#toxic aki hayakawa

[mmst4rz]

'a change of mind'

"FUCKED ME SO GOOD I ALMOST SAID 'I LOVE YOU'."

about. public safety, special division 4 was having a welcome party for the new recruits, being obligated to go, you went, but left with someone you yearned yet loathed, aki hayakawa.

pairing. toxic!aki hayakawa x fem-bodied!reader

genre. fic, explicit, angst (maybe)

things to note. toxicity (duh), nsfw themes but no smut, reader is delusional asf, drinking, h*meno and m*kima, mentions of canon typical violence, implied dubcon.

🎧 : normal fucking rockwell, lana del rey

mm's note. i was literally watching an aki edit with 'les' by childish gambino and i was like...toxic aki. (lets be fr he wouldn't ACC be toxic)

Tokyo Special Division 4 was having a welcome party for the new recruits, inviting everyone out for drinks. Originally, you had planned not to attend it to avoid him, but from Ms. Makima's orders, 'every devil hunter in the division must attend to get to know one another.'; which you found pointless because it was more than likely that most of them would be dead and gone in weeks' time. you slipped on your work pants, deep in thought. You knew you would see Aki Hayakawa there, after all he was one of the 'most trusted' devil hunters in the division and was even apart of Makima's 'special squad'.

You and Aki went years back, knowing him when he first joined public safety and when he had his hair short. Hell, even knowing him before he started his smoking habit. He was much more pure back then, despite watching his family flash before his eyes, he still had that glint of innocence reflecting off of his midnight eyes. Now he was gloomy, uninterested in everything around him besides his reason to strive, to dedicate his life to destroying the Gun Devil once and for all. His personality dimmed as well as his eyes, always staying lidded with a stern facade to hide the trauma from his cold past. After all, working in public safety, you were bound to lose your spark of clarity.

;;

To put it simply, you and Aki had an unprofessional relationship, starting out with light flirting, to late-night drinks at the best bars, to seeking out each other for comfort when work got too intense, looking for a stress reliever to wash all the horrid thoughts away. At first, he showed much love and care when you started linking, cooking breakfast for you before work, or running a bath with you while massaging your tense shoulders from the night before. He typically wouldn't do this for a link-up but he thought he cared about you more than others, and you did too.

Time went on, and he lost his desire for you, just wanting a quick fuck, not caring about your well-being as before. Now, the night typically would end with Aki shuffling to put on his clothes and leaving without a word nor a glance of acknowledgment while drawing a cigarette from his back pocket. As much as this sent warnings to avoid him in your head, you couldn't help but still be drawn to his deep midnight hair and his aura, heart yearning for more than just sex.

Aki eventually stopped responding to your advances, he ignored your late-night texts at 11pm or later, he ignored you as you tried to talk to him as he walked by, and he acted as if you were mere strangers. The devil hunter, found himself around Makima more, discussing his daily report of the latest devil to be slaughtered. Aki also found himself accompanying Himeno, taking a lengthy smoke break as she cracked some jokes to pass the time. You buttoned up your blouse more agitated than before, grimacing at the thought, shaking your head at the thought of him whispering how good you felt around him as he sunk into you, it was in the past, he didn't care like you thought he did. You slipped on your shoes before grabbing your keys, phone, and wallet and walking out the door.

;;

You walk inside, the bell clinging as you pushed the door open to one of the most familiar bars in Tokyo, the scent of alcohol charring your nostrils, leading to eyes wandering to your figure. "There she goes!" Himeno beamed as she saw you head toward the area the devil hunters resided. "Hey," you say in a neutral tone, feeling those dark eyes of his glance at you. You refused to meet his eyes, refused to fall deeper into the deep sea they withheld. "Glad you could join us," Makima says, her head resting against her palm. "Glad I could make it." you smile slightly, a lie. You sat down on the cushion between Himeno and presumably, a new devil hunter. "You can order what you'd like, the bill will be taken care of by me," Makima states as she takes a sip of her beverage. "Thank you Ms. Makima," you hum gratefully as you placed an order for your desired drink. A multitude of conversations was erupting amongst everyone at the table until Himeno slurred out, "Wait a minute, where the hell is Fushi's rookie at?" "Unfortunately, they were killed yesterday," Fushi responded. The scared faces of the rookies almost made you feel bad for them, but what could they expect? Your drink finally came out, taking a slow sip, savoring the burn it provided to your tastebuds.

The night grew older, the sun setting behind the clouds, nearly everyone was tipsy, including yourself. Some had even gone home already including Himeno as well as a new recruit named Denji. "Can we talk, outside." Aki said, clearly directing it at you. It sounded like a command and as if it was not a question. Avoiding causing a scene, you stood up, smoothing out your pants, and walked outside, him following behind you. "what do you want Hayakawa?" you glare at him, you put on a front as if you didn't care about Aki ignoring you, in reality, you wanted him back in your small apartment, laying beside you as the sun shone through the blinds, trying to sneak a few more minutes in bed before you both had to get ready for work. you attempted to avoid him to the best of your ability, which thankfully wasn't hard to do. The burning embarrassment of being let down hurt more than you'd like. The only time you had to come face to face with him is when you were paired up for missions, which in itself, was rare. Though you were not in the best state of mind at the moment, you still had enough consciousness not to tell him how you truly felt.

"You wanna come home with me?" He said, pulling out a cigarette, as well as his lighter. "For what?" you already knew the answer, but you wanted to believe differently. "To fuck, what else?" he said, putting the cigarette between his lips you wanted to kiss oh so bad. He lit the cigarette, slipping the lighter back into his back pocket, taking a deep inhale. "seriously? after ignoring me for months, you ask to fuck?" he was unbelievable. "Yea." was all Aki said, short and simple, how he preferred things. "I'm not going home with you." another lie. "we'll see" he grinned slightly, looking up at the now midnight blue sky, he didn't believe you for a second, he knew how tonight would end. You walked back into the bar, your mind racing as you thought with your brain and heart. Your heart yearned for him and his sweet touch, yet your mind was telling you to ignore him, he just wanted you for your body. you sat back down at the table where only 4 of your coworkers were left. "what happened?" one of them asked, earning a nudge from another, clearly perceiving it wasn't anything good. "nothing." you said, all you wanted to do was drink your thoughts away.

;;

Several drinks later you were spent, the sting of the booze did not help with your thoughts, just made them worse. You down the last of your drink, grabbed your things, and slurred out. "imma head home." Hearing a few words of acknowledgment from the devil hunters, you swayed out the door meeting those same midnight-blue eyes of his. "headin' home?" Aki said, puffing out a cloud of smoke. "mmhm..." you hummed out. "Let me take you there, yeah?" he said, flicking out his cigarette onto the sidewalk and crushing it under his foot.

You let him wrap his arm around your shoulder, leaning into it, cherishing it, because it didn't matter to you at that moment how long he would be there, you would cherish him as if it was the last time you'd see him, maybe it would be the last, who knew when he had a change of mind again.

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[silvvermoon]

any elaboration on toxic bf! Aki??🥺🥺

yes!! so sorry i've had to disappear for a few days for health stuff and trying to type with new nails is hard haha. oh man, there's so many ways i want toxic bf! aki to go, here's some of my headcanons before i throw it into a proper fic. ALSO, these are tame af oh god i want him to be rougher :')

*YEAH this turned into a drabble good grief

toxic bf!Aki who's kinda clingy but subtle. just wants to keep his arms wrapped around you 24/7. doesn't give a fuck if it's the middle of summer, he just loves the way you feel.

toxic bf!Aki who does all the cooking and cleaning at home so you feel care-free and never wanna move out and away from him (yeah, he always cooks all your fave meals)

toxic bf!Aki who 100% tries to slips a hand down your panties ALL THE TIME. seriously, it doesn't matter if you're on your way to work or see friends, aki just wants to turn you on and have you ride his cock 24/7. he always feels closer to you when he's inside you so yeah, he wants to be fucking your brains out as much as you'll allow him.

toxic bf!Aki who says shit during sex like "keep your eyes on my face while i fuck you, baby. want you to know it's me who's splitting your cunt wide open", and "fucking love your body, love your the way your pussy tightens around my cock like it was made for me. and this princess cunt? it's all mine."

toxic bf!Aki who simultaneously loves showing you, his perfect pretty girl, off to all his friends and the whole damn world, but also hates knowing & seeing other guys oogling at you when you look so gorgeous. his fix? marking you the f up.

and toxic bf!Aki doesn't just mark you with hickeys in the bedroom when he fucks you, no, he loves to bite and nibble your soft skin in public, doesn't give a shit where you guys are. all he knows is that he loves the pretty bruises he's painting on your collarbone. it tells everyone that you're his alone, and the more that know that, the better. he wants everyone to see.

of course toxic bf!Aki doesn't tell you any of this though, doesn't want you to know just how much he likes staking his claim on you. whenever you complain, saying that hickey's make you look trashy, aki just nods and sprouts lies like "mm I know princess, but i get so easily caught up in the moment, just love touching you so much" and that's not really a lie, when he thinks about it

toxic bf!Aki 100% gets jealous sometimes but he'll never admit it. he's definitely not the toxic type to go through your phone or anything, but whenever he's feeling a bit insecure, he'll want you to show him just how much you love him and wanna please him.

and toxic bf!Aki wants you to show that love by getting down on your knees and deepthroating his thick cock until you can't breathe. he'll say shit like "i know you can do it because you love me, yeah? and you fucking love this cock, right baby?"

toxic bf!Aki will always reward you with his mouth though if you give him all your love. he makes sure you never waste a drop of his cum, wants you to swallow it all. your reward? his lips on your cheeks, on the tip of your nose, trailing further down until he reaches your soaking cunt, and then there's nothing you can do other than let him eat you out until you cum over and over again.

and yeah, toxic bf!Aki loves giving you pleasure, but he also loves the idea that you'll become so addicted to his cock and tongue that you'll never wanna leave him. he knows no one else can fuck you just like he does, no one can pull this many orgasms from you, and no ones gonna push you to your absolute limits like aki does.

[ataleinkedinred]

Atmospheric Akiangel with some some not so subtle foreshadowing. 😃

Fujimoto really was like 'Alright, what is the most gut-wrenching traumatizing plot twist I could possibly write?' What a legend.

Heavily inspired by "The loves of Alice Brandt" ✨

[lisaiese]

Once I finish my finals, I will read Chainsaw Man again just to write an Aki Hayakawa character analysis, because he deserves it so much.

[witchywcmans]

NEEDY. | AKI HAYAKAWA

synopsis ━━ you were in need of a roommate, and aki hayakawa needed a place that wouldn't ask any questions. you went to work during the day, while aki worked late nights. you basically had the apartment to yourself. it was honestly a match made in heaven. but then, you just had to come home one day and catch your roommate in a precarious situation. (aki x f!reader.)

content warnings ━━ voyeurism (just a wee bit), sex-deprived aki 🫶, but also possessive + jealous aki, masturbation, dirty thoughts + wet dreams, fingering, praise, multiple orgasms, classic missionary, unprotected sex, creampie, mutual pining/confession, kinda au (we're not mentioning the gun devil arc), aki has lived to see 26 + reader being a similar age, some religious imagery. nsfw (minors + ageless blogs dni).

word count ━━ 5.1k

song inspiration ━━ dealer, lana del rey / friends, chase atlantic / double fantasy, the weeknd

author's note ━━ hi.....hello.........so this idea has been in my head for a little bit, and I realize roommate aus like this are simply not that original, but god dammit I just needed to get this out of my head. anyway, I lurrrrrv sex deprived aki. shout out to my friend hollis for screaming about this with me hehe 💓

The most words you had ever said to your roommate were on the day you interviewed him before he moved in. You immediately noticed that he was strange, but also shy and seemingly harmless. When you had asked why he needed to move in so quickly, he had said something along the lines of a “toxic environment” with his previous roommates: “Denji and Power are just too noisy and reckless. They’re four years younger than me. I need a place less chaotic.” You had been interested in getting to know more – you were curious, after all, about your potential roomie – but once he mentioned that you’d probably never see him because he worked nights, you were sold.

Aki Hayakawa was your new roommate.

He had never been more excited to finally get away from Denji and Power and the tumultuous mess they had turned his apartment into. He was older now; he needed something for himself, even if it was with a roommate. Being a Public Safety Devil Hunter, he needed a place that didn’t think twice about him, a roommate who didn’t ask questions. That’s what he liked about you: your place was on the right side of the city, and you looked at him like he was normal. The Fox Devil said you weren’t going to be good for him, but Aki tended to ignore them anyway.

You had helped him move into your second bedroom just a week later and he hardly said a word, except to ask you who had formerly occupied this space. You were hesitant to talk about it at first, but you cracked soon enough: “My old best friend lived in here. We had rented this place together, but we … aren’t exactly speaking anymore,” you admitted, setting a box down at his feet. “I came home from work one evening and found my boyfriend cheating on me with her. It had been going on for months, right under my nose.” You looked away when you felt your eyes start to sting with tears, sniffling them away. “Friends come and go, I guess. But I’m thankful you, at least, worked out to rent this space.”

“Well,” he sighed, opening up the box as you turned back to him. He smirked. “I promise I won’t sleep with your boyfriend.”

You had laughed, and what a pretty sound it was. After move-in day, Aki was true to his word that you almost never saw him. You worked a normal 9 to 5, while Aki … well, you had no idea what Aki did. You assumed he was a security guard or something with the hours he worked and how he was always wearing a suit and tie. He was working all the time, even weekends. Sometimes, you would catch him coming home as you were leaving for work, or on Sunday morning as you ate breakfast in the kitchen. He would be too tired to talk, simply waving at you before retiring to his room.

It was almost like living alone … except for notes he’d sometimes leave you on the stove or the bathroom. Or the weekend mornings, when he’d get you a coffee and leave it out for you before going to his room. Or the once-in-a-blue-moon nights when you’d stumble in the early hours of the morning after drinking in the city with some friends, standing out on the deck with Aki as he smoked a cigarette. Nights like those, you could’ve sworn Fate was trying to get you two to see each other, because you would be arriving home at just the right hour and Aki would be getting off work early. And you would find him on the deck in his suit and tie, cigarette hanging from his lips, hair pulled up in his classic topknot. He would find you leaning against the railing in nothing but a short dress, the glitter on your lids making your eyes sparkle even more, and – god, you were just so pretty.

After that night, he started dreaming about you. He dreamed about how your lips would feel against his, what it would be like to have you sleep next to him and rest your head on his chest. He was consumed by thoughts of you under him, how you tasted, the way you’d tremble if he kissed that sensitive part of your neck you told him about one late night on the deck. His need for you was insatiable. In his line of work, there wasn’t much time for dating, let alone sex. He hadn’t been thinking about it that much, especially when he’d been housing Denji and Power, but now … he couldn’t stop thinking about you. Naked. Underneath him. On top. God dammit, he’d have you any way you wanted.

It made him wish he had acted on his instincts that night on the deck: pushing you against the sliding door, his lips crashing onto yours, hiking your skirt up that just barely covered your thighs and using his non-dominant hand (the one that didn’t shake) to feel how wet you were. But alas, Aki Hayakawa was a gentleman. 

You two had been living together for a year. He hardly knew you, but also knew you like nobody else did. He knew how you took your coffee – black with two sugars. He knew the brand of toilet paper you liked. He knew that you liked to hang your coats in the closet on the right side. He knew you drooled in your sleep, and what TV shows made you laugh, and how much your water bill was each month.

He was acting out in ways that were unlike him. If he came home from work and saw you had a guy over, he made his presence known. When you were at the office, sometimes he would go to your room just to smell your perfume, and other times he would steal your panties. (He always gave them back, feeling too shameful. But he did keep one underneath his pillow.) Some nights, he would pretend to leave for work early and you would retire to your room for the night, and then he would hear the familiar sound of your vibrator and – fuck, he had to go to work hard. Again. 

You were taking up too much space in his head. He was becoming distracted at work, thinking about what you were doing during these late hours. Maybe the Fox Devil was right: you weren’t good for him.

But he wasn’t moving out any time soon.

It was a Thursday after work and you were completely exhausted. After attending endless meetings and having to argue with coworkers all day, you left work early and were grateful to have a night alone with some leftovers from the night before. You had completely forgotten Aki telling you earlier in the week that he had this Thursday and Friday off, your mind preoccupied with work responsibilities. Sighing as soon as you walked through the door, you set your bag down and shuffled out of your shoes. You shut the door softly, at peace with the silence. You didn’t even have the energy to get out of your work clothes; you simply padded your feet to the fridge, plucking your leftovers out. It was only when you reached up to the microwave that you noticed the apartment wasn’t as silent as you assumed.

Sounds emanated from another room.

You got on your tip-toes, not wanting to make much noise if there was an intruder, and felt for the pocket knife you always kept on your person. Passing by your bedroom first, you popped your head inside. Empty. Hadn’t been touched since you left this morning. The bathroom was next, and you held your breath as the sounds got even more noticeable. You peeked into the bathroom and … clear. Linen closet: clear. Coat closet: clear. But the sounds only became more clear as you got closer to the end of the hall, Aki’s room, and –

You stopped in front of Aki’s bedroom, the door cracked just enough that you didn’t need to pop your head in to see what was happening. Aki was home, for once, and you … you were watching him through the crack in the door. But how could you not? You knew where the sounds were coming from now, because Aki was the one making them.

His dark hair swept in front of his eyes as he sat back against his pillows. He wore a white t-shirt, while his boxers bagged around his ankles. Grunts slipped from his mouth – that pretty, pretty mouth you'd seen wrapped around a cigarette. And his hand … his hand wrapped around his cock, pumping furiously – desperately – with a pair of your panties enveloping the head. The same red lace panties you thought you’d lost months ago. 

You almost considered walking away, making noise in the kitchen so he would know you were home, but then –

Then, your name left his mouth in a whimper.

He was stroking himself even faster, muttering your name into the silent room with your panties wrapped so nicely around his cock. He was thinking about you, wanting so desperately cum in your panties, wondering if you thought about him when you used your vibrator. You were frozen in place, completely fixated on him as he leaned back against his headboard, his face finally exposed so you could see the way his jaw went slack, the way he moaned out your name. And – oh my god, you should leave –

But you couldn’t. And deep down, you knew there was a dirty part of you that always wanted to see this. Ever since that night on the deck, when you were wearing your favorite dress and all that glitter, and you noticed that he was looking at you in a way a platonic roommate definitely shouldn’t. You had started to think about him late nights when you were alone with your toy. You brought home dates, wanting him to see, giggling when you recognized his jealous expression. You tried to wake up earlier, just to see him when he stumbled through the door. Once, you even did his laundry to smell the nicotine on his jacket. 

The two of you simply couldn’t help yourselves.

And when you watched him finally reach his peak, spilling into your forgotten red lace panties, you realized just how wet the ones you were wearing had become. You watched him grunt as he came, breathing heavily and wiping the sweat off his brow. And when he muttered under his breath a soft, “Fuck,” you couldn’t help the short gasp that left your lips.

Aki stalled. Oh, shit. You hadn’t been quiet enough. He sat up more in his bed, pulling his boxers up, and you whipped your back against the wall. You cupped your hand over your mouth, praying he wouldn’t come out and see. But he was whispering, “Who’s there?” And you only had enough time to move ten feet down the hall before you heard the creak of his soles on the old floorboards.

“Fuck,” he muttered, louder this time.

Your back went straight, and after what felt like an eternity, you slowly turned to face him. “Aki,” you put your hands up in surrender, “I didn’t see anything –”

“Oh, what the fuck,” he shook his head at himself, quickly walking back into his bedroom. You were stunned, not knowing what to do, as he continued talking to himself in the room: “Stupid fucking idiot not closing the fucking door. What the fuck? What the fuck? My worst fucking nightmare. Fuck, why do these pants always get caught around my ankles? I need to get out of here. Stay at Denji’s for the night. Fuck, fuck, fuck –”

He emerged from his bedroom, now wearing jeans, his favorite Converse, and a leather jacket. He tried to pass you without looking, whispering obscenities under his breath, but then you were tugging on his jacket, lips pressed together.

Aki paused, cheeks red with both embarrassment and anger at himself, but you didn’t let go of his sleeve. He noticed the redness of your face as well, the black of your pupils almost covering your entire eye, and were you … were you aroused?

Swallowing hard, your voice was but a mere whisper when you asked, “How long have you had those?”

He knew what you were referring to. It didn’t take an idiot. Your stares were locked, and despite his shame, he wouldn’t turn away. “A while,” he mumbled.

“How long is ‘a while?’”

“Months, okay?” His eyes narrowed and his voice took on a new tone. “Now, can you let go of my jacket so I can leave and save us both the embarrassment –”

“Months,” you repeated, licking the corners of your lips. His eyes were made of blue fire as he stared down at you, and even with your office attire on, you felt utterly naked beneath his gaze. “I’ve … I’ve been thinking about you for months too.”

Aki took a moment to process your words, and your grip hesitantly released on his sleeve. But he wasn’t – he couldn’t – let you get away so easily. His breath was shaky as he placed both of his hands on the wall behind you, pinning you to it. So many times had you two passed each other in this hallway, so many words left unsaid. And now, he was pressing you against it.

“You’ve been thinking about me … for months,” he thought out loud, leaning in a little and nosing your hair. Your scent was intoxicating. That perfume … he could cum in his pants just from smelling it. “For months, you’ve been bringing guys to the apartment to … to what? Make me jealous?” He chuckled under his breath. It took him so long to put it together. “For months, you’ve been touching yourself right before I leave so I go to work fucking hard.” His nose traveled down to your neck, grazing that spot you told him about, and you shuddered. “You’ve been putting me through the wringer and I didn’t even have a clue.”

“You’re … you’re not so innocent.” You tried to keep yourself together, but it was difficult with him pinning you to the wall and – oh, he was already hard in his pants, pressing into you.  “You’ve been stealing my panties so you can masturbate with them.”

Aki hummed quietly, pressing his lips so delicately to your neck, as if his cock wasn’t completely strained in his jeans. “I supposed I have,” he whispered against your skin, “for months.”

“Since that night on the deck,” you croaked out, hands balling into fists as he licked a stripe up your neck. If he didn’t stop, you’d surely moan. “But I didn’t say anything – didn’t think about saying anything – because … because we’re roommates.”

“We are roommates,” he said, lifting his head from your neck, his lips hovering so close to yours. “And if we’re just stating facts here, I’ve needed to kiss you since that night.”

You didn’t wait for him. Immediately leaning in, your lips pressed onto his in a hungry kiss. His mouth molded to yours, and he tasted exactly like you thought: like black coffee, cigarettes, those raspberry pastries he always kept in the kitchen. His tongue, slipping into your mouth, tangled with yours in a way that you had only dreamed about. Your hands released from their fists, instead reaching up to twist in his t-shirt, bringing him even closer to you. He’d hardly touched you and you were completely, utterly soaked. 

As if hearing your thoughts, his lips broke from yours for just a moment to beg, “I need to touch you.”

“Please,” you whispered back, and his mouth was back on yours.

He dragged one hand down from the wall (his shaky hand, believe it or not), still pressing you against it, and worked on unzipping your trousers. You nuzzled your nose against his as he kissed you deeply, slipping his hand in your pants, past the waistband of your panties and – you were exactly as he dreamed you’d be. Absolutely wet. Just as needy for him as he was for you. “Fuck,” he muttered into the kiss, spreading your soaked folds with two long fingers. 

Your lips tore away from his, a trail of spit following, because you simply had to release the moan you’d been holding in for so long. Despite loving the way your mouth fitted against his, he was glad for it, wanting to see your face when he started rubbing your sensitive clit. And fuck, was it the most beautiful thing he’d ever seen. Your fists on his t-shirt went loose as your body felt like it was made of liquid, angling into his. Your lips pursed, soft whimpers filtering out as he rubbed you in those tight circles.

“So fucking wet f’me,” he mumbled, grazing his lips over yours. “Dreamed about this for months. Fuck, I’ve gotten hard just thinking about this pussy.”

He finally dipped a single finger inside you, and your hips immediately jerked against his hand. Aki let out a shuddering breath when he felt how much you were squeezing just one finger, pumping it in and out of you slowly. “Please,” you whispered, despite his thoughts, “I can take more. I promise.”

You didn’t need to ask him twice. He shoved two fingers inside you, curling them against that spot that had your hips instantly bucking. “Fuck, Aki,” you whined as he plunged those fingers in and out of you, using his thumb to rub your clit. 

“Yeah?” He breathed. 

“Kiss me.”

Aki moaned from your words alone, kissing you hard while fucking you with his long fingers. He was practically drunk on you: your scent wrapped around him, you tasted like citrus, and the way bucked into his hand … god, he needed to fuck you. So bad. And if you didn’t want that, then he needed to jerk himself off immediately or else he was going to explode in his pants. The last thing he needed was another embarrassing moment tonight.

It only took seconds to have you sighing into the kiss, squeezing his fingers like a vice as you came. His thumb on your clit was relentless, taking you over that lovely peak, as you mewled and cried into his mouth. It was almost religious, the way you moaned, and Aki had never felt closer to God than in this moment.

When the adrenaline subsided, he slowly removed his fingers from you and broke the kiss. You watched him intensely as he brought the fingers covered in your slick to his mouth, tasting you. Your lips fell open slightly, eyes going wide while his own closed, savoring the taste. What the actual fuck, you thought to yourself. How the fuck have we been living under the same roof and it took this long for me to see that?

Without missing a beat, you pushed yourself off the wall, winding your arms around his neck and latching your legs to his waist. He lifted you as if you were made of air, kissing you so that you could taste yourself. Before you could even perceive how much time had passed, you were on his bed, blouse disheveled and trousers undone. Even your hair hadn’t left the updo you put it in every weekday. Your eyes flickered to the right and you giggled to yourself. He had finally shut the door.

His eyes remained on you as he shrugged off his jacket, and then his pants. He was back in the same outfit you saw him in earlier, when your panties had been wrapped around his cock like a birthday present. He hesitated before finally pulling off his shirt, and you saw the scars lining parts of his chest. Definitely not a security guard, you thought to yourself but decided not to ask about it now. You reached up as he stood between your legs, brushing your fingers over the scars, and then dragged them down his abdomen. His frame was thin, but he was more built than you believed, always hiding himself under those oversized button-ups.

He wrapped his hand around your wrist as you touched him so gracefully. “Do you want to …?” His voice was so soft, the question hanging off the edge of his tongue.

And then, you smiled up at him, looking like an angel. “Yes, Aki,” you whispered.

He felt like a kid in a candy store. The only thing – the one person – he’d been dreaming about and looked at him as if he weren’t a machine, or a gun with the trigger pulled, was lying before him and liked him. For months, they’d both said. His dominant hand was shaking as he started unbuttoning your blouse, and when you noticed (though you had observed this the day he moved in), you grabbed his hand and placed it on your cheek. With his left hand and your right, you worked together to undo the buttons until your chest was exposed for him. 

Moonlight streamed through his bedroom, the only light source in a seemingly dark area.  City lights reflected on you as you pulled your hair free from the updo, those pretty strands fanning on his sheets. His sheets. Because you were in his bed. The blinking lights from corporate buildings outside your little apartment created a halo around your head and – fuck, you really were something religious. For so long, Aki thought only hell existed. I mean, all the Devils were here, contracted to them. But seeing you splayed out so heavenly for him on his bed, he knew then that Angels had to exist too. 

He took his time taking your pants off, watching the way you bit your lip when the cold air of his room hit your soaked panties. Your eyes glanced up to his boxers, seeing the indent of his long, thick cock, and your mouth went dry. His fingers hooked on the waistband of your panties, slowly dragging down and throwing them off to the side, hoping you’d forget about them so he could pocket another pair. With you exposed and bare on his bed, he really took a moment to admire you: the way your cheeks flushed, how the halo around your head flickered, the way your arousal seeped out of your pretty pussy and your nipples peaked. He just had to touch you; it would kill him if he didn’t. Leaning down, he began peppering kisses on your neck, your collarbone, before finally latching his lips around one of those sensitive nipples. Your breath stuttered at the sensation, and he used his left hand to palm your other breast, twisting the nipple between two fingers. You writhed under him, and he couldn’t help but grind his clothed cock against you, groaning and swirling his tongue around your nipple in tandem. Locking your legs around his waist, you held him to you so he was forced to keep grinding against you. It felt too good, and he wasn’t even inside you yet.

He tugged on your nipple and released it, breathing heavily as his eyes met yours. “If you don’t let me go, I’m definitely going to cum before I’m even inside you.”

“Poor Aki,” you giggled, letting your legs fall back on the bed. “Would that really be so bad?”

His eyes were burning into yours, serious as a heart attack. “I’ve been fucking my hand to the thought of you for what feels like forever,” he whispered, pressing a light kiss to the valley between your breasts. “I don’t want to ruin this moment.”

Aki moved up so that his lips were hovering over yours again, and he could really see the sparkle of your irises in the moonlight. You reached in between your bodies and gingerly massaged his bulge, feeling how much he’d already soaked his boxers with precum. “You couldn’t ruin anything even if you tried,” you replied, your voice light and airy. “I’m on the pill. I’m ready when you are.”

“Shit,” he groaned at your mention of being on the pill, trembling as you massaged him. This had to be another one of his dreams. Just the thought of being inside you without the barrier of a condom … he was so close to completely exploding. He didn’t deserve this, didn’t deserve you, after all the hell he’d witnessed and brought forth into this world. But he couldn’t help himself. He needed to have you, roommates be damned.

He stood up, needing to get away from your gentle hand. You sat up a little to help him tug down his boxers, careful of that shaky hand of his, and his cock sprang free, dripping precum on the floor. Aki, ever the gentleman, laid you back down on his bed with ease, holding your stare as he spread your legs wide for him. He breathed, praying to whatever god placed you in front of him that he wouldn’t cum prematurely. He couldn't remember the last time he had sex, but he was so desperate for you that all he cared about was not tainting this moment, this dream. 

Aki grasped his cock, giving it a few hard pumps and grunting, before positioning himself at your entrance. You both seemed to hold your breath as he finally slid in, just an inch at first, and the two of you seemed to release that shaky, nervous breath. “Oh, fuck,” he groaned, burying himself further in your tight warmth, bracing his elbows beside your head. 

“Keep going,” you begged. “It’ll fit, Aki. Promise.”

You were going to kill him, he was sure of it. Aki had felt the way you squeezed his fingers, but it was nothing compared to pleasure of being inside you, feeling how tight you really were. So much better than his hand. Once he was fully seated inside you, he opened his eyes just to look into yours. Your lips pursed, legs wrapping around his waist once again, and you slowly nodded for him to continue. His cock twitched.

“You’re going to be the death of me,” he muttered, sliding out of you before slamming back in. You cried out, carding your fingers in his hair, and he molded his face in the crook of your neck to muffle his own whimpers. You just felt so, so good – so good that he could cry. To think that his bed had once been so cold, so lonely, but now you were occupying the space, trembling underneath him as his cock slipped in and out of you. 

Your moans were like gospel. For so long, Aki had been used to loud noise: to Denji’s complaints, to Power’s shouting, to the Devils’ in his ear. But now, it was just you two on the altar of your apartment, silent except for your heavy breaths mingling and the sound of car horns outside. You were wet and slick like holy water, taking him so nicely despite his size, and god – it was like you were made for him and he was made for you. 

You tugged on his hair, needing him so badly even though he was already yours to begin with. He really would have you any way you wanted. All you had to do was ask.

Aki was already so close to release, but he needed you to cum with him. As he fucked into you harder, deeper, his cock curving against that spot that made your eyes roll back, he reached in between you two and found that swollen bundle of nerves in the apex of your thighs. “Aki,” you whined, tears pricking at your eyes as he rubbed your clit. He could die happily now that he heard your voice like that in his ear, knowing it was him that made it happen.

“Yes?” He said, breathless, placing sloppy kisses on your jaw. You clung to him, melting into him like ice cream on a hot summer’s day. “I’m so close. Are you close, angel?”

You whimpered at the nickname. “Almost.”

“Almost?” He fingers went a little faster. “Let’s get you there.”

As his two fingers rubbed tight, small circles on your clit, he angled his cock inside of you so that he could brush your G-spot with every thrust. You were now clutching onto him with all the strength you had left, entwining your body with his and feeling his muscles flex against your stomach. He was so deep now and you were so close and oh my god, Aki Hayakawa had you like putty in his hands.

And it was like he knew it without you even saying it. Because as your walls started to clench around him, he whispered into your ear. “Cum for me, angel. Please, please, need to cum with you.”

Your body convulsed, going tight around his cock as you came. Tears streamed down your cheeks and you called out his name, spurring him to fuck into you faster, reaching his own peak in the middle of yours. He groaned deep into your neck, hips stuttering as he spilled himself inside of you. You kept your legs around his waist, not wanting to miss a drop, and arched yourself against him, coming down from the high of your intense orgasm. Aki was still rubbing your clit slowly, whispering praises into your skin like, “Did so good me … So pretty … Could listen to you cum for hours.”

You two laid like that for a while, feeling his cock soften inside you, panting heavily against each other. Once he finally pulled out of you, your combined releases dripping down your thighs, you laid beside each other on his bed and stared at the ceiling. The silence was comforting, until he whispered, “Please, tell me that wasn’t all a dream.”

Turning your head, you smiled at him. “Do you feel this?” You pinched his arm.

Aki flinched. “Ow.”

“Definitely not a dream,” you chuckled.

[daisynik7]

Hi friends! I hit a personal milestone of +2k followers and I want to celebrate by taking us back to the early 2000s!

Send me your favorite y2k hit and which character you associate it with, then I'll write a little fic (~1.0k - 3k words) based on that. Include whether you want it to be smutty, fluffy, or both! I'm also open to writing some angst (but nothing too severe). Please read my rules/guidelines before you submit anything. UPDATE: This event is now closed for requests, thank you all for participating and reading!

Examples should look like:

"Toxic" by Britney Spears for Toji Fushiguro - smut

"Crazy in Love" by Beyoncé for Kento Nanami - fluff

"Heartbreaker" by Mariah Carey for Eren Jaeger - smutty angst + fluff

If you have a particular lyric you want incorporated or a specific trope/scenario, please include that in your ask! And if you need some inspiration about what song to pick, this is a good playlist on Spotify. If you think of another song, but it doesn't fit into the "y2k" era, send it to me anyways! This is all just for fun :)

Thank you all so much for helping me reach this milestone and for celebrating with me! Let's sing our hearts out and have fun!

Playlist:

"Photograph" by Ed Sheeran - Toji Fushiguro angst

"SOS" by Rihanna - Suguru Geto smut + fluff

"Promiscuous" by Nelly Furtado - Toji Fushiguro smut

"Me & U" by Cassie - Satoru Gojo smut

“Slow Down Baby” by Christina Aguilera – Eren Jaeger smut

“Promiscuous” by Nelly Furtado – Jean Kirstein smut

“I Bet You Look Good on the Dancefloor” by Arctic Monkeys – Reiner Braun smut + fluff

“Try” by Nelly Furtado – Suguru Geto fluff + smut

“Iris” by The Goo Goo Dolls – Eren Jaeger fluff + smut

"All For You" by Janet Jackson - Aki Hayakawa fluff

"Sk8er Boi" by Avril Lavigne - Kento Nanami fluff

"Into You" by Fabolous (ft. Tamia) - Connie Springer smut + fluff

"Promiscuous" by Nelly Furtado - stripper!Nanami smut

"How Do I Breath" by Mario - Eren Yeager angst

"Work Song" by Hozier - Nanami angst + comfort

"Meet Me Halfway" by Black Eyed Peas - Jean Kirstein fluff

"Extra Smooth" by Aaliyah - Suguru Geto smut

"Gimme More" by Britney Spears - Kishibe smut

"Fallin'" by Alicia Keys - Kishibe fluff + angst

"S&M" by Rihanna - Toji Fushiguro smut

"Make You Feel My Love" by Adele - Toji Fushiguro fluff

"Drank In My Cup" by Kirko Bangz - Connie comfort/smut

"Love Never Felt So Good" by Michael Jackson - Nanami fluff

"Mirrors" by Justin Timberlake - Suguru Geto angst + fluff

"Kiss Me" by Sixpence None the Richer - Nanami fluff

"Glamorous" by Fergie - Nanami smut + fluff

"Earned It" by The Weeknd - Levi smut + fluff

"Bad Romance" by Lady Gaga - Toji Fushiguro angst + smut

"Freek-A-Leek" by Petey Pablo - Eren and Jean smut

[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 Revengers

⇒ party monster! : wakasa x f!reader // in progress ⇒ you're no good for me (but baby I want you). : dilf!imaushi wakasa x reader // in progress ⇒ pretty thing: rindou haitani x reader // in progress ⇒ tuyo será: kurokawa izana x reader // in the works ⇏ MUNCH! : imaushi wakasa x reader

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ Jujutsu Kaisen

⇒ smoke and mirrors: choso x reader // in progress ⇒ my kinda love : nanami kento x reader // in progress ⇒ our love, my love : suguru geto x satoru gojo // in progress ⇏ best friend's brother : choso kamo x reader // complete ⇏ cake by the ocean : choso kamo x reader // complete

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ Chainsaw Man

⇒ shameless: aki hayakawa x reader // in progress ⇏ boyfriend: aki hakayawa headcannons // complete ⇒ [???]: toxic ex! aki hayakawa x reader // coming soon...

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[arabaka]

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ hayakawa aki x (fem)devil!reader. CONTENT WARNINGS: 18+ !!! MEAN AKI. light dacryphilia. hair pulling. tail pulling. ROUGH sex. cervix fucking. light belly bulge. choking. m!receiving oral. references to gagging. THIS SHIT IS TOXIC.

WORD COUNT: 3.7K PSD CREDIT !!! MINORS/AGELESS BLOGS DNI !!!!!!!

NOTE: THIS IS PART 2 OF MY AKI x SEX DEVIL PIECE. recommend you read part 1, but also can't blame you if you just wanna get down 'n dirty with this one lol.

TAGGING: @jotar8 (ty for ur patience <;3)

Of all your contracts, Hayakawa Aki has to be your most coveted. You miss him, crave him when he’s not around. 

The memory of the taste of his dick on your lips is so vivid, you can revisit it anytime you like. You can practically smell it, his musk that permeates your nostrils as he runs the tip deep down your throat. Thoughts of Aki infiltrate your brain and trick your senses, allowing you a blissful reprieve from whatever poor schmuck you’ve got writhing underneath you. Not a contract, just a wealthy benefactor you keep under your thumb so Public Safety doesn’t get their grubby little hands on you, the acclaimed SEX DEVIL. The thought of wasting away in an over glorified prison cell is revolting… But you would get to see your treasured Aki more. 

Now the gears in that perverted little brain of yours are turning. You’ve never lingered in the government building for long but they’ve got to have offices in there, right? Maybe Aki has his own, a nameplate on his door signifying professionalism and prestige but you’d be in there, on your knees and sucking him off until all you can taste is his cum, salty and erotic. You could picture it; dressed so poise and clean, Aki with his hands on you– oh how rough he’d be and cursing you under his breath but you’d know it’s because he’s ashamed to be so weak for you. Your pencil skirt wrinkled, pushed up and over your hips, Aki would fuck you over his desk until his papers are all strewn and forgotten because nothing else would matter so long as he’s stretching you to his length and width. 

“Hey,” You breathe wistfully, uncaring that your suitor hasn’t finished, “Can you drive me to Public Safety?” 

On a mission, your strut into the Public Safety offices is laser-focused. Click-clack-click-clack go your heels in hurried succession, each step imbued with filthy determination. Your thighs, hugged tight by your narrow skirt, tend to the budding friction in your panties. Your mouth watering with every rub, you buzz all over with anticipation. Now all you have to do is find him.

An easy feat, a thwip of your tail and you’re pointed in the right direction. You just know these things; it’s part of the connection that forms when you create a contract. Now, devils running free in Public Safety is hardly acceptable. You attract attention anywhere you go and now is no exception but all you have to do is bat your eyes at the nearest agent, wrap your lithe fingers around their forearm and ask, in that alluring, coquettish voice of yours, “Where’s Hayakawa Aki?”

You have time to kill in this office they stuck you in. It’s not Aki’s, doesn’t have a shred of his identity but it has been lived in. You spot a black suit jacket hanging on the leather chair’s back post, its outline highlighted by the flood of sunshine pouring in from the rear. Drawing near, you start to see flecks of some sort of animal fur, probably a cat, littering the sleeves and canvas. You swipe a finger along the cherry oak desk, you come up free of dust but there are coffee stains that litter the surface, but only on the right side. 

Curiosity piqued, you rifle through the drawers. The first is brimming with manila folders, every tab color coded and titled with neat handwriting. You see the names of devils, past and present, no doubt eradicated by the office’s last habitant. Your lips crease to a frown on instinct; you hardly spare a second to mourn, it’s unlike you, but seeing so many names, realizing you could easily be one of them if Public Safety sees fit brews a discomforting feeling in your stomach. Enough of that.

The second drawer proves more interesting. Now there’s some personality. Fake plants in ceramic pots litter the flooring. There’s postcards, some from places you’ve never even heard of but the pictures easily transport you there all the same. Then there’s cards of condolences. You flick through them, reading references to hunters you’ve never even heard of. Probably part of their team. Then you come across a photo frame. Still within its borders rests a picture of a man, most likely in his early 30s. An old age for a devil hunter. He isn’t alone in the photo; accompanying him is his family, a little boy the spitting image of his father in his mother’s arms. 

You recline on the chair with the photo in tow. You don’t recognize any of the faces. You don’t feel too much either. How could you? But you do start to picture Aki. Whoever is in the photo, whoever last occupied this space is dead and gone. You don’t care. But Aki? You care. A little.

And that irks you. In all your time on earth, you’ve stuck to the same creed. Don’t chase but take what’s yours. And what exactly are you doing? You came to the office on a whim and now YOU’RE waiting for a human, a devil hunter. You tell yourself it’s because you had a craving. You’re simply fulfilling a selfish desire. You hate what the silence in the room is doing to you. Making you think too hard about what should be nonissues.

Fortunately, the quietness is ripped right from under you when the door opens. “Excuse me.” He must not be expecting you for him to be so cordial. You toss the frame back in the drawer and lean forward with interest, propping your chin up with hands clasped. You have a smirk as devilish as your nature, keenly watching Aki’s expression and body language cheapen when his eyes land on you.

“What the fuck are you doing here?” The stoic glaze over his pretty blues melts away by flames of indignant annoyance. You’ll extinguish them soon enough. There isn’t much he can do to keep himself from going under, not with your innate ability to charm and seduce. 

“Don’t be so mean.” You say with your bottom lip jutted out in a mocking pout. You won’t take anything he says to heart. You have enough on your hands in that area. “I was bored.”

He’d roll his eyes but he can’t seem to part his gaze from you. It’s already started. A chill crawls up his spine. He wasn’t expecting to see you, not when he still hadn’t called on your power in battle. That was your whole deal, wasn’t it? You’ll lend him your strength, so long as he takes care of you beforehand. If he never summoned you, he’d never have to see you. That’s what he’d rationalized, anyways. You left him feeling far more vulnerable than he would have liked, than a devil even deserved, during your last encounter and as good as it felt, your cunt clenched so tight around his cock he couldn’t imagine pulling out, Aki struggled with the compromise.

“Not my problem.” He tells you, still curt and clearly inconvenienced. But you spot the slight wobble in his knee, the fight in his body to walk away and that’s when you strike.

Rising from your spot, you saunter over to the front of the desk. His chest tightens, dress shirt creasing under his tie, as he watches your full outfit come to view. Your attire says office but your body screams sex. Every inch of you is hugged so perfectly by your getup, it’s downright sinful. You bask in his gaze, taking a seat with your legs dangling off the counter. “You like?” Your nylon covered thighs brush against each other, making for a tempting sight. 

His response is slowed, careful even, “Are you going to leave?” The hook in his voice still indicates frustration but you can see from the way his brows are knitting tight that he’s buckling. His fists ball up; maybe if he hits a pressure point, he can subdue your effects. He’s only kidding himself. He hasn’t forgotten how quickly he fell under your spell the last time. He knows how virulent your succubus scent is.

“Mmm,” You muse aloud, feigning contemplation, “Didn’t you just come back from a mission?” You leave your seat, heels stamping the tiled floor as you work on closing the sizeable distance between the two of you. “You must be frustrated. Don’t you wanna work that off? I can help.”

To be frank, the last job was a bust. What they thought was a lead on a piece of the Gun Devil turned out to be a farce. Not only did they have to clean-up work, they had to expunge the lying fiend associate. So yeah, you’re right on the money when you pinpoint his attitude.

Now you’re standing, body pressed to his while your fingers trickle up his chest. “Oh, what’re you so upset about?” Fingers now admiring the plane of his neck, you murmur, “Are you still hung up on our little arrangement? It’s not like you were conned into anything.” You look at him through narrowed eyes, watching his lips curl. Still not rousing an answer from him, your voice starts to sing, “You humans are such fools. You’ll give up an arm, your golden years, even your first born. But sex is where you draw the line?” 

Your fingers twiddling with his earrings, Aki’s hand comes clasping over your wrist in a grip rivaling that of a constrictor’s. His bite is venomous however, when he snaps, “You ever think with that head of yours?” Your chest stills. You’ve never heard him speak so loud before. 

What’s that look in your eyes, Aki wonders. Could it be… Fear?

No. That would humanize you.

No, the look on your eyes is foul. It’s wicked. It’s aroused.

You’ve caught him off guard again, you can tell by the way his pupils dilate and his lips part for a small gasp. “I guess not.” He grunts. Now just when did he get his hand on your other wrist? He starts edging you backwards, jawline clenched before releasing to say, “You sure do a lot of talking for a devil whose only good for their pussy.”  

“Oh yeah?” Your footsteps stutter at first, but once you acclimate to Aki’s pace you’re set. Your  gaze is aggravating. Aki wants nothing more than to stamp it out. You can tell now that the fire in his eyes is from a different source, that the blood is flowing south entirely now that you’ve irked him. How your little devil heart rattles with lust. 

Your bottom bumps against the desk’s trim. Aki’s hand swipes, balls up your hair so fast and so hard that tears prick your waterline at the sudden force. “Yeah. What makes you think you know shit? You think fucking around makes you an expert on humanity?” You can practically feel the frustration erode as he manhandles you, whipping your hair higher until your heels struggle for support. He watches your nostrils flare, the column of your neck flexing with every strained gulp. The tension in his slacks tightens the longer he stares at your eyes, already glossy with tears.

Your head bobs with a sharp inhale, your legs trembling out of sheer thrill. “You wanna know what I think?” He doesn’t, but he’s quiet long enough for you to answer, a devious lick to your words as you taunt, “I think you’re scared of intimacy. What was it? Your mom? Your dad?”

Aki’s last tether to all rationality breaks.

You didn’t know. How could you have known?

Aki kicks, striking behind your knees, your balance wavering as your legs give out. He shows little regard for how rough he then spins you, forcing you to the desk at record speed. Your chest is crammed against the surface until it hurts, until you’re sore. 

Your tail whips wildly, thrashing from the slit in your skirt until Aki seizes the appendage in an airtight fist. He tugs at first, watching you screech and wriggle in pain until he pins you down with his other hand flat on the slope of your back. “Huh, I wondered if you felt anything with this.” He’s vile, openly taunting you but it’s what you deserve. You really shouldn’t have brought up his parents. 

Your cheeks, squished and hot, might as well be searing circles into the desk. Right next to the coffee stains. 

Your limbs scramble under Aki’s hold, though you freeze, if only for a moment, when Aki jerks your skirt up and over your ass. He digs into your stockings with the ridges of his nails until the fabric runs, then tears over the mound of your pussy. You gasp, but make no mistake; you are rife with lewd adrenaline at this turn of events. Now with access to your panties, he yanks the useless fabric until it slithers down your legs, still encased by your stockings to a degree. You arch your back, sticking your ass out and expect his fingers to plunge right into your heat but you’re asking for a nicety you haven’t earned.

No, because the next thing you hear is a zipper and then his slacks dropping a heap. You feel the contour of his cockhead tickle your entrance, but only for a fleeting second because the next thing you know, Aki’s slammed his entire length into your pussy with no warning, no warm up.

“S-Shiit.” He groans. Loudly. You cough and choke, spit flying as Aki hoists your ass up with calloused hands curling madly into your hips. They find the groove of your bones and latch on, like a lion to its prey. You’ll have friction burns curved into your flesh by the time he’s done with you.

The singular rip in your tights multiplies under Aki’s animalistic grip. Now your whole ass is exposed, the flesh jiggling every time Aki throws his entire weight into his thrusts– which is neverending. The vibrations, they engulf your entire body. Your frame goes thump-thump-thump against the desk and you can’t do anything to stop it. But would you want to?

Your pussy puckers around his girth, slick squelching right out of you everytime Aki gives you an inch of breathing room. Joining the chorus of scandalous sounds is the sharp smacking of his balls, drooped and weighty, and on the apex of their swing, they graze your clit juuustt right. Your moans waver with unconstrained panting, spit dribbling off your bottom lip. That’s the only downside with this position; Aki’s pressing so deep, manically drilling against your cervix, but he can’t even see the pain in your face as he splits you open. He wants to see those tears stream down that smug face of yours. Maybe some other time.

“This is – hmph, hhng – what you wanted, right?” His throat teems with thunderous groans, pummeling into you and bullying your walls until he’s certain you’re bruised on the inside. “Speak up, can’t hear you.” He’s at your ear, teeth threateningly close to snapping. For all the shit you were talking, Aki’s surprised you’re suddenly so pliant. 

Your cheek drags along the desk, smearing your fluids, be it spit or tears, together until you’re wet and messy in the face. Your lips smack together, trying to find words but your brain is overwhelmed each time Aki stuffs himself so far inside you, you swear you can feel him bulging in your stomach. “Y-Yes, A-Aki!” You manage but it’s not enough.

“Hayakawa.” He snarls with a smack to your ass and then another. He doesn’t stop until his surname is the only audible thing coming out your mouth. It’s addicting, the burn that scorches his palms on every impact. The fat of your ass swells, flaring up and quivering under the harshness of Aki’s palm. All the while his cock, twitching and engorged, pierces you mercilessly. He even starts pulling on your tail again, knowing you feel the burn. He wants to hurt you. 

But he also can’t continue fucking you without acknowledging how otherworldly you feel. The blood’s gone to his cock and his head, leaving him with a sense of euphoria that has his thighs tensing every time he pistons in and out of that sloppy and wet pussy of yours. Your walls crown him with a warmth that has his dick twitching against that firm cervix of yours. He can’t stop now that he’s felt you this way.

Your walls bump and grind against the prominent veins snaking up and down his foreskin. The friction they gave you has the color draining from your knuckles as you claw at the desk for some semblance of support. You knew Aki was a monster in bed, learned that the last time, but you had no clue you would wake up this level of beast in him. He’s practically feral.

The next moan from him goes on for a stretch, breaking in between breaths as he rolls your cunt up and over his cock. You aren’t calling the shots here and your pretty little mouth isn’t running a game it can’t handle anymore. “Now, how about you say sorry?” Punctuating his suggestion with a harsh plunge, the red tip of his cock directly on your cervix, he laughs when he sees you squirm. He could get used to this, come to terms with using you as a walking fleshlight if it meant he could unleash pure havoc on your body.

“S-Sorry?” It’s not an attempt at an apology; you’re just not sure you heard him right. The constant, raucous noise of your ass clapping and jiggling against his pelvis as you take him all the way to the base has your eardrums feeling dulled, numb even. Your folds ache and your clit pulsates as Aki ruts into you, rounding out his spine as he lurches forward again. This time he has his fingers wound so taut around the width of your neck, it’s making the room fuzzy and your head dizzy. 

“Not good enough. Try again.” He hisses, his hips never once stopping their abuse on you. You can feel the density of his cock bloat around your walls, a rush of blood no doubt fattening him up. You cry and whine, your stomach distended by his dick. Still not what he wants so he takes to standing upright again, dragging you along with his hand still at your throat, forcing your back to arch until you feel your nerves seething. 

A string of apologies comes out so quick and so fucking weak. Look at you. Getting fucked within an inch of your life, feeling pain and pleasure mix in your folds, skin slimy with your essence and Aki’s precum, and apologizing. “I-I’m sorry, H-Hayakawa! S-Sorry! Sorry!” You yowl until he’s satisfied, but not before he lifts your feet an inch or so off the ground and beats your throbbing pussy with all his anger, all his resentment, all his cock. His hand still on your throat, he squeezes and he makes you see stars– no, the whole fucking universe.

He knows he’s going too far, but by whose standards? His? Yours? You’re a devil; mercy should have never been awarded to you in the first place. You were one that had a foul mouth and an even more rotten tongue, taunting him like that. All you cared for was his cock so how could he be wrong for giving it to you, albeit rough and wild?

When he cums inside you, it comes gushing out. It’s so dense that globs of it come seeping out your pussy, your entrance so swollen you feel the hurt radiate in your bones. It’s a good hurt though, because you’ve cum all over him in splashes that rival his just moments after. 

He lowers you but then he has you on your knees, glowering when he barks another order, 

“Clean me up.” Flicking his wrist, he smacks his cock, drenched in your juices and his load, against your cheek and enjoying the popping sound that comes from your lips as he does.

You blink, lashes absolutely soaked in tears, but do as you’re told. You take his cock to the hilt, cheeks hollowing at the very size of him. The room is quieter, but now flooded with the sounds of you slurping and lapping him up. You swirl your tongue swiftly and deftly as you run your mouth along his cock but you start to gag, not because you can’t take him but because you haven’t had a good gulp of air in so fucking long. He isn’t letting up though, keeping you at the base of his shaft until your nose is scrunched and squished against his pelvis. He looks you dead in your eyes, brows furrowed nice and deep but he’s obviously winded too.

He’s trying to hide it, the rise of his chest with every shallow inhale through his nose. His head feels hazy, clouded with the remnants of lust that still linger in the air. All your doing.

“You gonna behave?” You have never nodded faster. He slides his cock so smoothly out of you, but you’re left to sputter and drool on yourself. “Shit.” He stumbles on his footing, his orgasm clearly still wreaking havoc on his system but you hold your tongue. You still haven’t stopped your lungs from burning, after all.

When Aki is fully dressed and you’re still a mess he’s left on the floor, he speaks, “Don’t pull this shit again. You should know better, exposing a devil hunter’s contracts like that.” You stammer, something akin to an apology but too incoherent to string together. That’s fine. He’ll take it. “You want to fuck so bad? Then you’re gonna be at my beck and call.” 

Oh, he’s cold… But you got what you came for, didn’t you? “O-Okay.” You manage, lips puffy and voice strained.

“Here.” Aki offers a tissue– no, it’s a handkerchief. “Keep it. You’ll need it.” His soul is a little wracked with guilt for the brutality he just unleashed but he’ll sleep just fine at night. “I’m leaving now. Don’t follow me.” He orders you like a dog and like a good bitch, you listen.

And when you’re the only one left in the room, handkerchief wrinkling your hands, you exhale.

Shit. And you still have those fucking feelings of yours.

[batterygarden]

18+ MDNI (all content belongs to me @mosesa )

content warnings at beginning of each work, usually all F!reader unless otherwise specified, no csm spoilers in any of these rn

Sitting on his face (smut)

The Texas Pussy Massacre (monster fucking)

Denji x clingy gn! reader drabble

Pussy magnet Denji x reader

Sassy bf Denji hcs

More bf Denji hcs

denji bf hcs part 3

Denji sucking ur tits while ur sleeping drabble (smut)

Hayakawa household smokes weed hcs

Study Session (semi public sex)

Asking Denji to hit u in bed (smut)

Denji x codependent gf reader one shot

Denji x shy reader one shot (smut)

Denji x gyaru girlfriend fluff

Taking a bath w him

Denji x Sex Fiend! Reader (smut)

Aki:

Aki hayakawa bf hcs

Aki bf hcs p2 .

Aki x shy reader hcs .

Armin:

toxic!armin x crybaby gf

armin x bimbo reader (breeding kink smut)

Drunk armin does ur skincare fluff .

Condescending bf armin helps u @ bank .

morning time w armin .

Armin, eren, & mikasa relationship hcs

Eren Jaeger:

step-bro eren (smut)

Aza Chobe:

love birds in a hammock .

Blue Lock:

play fighting ft nagi and rin .

train on a train (smut ft nagi, bach, isagi, chigiri)

REQUESTS:

SUPER slow on getting to these rn but I appreciate them!! & I might change the prompt around or not do it if I’m not into it,, but no judgement or kinkshaming,, i’m down to write dc, fluff or anything in between 💘

ASKS:

Ily, send in whatever as long as it’s nice,, if it’s a thirst or something I’m not into, then I may simply not respond though. Just bc idk lm not trying to be critical to yall.. no judgement I promise I’ll forget ab it 💘 also sometimes slow to answer these if I’m in a funk

TAGGING

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[sipsteainanxiety]

˖°.𓆩♡𓆪 .°˖ valentine's day brings promises of chocolates and roses, hugs and kisses, smiles and laughter. but this year it also happens to bring along something more... bittersweet ˖°.𓆩♡𓆪 .°˖

welcome to dark chocolates, a multi-fandom valentine's day collab brought to you by the teahouse, a discord server ran by @petrichorium and myself. you will find stories of romance and love, yes, but with a twist!

the deadline for this collab is, of course, valentine's day, so expect pieces to be posted around then and subsequently updated on this masterlist! you can also track the #teahouse collab: dark chocolates tag for fics as they are uploaded.

please be mindful of the tags listed for each fic. we hope you enjoy all the following wonderful pieces written by the wonderful authors in the server. happy reading! ❦

for you, anything by @tsukkismoonlight

pairing: nakedtoaster x reader

mentions: general warnings around breakups, thoughts/anxiety related to self image/self worth

summary: you've sworn off love. after the way your last ex treated you, after all of the heartbreak, and all of the nights you lost to someone who didn't care, you have had enough. or, that's what the plan had been. you wouldn't have guessed that a tiny fan server with less than ten members hid someone who made everything feel like all of that pain was worth it. and you, they'd do just about anything.

idk man by @antheawritings

pairing: onion thief x reader

mentions: character death

summary: dead grandpa :( but it’s okay bc sexy onion man :)

cacoethes by @venexus

pairing: aki hayakawa x reader

mentions: prior toxic relationship (reader & unnamed ex), romantic tension, smoking

summary: cacoethes (n.) - the urge to do something inadvisable.

alternatively: when you escape a toxic ex, your favourite work colleague is there to pick up the pieces.

untitled by @petrichorium

pairing: diluc ragnvindr x reader

mentions: sfw, royal au, reader is explicitly female, canon typical violence, family death, mourning

summary: in which after five years spent rampaging amongst the frigid tundras and snowy forests of snezhnaya in the aftermath of his father’s death, crown prince diluc ragnvindr finally makes the journey home with a life-threatening injury—and an unanticipated companion.

standing still by @lou-struck

pairing: wakatoshi ushijima x reader

mentions: breakup angst

summary: you have been together for years, but it doesn't seem to be going anywhere.

a persistent lack of follow through by CooPigeonCoo (ao3)

pairing: todoroki shouto x reader

mentions: exes, breaking up & making up, angst with a happy ending, personal growth, drinking, sexual content, child abuse, humor, pining, natural disasters, serious injuries, domestic fluff

summary: shouto had learned a lot from his father; how to take a hit, how to pull himself back up, and how to hold a grudge.

but one thing endeavor could never teach his children was how to be a good partner.

shouto had to learn that particular skill the hard way.

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he had spent long, sleepless nights reflecting on the things you had told him; the reasons you left. every moment of your acquaintance was turned over repeatedly in his head and examined until one devastating conclusion was reached:

"i was a bad boyfriend," shouto muttered dejectedly, idly picking at the label of the shochu bottle in the middle of the table.

----- a story where shouto loves, loses, and learns.

the night train by @pikatsum (tumblr) / Undercover_Royalty (ao3)

pairing: midoriya izuku x reader

mentions: SFW, some angst, hurt/comfort, fem!reader

summary: “what, did we both get dumped, tonight?” you ask, ever tactless in the face of silence.

through the sniffles, the hooded man gives a little jolt that might have been a laugh. it’s a start, at least.

when the night calls by @sipsteainanxiety

pairing: bakugou katsuki x reader

mentions: char death (bkg) but not reaaalllyyy, aged up chars (25+), supernatural elements in a pro-hero au, grief/mourning, horror-esque but it's romantic i promise, hurt/comfort

summary: you thought katsuki was gone—that he had abandoned you in this life to move on to the next. you saw his body—lifeless, cold, still. saw him get lowered into the ground in his dark casket enveloped in his hero colors. you stayed, for hours after the funeral, at his grave.

you thought he was dead. that he'd left you alone.

you were wrong.

[ingoodjesst]

this is mostly a ramble in response to himeno hot takes that she lacks depth or readings that fawn over aki while dissing himeno and it's like. i know i shouldn't take it TOO seriously but idk lol neither this manga nor aki himself would be what it is without her

like take this with a grain of salt ofc, but some ppl in the fandom have these visceral negative reactions to himeno that i really feel miss the thematic importance she has both in the overarching story and to aki in particular. i mean listen, it is 1000% okay if you simply do not like her because of her actions towards denji; she's a fucked up character, she's not supposed to be justified in everything. yeah i find her supremely interesting both in spite of and because of her doing genuinely bad things in a very human way, but not everyone comes out of that actually liking her which is fine

that said, if you try to engage with the story while ignoring himeno, you will lack a full understanding of csm and of aki hayakawa as a character. she just encapsulates so many of the manga's themes at only a third of the way through. like, the way that being single-minded and dealing with your traumas poorly can lead to ruin. the way that we can have complex relationships that we hang onto even when they're imperfect or toxic. the way that love is a dependency and can be deeply unhealthy, but that doesn't stop us from still wanting and needing to depend on others and continuing to try over and over again anyway because without vulnerability we will never find true connection. the way that the ones we lose live on in ourselves, precisely because we cared and connected with them - enough to contextualize their lives, enough to cry over them. the way that easy revenge is the first step in aki's journey to realize that the pursuit of a grand cause he could never pull off alone anyway is not the only thing that can give life meaning, not when there are the little victories and the people you love that you don't wanna lose (again).

i mean i think it's worth noting that in the end, aki still gives himeno's family half of his life's savings because that connection ran too deep to ignore, even long after she was gone. because even if she was the first death in the story only about 30 chapters in, himeno's presence echoes throughout the narrative and haunts you like a ghost one last time to remind you that yes, she was and always has been there.

[ao3feed-asaden]

Melancholia Romanticism

by amywinehousedeservedbetter “It’s your fault”. The boy had dropped the knife, falling onto the floor screeching his ears. The scratch’s leaving minor dents. The room was dark and gloomy, the only color being the stained red on the deceased man's body. His words echoing into the child’s head.   It’s your fault It’s your fault It’s your fault It’s your fault It’s your fault… In the kingdom of Motosega Dynasty, Denji a child of an addicted gambler gets adopted by a Yazuka member whom works for the rival nation; The Phetia Empire. Under the new leadership of Queen Makima, the nation has made every attempt to hide her past however after a ball everything goes wrong causing a chain reaction that could potentially cause war. (Chainsaw Man Royalty AU: Weekly / bi-weekly updates) Words: 6191, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English Fandoms: Chainsaw Man (Manga), Chainsaw Man (Anime) Rating: Mature Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence, Major Character Death, Underage Categories: F/F, F/M, Gen, M/M Characters: Denji (Chainsaw Man), Mitaka Asa, Pochita (Chainsaw Man), Makima (Chainsaw Man), Yoru | War Devil (Chainsaw Man), Fami | Famine Devil (Chainsaw Man), Reze (Chainsaw Man), Barem Bridge, Kishibe (Chainsaw Man), Power (Chainsaw Man), Hayakawa Aki, Himeno (Chainsaw Man), Higashiyama Kobeni, Yoshida Hirofumi, etc - Character Relationships: Denji/Mitaka Asa, Denji/Reze (Chainsaw Man), Makima/Quanxi (Chainsaw Man), Hayakawa Aki/Himeno, Angel Devil/Hayakawa Aki, Mitaka Asa/Yoshida Hirofumi, Kishibe & Yoshida Hirofumi, Mitaka Asa & Reze (Chainsaw Man), Denji & Hayakawa Aki & Power Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Regency, Alternate Universe - Royalty, Inaccurate language, Philosophy, Romance, Slow Burn, Slow Romance, Toxic Relationships, Songs from 21st century (sorry for the inaccuracy), Angst, Fluff and Angst, Death, Grief/Mourning, Destroy yourself, more tags will be added via https://ift.tt/VF4NMYC

[heatwa-ves]

Hi Tia!! I am making a "toxic/healthy, doomed/happy-ending yaoi" compass thing, and Strawberry informed me that you know stuff about akiangel, so I come to you with a question: Is akiangel toxic, healthy, or somewhere inbetween? I figured that they are pretty doomed, but I wasn't really sure of their dynamic !! Sorry, this is really random lmao

hm that is a very good question actually. they're 100% doomed but I'm not sure where I'd put them between healthy and toxic mostly because my interpretation of them is like they would never be in a relationship and I don't even know if there's any romance there particularly on angels part.

probably I would put them somewhere in the middle mostly because of their dynamic towards the beginning we have aki "I hate all devils I need to kill them they're evil bla bla" hayakawa and angel "humans can die and I wouldn't give a shit lmaoo" devil they didn't particularly like eachother (mostly aki didn't like angel and angel was just kinda indifferent) but like they're not really toxic also there's all this

literally I hate them soooo much they're the worst ever. I would love to rant about them at all times.

ALSO you absolutely have to show me the compass when you're done this is something I need in my life

[mmst4rz]

MM'S MASTERLIST !

CHAINSAW MAN, チェンソーマン !

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— A CHANGE OF MIND - TOXIC!AKI HAYAKAWA public safety, special division 4 was having a welcome party for the new recruits, being obligated to go, you went, but left with someone you yearned yet loathed, aki hayakawa. (7/4/23)

JUJUTSU KAISEN, 呪術廻戦 !

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— TBA.

MY HERO ACADEMIA, 僕のヒーローアカデミア !

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— THE PRETTIEST - MIRKO Mirko finds you prettiest when you're humping her thigh like a rabbit in heat. (5/29/23)

AVATAR (THE LAST AIRBENDER + LEGEND OF KORRA) !

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— TBA.

MISC.

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— TBA.

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[bicodeofhonour]

i think i drive myself insane on purpose bcuz i do seriously spend so much time THINKING about relationships in the fiction i consume but i also despise people who only interact with media for “shipping” and OF COURSE THOSE r the ppl with monopoly on meta/analysis on relationships in general fandom space....