#perv!aki

[saintkaylaa]

𝐍𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐲 𝐍𝐞𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐛𝐨𝐫 🚬

𝐏𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: 𝐀𝐤𝐢 𝐇𝐚𝐲𝐚𝐤𝐚𝐰𝐚 𝐗 𝐍𝐞𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐛𝐨𝐫 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

𝐋𝐞𝐧𝐠𝐭𝐡: 2.9𝐤

𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: 𝐍𝐒𝐅𝐖, 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐛𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧, 𝐏𝐞𝐫𝐯!𝐀𝐤𝐢, 𝐩𝐨𝐫𝐧 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲 𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐩𝐥𝐨𝐭, 𝐜𝐮𝐫𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐢𝐦𝐚𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐯𝐚𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐚𝐥 𝐬𝐞𝐱 & 𝐨𝐫𝐚𝐥 𝐬𝐞𝐱, 𝐟!𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫, ��𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐢𝐬 𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐚 𝐟𝐞𝐦𝐦𝐞 𝐟𝐚𝐭𝐚𝐥𝐞

𝐀𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫’𝐬 𝐍𝐨𝐭𝐞: Kinktober 2024 || I love Aki so much, but something about pervy Aki but against his will really does something to me. Happy Kinktober you disgusting pervs ᥫ᭡ Also big big thanks to my beta readers, I love you! ART by yuonnoaii on X

𝐈 𝐁𝐥𝐨𝐜𝐤 𝐌𝐢𝐧𝐨𝐫𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐀𝐠𝐞𝐥𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐁𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐬

Aki was a devil hunter, but when it came to you, he fought both devils and demons just to not touch himself to the image of you.

You, his new neighbor, from across his balcony in the building over. Aki, who had not been with a woman in God knows how long. Overworked, burnt out, anti-social, with extreme suppressed sexual desires.

That was until he saw you.

If he was honest, he had completely forgotten that sex was even a thing—in all forms. Sex with another person, self-gratification, porn, lust, urges, desires—all of it. In his line of work there wasn’t any time for that, and in Aki’s case the only desire he really had was revenge, but that was a desire that he knew was going to take time to satiate.

The encounters that he’s had with you got increasingly more difficult for him with every passing instance.

At first it was just fleeting glances—no stares—at you in the beginning. You weren’t like anything he had ever seen before. Beautiful, captivating, and intriguing, so just looking at you, trying to catch a glimpse at you while you lingered and occupied your balcony across from his eventually should have been his first signal to have built a stronger disposition against you.

Then you talked to him, albeit a little insulting, mean, and even, well, intimidating, because the first instance was when you had straight up called him a pervert. Confronting him for his blatant staring and or borderline offensive, not so sneaky glances at you while he dragged through cigarettes, distracted by you. Blowing through cartons faster than he would have liked, because of you.

And he felt disgusted.

Grossed out that although yes, he found you mean, intimidating, and believed you had every right to call him a pervert, and irritated by his actions, he also found you incredibly sexy for it. Curious over what really lied under that confident mean exterior.

Every instance after that was the same. You two would find each other on your respective balconies, playing with the tension that was undoubtedly there. Bad tension. Negative tension, but tension nonetheless. Aki would get caught admiring you (ogling you from your perspective), you’d call him out, and he’d have to retreat into his apartment fighting all that hell had to offer just to not to stroke his cock to you.

Admittedly, it did get better when you would tease him for looking and make fun of him for even peeking at you from behind his bangs and a pink tint on his cheeks. You were ruthless, and it only made his desire for you grow.

Fuck. Then he talked back, and in your response, he knew that he was fucked for sure.

He had been in the shared mailing room of both your buildings. Sifting slowly through his mail in a poor attempt to avoid going back up to his apartment and finding you lounging around in skimpy pajamas in your living room—as he noted that you tended to do a lot in the mornings. But then you were there. As if manifesting from his mind and rounding the corner to enter the mailroom with him.

At that point he had half a mind to ask you if you were a devil, because no way were you now crushing an attempt he made to not be so perverted against you. It wasn’t fair, and he feared you for it.

It was avoidance at first. He didn’t know what to say to you, but then you spoke to him again, and it was like he lost total control of himself.

“See you later, pervert.” You had told him. It was teasing, but not at all lighthearted.

It was then that Aki decided to do something.

 

Nearly missing you by an inch, he took hold of your elbow and spun you back to face him. You gasped, arms tensing slightly as you look up at him with surprise. But he wanted to make sure he had you at full attention.

“Hold on,” he says lowly, his chest rumbling.

"Look, I don’t want you to think I’m a pervert, okay? I apologize if I’ve made you feel that way. You’re very pretty, is all.” He struggles to compliment, but his gaze doesn’t break away.

“I don’t mean harm.” He finishes, and he truly means that. His hand lingers on your elbow as he locks his dark blue eyes with yours.

You seem to hold your breath as you register his words, then you glance down at his hand still grasping you and slowly trail your eyes back up to his. Realizing his touch, he slowly unfurls his fingers and releases you.

Both of their skins are cold from the loss of heat.

“You must not know a lot of pretty girls.” You finally say, voice tight.

“None that look like you.” Aki replies right over your comment. What compelled him to say that he was unsure. He was never that forward, bold, or even confident, and especially not with women, but something about you made him act out.

“What’s your name?” You ask, your eyes transfixed on him.

Aki held your gaze, his expression unreadable as he sensed the intensity between you. Your question broke the thick silence that had settled, and he felt himself hesitating for only a brief moment before responding.

"Aki Hayakawa," he replied, his voice firm and steady, a hint of curiosity coloring his words, "And you?"

“Aki.” You repeat his name slowly, sounding out each syllable.

He knows you did that on fucking purpose. Now wondering what it would sound like if you moaned his name.

After another frustrating pause, Aki speaks, “So is your name something I have to earn or what?” He says flatly. Meeting your eyes with just a bit of intimidating irritation.

Your mouth parts slightly like you have something to say, but then your tongue glides over your perfect white teeth in one slow swipe. Amused, you were fucking with him again.

Aki cursed you in his head. The sudden disgusting thought of how your mouth would look wrapped around his cock. Your tongue gliding over his needy tip instead of your teeth.

“I’ll see you later, Aki.” You tease, but your voice is soft. Different than the other times you have teased him.

 

That night Aki was chilling in his living room when he heard the faintest sound of a sliding door open and close. He knew it must’ve been coming from outside... His neighbor, most likely out on her own balcony.

The sound was like a command to him now.

He stood up from his seat on the couch and walked towards his own sliding door. When he got close enough, he opened the door to look out, his eyebrow rising at the sight of you once more across the other building. His heart racing just a bit, his skin running warm, and he could feel the telltale sign of an impending erection as you turned to look at him. Like a dog responding to stimuli; Pavlovian.

Now he was moving without control, crossing out into his balcony, hands buried in his pajama pants. His eyes fixated on your form. Watching your every move. Your eyes met his, and suddenly Aki’s mouth opened to speak.

"Hey," He greeted you simply, his voice low as his eyes looked you up and down with this newfound (misplaced) confidence. You looked over at him, not at all surprised by his presence. You nodded towards him.

You’ve got to be kidding me, Aki thought to himself as he looked over at what you were wearing. A fucking short fitted satin slip, that left no room for imagination. Aki's eyes widened as he took in the sight of you, his breath hitching in his throat.

The slip clung to your every curve, showcasing your body in a way that rendered him mute. He was captivated, unable to tear his gaze away from the provocative sight before him.

He had expected to have a casual conversation. Especially after the conversation from earlier, but the combination of your clothes—or lack thereof—and the charged atmosphere between sparked something primal within him that he struggled to suppress. His hands tightened around the fabric of his pajama pants pockets, his body responding instinctively.

He was fucking perverted.

Aki cleared his throat, trying to regain his composure and speak in a controlled tone, despite his body now pulsing.

"What are you doing out so late?” He asked, taking a step closer to the railing so that you could better hear him from your own balcony. You tilted your head a little confused. Crossing your arms over your chest, your tits being pushed up a little as you did it.

Aki cursed you in his head.

“What am I doing on my own balcony?” You quizzed from across the building.

Aki's gaze flickered down to your crossed arms, his eyes involuntarily drawn to the way your breasts were lifted and accentuated by the position. He suppressed a groan, feeling his desire flaring up. Your innocent question only served to increase the tension between you and him, heightening the forbidden allure of the situation. He clenched his fists, forcing his mind to focus on your words rather than the erotic image in front of him.

"Yes, what brings you out here this late?" he replied, his voice strained as he fought to maintain control. He couldn't allow himself to be consumed by lust, not when he had done so well by not giving in to his desires before. But with your tempting presence, it felt like a constant battle against his own morality.

“Aki, you’re asking a lot of stupid questions. I live here. I can do whatever I want in my own apartment on my own balcony. I could stand naked out here if I wanted.” You laughed, the faintest tone of annoyance. However, you knew what your words would do to him. Now that you were acutely aware of how you made him feel after earlier’s display.

The mental image of your naked body forced Aki to shut his eyes for a moment and let out the smallest groan. He knew you couldn’t hear, but he also knew that you knew what you were saying. What you were doing. Vexing him the way that you did. The lust was beginning to consume him.

It was a losing battle. He was fucking losing.

Aki's eyes snapped open, the intensity in his gaze now almost feral as he stared at you across the distance. He hated you for playing with his desires so effortlessly, for knowing exactly how to push his buttons.

He took a deep breath, trying to steady himself, but the ache in his crotch only grew more insistent. The walls he had erected to protect his focus, his sanity, and his character were crumbling under the weight of his lust.

“Every word you speak is deliberate.” He declared, like he was accusing you. His eyes trailed up your body in a moment of weakness.

“Yeah, it is.” You assured quickly.

Then there was palpable silence.

Aki's mind was a whirlwind of desires and frustrations, his body seemingly betraying him at every turn. He watched you move to your door then, each subtle action a temptation that he couldn't ignore. His gaze lingered on you as you turned your back to him, exposing your ass to him. The throbbing in his pants intensified, his body craving release. He can only imagine the wet spot of pre in his underwear.

“You make it too easy.” You laughed; your voice, filled with taunting amusement, cut through his haze of desire, reminding him of his vulnerability and the hold you actually had over him.

If Aki was smart, he’d listen to his rational side, urging him to regain control and to retreat to the safety of his own apartment. But the magnetic pull he felt towards you rooted him to his spot.

“Don’t burst a blood vessel touching yourself tonight.” You mocked so boldly and bluntly it sent Aki reeling. But before Aki could even think of responding, you had already retreated back into your apartment. Aki stood there, stunned, face flushed with both embarrassment and frustration. How could you see right through him, exposing him so easily and without mercy.

Fuck.

He didn't have time to process your leave, as he felt himself unraveling. His body pulsed with need, his erection straining against the confines of his pants. God damn, it hurt.

With a frustrated growl, Aki turned abruptly and retreated into his own apartment, shutting the sliding door with a resounding thud. He paced back and forth in his living room, grappling with the overwhelming surge of desire that threatened to consume him. He knew he had to find release, to quiet the burning ache that clawed at him. But his thoughts were clouded, his focus scattered under the weight of it all. He needed to regain control and find his center once again. But in that moment, desire won out.

He had suppressed his urges too many times in the last few weeks for anything to work this time. He just kept getting harder the more he thought of you, so he stopped pacing and just stood in the middle of his living room looking down at his crotch. Groaning for it to go away. Flashes of his neighbor’s body, your tits, your ass, your mouth, your pretty face, the way you rolled your tongue, the way you said his fucking name. It was all too much, and Aki had half a mind to start touching himself.

It was over.

Aki hurriedly moved to the bathroom in his room, turning on the cold water with the intent of splashing his face. Instead, he braced himself on the sink, letting the water run, the cold ceramic helping alleviate his rising temperature but it wasn’t enough. He closed his eyes to breathe, only to prove a mistake. Because all that played in his head, over and over again, was your interaction this morning, and without even realizing it, Aki started to unbuckle his pants.

Your words played in Aki's mind over and over, along with your face and body in his head repeatedly. The way you looked at him—the way you had been teasing him—fucking with him—it was just too much.

He let out a little groan as his pants began to loosen, his brain barely registering the movement as his eyes closed and he fell into this trance. Aki’s hand slid into his pants to grab hold of his angry, needy cock. The touch instantly gave him relief. He breathed out shakily, his hand moving against himself a couple times to the thought of you in that satin slip. The way it hugged all your curves, the way it pressed up against your tits...

How would they look getting fucked by him?

“Fuuuuck…” He breathed out.

He couldn't help but moan softly, pleasure pinpricking across his skin as his hand moved faster and firmer. His mind filled with vivid images of you, and every stroke of his hand brought him closer to release. He could almost feel your presence, as if you were there with him, encouraging him to let go of his inhibitions and give in to his carnal desires.

God, what would you say if you knew what he was doing to the thought of you.

He imagined what it would be like to plunge his cock into your mouth, letting your tongue run along the underside of his cock and down his balls; hot and wet saliva coating his length.

What it would sound like if he fucked that mean, intimidating act out of you. Imagining how pretty your pussy must be—as pretty as you were? And how pretty that pussy would look clenching around him.

And then he replayed the way you had said his name. Trying to envision all the ways he would try to get you to scream, moan, and cry his name.

“F-Fuck Aki! Give it to me! Please more! Aki!”

Aki’s breathing grew heavier, his movements becoming more urgent as he neared the edge. His body responded with an intensity he had never experienced before.

 

And then he imagined your face.

 

With a final moan and a few more sloppy strokes, he came. His body shuddering, knees nearly buckling, as one of the hardest orgasms he’s had in so long consumed him. Ropes of hot, thick, white cum splurged out into the sink and swirled down the drain with the running water.

As he stood there, panting and spent, Aki couldn't help but feel a mixture of relief and shame. He had succumbed to his desires; let them consume him in the most perverted way possible. This wasn’t him. It was nasty and disrespectful... But deep down, he knew that the battle wasn't over. The allure of his neighbor still lingered, as did the pent-up lust that threatened to consume him later—again.

After cleaning up and taking a cold shower, Aki lay in bed annoyed and angry, to say the least. Still disgusted with himself, but also disappointed. Not only for giving in to his lustful temptation, but ultimately for letting you have this power over him. Worse was the fact that he touched himself to the thought of you, and he didn’t even know your fucking name.

 

 

If only he knew that just across his balcony, in the building over... you were still knuckles deep to the thought of him.

ꫂ ၴႅၴ𝐑𝐞𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐂𝐨𝐦𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐝

© saintkaylaa 2023-2024 do not copy, repost, or translate any of my work. reserved rights to any original ideas. I do not own any established characters. All rights reserved.

[wolfnlamb]

I feel like Dom!Aki is one more joke away from being summoned. Or one orgasm from Rei away from being summoned. 😶‍🌫️

HE’S NEAR.

I think Rei getting us close summons him completely. After he takes his belt off, he decides he won’t be left out anymore, and pulls his shirt off too. He walks over to you both and grabs your face as Rei keeps sliding in and out of you. Kisses you passionately with his eyes open, aggressively claiming you again.

[nisuna]

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[arminsumi]

spicy nsfw #7 w aki 👀

#7 : Developing dirty thoughts about you

💗 あき — Aki x fem reader

🔞 mdni / 18+ content

note : clutching my heart !! aki my boy !! so happy to get a request for him 🥹 he's one of my faves tho like nanami i just... always forget to write for him lol

warnings : smut, fantasies, kinda perv!Aki (?), daddy kink, creampies

🍒 ~ more from jay : library // reqs open ✌️ writing for : jjk, csm, aot, genshin

Aki? He's so lost and confused about the sudden inflowing of dirty thoughts that he has about his newly assigned partner.

He's never really thought about anyone like that. It's a new feeling in his body, a foreign desire. Lust? Erotica? Sex? Nah, what do you mean? He's a straight-laced boy, he has no need for that...

He keeps it cool. Maintains that indifferent, cold attitude with you.

Her bra strap is showing...

His mind? In the gutter. He's thinking about unclasping that bra. Thinking about the soft, round tits that it holds up.

He ends up staring and zoning out, daydreaming about stripping your clothes off.

"—Aki?" your voice brings him back to reality. He flicks his brows up.

He clears his throat, "Sorry. I was just... thinking."

When you're out eating at a ramen restaurant together, sitting opposite from one another, he will be thinking the wildest shit while you're doing the most innocent act of slurping up noodles.

Wonder what she'd look like choking on my dick.

When you're walking ahead of him, tired after a mission with him, he watches the way you swish your hips.

Nice view. Would look better if she were folded over in my bed.

He clears his throat loudly when you do something attractive; placing your head on his shoulder when you've had too much to drink, tugging his sleeve to get his tall attention during missions, smiling at his dumbfounded expressions at your flirting. Aw, he's just playing... he knows what you're insinuating when you say you're "desperate for relief..."

His Addam's apple shifts when he swallows fantasies down his throat. His throat constricts when you stand too close to him, and he can smell your perfume. And oops... now his pants feel tighter.

I could make her scream.

Yeah, I could make her cum.

Would she call me daddy? 'Cause fuck...

He's staring at you and zoning out again.

...I'd fuck her brains out if she called me daddy.

"Aki?"

"Hm?"

"You're zoning out."

He nods. "Oh. Yeah. Sorry. I was just... uh... thinking..."

Yeah, he's "just thinking"... just thinking wild shit about you.

You underneath him, you screaming daddy, you milking his creampies out, you sprawled out on his bed and clutching the sheets for dear life while he fills you up with his cock and wrings himself dry in your tiny pussy.

And of course, every time he has a cigarette, he thinks about how he'd share one with you after a good fuck.

© arminsumi

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[gojosatoruhumper]

Kinktober 2024 day 8

Denji x reader | swallowing

Prompt: You lose a bet with your best friend Denji, having to give him a blow job.

Warnings: come swallowing, thigh riding, blow job, making out, NSFW

(He's already 18 in this!!!)

˗ˏˋ ★ ˎˊ˗

You and your best friend Denji were hanging around in your shared room, Aki and Power out of the house for whatever reason. You and him were always close, even since his days where life wasn’t the best. He was on his bed looking out the window, sun already setting.

“I’m bored” he sighs, looking over at you. “Okay?” you say, not really caring attention, your attention set to the book you were reading. You really did love him, but you knew how dumb he was with his ideas. Especially those ‘I’m bored’ ones.

“Hmmmmm let’s do something Y/n” he said, crawling in your bed, laying on his back while you laid on your stomach, elbows prepped up with the book in hand. The book wasn’t that interesting, drawing your attention to Denji again, his stupid ideas were kind of fun sometimes you couldn’t lie.

“What you got in mind?” you ask smiling, not knowing what you were getting into. “Hm. Let’s make a bet” he said looking up at the ceiling and then continuing “And who ever loses has to do whatever the winner says”

“What kind of bet?” you ask, with a raised eyebrow. “hm” he thinks, getting an idea. “Let’s make out and who ever pulls away first loses.” he says, smiling with his teeth showing.

“No?” you scoff at him, shutting down his idea. “Awh is my Y/n scared of losing?” he mocked, he really was bored. “No way I’d lose to you” you say, sitting up. “Yeah?” he raised an eyebrow, head resting on his palm while he laid sideways.

“Yeah.” you said surely “Come here” you demanded. He sat on the edge, legs dangling off the bed. “Wait I need to get comfortable for this” you say, getting on top of him, strangling his thighs. “Ready?” he asks “Mhm” you reply as he slowly was connecting your lips together, seeing he was shy you grabbed his shoulders, lips connecting, tongues pushing each other.

He gasped at the sudden move, closing his eyes. His hands awkwardly sat beside him so he slowly put them on your waist, further deepening the kiss. You both were running out of air, gripping each other a little more tightly, both determined to win.

He had a plan up his sleeve.

He started tickling you in order for you to be the first one to pull away. And you did. “Hey!!!!” “that’s so not fair Denji” you say getting annoyed. “This was a scam” you roll your eyes at him, getting ready to get off him until you felt his hands once again on you, forcing you to stay still.

“Hey we had a deal” he says, looking at you. “Pfft, a fair deal where you wouldn’t cheat” you say, crossing your arms. “Pleaseeee” he pleaded with those puppy eyes that you could never say no to.

“Okay, what do you want?” you ask, getting a little scared by what the answer could be. “I want a blow job” he proudly says. “A blow job?” you ask, raising an eyebrow.

“Yeah where you suck me off-“ he starts explaining, “Denji i know what a bj is” you say, feeling a hard boner beneath you.

You weren’t gonna lie to yourself, Denji always looked good. Like extremely hot. You had so many fantasies about him, but never really tried anything with him.

He was a big perv and probably would say yes to anything you were to propose but you also felt shy about him like that. You always saw him as a best friend and was scared to ruin that title.

The moon was glowing on his face, lighting up his blonde hair. The sight made you aroused. You slowly got off his lap, on your knees on the ground, looking up at him.

He didn’t really think this through, thinking that no way you would ever say yes to something like that. He was looking down at you, hands resting behind his back.

You slid off his shorts, boner in his boxers even more visible than before. Denji was as red as a tomato, embarrassed. “You okay Ji?” you ask, using the nickname he loved but you rarely ever used it to tease him. “Y-yeah” he said, covering his face with the back of his hand.

You took off his boxers, revealing his dick. He spread his legs further, making things easier for you. You jerked him off at first, spreading the pre-cum, that was already spilling, up his cock.

You locked in eyes with him as your warm mouth finally reached his tip, swirling it with your tongue before shoving the whole thing down. He wasn’t thick, but more lengthy, hitting the back of your throat deeper every bop.

His slender fingers reached your hair, intervening with the strands. Head falling back. “Y/n this feels even better than all the times i imagined this” he blurbs out. Hearing those words made your pussy clench around nothing. Was he really thinking of you like that?You always thought he had a crush on Power.

“Nooo, don’t stop” he whined, voice raspy. You continued bopping your head, jerking off what you couldn’t fit in your mouth. His moans were getting louder at this point, breathing harder.

Good thing that you were both home alone. His dick started to twitch in your mouth, getting closer to his orgasm. “I-i want you to swallow everything” he said trying not to mix his words up.

Denji was making you wet at this point, moaning at the thought of him. The vibrations sent him over the edge, strings of cum going down your throat.

“Come here” he says, kind of whispering. You get on top of him, strangling his thighs with yours. He got close to your ear, getting a boost of confidence. “Ride my thigh” he whispered in your ear, hugging your waist. He knew his cock couldn’t take another round.

You waisted no time, pushing your hips back and forth on his thigh, trying to get as much friction as you could. Denji cut off your moans with a kiss, his sharp teeth slightly bitting your lips.

You had your hands on his neck, humping his thigh. You were also wearing one of his shirts that was a little big on you, and nothing but a black lace thong underneath.

His hands went from your waist to feel your tits, they felt even better then he ever thought your tits would feel.

One hand went to your waist again while the other went down into your thong, rubbing circles on your clit while you were still humping him.

“J-ji” you say not containing your moans in, head falling on his shoulder. His cold fingers felt so good your legs started shaking, toes curling.

You reached your climax, your bodily fluids getting on his thigh and on your bed. You look up at his face that was light up by the moon, giggling at him. “You’re so cute Ji” you peck him on the lips once again, hugging him.

“Sleep with me today” you say to him, resting your head on his chest. “What ever you say Y/n” he smiled at you.

˗ˏˋ ★ ˎˊ˗

Power came in to y’all’s room wanting to ask what you guys wanted for breakfast, but she was met with the sight of Denji spooning you, both sleeping peacefully.

She tipped toed to Aki “I told you!!!” she said happily to him.

[sirphrogington3rd]

🅂🄴🅇🅈 🄳🅁🅄🄶 - Falling In Reverse

Denji x reader

Warnings: cat girl(literally)+ dog boy, grinding, clit stimulus, handjob, and other things just beware

Disclaimer: I do not own Chainsawman or its characters. I do not own any of the images used or claim to own them.

Info on you: You work as a Public Safety Devil Hunter alongside Tokyo Special Division 4 members. The cat devil took over your body as you died, it was almost part of a contract. It got your body, and you kept your conscious and control of your body, but the devil taking over your body gave you some unwanted cat features.

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You always thought Denji was cute, he had his charm even though he was a big perv and kinda obnoxious.

Denji when he first saw you wanted to touch your boobs, but was also anamored by your cute face, and also the cat ears and tail you had. He noticed in public your tend to wear long skirt and let the ears be, someone wearing a beanie.

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"Denji?" You say gently as his limp blood blood-covered body rests in your arms

He looks up at you and turns red at his face's close proximity to your breasts

"Are you okay?" you ask

He nodded his cheek, running against your chest. He watched the tall cat ears on your head relax. You helped him stand. He seemed unstable, but Makima whisked him away. He looked back at you but had already turned walking away and helping others on the team or others in need of help.

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Denji walked over to you as you washed the dishes, Aki took Power with him on patrol and left you in charge. You had asked Denji to clean the mess off the table, and when he did, he made his way toward you.

"Uh- I'm done," he alerted

You look at him, "Okay, thank you," you smile

You look him up and down as you grab a towel, wiping off your hands, "Do you want to help me make food for when Aki and Power get back?"

"Sure," he says, nodding

You smile, "Let's do this," you say, rolling up your sleeves

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Your hands rest on his as you guide him on chopping vegetables. Denji felt your breath, and your boy pressed on him as you taught him. He swallowed thickly, trying to pay attention to chopping.

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You made bowls of food and handed two to Denji to put in the fridge, and he did. You made him a bowl and yourself a bowl and walked them over to the table. You placed his down and sat down to eat ours, Denji sat in front of his bowl and began eating.

He gasps, "You should cook all the time," he sighs

You laugh, and Denji thought your laugh was really cute, and he smiled, looking at you. A cute girl laughing at him, he felt his stomach tickle.

"(Name), you're cute," he says

"You're cute too, Denji," you smile, the sound of your tail batting the floor quickening

Denji notices this and smirks. He scooches closer to you, and you watch him. He again reaches for your tail, brushing his fingers against it.

"(Name)?" He asks watching your face turn red

"Yes?" You shiver as his fingers continuously rub against your tail

Denji looks at you, his stare lustful in its own right, and asks, "Do you want to be my girlfriend?"

You nodded, not being able to bring yourself to make eye contact or even speak.

"Can I kiss you?" He asked nervously feeling his body heat up

Your face grew even hotter, and you turned your head to face him. Your hand reached up to hold his cheek. Denji felt your lips press against his, and his free hand moved to your ear, rubbing the fur with his fingers. He felt you squirm and feel you grab his hand, intertwining your fingers with his as his other hand's thumb kept a steady pace on rubbing your tail.

"Denji," you whine softly

Denji felt his pants get tight as you whined his name, "Y-yeah?"

"Dont touch there," you tell

"O-okay," he said nodding

You pull back a fraction, looking at him, he is just as red as you or more. Your eyes travel down his body and rest on the bulge in his pants, You look at the clock. You move closer to him.

"(N-name)?" he stuttered

"We have 30 minutes until Aki and Power get back. Do you want me to take care of that?" you say pointing down at his lap

"Y-yes please!" he said excitedly

You smile and nod, shifting onto his lap. Denji shuddered as he felt your crouch press against his, you rolled your hips against him, and Denji looked at you, his breath getting heavier. You grabbed his hands and placed them on your chest, Denji squeezed and played with them as you continued to grind your clothed clit against his clothed bulge.

Denji shifted his hips upwards, trying to get some more friction, and succeeding he let out a pleasured groan. You blushed getting quiet except for the soft moans, Denji leaned into you kissing you gently, his nerves not allowing him to get rough. Your hands rested on the nape of his neck, you pulled him closer, silently trying to convey it was okay for him to loosen up, and you deepened the kiss. Tongues rubbing and pressing each other as you both made out. Denji's hands moved to your hips adding more pressure as you rocked your hips.

"Aah.. Denji..." You moan against his lips

Denji leaned forward pushing you backward, once you were on your back, he pulled back to look at you, "Can I?" Denji asked looking down at your low-rise shorts. You nod and he pulls them off, he looks at your panties and notices the little wet spot.

"I like your panties," He says

"Good, you can keep 'em."

Denji excitedly takes them off and places them nicely beside you and unzipped himself, fishing out his hard cock. You leaned up and kissed him again, your hand reaching to rub his cock. Denji whimpered against your lips as your hand stroked him. The kiss becomes wet and sloppy as Denji's fingers press against your clit.

Denji's other hand went under your shirt, pinching, and stoking over your nipple. Denji felt himself shiver as your hand stroked him faster, He was going to come at any second, and he wouldn't be able to hold back. You pull away and place his mouth near your ear as he whimpers, alerting you to his climax.

"(Name)," he gasps against your ear

Ropes of white shoot out of Denji cock and onto your hand and stomach. You pulled away from Denji, and while holding eye contact, lewdly lick the come off your fingers.

Denji goes red watching your lips enveloping your fingers and lewdly sucking off his come. He lowers his mouth to your pussy, keeping eye contact, and nuzzles his nose against your clit and his tongue on your folds, teasing his tongue along your slit. You looked at the clock, 15 minutes.

"D-denji–we don't *moan* h...have enough time f-for this," you whine

He looks up at you, moving his face away just enough so you can hear him properly, "I can be quick," he says, his breath stimulating your more

Your eyes dart away from his, "alright."

And just as quickly as he pulled away and right back in, lapping up your folds, teasing your slit, and nuzzling your pearl with his nose. All acts of stimulus driving your thighs to tense around his head and your hands to holding the back of his head, your nails grazing his scalp and neck. You gasp, feeling your core tighten.

"Good job *moan* like that..." You croon nearing the edge of your orgasm

Denji continues listening intently for instructions, your eyes dart back to the clock, 9 minutes.

"Faster," you demand

And he obliged, nuzzling his nose quicker and slightly harder, and his tongue worked against your folds. Your ear moved, and you sensed Aki and Power in the building. They're early. Why are they early?? As your core came undone and you emptied yourself onto Denji's mouth, you estimated, 4 minutes or less.

"Mmph," you moan, "get up, we need go act normal, Aki and Power will be here any moment."

Denji nodded and sat back, and you sat up and pulled your shorts back on, and Denji snatched your panties. You lean forward and place a chaste kiss on Denji's soaked lips, smelling your scent on him felt exhilarating.

"Go to the bathroom and clean up," you say

"Y-yes (Name)," he nods and walks obediently into the bathroom

You smile your clit throbbing with arousal, still wanting his touch. You turn the TV on and run into the bedroom to grab a blanket and sit down, wrapping the fabric around you and laying down on the floor facing the Tv. You took naps often. It was the way the cat devil (that kept you alive) preferred to regain energy, so it was common to see you take a quick nap.

Aki's keys jiggle, and the door unlocks and opens, Power loudly saying something about Meowy, and your pretend to be woken up by them.

"Aki, Power your home," you smile, feigning drowsiness, "I made food. You two have bowls in the fridge."

"Thank you (Name)," Aki said, "say thank you, Power."

"Thank you.." Power grumbles

Denji opens the bathroom door, "You're back," He groans

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A/n: heyyy, I recently started reading Chainsaw Man, and I'm in love with denji even though he's a big perv bc I lwky get him😔

[komugistissue]

Ok, so imagine you're dating Aki and he knows Denji has a crush on you, so Aki makes a point of fucking you on the couch when he knows Denji will be coming home soon so he walks in and sees, or fingering you on the balcony while Denji's eating in the living room and can hear, or leaving the door open when you while you ride him in bed because he know Denji will try to take a peak. Anyways, imagine Aki exerting his power by showing Denji how good he makes you, better than he ever could. 🥴🥴🥴

oh anon.. this is too good.. bless u 😵‍💫

i had a lot of fun writing this! hope to see more requests from u in the future, anon :3 🖤

warnings- afab reader, denji is lowkey (highkey) a little perv, riding, voyeurism, fondling, nipple play, masturbation, filming, reader doesn't know denji can see them

you and aki were just supposed to be watching a movie together while denji was out of the house for the night. but the way it always goes with him, you ended up sitting on top of your boyfriends lap with your tongue in his mouth. "fuck.. aki.. won't denji be home soon? i don't know if we should be doing this on the couch, don't you just want to go to our bed?" you asked at your boyfriend, a little worried. you didn't want denji to walk in on you and aki having sex, that'd just be so humiliating.

"calm down baby, denji shouldn't be back for at least another hour or two, i got you all to myself.." he cooed into your ear as he started to kiss down your neck. aki hated lying to his sweet girlfriend, but this time, he deemed it necessary. he noticed the way denji always started at you. whether it be your chest, ass, thighs, or face, he always found a way to look at you. aki decided something should be done about it, so he waited patiently for his opportunity. and this one was perfect. he was going to make sure denji saw just how good he made you feel.

aki's hands traveled up your shirt and pawed at your chest. your face flushed a deep red with the combination of the kisses at your neck and aki pinching your nipples. "ki.. please.. i want you inside of me already.. please no more teasing.." you whined desperately to him. "okay baby i hear you, i'm sorry" he falsely apologized to you. you buried your face in his neck and while aki pulled your panties to the side, prepping with his fingers, he heard the faintest sound of keys jingling and the door unlocking. aki smirked and curled his fingers up, causing you to moan loudly. denji heard the sound from outside and slowly walked in the door.

"i.." denji muttered quietly. aki locked eyes with denji and put his finger on his mouth mimicking a "shh" motion. denji was so shocked and embarrassed. he'd liked you ever since aki introduced you to him, and now here you were in front of him, getting fingered by his best friend. he fantasized about seeing you like this every night, was he dreaming? even if he was dreaming he knew one thing for sure, there was a growing aching in his pants.

"think you're ready for my cock now baby? did i stretch you out enough?" aki asked you, still making eye contact with denji. "yes.. yeah please i need you in me so bad ki.. you're always teasing me... nnhgh.." upon your plea, aki reached his hand inside of his sweatpants and pulled out his cock, denji did the same. aki pushed his cock inside your aching pussy, denji pushed his into his fist. aki put both of his hands on your ass and helped you move up and down. "hah.. fuck aki.. it feels so good! please don't stop!" denji stroked his cock at this sight and bit back his moans. he wished he could watch this moment back everyday. wait. he reached into his pocket. fuck. is it okay for him to do this? does he care? "ah! aki fuck, please harder!" no, he doesn't. he pulls out his phone camera and presses record.

fuck, a 25 minute video of a girl he likes getting fucked?

yeah, he's jerking off later.

[ohbrotherthisblogstinks]

IN VINO VERITAS

ੈ✩‧₊˚ himeno x fem reader

synopsis: you and your hot new friend, who you’re down cataclysmically for, bump coochies in the woods 👉👌

Warnings: 18+, nsfw, fem bodied reader, praise (use of ‘good girl’), consumption of alcohol, dubcon (since you’re both tipsy), semi-public sex (y’all are at a campsite and it’s implied there are other people nearby), oral (f. receiving), tribbing, edging (kinda), choking (kinda), Himeno is the dominant one but not a dom, gentle biting, mention of masturbation

Other warnings: smoking (cigarettes), Himeno calls Aki an emo twink, age gap (ish, Himeno is about 5-6 years older than reader), there is no puke in this fic even though we have the combination of Himeno and alcohol :), reader is a bit needy and a bit of a perv lol

“You okay?” Himeno’s voice pulled you out of your daydream, and you realized you’d been clutching the armrest by the passenger seat, your knuckles white.

“I’m fine,” you said. “I just zoned out.” 

“I was gonna say, I don’t think I’m that bad of a driver.” She flashed you a smile before looking back at the road. “Although come to think of it, I did fail my permit test about four times.”

“That’s reassuring.” You stretched and yawned, glancing at the clock.

“We should be there by six, and that’ll give us enough light to set up the tent. Unless we fuck up and it takes us forever.”

“Which will probably happen, knowing us.”

“That reminds me, if Aki came with us he’d have his shit together and he certainly wouldn’t have gotten us lost.”

“Well, detours are fun.”

“You’re too kind.”

Aki had dipped out of the trip at the last minute, claiming he was feeling under the weather. He urged you and Himeno to go without him, and as a consolation gift, gave you two bottles of wine to sneak into the campsite. They were rather poorly hidden under the back seat, wrapped in one of your old sweatshirts. You glanced back at the contraband to make sure it wasn’t too conspicuous.

“Hey, do me a favor,” Himeno said, tilting her head towards the lighter sticking out of the cup holder. You nodded and reached for it, as she quickly retrieved the cigarette that was behind her ear. Throughout the long drive to the campsite you’d been the one to light her cigarettes for her while she talked your ear off about whatever came to her mind. She liked that you were a good listener, and you liked the sound of her voice, so it was a win-win.

Your crush on Himeno was a little more obvious than you’d like it to be. As she smoked with one hand gripping the wheel, her window rolled down and the wind whipping her hair around, you caught yourself staring. Your mind wandered, making your face grow hot. You wanted to know what the hand around the wheel would feel like around your neck as she feverishly kissed you. It was rather embarrassing to admit, but when you had time alone, thinking about her sometimes resulted in your hand down the front of your pants.

You’d been friends with Himeno for about six months now, after Aki had introduced the two of you, and ever since you met her you’d get butterflies every time you saw her. She sometimes caught you staring and would give you a knowing smirk, making you quickly look away. You had a feeling she was onto you, but you were never confident enough to say anything. After all, she was five or six years your senior, and she was an enigma of a woman. You could never quite figure her out, whether she was flirting with you or just being herself, and it made you far more anxious than you’d like to admit. 

After you and Himeno finally reached the campsite and spent an embarrassingly long time pitching your tent, you poked around in the back of her car for the bottles of wine while she set up two lawn chairs by the light of an old lantern she dug out of her trunk.

“We forgot to bring glasses,” you called over to her, clutching the bottles to your chest as you kicked the car door closed. 

“One bottle is mine and one is yours, then,” she quipped, and flopped down in her chair. You joined her and muscled open the bottles, passing one to her. She nodded thanks and took a long drink. The two of you sat there for God knows how long, talking and talking until you were almost certain you saw the sun beginning to rise. You curled up in your chair and stifled a yawn, and Himeno noticed and giggled.

“Am I boring you?”

“Not yet.” You tried and failed to hold back another yawn.

“Did I ever tell you about how I cut Aki’s hair that one time?”

“You what?” Your eyes widened, and you started laughing.

“Yup. He fell asleep and I was drunk and found a pair of scissors, and the rest is history. He was so mad at me, I felt terrible, but it was fucking hilarious.”

“He never told me about that.”

“I hurt his pride, that’s why.”

You cocked your head to one side. “Were you guys ever…a thing?”

“Oh, God, no. I wanted us to be at one point, but he made it abundantly clear that he wasn’t interested.” 

“You still like him, don’t you?” you teased, prodding her leg with your toe.

“Oh no, that ship has sailed. And it probably sank too.” She laughed heartily and ran a hand through her hair. “I have a bad habit of falling for emo twinks.”

You snorted, making her laugh even harder. 

“Honestly, though, don’t worry about me. I’m no competition if you’re trying to get a piece of that.” She sighed and leaned further back in the chair, setting the bottle on the ground.

You suddenly stood up and lurched over to her, gripping her chair for balance, and sat right down on her lap, putting your arms around her neck and laying your head on her shoulder. 

“Oh?” She raised her eyebrows, surprised. After a few seconds had passed, she timidly placed her hands on your waist. “Did I say something?”

“No,” you sighed, pulling back to look at her. You absentmindedly twirled a lock of her hair between your thumb and forefinger. “Well, kinda.”

“What is it, then?” 

“I have a crush on you.” You hung your head, looking down into your lap. You couldn’t look her in the eyes, you couldn’t stomach it. You heard her sigh, and you prepared yourself for the worst. After a few excruciating seconds, she finally spoke.

“I know,” she said softly, lifting her hand to gently pinch your cheek. “It’s very obvious.” Your eyes widened. 

“Is it really?” You looked back up at her, and she nodded. There was a glint in her eye that wasn’t there before. 

“Are you gonna do anything about it?” she asked you, that same knowing smirk spreading across her face. 

You kissed her without hesitation, making her giggle against your lips. You felt her squeeze your waist and pull you a little closer until you were snug against her. She gently laid her hand on the back of your head and slid her tongue against yours, making a soft moan slip out of your mouth. 

She pulled away and looked at you quizzically, still smirking. You stared in disbelief. You’d really done it, you’d kissed her. It could only get so much better or so much worse.

“I’m sorry,” you blurted out, still in a trance. 

“Don’t apologize.”

She suddenly snaked an arm underneath your thighs and picked you up bridal style, making you squeal, and you held on tight as she carried you in the direction of the tent. She smelled like sweat and sunscreen and smoke, but in a way that was strangely pleasant to you. She grunted as she struggled with the flap of the tent, and you felt yourself beginning to slip.

“If you drop me, I swear to God,” you giggled. 

“Fuckin’ help me, then!”

After a comically long struggle with the tent flap that did indeed involve being dropped by Himeno, she stumbled into the tent and pulled you down onto the cot with her, making you laugh even harder. She zipped the door closed, and crawled over to straddle your waist.

“Are you putting me to bed?” You squinted up at her, your eyes adjusting to the dim light inside the tent. 

“Yeah, something like that.” 

“Are you gonna kill me or something?” You started laughing again, blindly reaching for her, and you felt her grab your hand and squeeze it. She leaned in closer to you, hovering over you and smiling, her hair brushing against your face. You blinked up at her, doe-eyed.

“You’re so cute,” she marveled.

“You think so?”

“Mmm-hmm. And you’re all mine.” She leaned down to press kisses to your neck, gently nipping your skin every now and then and eliciting whimpers from you. Her fingertips felt cool and soothing brushing against your flushed skin, and you felt her tug at the hem of your shirt. You raised your arms to help her remove it, and she resumed her kisses once she tugged it off you. 

“You’re not wearing a bra.”

“Brilliant, Holmes.”

She snort-laughed and poked you in the rib, making you yelp. 

“You have pretty tits.”

“Thank you?”

“No, I mean it. They’re cute.” She brushed some hair out of your eyes and smiled at you. “I want them in my mouth.”

You burst out laughing again, thankful that the dim light was hiding the raging blush spreading across your cheeks. Himeno gave your neck one more gentle nip before moving her hand up to cup your left breast. She inched further down and swirled her tongue around your nipple, making you gasp. 

“You’re so fucking cute,” she whispered between kisses, and you felt her start to move further down, her fingers slipping under the waistband of your shorts. You almost immediately lifted your hips to help her pull them down, and she chuckled at your eagerness. 

Once she’d completely undressed you, she sat back on her heels and ran a hand through her hair, looking down at you with hazy eyes. 

“Please touch me more,” you blurted out, reaching out and gripping her arm as she ghosted her fingertips across your bare skin, making you shiver with anticipation. 

“What do you want me to do?” she asked you, her lips curling up into a cheeky grin. She continued brushing her fingertips against your skin, just barely touching you and avoiding where you needed her most. 

Your breathing had gotten shaky and erratic, and you couldn’t think of anything other than her, the sound of her voice, the intensity of her touch. You looked up at her with pleading eyes, your grip on her arm tightening.

“Please fuck me,” you whispered, and she smiled and leaned down to peck your forehead.

“Good girl. That’s what I wanted to hear.” She gently spread your legs and crawled down to settle in between them. She hooked her arms around your thighs and looked up to you inquisitively, silently asking your consent. You nodded vigorously, making her laugh. 

She was so close to you now, her grip on your hips making your skin tingle and her hot breath fanning against your aching pussy. You let out a surprised whimper when she finally flattened her tongue against your pussy, licking a thick stripe all the way up to your clit. She continued, making you squirm and whine and grind against her face each time she flicked her tongue against your clit. 

It was close to the best feeling you’d ever felt, the strong grip of her hands on your hips, the sloppy kisses she’d give your clit when your thighs tensed around her head.  She pulled away right before you could get your satisfaction, making you huff and whine in frustration.

“You gotta be quiet, baby.” She rested her head on your thigh and smiled up at you, gently rubbing your lower stomach. 

“I-I’m sorry, I- fuck!” She resumed going down on you, making you squirm and cry out. You brought a shaky hand up to your mouth, and grabbed a messy handful of her hair with the other. Your thighs shook and your back arched as you came, your eyes rolling back as you tried not to scream from the pleasure. She finally pulled away when you gave her hair a harsh tug, and crawled up to kiss you, silencing your whimpers. 

“You okay?” she asked you upon pulling away, brushing some hair away from your sweaty forehead. You nodded, your chest still heaving as you tried to catch your breath. She pecked your forehead and sat back up, straddling your waist. 

“I wanna try something,” she whispered, and your eyes grew wide as she peeled off her shirt and started to unhook her bra. “It’ll feel really good. I promise.” You nodded.

“Don’t just stare, help me,” she giggled, noticing your gaze. You quickly propped yourself up and started to unbutton her shorts, which she flung into the corner of the tent along with her underwear after some shuffling around in the dark. After pushing your legs apart, she inched closer to you, and lifted your right leg so your calf rested on her shoulder. 

“Stay like this for me, okay?” You nodded obediently, awaiting her next move. She gently ran a hand over your lower stomach and lowered her hips to meet yours.

You gasped and grabbed her hand as she started grinding against you, and she chuckled quietly, giving your hand a tight squeeze. 

“I told you.”

She gripped your leg with one hand as the movement of her hips became more rhythmic, letting the other wander over your bare skin. She brushed her fingertips across your stomach, then your tits, then gently placed her hand around your neck and squeezed ever-so-slightly, at which you arched your back and let out a breathy moan. She chuckled and maintained her gentle grip on your throat, her gaze fixed on the way your face contorted in pleasure with each thrust of her hips.

“That feel good?” she asked you breathlessly, knowing you could barely form the words to answer her. You could only nod and whine in response, making her lips curl upwards into a satisfied smile. She could tell you were close by the way you were breathing, the way the muscles of your thighs and calves and stomach tensed as she touched you. She was quite close herself too, sweating and flushed and barely able to control the movement of her hips.

You clawed at her arm, your eyes wide and almost frantic, and she held eye contact with you as you came undone beneath her, firmly pressing her hand over your mouth to muffle your whines. Her own orgasm soon followed, and she let out a low moan, her fingernails digging into your calf and making you whine in pain and pleasure. 

She pressed sloppy, open-mouthed kisses to your calf as she rode out her orgasm, then gently pulled away from you and rolled onto your back. You instinctively reached out for her, and she pulled you in, sighing contently. You wrapped your arms around her and snuggled tighter against her.

“You okay?” she whispered, smoothing out your messy hair. You nodded and pulled back a little to look at her, smiling with hazy eyes. 

“Can I take you out for breakfast tomorrow?” you asked, resting your forehead against hers. 

“I would love that. I’m paying though, you can’t change my mind.”

You huffed in protest. “Fine, as long as you let me be big spoon.” 

She grinned.

“Deal.”

[tonberry-yoda]

Denji headcanons because he deserves better

the headcanons at the beginning are for an implied f!reader or at least afab!reader, i just wanted to warn y'all :) but the rest are just goofy

just gonna get this part out of the way

he will stare at your boobs

we already know this

he might also take your bras to just stare at

yes even your underwear im sorry

now that we got perv denji mostly out of the way, lets continue

give him little kisses all the time and he will melt (and slowly it will make him forget about that awful first kiss that we will not talk about here)

you literally make him forget about makima

he is literally in love with you

like cannot take his eyes off of you

he is super appreciative of everything that you do for him, so if you cook for him, he will wolf that down

you are what he dreamed of having his whole life, so actually having you and being able to see you everyday makes him so happy

beware though, this man needs you attention CONSTANTLY

like he will crawl on your lap like a cat just to get you to pet his hair or something

i feel like he would just randomly cry, so please hold him

denji is such a menace, so when you get all chaotic with him, aki's only thought is how he is going to kill the both of you

and dont even get me started on if power joined in

he will eat random shit

like random berries off of trees

please stop him i beg

he is little spoon

please let him be little spoon

he will fall asleep like a baby if you cuddle him

he sucks at videogames, so that's your opportunity to kick his ass fr

he will always ask what's going on in the movie your watching and it makes you just wanna rip his head off, but you tell him anyway because you love him or whatever lmao

he will eat everything in your house

this is your warning

like you will stock up on groceries and find an empty fridge two days later

especially if he brings power over

squish his little cheeks please

take him to an all you can eat buffet and he will eat all he can

he really likes cheesy dates like bowling or going to an arcade. even if he sucks at it, he still wants to go

he will eat anything if it's smothered in cheese. a n y t h i n g

doesnt know how to keep a super tidy space, but it's never outright gross

only sometimes

he does have posters in his room of half naked women

but he will gladly take them down if you ask

he will fall asleep ANYWHERE so be careful

mans will be asleepin the shower if you arent careful

will grab a snake with his bare hands and will ask if he can keep it

this has happened more than once

he will sweetly tells you how much you mean to him though and will never fail to tell you that he really loves you <333

~~~~~

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@tonberry-yoda

[dejwritesarchived]

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀─── ⠀ ⠀⠀ wicked games⠀ 〳 ⠀ a.hayakawa ‵

❪ ♡ ❫ ─── ( synopsis ) the story of japan's biggest rockstar aki hayakawa

♡ ˙ ˖ ✧ — reading discretion is advised: female reader, her/she pronouns, female anatomy, rockstar!aki, therapist!reader, written with black reader in mind, drug usage, alcohol usage, mentions of rehab, dark content, obsessive!aki, panty stealing, panty sniffing, not even going lie don't know nothing about therapist occupation so i apologize now, mentioned bi!aki, solo masturbation, implied oral (m.receiving), implied missionary position, mentions of relationships with himeno & angel, aki's thoughts in italics, wc: 4k, loosely inspired by wicked games by the weekend. can also read & leave kudos on ao3 pls.

♡ ˙ ˖ ✧ — entry for @okhotel #XO♡. thee collab

HIS LEGS SPREAD APART AS HE LISTENED TO THE LADY IN FRONT OF HIM TALK. His dark eyes couldn’t stop looking at how her lips looked as she articulated every syllable of each word that rolled off her tongue. Or she would constantly switch legs to cross them so that he couldn’t get a glimpse of the panties she wore. To Aki Hayakawa’s guess, they had to be red, Fenty brand, seamless because it was tacky to wear a pencil skirt and have the seam to your panties showing—and very easy to push to the side to see her pussy lips glisten with her own slick.

What the fuck, Aki? Why are you having these thoughts about your therapist, you fuckin’ perv.

“Mr. Hayakawa, did you hear me?” Her head tilts to the side, wondering where he stared off to.

Aki clears his throat as he adjusts himself in his seat. He leans back to make himself comfortable—spreading his thighs slightly before sighing.

Once again, they’re traveling down to her lips as she repeats the question he somewhat hears. The vivid image of her pretty mouth wrapped around his cock swirled around his head—like a carousel that goes around and around. The thought of how the flat of her tongue could lick at the one vein that pops up on Aki’s cock when he’s hard. Or how those kissable lips would place a kiss on the tip of his mushroom-shaped tip, collecting his salty precum effortlessly. She’ll probably sound so pretty as she gags on his cock. She’ll look even more stunning with a thick cum shot on her face.

Fuck, Aki—there you go again.

“Your relationships with Angel and Himeno? They seem to be very prominent relationships in your life.” She says. “With Angel being your bandmate. Himeno being a longtime friend..”

“They were, but they left. Just like everyone else,” Aki let out the most depressing sigh before his eyes met with the woman in front of him. “But, I moved on. You have to do it when you’re an international Grammy-winning rockstar.”

“Did you?” Her eyebrows raised curiosity as she rolled her black ink pen around her fingers.

“Did I, what?” Aki asked.

“Get over them? If you don’t have the proper time to heal from someone leaving your life, you’re prone to turn to toxic things to help you temporarily cope rather than heal,” She explains.

Aki’s mouth went dry hearing that statement come out of her pretty mouth. The same mouth he just was visualizing his cock was buried in. He sinks further in his seat—realizing that he did cope in such an odd way regarding his past relationships. Himeno broke up with him, and he turned to drinking. Angel left him, and he turned to partying and drugs. He went to defend his actions, but the timer went off, indicating that their hour together had ended.

“I have spoken to your manager and hope to get at least two more sessions in before you go to rehab, Mr. Hayakawa.” She says. “From what I’ve been told, you’ll most likely have a different therapist, but If you’re comfortable, I can set up where we can meet virtually.”

“I would prefer that.” Aki fiddled with the silver rings on his finger before standing up. His hand went up to rub the back of his nervously. “I wish you were stuck listening to my problems all the time.” His crystal blue eyes met with hers as she chuckled at his statement.

“Goodnight, Mr. Hayakawa.”

“Goodnight.”

Their time together always ended like this. Just Aki staring at her as his crystal blue eyes examine her lips and then eye her up and down—then he’ll leave with the lewd image of how she’ll look without clothes on. It was sick that he imagined her like that. She was so kind. So sweet, delicate, endearing, and the list goes on. Sadly, despite her kindness in a world that hated his guts at the moment—he deduced her to be a sexual object. That’s because you’re sick in the head, Aki. Everything you touch, you ruin.

He pushed his hands further into his leather jacket, fishing for his box of cigarettes and lighter. He placed the nicotine-rolled stick in between his lips and lit the cigarette. His eyes stared at the shiny silver lighter engraved with his name—a present from Angel that he held onto even when it was on the verge of being used up. It was the last thing Aki had that reminded him of him. You would hold onto a little lighter if one of the people you’ve loved left you, wouldn’t you?

Aki saw his driver perfectly in the parking lot waiting for him. He is watching a lousy football game when he is supposed to call Aki immediately after his therapy sessions to ensure he doesn’t go exploring around the city. That was a specific task from Aki’s manager after his last sessions with another therapist—Aki landed a very exclusive TMZ story of his dangerous and toxic behavior. It wasn’t that bad. He only nearly cracked his skull in half because he was drunk and attempted to skateboard. Also, maybe he tried to have sex with a stranger too. That night was a complete blur.

“It’s been such a long day, but it’s Friday. Let’s go out for drinks.” He heard a familiar voice.

His eyes glanced toward the laughter and saw her—his therapist.

“Y/N, you’re the therapist of that insane rockstar Aki Hayakawa. You need it more than us.” Another woman says. “I mean, have you read the shit TMZ says about him? What has he done? You’ll probably need a session when you’re done with him.”

Aki’s fist clenched at the words that were being said about him. His head hung low as he lost his appetite to finish his cigarette. He let it fall to the ground, and his foot crushed it.

“He’s a nice person. You guys aren’t his therapist, so you wouldn’t understand. Who is buying the first round of shots at Mickey’s?” She linked arms with her co-worker and eventually walked towards the other parking lot.

Aki now walked to his driver so quickly. The dark-haired rockstar nearly startled the older gentleman when he climbed into the car. He would lean forward, smiling at the man. “Can we make a quick stop before you drop me off?” He gives the man driving him around through highs and drunken hiccups a cheeky smile.

“Your manager made it clear that I must take you home immediately, Aki.”

“That’s no fun. I’ll be quick. I’m just dropping in to say hello and then leaving. It’s just a bar I found out an old friend works at.”

Aki was good at three things. Sex, songwriting, and lying. He honestly thought lying was his best quality about himself. After all, he was sure all celebrities were good at it. Lying and saving face so your precious fans won’t view you as something else despite behind the scenes & signed NDAs, it was completely different. No matter what good morals you had in Hollywood, as long as you were a part of the celebrities—you had some dirt on you.

His driver sighed before he buckled his seatbelt. “I’m giving you fifteen minutes. If you’re not out in fifteen—”

“You’ll call my manager, and he’ll throw me back into rehab. I know the story already,” He says with a smile.

He told his driver the same bar that Y/N would be at. His ears perked up after hearing the GPS state that the bar was only ten minutes from their location. Aki was thinking about what he could say to her. Perhaps buy her a drink before she lectures him about how this environment wasn’t the safest considering his sobriety streak. Yeah, that pretty mouth of hers is going to lecture me.

The weekend for nine-to-five workers who needed a drink to hype up their relaxing weekend started some bar. His driver parked in the crowded parking lot of the bar. Aki assumed that it must have been Friday rush hour for the bar. “Just fifteen minutes.” His driver says to him before he goes back to watching the sports game he was previously watching.

“Uh-huh, sure.” Aki sarcastically admits while he climbs out of the car.

Aki walked into the bar and instantly searched for her. He ignored the murmurs of strangers who immediately recognized those crystal blue eyes from his first album cover. When he spotted Y/N in the back of the bar all alone, he knew that this was the perfect opportunity to latch onto his prey. She was alone, enjoying her Friday evening off—sipping her drink and bopping her head to the music playing. Before he could even step away, two women approached him. One of the women eyed him before the alcohol she consumed finally made her realize who she was standing in front of.

“Oh my god! You’re Aki Hayakawa! I love your music!”

Aki wasn’t sure how a person’s shrieks of excitement could also come out like a horrible slur. He forced a smile on his face glancing in the direction of Y/N. Mentally cursing at himself when he sees some guy approach her. Fuck, there goes your perfect opportunity. Get rid of him, Aki. Get him away from her.

“Can we get your autograph?” The other drunkenly asked.

“How about you find me a sharpie, and I’ll sign where ever you ladies like,” He gives them a grin and watches as their cheeks glow as bright as the pink blush sprinkled on their heated cheeks.

As if he had just assigned them to save the planet, the two of them disappeared into the crowded bar to let Aki continue his journey to claim his prey. The closer he got to Y/N, she finally noticed who was walking towards her, and her smile from the friendly conversation with the guy next to her dropped. She placed her drink on the table where she was standing and decided to bridge the gap between herself and Aki.

“You shouldn’t be here.” Her tone of voice came off as demanding, disappointing, and dreadful.

Here come the lecture and the lie.

“I’m here to meet a friend that’s in town.” Aki’s eyes soften, just like the lie he just told.

“And you couldn’t meet in a cafe or something?” Y/N asks. She didn’t even let him finish his sentence before she’s gripping at the sleeve of his black leather jacket to drag him toward the entrance.

It was a poor excuse to try to get him to bulge, “I’m not going to drink. Plus, I kind of miss the atmosphere of a bar. It reminds me of the old days when my band first started.”

“But your sobriety, as your therapist—I just don’t think this is safe at all. This friend of yours doesn’t per se have your best interest if they want to meet here of all places. Where the hell is your driver?.”

Aw, she actually cares about you.

Aki’s eyes glanced at the bar, searching for something that could cause him to stay. So that he could spend more time with her, his ocean-blue eyes twinkled, seeing the unattended pool table in the corner of the bar. “I’ll go home. Let’s just play one game of pool. Just one game.”

He watches as her lips part to argue against his decision. He knew her so well that she knew he would go back and forth with her until he got what he wanted. She pointed out that he did that a lot when communicating with people when they first met. That meeting didn’t go quite well, but it did help them grow to where they are right now.

Well, when you put it that way, Aki, you make it seem like you are together. You’re not…yet.

“I don’t even know how to play pool.” He hears her say.

“I can teach you,” Aki says. “It’s not that hard.”

He watches as her plump lips part to speak but is interrupted by the two girls from earlier—the group of women huddles around him with so many questions and comments. Not only did they find a sharpie marker, but they also brought their whole group of friends with them. Aki even could see the glare that Y/N was giving him as he was just signing women's boobs left and right. Before he could even autograph the last person, Y/N grabbed his wrist to drag him towards the exit.

“It’s time to go,” She yells as she drags him out of the bar.

When the crisp air hits both of him, he watches as she glances around, searching for his driver. “We’re going home. That environment was not safe for you. You know this, Aki.” She sighs.

As soon as Y/N spotted the luxury car, it didn’t take much as she dragged Aki towards it. She opened the door to let him climb in first before she followed behind him. She sit down next to him after giving his driver her address. The situation felt so familiar to him. His manager once dragged him out of a bar an hour before he had a concert. Yes, he had to cancel the show and nearly got dropped from his record label.

The car ride to Y/N’s place was filled with Y/N asking his driver many questions and somewhat scolding him about even letting him stop at a bar. Aki couldn’t help but chuckle at her words until he could feel the car stop.

“Goodnight, Aki. Be sure to go straight home after this. No more pit stops at any—.” Her words were interrupted by Aki.

“Can I use your bathroom?” Aki asked.

He didn’t have to use the bathroom. Just another plan to let Aki be in her presence, just a little longer. He watches as she rolls her eyes and just nods. They walked into her apartment complex, and he noticed how Y/N greeted everyone who bypassed them. Even down to the little kid hugging their father’s leg as they were in the mailroom. She was so kind. So pure.

“This seems like a nice place to stay,” Aki says as they step into the elevator.

“It’s okay. My neighbor tends to give me baked goods when she’s going through a breakout so that I could give him a listening ear.” She says. “I accept them because the guy makes some pretty good brownies.” She chuckles.

Aki chuckled, and his lips even formed a smile. When the elevator door started moving, the two were standing in silence. Aki’s hand itched to ask if she was seeing anyone. He didn’t see any wedding ring, but he didn’t want to be blindsided by a man in Y/N’s kitchen sipping orange juice out of the bottle when he entered her place. But Aki had to respect her boundaries. He followed her to her apartment, and when she unlocked the door to let the two of them in.

When Aki stepped into Y/N’s apartment, he took in his surroundings as he walked further into Y/N’s apartment. He took in her apartment, and instantly he felt at home. The lingering smell of lavender traveled up his nostrils as he glanced around the place, completely starstruck. His blue eyes scanned around the place, taking in the family photos on the wall, her massive book collection, and even her cat that brushed against his leg to get familiar with him.

“The bathroom is down the hall on the left, right near my bedroom.” She says as she slides her feet into the house slippers and kneels down to pick up her cat.

Aki nods as he watches her kiss her cat's head and mumbles about giving them some food. He made his way to the bathroom, even though he didn’t even have to use the bathroom. He selfishly wanted to savor every second with her, even if that meant pretending to have to use the bathroom. As Aki turned on the sink water, he couldn’t help but stare at himself in the mirror. He did look much better compared to months ago. Formerly, Aki didn’t look like himself. His skin was much duller as if he was two seconds away from his death. His eyes used to droop like he had difficulty sleeping on tour. Since he stopped drinking and doing drugs, he was slowly becoming himself again. Himeno and Angel would have loved that.

As he finished washing his hands, he couldn’t help but wonder if it was because of her. He had gone through so many therapists that he had lost count and his manager grew a headache even having to find another therapist. Y/N made him feel so comfortable. He enjoyed talking to her and being in her presence so much that he could tell he was getting attached. Obsessively attached.

It’s best not to get attached, Aki. She’ll leave you. Himeno did it. Angel did it. What makes her so different?

“She’s different. I know it.” He mumbles as he collects one of the spare hand towels that Y/N folded neatly on the shelves.

He was just drying his hands and ready to drop the towel in the basket that was in the bathroom until a particular piece of clothing caught his attention. His eyes stared at the red lace fabric as his teeth nibbled on his lower lip. A sigh of desperation exited his mouth before he eagerly dug his hand into the basket to collect the red thong on top of the laundry in the basket. He shoved the fabric deeply into his pockets and made his exit. His steps were quick towards the door to avoid Y/N, who was in the kitchen. He didn’t even bother to yell out a goodbye with the newest precious souvenir in his pocket. His heart pounded so quickly, similar to the feeling of him being on stage performing. How can such a little task like stealing your therapist's panties give off the same adrenaline rush from snorting a line of coke and then going to perform for millions of people?

It’s because you’re getting attached, Aki.

Aki Hayakawa could have any person in the world except for her. His therapist. The old him would have been furious at the thought. How can someone like Y/N not pick up that he was interested in her? Aki tonight had to respect her boundaries, respect the rules. So instead, he would only continue to live in his own delusions as he lay in bed at night staring at the ceiling. The crescent moon twinkling through the curtains and the wind blowing against his window caused his room to feel a bit colder.

I wish she were here.

Of course. Y/N could keep him warm. In many ways, he could think of it, but it was one particular way he couldn’t escape. No matter how often he thinks about something else, his mind keeps going to one vivid image. He bet she enjoyed missionary. She probably enjoyed seeing the men who pleasured her face quiver in pure bliss as they were balls deep inside her. Aki would have loved it. The mere thought caused his cock to grow hard instantly. He shifted in bed uncomfortably—realizing that his boner would bother him until he did something about it. It wasn’t like he could call up his ex-flings for a late-night hookup. In his third session with Y/N, he had already established that both of them hated his guts. Then it was beyond a reach to call Y/N. She was so clueless about his feelings toward her.

He rolled over on his back to stare up at his ceiling. The thought of her moving around in his mind caused his skin to be decorated with goosebumps. The way her lips curled into a smile sent a chill down his spine. The sound of her laughter and voice was like an intoxicating drug he didn’t want to let go of. How could she make him feel this type of way?

His slender fingers toyed with the grey sweatpants band covering his lower half. Due to the discomfort of his boner, Aki had kicked the thin grey-colored sheet off his body. The only thing that could be heard in his room was the sound of his faint breathing before he uttered a curse word and eventually rolled the sweatpants down his toned thighs. Aki’s kicking the sweatpants and boxers off quickly before making himself comfortable. He grabs his other pillow and places it behind his head to get a better view of what he is about to do. Just as Aki was about to let his hand clutch upon his cock, he remembered the little treat he had stolen from Y/N’s place that night he took her home. His lips curl into a devious smirk before he reaches in the dark oak-colored nightstand next to his king-sized bed. His hand grabbed the red lace thong he hand took as a souvenir to remember his favorite therapist.

Gosh, you have hit a low, Aki. But that’s okay. You’re so close to becoming a better person for her.

He collected some spit from his mouth before palming his cock. In Aki's mind, he just couldn’t stop thinking about her. He wondered how she did it. Does she let her plush lips suck on the tip while she glides her hands up and down the shaft? Does she ensure it’s covered in as much saliva as possible because the messier, the better? Any way, she did it, turned Aki on. Subtle groans reverberated by his lips as he guided his right hand up and down his shaft. He attempted so badly to mimic how he thought Y/N would do it. His left hand palmed at the red lace in his hand as he groaned out whines of Y/N’s name with each stroke of his hardened cock.

“Fuck.” Aki breathes out while letting his head fall back on the fluffy pillow propped behind his head.

His eyes watered due to the intense pleasure that felt much better than the temporary high he chased when he did drugs. This just felt so much better to Aki. It was better than the euphoric feeling after taking molly. It was better than the mellow feeling after smoking weed.

For another five minutes, Aki was palming his cock until he could feel the pit of his stomach on fire. He was so close to cumming, and he knew it would be so much of it. The grip of the red thong in his left hand was just as tight as how he massaged his pink-shaded tip before stroking his shaft once more. His eyes darted to the red thong in his hand. The thoughts he had in his mind were so sinister he knew that Satan himself was shaking his head. This was going to make him cum. He just knew it.

He brought the lace piece of fabric to his nose; the only thing he smelled was her. A comforting scent that brought him at ease but turned him on even more. If Aki concentrated hard enough, he could feel his cock twitch in the immersive grasp he had it in using his right hand. Palming it quicker than usual as he sniffs Y/N’s panties. His breathing grew uneasy with each pump of his cock. His thumb massaged his tip once more, imagining her doing this to him. That it was her who was palming his thick cock just the way he liked it. He inhaled one last sniff of Y/N’s panties before his body was forced off the pleasurable cloud of cumming. Thick ropes of cum shoot out Aki’s cock; just like he predicted, it was so much of it. He wasn’t sure if it was because he felt like the scent of Y/N’s panties was an aphrodisiac or if he was just a fuckin’ a hornball. Maybe, it was both.

As Aki finally came down from his temporary thrill, he stared up at the ceiling, completely out of breath and exhausted. His eyes glanced over at the red thong intertwined in his left-hand fingers.

Gosh, I will miss that woman when I go away.

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[tokyo-chainsaw-dragon]

I'm telling you, my roommate... (18+ MDNI) PART 2

A/N: This is part 2 of "I'm telling you, my roommate...", so if you haven't read part 1 yet, I'd suggest that you read it first before this one.

warnings: 18+ MDNI, NSFW, pervert!roommate!Aki, Aki x Fem!reader, mention of Aki having a folder of photos, confessions (trust me, we'll get there to the spicy part).

You finally figured out what's going on with Aki, the fact that he's a pervert. Still shocked about this newly-found information, you decide to go around his room to find anything else.

You look underneath his bed, nothing. You look through his clothing drawers, still nothing. You spend an hour just searching every nook and cranny of Aki's room, trying to get answers for this.

The only place you haven't searched was his desk. Shit. You think to yourself. Out of all places why did ha—

Your thoughts were cut off by your phone's ringtone. It was Aki. You knew that you were going to be screwed, so you picked up the phone anyway.

"Hey, Aki, what's up?" You say in a mere nervous tone.

"I'll be back in about an hour or so," Aki says in a near angered tone, "the fucking traffic's backed up again." He sighs after saying that.

"Okay, well I'm kind of getting bored." You lied, already knowing that you weren't bored and were too busy trying to solve your roommate's pervertedness. "See you when you get back then."

You hang up and put your phone back in your pocket, sighing of relief that it wasn't that bad. You get back to your thoughts and searching Aki's desk.

After looking through a few drawers, you eventually find a folder that looked like it was halfway to its verge of bursting and falling apart. You open the folder and horror strikes your eyes, finding photos of yourself. Holy fuck.

Suddenly you hear a faint click and realize that Aki's back. You were beyond burnt toast if he found out, so you very quickly put the folder back in the drawer, close it shut and rush out of his room. Confession time.

"I knew it! You're a fucking perv!" You scream at him.

"What the hell are you talking about? I'm not a perv." Aki argues.

"Yes you are! Is that why you stole my panties? Is that why you have a folder with photos of me?! Is it beca—"

"Yes it is!" Aki cuts you off. "It's because I don't just like you, Y/N. I... actually love you."

You felt like you've just been shot. This man actually loves you.

Part 3

[dark-elf-writes]

I keep picturing Orochimaru being the one to tell Naruto that Jiraiya is his godfather. And then promptly claiming the title for himself because clearly something was wrong there.

Maybe not enough people knew about it for it to get out to the red light district. Maybe kakashi didn’t want to hurt him with the knowledge of a family member who actively abandoned him.

Just Orochimaru, this lost member of a mismatched little family returned, slotting neatly into a place intended for another person. A person who makes the little fox shift in discomfort, place himself in front of his older sisters to hide them from Jiraiya’s view, and keep still as a boy where elsewhere he is fluid and shifting from minute to minute.

God the trip back to Konoha would be T E N S E

I mean the trip to find Tsunade was tense, Aki’s threat before they left the village — gleaming senbon pressed against the hollow of Jiraiya’s throat snarling up at him in spite of the near foot Jiraiya towered over him — hanging heavy between them. Naruto’s own distrust and the knowledge that he was on some level scared of the Sannin hanging heavy in the air as well.

It is, perhaps unsurprisingly, Orochimaru who sees it first.

Even with the seal inscribed over his chest to limit his access to his chakra (an insistence from his former teammates as if Orochimaru couldn’t slaughter all of them with his shattered body if he so wished. If he hadn’t nearly done so before leashing himself to the fox kit) Orochimaru still had his mind. That genius intellect that has started all of this, and more than that he had been witness to the little fox without Jiraiya’s looming presence keeping him locked away and on guard. Making him shift in front of Tsunade’s apprentice like the girl needed protecting.

So different than the laughing child he has seen during the exams. So different than the little flower that changed forms as easily as breathing sometimes between one moment and the next.

“Foxglove,” That blond head turned to him before he had finished speaking, a knee jerk reaction to hearing his name. A name that only those who belonged to the district would thing to call him.

A flower.

“Shut your mouth!” Jiraiya snapped at him. Orochimaru didn’t so much as turn in his direction. Didn’t let his eyes waver from the little fox.

“What did your godfather do to make you fear him more than me?”

Those blue eyes narrowed then widened.

Tsunade hissed in a breath between her teeth, finally seeing through the tension in the air.

Jiraiya flinched.

“My. What?” The little fox hissed between clenched teeth more animal than human in the sound.

Orochimaru blinked.

He hadn’t known.

“Your godfather. Named by your father the—“

“Enough!” Jiraiya snapped.

The wrong move, drawing attention to himself when there was a true predator in their midst. Orochimaru could practically taste the little fox’s chakra on his tongue as he whirled on the road sage.

“You perved on your fucking god kid?!”

Tsunade was on her feet in an instant. Orochimaru was as well. Moving in unconscious concert as they put themselves between the little fox and Jiraiya.

It was worse than he had thought.

Orochimaru hit his knees in front of the child, cursing his useless arms yet again has he couldn’t take the little flower in hand as Rin might have. Has he had glimpsed little Aki doing between those final fights.

Slitted blue eyes looked back at him. Different in the way his own were but familiar none the less.

“He’s. Not. Family.” The child snarled.

Orochimaru dipped his head. “No. Not if you do not wish him to be. You have a choice in that little fox. You know that better than most.”

The little fox glared for a long moment with the sounds of Tsunade screaming at Jiraiya ringing in both of their ears, then he nodded.

Naruto slept next to Tsunade’s little apprentice that night with Jiraiya as far apart from them as their camp allowed. Orochimaru had a felling that if the girl had let him, the little fox would have fallen asleep curled at his side.

[shius]

| masterlist - to be updated |

jujutsu kaisen:

| individual:

suguru geto-

house husband- modern au | top!househusband!m!reader x bottom!teacher!suguru

house husband v.2 - modern au | bottom!househusband!m!reader x top!teacher!suguru

hiromi higuruma -

so good… - modern au | hiromi higurma x ftm!reader

obey me:

| individual:

levi- matching hoodies!- fluff - levi x gn!reader

diavolo- pervert!diavolo headcannons - perv!diavolo x gn!mc

| other:

demon brothers + dateables love language

pervert!mammon & levi headcannons x male reader

chainsaw man:

| individual:

aki hayakawa: roommate- modern + college au | top!roommate!aki x bottom!m!reader

[gutouhua]

tags. established relationship, domesticity, slight a/b/o (angel in heat), blowjobs (aki receiving), anal sex

He shook his head once, twice. Reminded himself that Angel was in heat, not him. So why was he panting after Angel?

Control yourself.

Angel’s wings shed once a year—during the summer heat, mid-July. When ice cream would melt the moment you took them out of the fridge and even lying naked on the tatami mat with a fan blowing at your face did nothing to cool you down.

His back would itch where his wings grew from between his shoulder blades—the junction papery thin like a snake’s molted skin—and no matter how much lotion he slathered on, twisting and turning to reach each crevice, it was always dry from the shedding. 

When he took a shower, clumps of feathers would clog the shower drain—a matted mess, a  pain to take out. Aki would take a shower after him and almost immediately stalk into the kitchen and chastise him for flooding the shower. Angel would droop his wings in an effort to look contrite and promise to empty the drain next time, but he never did. It wasn’t his fault his boyfriend looked so maddeningly hot—especially naked and wet.

But the thing that exasperated Aki the most was the sheer amount of feathers. Angel didn’t shed once. Instead, his wings would shed multiple times throughout summer and it would cover the floors in large, downy swaths of fluff. Most days their apartment looked like someone had plucked a cotton field dry and dumped the contents into their apartment. 

Angel’s feathers were a small price to pay for what Aki got in return. 

“What’s for dinner?” Angel asked, feet propped up on the coffee table, ice cream balanced precariously on the waffle cone—his fifth of the day—and just a degree away from melting into a sticky mess. 

Aki eyed him from over the counter, frowning at the ice cream in his hand, but didn’t say anything—just wiped his brow with the back of his hand. The air conditioner broke this morning, and the repairman wouldn’t be able to come fix it for a few days—too many broken units in the building. 

He watched as the fire licked the pot, grimacing from the heat, but it was a necessary evil. You couldn’t make zaru soba without a fire, and if he didn’t cook it, Angel probably wouldn’t eat it. They’d ordered zaru soba from every shop that sold it within a ten mile radius and yet every time he’d take a few bits and refuse to eat the rest, demanding to eat Aki’s rendition of the dish. He was picky like that. 

“The usual.” He shrugged, still staring at Angel’s ice cream. 

Angel made a noncommittal noise, and took a big bite of his ice cream, softening the peak of the soft-serve. This time, Aki forced himself to look away, casting his gaze to the boiling water and noodles, just barely avoiding Angel’s face. 

“Aki?” 

He exhaled and tried to erase the pervasive images feeding stiffly into his lower extremities.

Angel between his legs, his hands fisted in his silky red hair. Guiding his head up and down his length, feeling sharp teeth scrape lightly against his dick—spit mixed with slick—the pressure building until Aki saw stars.

He shook his head once, twice. Reminded himself that Angel was in heat, not him. So why was he panting after Angel?

Control yourself.  

“Aki?” Angel said again. 

Aki kept his gaze lowered. “Yes, Angel?” he rasped softly. 

Angel stared. Squinted curiously at Aki. “By chance are you…are you—aroused?” Angel grinned, watching a brilliant pink color Aki’s cheeks. “You’re blushing!” 

Aki flushed even harder in response. “It’s not like that. It’s because it’s hot,” he muttered. 

Angel stood up, fingers sticky, ice cream forgotten—defiling some bowl on the table.  

“I didn’t know you were such a perv, Aki. I started my season yesterday, wanna go?” 

Aki knew that—had woken up and inhaled a mouthful of feathers and felt the radiating heat of Angel’s massive wings against his naked body. “Not now,” he said, despite other parts of him protesting the statement, “I have to finish cooking breakfast first.” 

He kept his eyes trained on the pot, mixing the noodles with a chopstick and working his way through each strand. It would be annoying if they stuck to each other. It’d take some time to gently ease them away from each other, and Angel would probably starve to death waiting for him. 

“Aki,” Angel murmured, voice low. He jumped up and wrapped slender legs around Aki’s waist. Curled molting wings around his torso, blocking Aki from properly stirring the noodles. 

Aki startled. When did that fiend sneak up on him? 

Angel pressed himself flush against him, moving in slow, rocking motions. 

Aki’s grip tightened on his chopsticks. "I need to finish making breakfast before we do anything, Angel. At the very least finish cooking the noodles since I’ve already started on them." 

Angel whined in response, continuing to hump his back, but Aki ignored him. Tried to, at least. 

"It's important to eat breakfast," he continued. "If you don't eat breakfast then how are you supposed to—fuck!"

Angel’s hands slipped through the waistband of his sweatpants, palming Aki’s hard length. “You’re my breakfast though, so I’ll just eat you now?” he replied. 

Aki groaned. Turned the fire off, and maneuvered Angel so they were face to face. 

“Always so needy.” He brushed his thumb across Angel’s lips and watched the water slide across those pretty lips—then imagined something else, something thicker, creamier. 

"If you want to eat so badly, pet—” He used the endearment when he dropped all pretenses and didn’t try to hide the fact that he wanted to fuck Angel. “—all you have to do is ask. Go ahead.” 

Angel dropped to the floor, pulling Aki’s sweatpants down his legs. No boxers—Aki never wore them at home—and nearly drooled at the sight of Aki’s dick, a bit of pre-cum already leaking from the tip. 

He wrapped his hands around the hard length, fingers barely able to reach all the way around and dragged his hands up Aki’s dick, starting from the base. He stopped at the very top and pressed his thumb at the very tip, hazily watching Aki drip for him. 

Angel waited until Aki began to thrust against his hands before he took him into his mouth. He moaned when he tasted Aki’s cum, the milky liquid sweet against his tongue. Something about it relaxed his body and heightened his sensitivity—made him ready to take Aki. 

He tried to take Aki deeper, the tip almost hitting the back of his throat, but Aki pulled him off his dick and pushed him onto the counter. Angel’s halo was wavering now, and his wings folded forward around Aki, hips following in suit. 

“Stay still,” Aki grunted. He fumbled with Angel’s pants and underwear—nearly tore the cotton away in haste—and pushed it down just far enough to make space for him to settle between Angel’s legs. 

Angel canted his hips, waiting, straining for Aki’s cock, but Aki took his time—always savored the fucking. 

“Patience, Angel.” He positioned himself carefully at the entrance, the tip barely inside. “Easy, take it slow.” Soft strokes, teasing, a palm rubbing smooth circles on creamy skin. 

Sometimes Aki wondered what it’d look like red—the same fiery color as Angel’s hair. He’d  unintentionally tried it once when Angel’s heat was particularly strong, and didn’t miss the fact that Angel came six times that night—twice as much as he usually did when in heat. 

“I want it now,” Angel whimpered. He pushed forward. Aki slipped in with a harsh moan—it was just half, but enough to make him sweat from more than the summer heat. “Please, please, please, Aki. Just, just—give it to me. You know I can take it.” 

“I hurt you the first time,” Aki muttered. He remembered their first few times—clumsy limbs, red faces—and didn’t want a repeat of that. But his veneer of self-restraint was cracking. 

“And how many times have we done it since then?” Angel replied, nearly panting. “Fuck me, Aki, please. I need it.” 

Aki exhaled past hot air and pushed himself into Angel, fully-seated, hips flush against Angel’s ass. “You’re always so warm and tight,” he groaned, “feels so good.”

“Move,” Angel demanded. He was close already. Aki could always tell since his eyes would glaze over, halo flickering like a siren. 

He sped up and kept a punishing rhythm, thrusting so hard that Angel could feel him moving underneath his belly button, and when he splayed a callused palm against Angel’s smooth stomach, pushing, that’s when the tears began to fall—heaven’s tears. 

Aki kept moving even as Angel came undone beneath him, spasms wracking his body. He reached for Angel as he chased his release, squeezing his shaft so tightly that Angel came again with a loud cry. Aki followed closely behind, filling Angel with thick ropes of cum. 

He pulled out when it was too hot to bear. Sweat and sex clung to their skins. 

“Let’s clean ourselves off,” Aki rasped. He looked at Angel, mourning the cum that trickled down his thighs. 

“Carry me,” Angel pouted with arms out, ready for Aki to pick him up.  

Aki raised a sharp brow. 

“You just ravaged my ass so it’s the least you can do.” Angel raised an eyebrow back at him. 

Aki picked him up—he would’ve done it anyway—and walked to the bathroom, placing Angel in the tub. He turned the knob all the way to the right—water scalding hot, enough to burn a human’s skin. Angel sank into the water and let out a blissful moan.

It went straight to Aki’s dick. 

He turned around in a hurry to hide his response and get a towel, but frowned when he noticed his black one on the ground. 

He faced Angel, ready to chastise him. “An—”

Angel looked at the towel before looking at him, pleading.

Aki turned the towel to find smears of slick—cream against black. “You humped my towel again?” 

Angel nodded, excuses flying from his mouth. “I couldn’t wait for you, Aki, I just had to—”

“Find me next time,” Aki ordered. 

“I’m always available for you.”

[bastardblvd]

Barbie slimeballs: Denji and Power, Ace, Gojo, Inumaki, Yuuta, Zoro (bought a ticket for Oppenheimer, got lost on the way to the right theater)

Oppenheimer slimeballs: Nanami, Deidara, Kishibe (fell asleep halfway through. not out of boredom, just because he's old), Getō, Maki, Tomura and Touya (both wish they watched Barbie instead)

Double feature slimeballs: Shoko, Shin and Noi, Aki (wanted to watch Oppenheimer, forced to watch Barbie too because Power said she would yell "there's a bomb strapped to my chest" if he didn't), Sanji (went on several bad first dates to both), Toji (paid for one ticket, loitered in the theater for the rest for the day)

THIS MAKES PERFECT SENSE!

zoro bought a ticket for oppenheimer and got lost on the way, he was extremely confused in the first five minutes of the movie but stuck with it (ended up pleasantly surprised).

yuuta goes to scope out cuties because he's a perv (affectionate), he's probably dressed like ken too. most definitely leaving with someone's bachelorette party and he will get lucky.

denji and power are self-explanatory.

KISHIBE FALLING ASLEEP IN OPPENHEIMER LMAOOO it's like three hours long... he is not lasting the first 45 minutes, even with explosions.

SHIN AND NOI BEING DOUBLE FEATURE SLIMEBALLS... all the snacks noi can sneak in... they're thoroughly immersed and probably have a really insightful conversation about it after, maybe they run a slimeball film reviews page.

[chainsaw-trash]

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► STAFF

⇢ Aki Hayakawa

↳ bartender and manager, a chain smoker with a big heart, official wielder of the crowbar under the bar counter

if she says come inside ↔ Aki takes his girlfriend to watch a show on the bar during is day off [smut]

⇢ Denji

↳ barback and college student, fresh hire and Aki's unofficial understudy, the baby amongst the staff

lose my heart on the burning sands ↔ Denji sleeps in a beach with his friends, but he overhears Yoshida and his girlfriend up to something [smut]

beat it upright ↔ Denji is sent to clear the bar's storage room only to find Yoshida and his girlfriend, again, up to something [smut]

⇢ Suguru Geto

↳ mysterious bartender, his charming smile covers a hidden past, always wears long sleeves, never rolls them above his elbows

knife prty ↔ a guy keeps bothering Geto's favorite patron, and he has to go and interfere

gimme danger [ one ] ↔ everybody has a past, it just so happens that Geto knows his is better off hidden, but when he starts to like that one cute patron, this becomes a much harder task

► PATRONS

��� Yoshida Hirofumi

↳ college student going into marine biology, a sly devil with a penchant for taking risks and stirring trouble

lose my heart on the burning sands ↔ Denji sleeps in a beach with his friends, but he overhears Yoshida and his girlfriend up to something [smut]

beat it upright ↔ Denji is sent to clear the bar's storage room only to find Yoshida and his girlfriend, again, up to something [smut]

⇢ Yuuta Okkotsu

↳ computer engineering college student, a quiet sweetheart, also a closeted perv for his roommate

(don't look) but I want it ↔ Yuuta's rommate brings a guy to their apartment after a night out and Yuuta can't listens through the room wall [smut]