your tippy toes, languidly flicking your wrist to get him off, in order to whisper your command into the shell of his ear. ��make a mess for me, pretty boy.” you simper, mouth falling open to mock his moans like you’re right on the edge with him.

denji cums with a shout and his release spills into your spoiled palm like a stream of molten igneous rock, painting your knuckles a gooey white. you have to cover his mouth with your remaining hand, muffling any sounds that escape him since his brain quite literally short circuits, reducing the poor blonde to nothing but tears and brainless babbles.

you do your best to keep him quiet while he twitches through the aftershocks — after all, it would be a shame if some else got to see your pretty boy blushing with his cock out.

꒰ end. — all rights reserved © tteokdoroki 2023. do not copy, repost, translate & recommend elsewhere.

[mikgreo]

denji’s prized possession!!

nsfw, minors dni.

a/n: thinking about how cute and submissive denji would be!! always ready to get a taste of his prized possession. this man will get on his knees anywhere, everywhere, always, no matter what.🧡

warning: exploiting, cunnilingus, dry humping, fingering, denji cums on your stomach and licks it off, also rubs his cum on your pussy, panty stealing.

“babyyy..~” denji whispered into your ear.

“no, go to bed denji.” you said trying to free yourself from his hold.

you two were at his apartment. you were too tired to walk back home, afterall the mission you both got sent over too had taken almost the whole day. you decided to stay with denji, praying all he would do was cuddle and go to bed.

“pleasee. can’t wait til mornin’ pretty.” he was whining in your ear. so annoying, but cute. you thought.

denji had been begging you for almost 20 minutes to let him eat you out. you, of course being too tired, kept denying his request. you didnt wanna go through the trouble of getting up and taking your clothes off and all of that.

“denji, im too tired baby. i cant even get up im so sore. i promise tomorrow, when i can actually get up.” you said, attempting to turn around so you wouldn’t have to little spoon anymore.

“so if i did it while you were asleep you wouldn’t mind?” denji said while kissing your shoulder.

“mmm nope. its better than doing all the work, i would be fine with it.” you laughed jokingly, knowing he would do it, but it never crossed your mind he would, right now, today, tonight.

denji didnt say anymore, so you took it as an invitation to let your eyes rest and get some long, well deserved, sleep.

denji’s pov!

sooo hungry. i cant wait til tomorrow mornin’.

he freed his hold on you waist and slid down the bed, onto the ground, pulling you by your legs to get closer, earning a grunt from you.

he didnt think much of this. he knew you were a deep sleeper, so he had no fear moving you as he pleased.

he tilted your body to the right and raised your legs up, spreading just enough.

he stopped.

would you be okay with this? is this rape? surely not. i hope not, itll be ok. something about this excited him, he knew you would never be really upset with him. it turned him on, seeing you when your the most vulnerable, taking advantage of your body.

he smiled to himself knowing everything was probably okay.

he pulled down your shorts. leaving your underwear on.

he stuffed his face in your cunt, deeply inhaling your smell. he licked your clit through the fabric.

he unconsciously began to rub against the foundation of the mattress. he tried to find the position where he could get the most friction in his sweatpants.

denji grabbed your panties and pulled them up, watching them go up your almost soaked cunt, sinking into the lips of your pussy.

he buried his face once again in your pussy, lapping up all your juices eating you like a hungry dog.

he pulled your panties off, getting a better view of your pussy, sinking in a finger inside your tight hole.

he curved his finger up and down inside taking his time feeling around and exploring your gummy walls, he pulled out and licked it off clean. moaning at the taste.

he pushed his finger back in while flicking his tongue on your clit, occasionally sucking it and rubbing it with his free hand.

at this point denji’s face was a mess covered in your juices. he was a moaning mess, his pants earning a wet spot the more the rubbed against the base of the bed, he had came atleast twice.

he stuck his hand down his pants wetting his fingers with his own slick, taking it up and spreading it inside your pussy, as lube. but also because he found it hot to taste himself on your pretty pussy <3

denji lost track of time, your body had came around 3 times now, he knew if he kept going your body would eventually squirt “or somethin’ ” (his words) and you would wake up.

he found it exciting not wanting to be caught. it turned him on.

he decided to finish himself off by hovering over you relieving himself all over your tummy.

as he finished getting every last drop out his red puffy tip, he licked it off your stomach, licking it clean.

he picked up your shorts and put them back on, but leaving your panties bunched up inside his pockets.

he layed back down in the same position he was in about an hour ago, and took your panties out his pocket.

he spun them around and the air before sniffing them again.

he put them infront of you.

“see that y/n? i wonder who these belong to ♡” he giggled, “they’re my prized possession, along with your pretty soaking pink pussy.”

im soooo sorry if this was something weird to write!!:(

ive personally imagined myself in this scenario amd would fimd it super hot if my partner did this, but thats me.

[arunneronthird]

okay fine i can deal with damian being a weeb but he'll be one on MY TERMS

[sugar-grigri]

don't let it fall

[beaunoor]

When you’ve been studying all week for a big exam, and it had you so stressed and working on autopilot, not really paying attention to your boyfriend at all. Cue his pouting when he tries to get your attention and you swat him away. But he can’t help it! You look so cute in your lounge clothes and glasses as you focus. When you finally get your test back and see your hard work paid off, the weight on your shoulders automatically gets lifted and you’re back to normal life. But guess who wants to celebrate this win with you! When you get back to your shared apartment, rambling on a debrief with him, your bf can’t help but nod and give you a proper reward since you deserve it. He gets you a sweet treat helping you relax, and then he’s pouncing on you.

He’s got you laying back on the shared bed, legs spread open with his head in between. His hands gripping your legs as his fingers dig into your thighs as he keeps them open as you tremble against him. He’s got his tongue in your pussy, moving in ways that make you twitch, licking all around to get you to produce more of your juices. You throw your head back in a moan as you feel your high approach, his hand coming down to push down and circle your clit, getting you to orgasm for the first time tonight.

“Good job baby” He coos at you, “I would give you another one just like that, but I want some too.”

You’re breathing heavily with eyes half lidded watching as he moves up the bed to turn you around and dick you down from the back. Lying prone on your stomach when he undoes his pants, pulling his dick out to pump before sliding into your wet open pussy. You let out another moan at him sliding in your walls, feeling him lay on top of you, arms sliding up and under you to grab onto your shoulders. His hips raising only to plop back onto your ass as he moves within you, his panting huffing in your ear. His in and out rhythm moves with determination to get you both to finish.

He let out a groan at you clenching down on him, when he continued to hit that good spot. “Hah, feels so good, ug shit, squeezing so good.”

“Yess feel so good, right there daddy.” He nips at your ear and presses a kiss to your cheek, “Did so good today baby didn’t you? Such a smart girl princess. Just take it love, I got you, let me do the work.”

“Cum baby, I feel it, c’mon you deserve it.” He mumbles as he moves his hips to grind against you, his cock rubbing deeper inside.

And then you’re letting go, feeling him deep in you as he thrusted once more to tickle that spot so good it had you crossing your eyes and mouth widening as you moaned out at the feeling of ecstasy.

“Good job baby. So proud of you.” He breathes out, pressing a kiss to your forehead.

[plotsignificanthaircut555]

oh.

[onismdaydream]

Way too close boy best friend denji 😋

You guys are just really good friends and you've known each other since forever and you guys are just affectionate like that ☹️

HIII ANON <333 i love this idea :(( and i have officially caught up with the manga so i can at least write some thoughts down hehe

there's a familiarity between the two of you that other people just don't get. they don't understand why you're so comfortable sitting on denji's lap when there's an open seat right next to him, or why you wipe food from the corner of his mouth and then lick your thumb clean, or why his hands are always on you especially when your boyfriend is right there! and no matter how many times you say "oh, it's just denji though! we're just beat friends!", people always look at you with such doubt.

and it's not like you haven't thought about denji in that way before, i mean... look at him! he's so cute and he's actually funny and maybe you get those little butterflies when his hands rest on your waist like they were made to fit there and maybe you catch yourself staring at his chest when you go swimming but that's just because you love him, totally and completely platonically!!

and yeah, maybe denji also thinks about you and how soft you are when he's alone in his room, how you actually like spending time with him when so many others seem to only like him for their own gain, how your body seems to mold against his perfectly when you cuddle during shitty movie marathons. but it's just because the two of you are such good friends!

[threadbearsweater]

Aki always gets a little more melancholy than usual in the winter, and you don't quite understand why until he tells you one snowy afternoon while you're out walking.

You're bundled warmly- wool scarf, thick gloves, a coat with the collar pulled up around your face to block out the crystalline chill in the air. Aki doesn't seem affected by the cold as much as you, though his wind-bitten hands look pink and chapped when he lights a cigarette.

"Do you want my gloves?" you ask him.

He shakes his head and holds your hand instead. "This is good."

You walk in silence for a little while longer. Aki smoking, you taking in the muted winter day– the first major snowfall of the season. It's romantic in a quiet way, but you can sense that something’s off with him.

"You okay?"

Aki doesn't say anything, doesn't affirm your question with a subtle nod. "My family–" He clears his throat. "My parents, my brother, they, uh..."

He can't finish. You squeeze his hand, and he squeezes back.

He falls a little more in love with you, then, foolish as he knows it is.

[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.”

[gontesblog]

TWINROVA "Twinrova is here!"

This is the first issue of the Twinrova comic I made. Would love feedback and support. Thanks!

Support me on Webtoons and see the next chapter! https://www.webtoons.com/en/canvas/twinrova/list?title_no=988966

[tteokdoroki]

𑊡˚+₊🍼✦ — hi hi, pussy drunk!denji who has a habit of repeating and slurring his words when he fucks you.

૮ ͈>◡< ͈ა warnings — smut, nsfw, mdni 18+, aged up characters, overstimulation, multiple orgasms, kinda ?? forced orgasm, unprotected sex, breeding!kink, cumplay, no pronouns, reader has a pussy, afab!reader, denji fucks like a rabbit slay!!

“oh fuck…oh fuck baby,” denji whines into your neck, teeth making pointed indents against your skin as pins you to the sheets below. there’s no room for you to move underneath him, no room for him to pull out of your quivering cunt with every thrust— lewd squelching noises from his cock plunging deeper and deeper into you tangling with the kinetic energy dancing in the sex tainted air between your bodies. “i want’cha t’fuck me, want ya to fuck me. fuck me baby…please—oh god!”

nothing makes sense to the chainsaw devil when he’s doped up on your creaming pussy like it’s the best kind of drug you can offer to an addict. he’s too pussy drunk to realise that he’s the one fucking you, his balls slapping hard against your ass, pelvis smooshed against your sticky and puffy clit and his cock coated in a frothy mix of thick white cum. you’re so warm and wet, so inviting like denji’s dick has a home within your walls.

“i wanna get fucked, want this pussy sprayin’ all over me— wanna be covered your cum. please baby, fuck me,” denji slurs pathetically, brown eyes frenzied and eyelashes fluttering against your shoulders softly in contrast to the way he humps at your sex like he’s chasing his own lifeline.

maybe it’s his devilish appetite, maybe it’s the way you look so cute underneath him— skin shining with sweat and your eyes glassy and your lips swollen from all the kisses you’ve shared. whatever it is, you drive denji up the wall, have his cock twitching and leaking along your velvety insides, opaque white pouring from your tiny abused hole but only serving to make it easier from him to slip into you.

“d-denji!”

so that’s it, that’s the spot that makes you freeze up and your eyes roll back and your pussy squeeze down on him so tight you make him fill you up with another load— but that doesn’t stop denji, he’s not had his fill yet. “mhm…yeah, baby? y’like it like that?” he asks, gripping onto the headboard while anchoring you down onto his dripping rock hard cock. “you like it like that, don’t you? oh yes y’do, god you do.”

every roll of his hips is premeditated to give you the best pleasure, to have you selfishly lock him within the heaven of your salacious sex, to have you squirt so hard that you force him out of you until denji himself is forced to slap his seedy and sensitive cockhead against your clit so that he can cum again. he scoops up his orgasm, fucks it back into you and repeats the process so that you’re both trembling and overstimulated messes

because pussy drunk!denji has a tendency to repeat himself, until neither of you can go on any more.

[silvvermoon]

First time anal with Aki 💕

pairing: Aki Hayakawa x Reader

tags: anal sex, rimming, anal fingering, kinda soft-dom!Aki, AFAB reader, anal creampie, literally all just butt stuff.

NSFW, minors DNI

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thinking about first time anal with aki and how gentle yet commanding he’d be with you. he knows you’ve been wanting this for ages, and even though you’ve already had his fingers in your ass multiple times while he’s eaten your pussy, he’s still so insistent on doing all the proper prep work. even when you remind him about the amount of times Aki’s fucked your pussy while keeping a lil’ plug in your ass at the same time. you’re prepared, is what you’re trying to say, but Aki’s having none of it.

because the first time he’s actually gonna fuck your ass with his cock? Aki’s more attentive than ever, even though you used a small butt plug in your ass the night before to prepare for him. Aki insists that he needs to rim you first, your legs up in the air with Aki’s face between your thighs. Wants ease that tight little ring of muscle with his tongue and spit until you’re hazy and begging for cock, fingers, anything. he doesn’t hold back, tongue circling your hole and slightly pushing in until you’re dazed and aching, whining for more. and he plays nice, murmurs sweet things into your skin like “easy baby, easy. gotta get you nice and lubed up for my fingers next, okay?”

and hearing that lube squirt onto his hands gets you more excited than it should. you feel so exposed like this, spreading your cheeks apart to give aki better access while he slides in one thick finger, stretching your ass out slowly while you moan and clench against him. you don’t give a fuck how pathetic you look, all you know is you’ve wanted this for so long and tonight you’re finally getting it. Aki’s gentle, as usual, leaning down to kiss your clit before looking up at you and whispering “want another, princess?”

Yes. Yes of course you fucking do and you nod as fast as you can, letting out a small whimper as Aki stretches your tight little hole with a second finger, making you feel so full. So good. He stays like that for what feels like forever, only gently pumping his fingers into your ass while leaning down to kiss your thighs. you barely notice his other hand creeping closer to your pussy, and you let out a sharp cry when he starts fingering your ass harder as his other hand begins to thumb at your clit. It’s so much, too good, tears welling in your eyes as bite your lip to stop yourself from making more pathetic whimpers. you know you’re gonna cum if he keeps this up, and no, no, that’s not what you want. Aki’s knows it all too well too, and after a few more thrusts he eases his fingers out of you, giving your pussy a light smack as he does so.

“shh, careful, princess. know you wanna cum with my cock in your ass tonight, don’t worry. you know I’d never let you cum before that,” he says, voice melting into your cock drunk brain as he squirts more lube on his erection. your eyes are watery but you need to see it. need to see how aki’s thick cock stretches your ass for the first time. it’s effort, but you manage to crane your neck down and watch as Aki spreads your ass cheeks apart, rubbing the head of his cock against your tiny little hole before pressing in.

he’s slow. deliberate. letting you take him inch by inch until your head falls back against the pillow, allowing yourself to just breathe. “Doesn’t hurt,” you murmur when you see his concerned look, the way he stills inside you. “Feels good, aki, feel so full of you. Please- fuck me. I need it,” you whimper, grinding your hips forward until more of his cock enters your ass. When he finally, finally bottoms out, you feel so full that it’s like there’s no space for you, just aki. you love it. the way he fits in you so perfectly, despite it being the first time he’s ever fucked your ass. you let out a gasp when he begins to move, slow, shallow thrusts into you while you reach down and rub desperately at your own clit.

you want this to be endless, Aki’s cock filling you up over and over again, and looking up at him you can see it in his face too. He’s looking at the way his cock spreads open your tiny hole like it’s unreal, and you let out a broken moan when aki reaches down and thumbs around the rim of your asshole that’s stretched so nicely around his cock. you can tell he’s not gonna last much longer, no matter how controlled he’s trying to be tonight. And the same goes for you. you’re a filthy mess, rubbing harshly at your own clit until you can feel yourself tightening up everywhere, both in your pussy and your ass. knowing that you’re so full of him is what sends you over the edge, crying out broken words like “aki, aki, m’ gonna cum, please, please-“ and aki knows what you mean, he can feel it. “Go on, baby, cum on my cock for me like a good girl,” he slurs out. the way your ass is clenching around his cock is too much, and it’s hard, but he manages to fuck you through your orgasm, fulfilling his promise of letting you cum from his cock in your ass for the first time.

It still feels good when you’re coming down, your whole body still tight and pulsing, aki pumping into your tight hole with his face buried in your neck, biting hard when he cums inside you. And aki cums hard. All rough thrusts that makes your sensitive hole twitch until he collapses on top of you, pulling out gently only after pressing a messy kiss against your cheek with heavy breathing. your ass is a mess of lube and aki’s spend and you’ve never felt better.

“Sore, princess?” he asks, breathless and still in awe as he gently fingers his cum back into your ass. He loves the mess he’s made of you. And sadly, so do you. You love it too much which is why you say-

“Not at all, wanna go again? I can cum again, probably at least 3 more-“

aki groans into the pillow, “not a chance, you, yes, you need a shower. Then sleep. Okay, baby? And if you clench around my cock anymore tonight, it’s probably gonna die.”

“Fiiiine,” you pout, pressing a kiss to Aki’s forehead. Maybe you can persuade him after a nap. Or tomorrow. And the day after that too. Because you’re insatiable and absolutely relentless when it comes to Aki fucking you.

[lewddumbie]

"I order you boys to... Cum!

Yessss, yesss...

And again, cum again, paint your canvas like good pets!"