#aki drabbles

[mitsuyaya]

[ 20:49 PM ] Hayakawa Aki

♡ contains: fluff, established relationship, unedited

aki have pretty eyes.

it’s something that you always find yourself getting lost in.

in broad daylight, when his eyes are glued on the cutting board, skillfully cutting the vegetables as he prepares everyone's breakfast – your eyes would instantly land on his, watching as his eyelashes flutter.

in the afternoon as he does his chores, his eyes would gradually droop from exhaustion. something that makes your heart tug because his expression says it all; that no matter how tired and backbreaking his chores are his willing to put up with it, because it's for his family.

aki has pretty eyes, much prettier when it's at night.

the glow from the moon illuminates his angelic eyes. making them a much perfect sight to behold, a captivating scene for your eyes to feast on.

you reached for his cheeks, thumb swiping the skin beneath his eyes, leaning in to kiss his eyelids: “your eyes are so pretty aki, have I told you that?”

it doesn't come as a surprise when you do it, he was used to this kind of affection from you. truth be told, you doing this only makes him happy, felt loved more than ever. it's what he always waits for.

“always do” you smiled, staring at them for a bit longer before you spoke again.

“please only look at me with these eyes.”

he snorts, leaning in to your touch before he stares at your eyes and spoke: “don’t worry, these eyes are exclusively yours.”

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[whats-k-popping]

92) After a fever dream wakes you up, I roll over and hold you close, your head underneath my chin.

With a Sick Theo and Keeho or Intak taking care of him?

Thanks so much for the request!! I got the idea and it kinda took off on it's own! What could have easily been one scene turned into a whole drabble! I hope you enjoy this sick!Theo content! I hope this satisfies your cravings!

Pairing: Keeho X Theo - platonic intentions, but open interpretation. Briefly ft. Intak.

Words: 1429

Warnings: Fever || Sick Member || Slight Angst || Nongraphic Fever Dream

Taeyang was thrilled to finally be on the way home. What started as just some sniffles morphed into a pounding headache, which developed into whole body aches, and then the body aches became an unshakable chill, and by that point, he'd come to the conclusion he's gotten sick.

His members had also figured it out rather quickly. He had no way of hiding it. His usually balanced complexion was pale, with feverish, sweaty blotches of red. And his striking eyes were glossed over with an obvious haze. Keeho's hand on the eldest's forehead only confirmed what they'd all suspected.

"Why didn't you say you were sick?" Keeho questions as he guides Taeyang into his room. He knows that as the leader, he has to reprimand such reckless behavior. But he wants to do it away from the younger members, to spare his hyung's dignity.

"I didn't know, I thought it was just a small cold." He admitted. "I didn't feel really bad until a few hours ago."

"Then you should have told me a few hours ago." Keeho retorts without missing a beat, "I don't care if we're in the middle of something, or if we have more schedules to get through. If you feel sick, you tell me. Nothing is worth risking your health."

Taeyang nods his head as he sits down on the edge of his bed. As belittling as it is, he knows Keeho is right. And he appreciates having a leader who will always put them first, especially when they struggle to do it themselves.

"Think you can go take a shower? It'll help. I'll get you some dinner and meds for when you get out." Keeho doesn't wait for a response before he's out the door, but Taeyang nods his head anyway, gathering his pajamas and staggering to the bathroom.

Intak is sitting beside the bathroom door, playing a game on his phone. When Taeyang sends him a questioning look, the rapper is quick to reply, "Keeho-hyung told me to sit here." He says defensively, waving his hands in innocence. "He doesn't want you to pass out in the shower or anything."

Taeyang doesn't have the mental capacity to ask any more questions, so he gives Intak a quick nod before stepping into the bathroom and closing the door. He doesn't lock it.

Intak is still seated there when he comes out, dressed in his loosest pajamas and hair still dripping wet. "Hyung," the rapper pockets his phone and jumps to stand across from him. "You need to dry your hair. You're already sick, don't want to make it worse."

"Tired." Taeyang pouts. The cool water of the shower took the last remaining ounce of his energy. He just wants to crawl into bed.

Intak chuckles, resting a hand on his hyungs shoulder. "C'mon. I'll do it for you." He guides the vocalist back into the bathroom and sits him on the closed toilet seat. "I'll be gentle, okay." There's a warmth in Intak's smile that allows Taeyang to relinquish any sense of control. He just lets Intak take over. And it's so comfortable. The soft way he towel dries the dripping ends, and the way his long fingers card through as he blows each strand dry. Taeyang nearly falls asleep sitting down.

It's Keeho's voice that breaks through the soft hum of the blow dryer. "There you are," he crouches down to Taeyang's eye level. "Ready for bed?"

Taeyang nods. The blow dryer turns off, and Intak cards through his now dry hair one last time before he creeps out of the bathroom. But not without wishing his hyung good health first.

"Let's get you to your room," Keeho holds a hand out for Taeyang. The older takes it, but makes no effort to list himself up. So the leader puts his other hand behind Taeyang's back and helps him to stand. Thankfully, Taeyang has enough lingering energy to shuffle back to his room.

The bedding is already turned down. And there's a tray of food sitting beside his bed, which is a charming sentiment because Keeho never allows food in the bedrooms. Taeyang drops himself into the bed and quickly pulls the covers over himself. "Keeho, I really don't feel good."

"I know, hyung. You'll feel better after some sleep." The leader sits on the edge of the bed. "I know you're tired, but you need to eat first."

Taeyang forces himself to eat a few bites just so he can satisfy the leader. He also begrudgingly swallows the fever reducers that Keeho demands he take, along with a handful of other vitamins. Once Taeyang sticks out his tongue as proof that he swallowed them all, Keeho stands off the bed. "Okay, you've showered, eaten, and taken meds." He lets out a relieved breath, "I think you're all ready for bed then."

Keeho keeps talking while he scurries across the room, but Taeyang isn't really listening. He's been teetering the edge of sleep for far too long now. And he's ready for his exhaustion to swallow him whole. "I've told the maknaes to sleep on my room tonight, so you can have the room to yourself." Taeyang's eyes widen at that, his heart races in his chest.

He doesn't want to be alone.

As Keeho arranges the items on the bedside table, Taeyang reaches out to grab the leader's wrist. The sudden contact startles Keeho, who flinches but doesn't immediately pull away. "What's the matter? Is something wrong?" He's immediately on high alert. Taeyang's not exactly the clingy type.

The eldest's heart is pounding in his chest. His lip is quivering and his thoughts are racing. He's never felt shy around Keeho before, especially when it comes to asking for attention. But something about the situation makes him feel extra vulnerable. He looks up at the leader with big, watery, fever-ridden eyes. "Can you stay with me?" He finally asks.

Keeho doesn't tease or joke. He takes Taeyang's hand in his own and gives him a soft smile, "Of course, hyung." He replies, "Scoot over and make some room." Which Taeyang does quickly despite the aching in his body.

Once Keeho settles in, Taeyang is quick to latch himself onto the leader. For warmth of course. "I'm so tired." The elder member speaks into the fabric of Keeho's shirt.

"Then sleep," Keeho whispers, running his palm up and down Teayang's back. "I'll be right here."

It's not long until the two of them are fast asleep under the covers.

Keeho's never realized how much Taeyang moves in his sleep. One minute, all four of his limbs are in some way intertwined with his own. The next, Taeyang is pressed up against the wall. The blankets are constantly shifting between being pulled up and being kicked down to the bottom of the bed. It's an uncomfortable nights sleep, but Keeho finds a way to sleep through it all.

Around 2 AM, Taeyang's tossing and turning is accompanied by whimpers and gasps. He mutters the names of his members and flails his limbs around. One final gasp has the older shooting up in the bed, heart racing, tear tracks running down his cheeks. As he gasps for air, he looks to Keeho, who is still sleeping beside him. His back is turned facing the door, seemingly on the edge of the mattress, allowing Taeyang to take up as much space as he needs.

The sight of his sleeping leader brings him instant comfort. He takes a deep breath before he lays back down, pulling the covers back up to his neck. He's still tired but can't bring himself to sleep, afraid he might have another horribly graphic fever dream. So he stares at the back of Keeho's head, trying to convince himself that he's in a safe place.

Keeho can feel every movement that Taeyang makes. He can hear Taeyang sniffling as he tries to subdue the sadness presumably brought on by whatever nightmare startles him awake. In one swift motion, Keeho turns over and wraps an arm around the older's torso, pulling him close. Taeyang's face fits right into the crook of Keeho's neck. The feverishly warm skin presses against Keeho's chin. He can feel the cold remnants of tears on his neck.

"It was just a bad dream, hyung. Go back to sleep," Keeho slurs when he feels the tickle of Taeyang's eyelashes on his neck as he blinks.

The leader pulls Taeyang impossibly closer and waits until he feels the sick man's eyes flutter closed. There's only sweet dreams after that.

#p1harmony #piwon sickfic #p1h sickfic #p1h canonverse #sick!Theo #sick!Taeyang #caretaker!Keeho #minor Intak #tw fever #tw fever dream #Theo x Keeho #aki writes #aki sickfic #aki requests #aki drabbles #aki prompt fill

[paithology]

𝙈𝙊𝙍𝙉𝙄𝙉𝙂 𝙎𝙀𝙓 ☆ ݁ ⋆

- What it's like to wake up next to your loving boyfriend.

Content warnings: Overstimulation, breeding, cnc

Men who appreciate every day they get to wake up to your gorgeous face and just love sharing a bed with you overall. Making sure your pussy is easily accessible to him at all times.

Every morning, the only thought that plagues his mind is your tank top stuck to your skin, exposing your nipples, the flush of your ass against your lacy panties, and the desperate look on your face when you wake up. It gives him a throbbing urge to sink his cock into your pussy.

He’d start with his hands wandering everywhere. from his arms wrapped around your waist to gripping your ass and rubbing you through your panties. 

Pulling them to the side to reveal your wet pussy. The feeling of his cock teasing your folds before he slides his cock in makes you whimper.

He can’t help but groan when your juices flow out as he pushes inside of you. You're just so wet. He loves fucking you from the side because it only makes his thrust deeper, hitting your spot every time.

He tries to silence your cries by shoving his tongue down your throat as you babble and whine about how you can't take much more. Your eyes are filling with pleasurable tears, and your mouth is welling with drool from overstimulation from the way the head of his cock hits your sweet spot nonstop.

He rubs small circles onto your clit, ass swaying from the sheer force of his hips. He begins to get so lost in the feeling of your pussy that he fucks you till he can’t stop. Fucking you through your orgasm His head is in the crook of your neck as he groans at the feeling of you clenching down on his overly sensitive tip.

After what feels like hours, you're reaching back to grip his hair, eyes rolled back. Just begging for him to fill you up again.

Suguru Geto , Choso Kamo, Yuta Okkotsu, Aki Hayakawa, Renji Abarai, Reno Sinclar

Work of: Paige, do not copy.

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[mncxbe]

𝐓𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭...

ೀ๋࣭ ⭑𝒄𝒘: pwp, needy/pervy? men, backseat activities, creampie, pet names, not proofread

the 𝐧𝐞𝐞𝐝𝐲, 𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐥𝐲 𝐛𝐨𝐲𝐬 who watch you from the distance, not daring to interact with you in any way. their life is messy, dangerous– violence and death leaving no space for love. and even if he could afford such mundane affections, an angel like you would never turn their gaze on them, right?

well, that's what he thought until you hit him up. walking up behind him and tapping his shoulder with the most innocent smile plastered on your pretty face. "Hey there, stranger. You look a little lost" it's all you say, your voice barely audible over the loud music and chatter in the bar. he thinks you look prettier up close and finds himself unable to reply with any witty or flirty remark. "Not really, it's just not a place I usually go to".

'stupid idiot–' it's all he can say to himself, the fear of coming across as uninterested and pushing you away rooted deep in his bones. but his comment only makes your smile widen. you lean in and he feels his cock straining his pants when you brush your fingertips against his thigh, moving them upwards, tempting him "Then why don't we go somewhere more comfortable for both of us?"

That's how you ended up in the backseat of his car with his hand cupping your panty clad ass "Please baby take 'em off for me, will you?" he pleads and you indulge him, sliding off the lace trimmed panties to grant him access to your cunt before climbing back on his lap.

It feels good, too good, the way you grind on his hand– his fingertips shoved snugly against your sweet spot, causing moans and mewls to spill from your glossy lips as your hands find his belt, skillfully unbuckling it. his cock slides inside you easily, stretching your gummy walls and fuck– you feel just like he imagined.

it doesn't take too long for the windows to fog up– not when he's messily bucking his hips to meet your grinds, panting like he'd just run a marathon. "that's it pretty girl just keep bouncing on me ah fuck— feels too good. y'er sqeezing me so tight–" he whines between shallow breaths, completely lost in the feeling of your walls clamping down on him. he never thought a man like him would ever reach heaven but there he is, buried deep inside your pretty little cunt.

he's not used to the pleasure, really, so it doesn't take him long to reach his high. an unfamiliar warmth pools in his core, making him feel dizzy. he closes his eyes and doesn't even realize that his hands are fiercely squeezing your hips– keeping you nice and steady as he ruts inside you, his leaking tip hitting your sweet spot with each thrust. "fuck, fuck, fuck baby 'm close" he groans and it's like music to your ears.

the feeling is overwhelming, so many emotions swirling inside him all at once– it's like you dug deep inside his soul and opened Pandora's box. guilt, need, shame, bliss, adoration. if it weren't for the tears spilling from his eyes you wouldn't be aware of the effect you had on him.

you smile and gently wipe his tears away, placing little kisses on his cheeks as you cup his face with your hands, encouraging him to keep going "make yourself feel good for me, okay? you deserve it you're doing good. c'mon cum for me, handsome"

and he does— and it feels like heaven. his vision blurs as his cum spurts inside you, painting your gummy walls white. it takes him a while to regain his breath and composure, but even when his calm-and-collected mask is back on the grip on your hips doesn't falter. he keeps himself sheathed inside you as you lean against him, your combined juices leaking down to his base.

"so..." you eventually speak up, your face still buried in the crook of his neck. "you feeling better now?" he only hums for lack of a better response, kissing the crown of your head and wrapping his arms around your waist to keep you flush against his chest. he can't bring himself to tell you he's afraid to let you go, that he wants to stay like this for one more minute– to indulge himself the pleasure and comfort of normality and intimacy. because in the end he's still a stranger to you. still... things may change between you and this luxury he rarely affords could become part of his routine– if you want that too. for now he can only hope for something more and let the rough edges of his soul soften up in your embrace.

｡ﾟ•┈୨♡୧┈•ﾟ｡𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐒: 𝐃𝐀𝐙𝐀𝐈, 𝐂𝐇𝐔𝐔𝐘𝐀, 𝐀𝐊𝐔𝐓𝐀𝐆𝐀𝐖𝐀, 𝐉𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐎, 𝐓𝐀𝐂𝐇𝐈𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐀, 𝐀𝐊𝐈, (𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫) 𝐊𝐈𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐁𝐄 ｡ﾟ•┈୨♡୧┈•ﾟ｡

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[meownotgood]

haha hey so apparently someone stole my whole fic... copy and pasted except for tiny things changed... here is the link to their """fic""" (sorry random person I had to steal the reblog from). they've since deleted the fic off their blog + deleted their ao3 + gone on a hiatus so..... that's cool and whatever....... but they have written a lot of other shit so... don't be a dick but maybe check that for funny business too...

#yall I am literally #I don't even know what to say LMFAO #their fic before they deleted it had more notes than mine....... like what..... #I've never had this happen before so I'm just.... in awe........ #is leon similar to aki or something I don't know this man. who are you #it sucks so much too because that fic of mine #is probably my favorite fic I ever wrote #I poured so much love into it #so many little aspects of aki's character that I enjoyed fleshing out #and to just have it stolen #like if you stole a shitty drabble I wouldn't be as wounded but to steal 20k words of love..... #that's messed up man........ #I'm laughing at this but also. crying inside a little #thank you to the person who told me about this because since they deleted it it would be really hard to know otherwise #yeah........... yeah.....

[tootiecakes234]

Men that you can turn your brain off with.

You guys going on a trip 5 hours away, he’s driving the entire way while you relax.

Making plans to go across the country, all you have to do it pack your things. He books the tickets, reservations, and outings. He even gives you his card to go get yourself new things to take on the trip with you.

About to make a big investment together, don’t even worry. All you have to do is be there to the sign your signature.

Having a big date night, he has everything in order for you to go, relax and enjoy yourself.

Unless he’s super busy, he’ll usually always plans out your meals for you. Even if you have to work, he’d order lunch to be delivered to you or pack your lunch before you leave the house.

He gives you the ultimate princess treatment always. You’re just there to grace him with your presence and have a great time.

*I just want to be a cute ditzy gf🤭

* Eijirou Kirishima, Katsuki Bakugo, Nanami Kento, Koshi Sugawara, Daichi Sawamura, Aki Hayakawa, loid Forger, Kakashi Hatake… any of your faves.

#imagine #bakugou drabble #mha fanfiction #bakugou x reader #mha kirishima #kirishima eijirou x reader #loid forger Headcanon #sugawara koushi #haikyu imagines #sawamura daichi #nanami x reader smut #kento nanami #jjk headcanons #kakashi hatake #naruto headcanons #spy x family #aki hayakawa #chainsaw man headcanons

[notiddygxthgf]

Boyfriend | Aki Hayakawa

★ pairings: aki x f!reader

★ synopsis: being aki's favorite girl has many perks.

★ a/n: i couldnt stop thinking about boyfie!aki omfg... brainrot.

★ c.w.: fluff, nicknames, smut(ish). no beta we die like... ahem.

1. He's thoughtful!

Aki is notoriously attentive when it comes to his line of work, but nothing compares to how attentive he is when it comes to you and your needs. He can read you like a book. It's just something about those eyes of yours, something about the way you look at him that tells him all that he needs to know about you -- he's got you all figured out.

When it's a party or a work event, he can see your expression a mile away. You would be perched in the corner, anxiously swirling your drink around. He'd reach an arm around you, pulling you close enough that your shoulders would bump into his chest. "Do you want to leave?" He'd ask. And how could you refuse -- when he made it sound so tempting?

He'll remember little things about you -- the shows you like, your favorite foods, your favorite fabrics to wear. His brain is like a little notepad, full of facts about you. When you're having a particularly, bad day, he'll bring home a container of your favorite soup from the place up the street he knows you love. He'll treat you to trinkets and sweaters (sometimes printed with the name of the last town he visited on the mission, sometimes they were his) and whatever stupid little thing makes him think of you (seriously, he brought you a rock with googly eyes from a gift shop in Shibuya once because, and quote, "It reminds me of you").

He knows your body like the back of his hand; knows where you like being kissed, touched, caressed, held. He knows you like it's second nature, like you're an extension of himself.

2. He can cook

You're grateful for that, considering that if he couldn't cook, the two of you would have been completely fucked. You're about as gifted in the kitchen as a toddler with a wooden spoon.

It's okay though. He doesn't mind. He loves cooking for his pretty girl. Curry, Stews, Rice, Chicken -- whatever your little heart desires (or whatever he's decided is on the menu for tonight). And he's good at it, too. He's got a real talent for cheffing it up. The kind of talent that makes you moan words of praise through mouthfuls of food while you chow down.

"You like it?" He'd ask, a teasing lilt tinging his words.

"Fuckin' perfect," You'd reply, voice muffled by mounds of food. "You got a gift."

He wouldn't have believed it had it come from anyone else. But for you? He would have to make an exception.

He only wished he could make enough for you to take leftovers. With two ravenous roommates, however -- the kind that scarf down just about everything but the plate -- that was kinda hard.

(Still, whenever he could, he would sneak a few extra servings into some containers to give to you.).

3. Super Affectionate

You love it when he comes home to you. You love it when he collapses into your arms and wraps his strong arms around you, swaddling you entirely with his warmth. You love when he takes you out with him -- takes you shopping, takes you on dates, takes you on grocery runs to get a brief moment of peace from his roommates.

Aki is nothing if not proud of his girlfriend. Though usually quite timid and stoic, he has no qualms about claiming you in public. (sometimes in a family bathroom stall, if it's one of those days). He'll walk around with his hand on your lower back, your waist, your hip, your ass -- whatever he can get ahold of to let the world know that you're his.

It's usually you who initiates the PDA. He's the one who runs with it.

It'll start with a kiss to his lips, his jaw, his neck, his nose. That's all it takes for him to be pulling you in for more, suddenly rather careless about who sees the two of you. He'll ask you for a kiss. Then another. Then another. Then one last one (it's a trap).

And you, being the lovestruck idiot that you are, you'll stand up on your tippy toes and give him all of the kisses you can muster.

At work parties, you're never far from him -- never out of his line of sight. He said something about his coworkers being "dogs", but you had yet to experience even a double glance in your direction. Being with Aki was like having a bodyguard.

He loves it the most when you sit on his lap. He'll pull you close to him by the waist, hugging your legs from where he's seated. He'll let you entertain his drunken coworkers for a few minutes, perhaps even a few comments from Denji about your looks, and then he'll tug you down to take a seat where you belong (in his lap. no one else's. his lap).

Your pretty face would flush for a moment, stuttering to find the words to continue what you had been saying. He didn't care about anyone else when you were around -- you made him needy. Still, he would hide his blushing face in your neck, your shoulder. Breathe in the scent of your expensive perfume, the scent of your skin that was so uniquely you.

Baby, he'd call you.

Princess, Mama, Angel face.

He couldn't keep the pet names away. It was what gave your relationship away to everyone to begin with, after all. It had been a small meeting with a few Devil Hunters, only two beers in, and you had handed him his third.

"Thanks, Baby," He murmurred, the ghost of a smile playing on his lips as he tilted his head back. His eyes widened the moment he realized what he had done.

"Baby?" Himeno repeated.

"Baby?" Denji echoed.

"Like, an infant?" Power chimed in. Denji went to explain.

Aki sputtered profusely, hurried chants of, "Wait, wait--" leaving his lips. And you would just laugh, letting him feel the backlash from his coworkers.

"You are dating! I fuckin'-- HIC! -- knew it!" Himeno pumped her drink in the air. "You lyin' little shit."

Not like the way he looked at you didn't give it away from the beginning.

4. Way with words

He loves to spoil his girl. Not just with money (although he certainly doesn't hesitate to buy you whatever your heart desires, or to send you a couple thousand to treat yourself to something nice).

He spoils you with his words, with his saccharine tongue that overflows with pretty things the moment the two of you are alone.

"My pretty girl," He'll say. "Only mine. Only for me."

"Only for you," You'll say back.

He has a certain way with words. Perhaps it's the bluntness of it that makes you fall harder for him. He never hesitates to tell you exactly what's on his mind.

It's a whisper of, "I love you," against your cheek.

It's a grumble of, "Want you," while he leaves fleeting touches of your waist and hips.

And God, he knows how to talk your panties right off.

Lips pursed around a cancer stick, he'll breathe out everything you want to hear.

"'M gonna marry you some day," He'd say. "If I don't, I'll die trying."

"I love the way you look in that dress."

"Your eyes look so pretty."

"You take me so well, pretty."

Whoops. Did I let that last one slip out?

Well, then, I suppose that leads me to number 5.

5. Fantastic Lover

Aki is gifted in a multitude of ways. One of your personal favorites? His hands. His hands on your face, your chest, your lips -- his rough grip on your hips while he devours you.

He loves to spoil you with his attention. Sometimes, that means he'll have you clawing at the bed with anticipation before he even thinks about going faster.

"Can't rush perfection," he'd say.

And you'd tell him, "Shut up and fuck me."

He can't get enough of you. On the bed, on the floor, on the kitchen counter while everyone is still asleep -- he's addicted to the taste of you whenever he can have it. He loves the way you fall apart around him, around his tongue, hips jumping up to ride his face.

He's told you he'd die a happy man if you crushed him. You think that might be the truth.

His fingers are long and thick -- a little calloused, but none the less gentle as they press against your neck, as they slip into your needy pussy. He works you open like it's his job, effortlessly finding that spongy place inside of you that makes you gasp out for him, makes you clutch at his inky black hair as he leans in to give you an experimental lick.

You love his tongue. Devilish thing he is, he'll eat you out for his own pleasure -- until you're clawing at him, tugging the sheets off of the corners, leaving a trail of wetness on his fingers. He has this way of sucking and fucking you so divinely that you forget your name -- suddenly, the only one you can think of is his.

"Aki..." You'd whine. Quietly, still, but getting a little louder while you crept closer and closer to your peak.

"Quiet, Baby," He would hush you, adjusting your legs over his shoulders while he devoured you. "Don't want anybody to hear you, hmm?"

He'll eat you out until you're begging for more, pleading for him.

And then, if you've been good, he'll give it to you -- all of him, everything he has to offer. He'll pound you so far into the mattress that the next morning, when you get up to eat breakfast with him and his roommates, you can do nothing but avoid eye contact at all costs, limping into the kitchen and sitting down slowly (lest you hurt your tender back, the one he'd blown out).

"Rough night?" Denji had asked you once, munching on a mouthful of scrambled eggs.

You swallowed thickly, nervously, hoping he wouldn't notice the way you were glancing between him and Aki, whose back was turned to the three of you while he finished cooking.

You scooped some eggs onto your plate, taking a bit onto your fork and shoveling it into your mouth (to give you an excuse to not reply).

But you'd be found out soon enough.

"Sure sounded like it," Power added, tilting her head at you. "Were you injured?"

Aki choked, but disguised it with a cough.

You quirked your brow. "No, why?"

Denji looked up at that, pausing to swallow before he gave his two cents. "You sure?" He asked (teasingly). "We could hear you crying out from down the hall."

You choked on your egg. Aki turned the stove off, whipping his head around to promptly whack Denji on the back of his head with the spoon he had just been stirring up eggs with.

a/n: hiiii! just a quick little drabble. i've been on a csm craze for the last week! (aki's been getting me through the week long period of grief that follows a brutal midterm week). feel free to request some more (reqs say closed but ill do it for my king aki....) who knows! if u guys like it enough (and maybe beg real nicely) i mightttt do another part (or publish this 45 page aki smut i've been sitting on lololosdjfkg). comment and reblog ur thoughts!! i love reading them.

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[niki-phoria]

⋆｡°✩ csm hcs - little things about dating them

characters: aki hayakawa, denji, yoshida hirofumi

includes: devil hunter reader, lots of fluff, forgive me if denji and yoshida are a little ooc, written with male reader in mind

a/n: i think i'm gonna officially start writing for csm :)) i'm open to taking some csm reqs but they might take me a little while to finish so pls be patient with me !!

warnings: mentions of blood/injuries, mention of smoking

gn reader (they/them pronouns)

⋆｡°✩ aki hayakawa

— i see aki as pretty inexperienced

— he’s had crushes before but finding the gun devil and working in public safety makes it pretty hard to go out on dates

— you met when makima assigned you to be his new partner (to help him wrangle power and denji)

— aki’s very slow to trust, and even slower to have feelings for someone

— he’s overly professional when you first meet

— doesn’t talk much unless it’s necessary

— it takes a lot of effort to get to know him beyond his somewhat cold persona

— after enough time (and probably saving his life once or twice) he’ll relent and start to open up to you

— either you have to confess or you just silently start going out together and being more affectionate

— denji is nosy probably sparks the realization for aki

— “what’s going on with you and y/n anyway?”

— “what do you mean?”

— “you’re all soft around them. it’s gross”

— a few days of very deep introspection from aki later and he’ll randomly bring it up

— during one of your balcony talks aki will take a drag from his cigarette and then look over and go 

— “are we dating?”

— you shrug 

— “i’d like to be”

— and congrats you are officially aki hayakawa’s lover

— aki isn’t super affectionate but he’ll make an effort if you are

— he’s gonna be super awkward about it tho lmao

— incredibly stiff the first few times you cuddle or hug but he’ll warm up to it

— he’s never really done this before give him a break

— he’s very protective but in a more subtle way

— puts his body in front of yours, keeps you away from danger, lets denji and power take care of devils to tend to you

— ^they 1000% tease him about being whipped

— aki is very cautious about letting you take devil contracts

— he doesn’t want you to get hurt

— his love language is acts of service

— make him dinner before he gets home or wake him up with a freshly made cup of coffee and heart will go boom boom boom boom

— probably gets all flustered and then gets embarrassed about being flustered

— (if you smoke) he shares his cigarettes with you

— you take turns passing a cigarette back and forth

— late night talks together on your balcony are some of his favourite moments with you

⋆｡°✩ denji

— denji is INCREDIBLY inexperienced

— he spent most of his childhood alone with pochita, slaying devils for money whenever he could, and generally avoiding danger

— he’s seen attractive people before and probably had superficial crushes but he had never seriously considered dating someone

— until he met you

— you met when you were assigned to work with aki as a new recruit into public safety

— your relationship is pretty lighthearted and playful at first

— denji is very dense

— doesn’t really recognize his feelings as romantic until you ask him out

— you have to outright tell him “i want to date you” 

— he’s like “oh cool me too”

— congratulations !! you are now officially together

— denji’s affection is probably a little awkward at first

— he likes cuddling and being affectionate but he’s a little clumsy at how he goes about it

— his only frame of how relationships work is from manga and anime so expect him to try and replicate the tropes he likes with you

— it gets better with time though don't worry

— just don't tease him too much he's genuinely trying his best

— kiss him first and he’ll lose his mind

— his eyes get huge for a second before he smiles and kisses you this time

— during missions denji isn’t overly focused on safety 

— yours or his

— i mean he literally turns into a human chainsaw

— he won’t let you be seriously injured though

— afterwards he scolds you for being clumsy as he poorly tends to your injuries

— he doesn’t know how to do stitches and his way of helping is to press a bandage over everything and playfully kiss the wound afterwards but it’s the thought that counts

— denji isn’t used to being vulnerable

— he’s incredibly nonchalant when he talks about his childhood but he’s still human

— sometimes the weight of being a devil hunter really gets to him

— give him some space and let him come to you naturally

— he probably won’t talk about his feelings in detail 

— let him lay on your chest and play with his hair until he falls asleep 

— he’ll feel better when he wakes up

— emotional intelligence is not denji’s strong suit

— you have to bluntly tell him when he’s doing something wrong

— he’s quick to change though

— he's a little emotionally constipated and he can be a little clumsy with his words and affection but he does really love you

— he just wants the best for you

⋆｡°✩ yoshida hirofumi

— i think yoshida has some experience with dating, but nothing overly serious

— you met in class

— ^either through denji or just because yoshida happened to notice you

— he’s incredibly charming

— puts all of his effort into cracking dumb jokes so you’ll smile when you first meet

— the type to lean in super close so he can “hear you better” and let friendly touches linger just a little too long

— i honestly think he could go either way with confessing

— he wants to date you but he also relishes in seeing you so flustered around him

— if yoshida confesses, it’s pretty nonchalant

— might be romantic and give you a flower or something

— if you confess, yoshida will smirk the whole time

— probably leans back against a wall or something and just watches as you stumble your way through an explanation of how you have feelings for him

— when you finish, he tilts your chin up so you’re looking into his eyes

— does that thing again where he leans in super close just to embarrass you

— “i like you too”

— boyfriend acquired

— congrats :D

— yoshida is definitely a hand holder

— he’s always touching you in some way

— his hand on your thigh underneath your desks, your fingers intertwined when you walk through the hallways, his arm wrapped around your waist as he walks you home

— he refuses to work on missions without you

— he says it’s to “make sure you don’t do anything stupid” but you both know it’s because he worries about you

— also the type to scold you while tending to any of your injuries

— yoshida is affectionate, but only on his terms

— he likes to be the one to initiate physical contact

— in public, he loves bragging about your relationship

— pulls you closer if he catches someone staring at you, introduces you as his lover, follows you around and refuses to leave your side

— he’s a tease

— he cups your face with his hand, slowly leans in, waits for you to start getting annoyed, and then pulls you into a kiss

— always smiles against your lips

— he can’t help it, you just make him so happy

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[nisuna]

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[blueparadis]

❝ GOOD GIRL ❞ + AKI HAYAKAWA.

+. CWs —» f!reader, m!oral, f→m receiving, cum-play, corruption k!nk; word count — 1kish

+. PRECIS —» Sometimes Aki takes a little advantage as your supervisor.

+. NOTES —» each and every brain cell is soaked in his thoughts which is quite shocking for me since I'm Yoshida stan but oh well we shall see; to read more of my works browse through navigation links.

One and a half months of being under division four. One and a half months yet all he did was to howl orders to all the members in his unit. You didn't anticipate how you would end up working under him given the fact he was once your supervisor.

Aki was anything but professional. He shared his half burnt cigarettes, listened to your stories with rapt attention about how you ended up being from ordinary college girl to a devil hunter. Sometimes he would hit the bar with you and he did all of it in the name of breaking ‘rules are meant to be broken’.

If you were to tell these to anyone in his unit they would probably think you were talking about someone else but fortunately you don't have a habit of rambling if things became haywire. And things did become haywire.

It seems like a common notion to conclude that you wouldn't be under the same division led by your supervising officer. Aki believed that too yet he could not help but bring you home after you nailed your first hunt.

“Open your mouth.” Aki snarls, looking down at you as you sit on his bed, folding your legs, with your knees kissing the bed sheet.

“Why … ?”, your voice drifts as his eyes meticulously scan you from head to torso. Your eyebrows jump deciphering his thoughts. “But I’ve... never...” you stammer, struggling to put it in words let alone do what he demands of you.

“sucked a cock, yea ?. Right” Aki finishes, holding your chin up so he has your eyes at him. He rejoices at the bashful sight of yours, eager to try yet unaware of how to proceed.

You lick your lower lip feeling the warmth smothering your cheeks carefully conveying, . “y... y-es. never... did that.”

Your sheepish whisper, the coyness in your glimmering pupils that is roaming all over the dim apartment room of his refusing to look at him and those perfectly plush lips that declines to say the word makes Aki’s heart bubble with joy.

He wishes to fuck you in all positions known to a man. He wants to fuck you on this very bed you are seated to the point that your supple skin becomes flush, your pussy all sore, your mind betraying you.

But he can wait. He wants to wait, wait and see how long this ivory facade of yours is gonna last.

“come on, you've never . . .” Aki demands, lips curving in delight hoping that you'd say the word, imagining how lewd you'd look. He grasps your chin as you blink and manage to blurt out, “i... i’ve never sucked a... cock... before.”

Aki grins , his cock pulsating inside his pants as he leans closer to your face, crouching so he could look your eager eyes. “you will ... now.”, he rasps finally releasing his cock from his pants, pumping it a few times in front of your astonished face before lining it up to your mouth. You clear your throat staring at his girth.

“i don’t know how...” , Aki’s brow jumps in fascination, “hold and spit on the head.” what on earth did he do to have to go through all these? Not that he complains but he has experienced sloppy blow jobs to mind ravaging ones that made him never go for the inexperienced ones.

But here you’re, his one and a half months subordinate, popular and demanding devil hunter who has not only managed to occupy his bed but also his mind.

“wh-at?” you blink at him, lips slightly brushing against the swollen head of his cock. Aki brings froth his cock closer to your mouth while holding your head in place so as to push the tip to your lips, to open by lightly grazing.

“ lick it, the pre. . . a good girl should.”You open your mouth slightly, feeling your pussy clenching around nothing when his precum spills on your tongue. You squeeze your eyes shut wrapping your mouth around the head.

“fuck,” Aki hisses, spreading his feet on to the floor mat , toes curling to prevent himself from jamming his cock into your mouth.

“Yeah, like that.”, he assures as half of his cock enters your mouth, saliva coating your mouth due to inexperience which Aki finds to be an undeniably alluring sight. A soft moan escapes your lips, eyes widening to glance at him with your brows pinching together as you notice him let out a groan. He only smirks at you encouraging you.

“you’re doing great, baby,” Aki cooes, watching as you struggle to suck him all in. “like that. Mmgh...just like that,” his words roll smoothly, eyes focusing on your stretched lips that are wrapped around his cock. You work your mouth wider, throat bobbing to adjust to his length touching the back of your throat.

“Wait…ugh… stop.” Aki’s voice becomes ragged that makes your heart drop instantly, you're not sure why that is.

“lick it.”, he instructs in one breath without meeting the eye.You glup all your wary before flattening your tongue ready to lick on his silky smooth shaft.

You accumulate a little bit of courage to lick and suck half-way of his throbbing member, occasionally earning more of his low moans. This is why he likes to work with you, a few straight directions and you're quick enough to build your own pace.

He cups your face with both of his palms before snapping his hips forward, making your nose graze the skin above his cock. You gag, tears suddenly pooling at the corner of your eyes yet Aki refuses to stop. He slowly thrusts in and out, his grip getting stronger trying his best not to lose control.

“take it,” he grunts. “All. Of. It”Aki never bothered to have a memory of how many times he had his cock sucked by different girls who has worked with him and who has not worked with him. Sometimes, he doesn't even bother to know the name unless they’re from his line of work.

He rarely sullies his professional relationship. He has no iota of idea of how many times he has shot his cum down someone else’s throat while still face-fucking them. You are no where to be labelled as skilled.

However, he can't deny that this one would imprint on his mind. Aki groans head inclining upwards with his Adam's apple being pronouncedly on display. “holy fuck,” he utters as his fluid fills your mouth, some escaping along the lines of your lips, some spilling on bedsheets. He pulls out his cock jerking a few times before zipping it up inside his pants.

And as he does he looks at you amazed how your cheeks are bulged, a lazy pout forming on your face. “swallow it” he pants rashly and you obey him without a second thought gulping his fluid down. You tore your gaze away immediately licking your lips thinking of what to do now, fidgeting with the loose ends of your unbuttoned shirt.

Aki still finds its amusing how a skilled devil hunter like you ended up being his subordinate. He thinks you're quite skilled to be a solo operator or perhaps he has grown fond of your pretty face.

“Good girl,” Aki chimes with a smile before kissing your puffy lips pushing you down to the soft mattress. There is a reflexive resistance as he desperately sucks your lips. You hum before caving in to his kiss as he proceeded to your neckline.

“God, you're so cute.”, and in that moment you regretted it, all of these, letting your heart soak in desires and affection. Perhaps,he did too when you desperately clawed his back as you deepened the kiss.

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[mitsuyaya]

[ parting gift ] hayakawa aki

contains: 700+ words. angsttt!, noblewoman reader x knight aki, reader is referred to as my lady, unedited (as usual)

summary: a price to pay for the heinous crime you commit is your happiness and the life of the man you love the most.

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“What if we run away?”

You wait for Aki to break the silence, to utter a single word, to refuse your offer and change the subject of your conversation. To tell you off and go home. Because the longer you stay, the longer you stare at his miserable state—behind bars, bruised and dirtied—the more difficult it is for you to repress the emotions that want to break free from the inside.

But the other half of you wanted him to say yes, agree and then pretend like your lives aren't at stake. Run away at this moment and forget about everything, forget about what would happen the next day and the day after.

“Would that make you happy, my lady?” it will, definitely, absolutely. But you don't think you can ever be safe if you did run away. The future would be terrifying, would always be filled with constant running and worry, the fear of getting caught and being brutally murdered on the spot will be an everyday thought. It wasn't the best course of action, you know it too well.

“Tell me, if we ever do run away, would we ever have a bright future?” you won't, the answer is too obvious.

“Will we have sons and daughters as we dreamt of? Have an estate even larger than your family owns?” you kept your mouth shut, heart cracking with every truth that comes out of his lips.

“Would someone like me have a perfectly normal life with someone like you?”

“But we'll always be together” he shakes his head, “A murderer doesn't deserve to be happy” the tears you've been trying to hold back since you got here broke free, cascading through your cheeks in steady streams.

“You aren't a murderer Aki!” you shouted, pointing to yourself “It was me! I was the one who kill—” Aki hurriedly covers your mouth, struggling with the chains binding his wrists.

“Don’t say that! What if someone hears you?” The fear on his face reminds you that he's on death's door all because of you, that because of what you did, you'd lose the person you love so much. That by taking your place, he was detained in the highest tower, awaiting his execution the next morning.

And yet, even at this moment, it's still you he's thinking about—it's you he's worrying—not him, not his life, only you.

“It wasn't your fault, don't say that, you could get hurt if anybody hears.” Another wave of tears slipped from your eyes, it hurts so much.

You were the one who murdered the crown prince, fed him poison all because you weren't thinking straight. All because he threatened that he'll kill Aki and your family if you didn't marry him.

But Aki still took the blame, receiving the death, hatred and pain that should've been directed to you, that should've been your future.

“I’m so sorry Aki, you weren't supposed to be here” your chest hurts from guilt, throat flaring from the truth that you'll never get to see him again because of you, because of your foolish actions.

“My lady” he reaches for you, cups your cheeks and wipes your tears with his thumb. “Don’t feel sorry, it is my choice because I wanted to protect you, I'm your knight aren't I? This is my duty” Aki smiled, although there's bitterness and fear beneath his words. None of what he said comforted you, it only made you even guiltier.

“But still—” he shushes you, taking your hands into his, pulling it closer to his lips. “I want you to live longer, find happiness like you've always wanted. I don't regret anything so please don't feel guilty.”

Aki kisses the back of your hand, your knuckles, looking straight at you as a tear falls from his eyes, his figure trembling slightly. He's a liar, pretending to be strong and nonchalant when he's just as terrified as you are. You felt his hand pull away, grabbing something from his pocket.

“Before you go, please accept this gift” you couldn't stop your tears from falling, the noise that you've been trying to repress flows through your mouth and you're sure that the prisoners downstairs could hear your sobs and whimpers now.

When his hands found yours again, he brought out a ring, slipping it on your finger, it was the ring he would always show you, one that belongs to his mother and the generations before that. “I love you forever my lady, please live for me.”

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[whats-k-popping]

80, 23, 69, sick namjoon?

Thanks always for the request! The chosen prompts went so well together, this was so fun to write! Hope you like it!! <3

Pairing: Namjin - platonic

Prompts: “Stomach makes loud gurgling noise” “Yeah, sorry, my stomach’s just going haywire.” || *swallows thickly* “No, I think I’m gonna be sick” || “Well, I’m still alive.”

Words: 1268

Warnings: Emeto || Graphic Descriptions of Illness | Inducing Vomiting (not ED related) || Sick Member

Namjoon says nothing when Seokjin throws himself onto the open couch. He doesn’t even turn to look. He’s come to expect Seokjin to wordlessly invite himself inside. Seokjin will probably take a nap, and Namjoon will just continue on with his work. Seokjin’s been finding himself in Namjoon’s studio more and more often recently. It’s become a sort of safe space. A place where he can relax and destress between his schedules. A place where he can avoid the shenanigans of the maknae line. A place where he can enjoy Namjoon’s simple company. 

It’s always so quiet in Namjoon’s studio. Unlike the other studio-holding members, the leader doesn’t blast his tracks while he works on them. No sound spills from Namjoon’s headphones. It’s truly the perfect place to nap. So Seokjin closes his eyes and starts to drift off. He’s optimistic he can get in a good two hours before his solo recording session. 

He’s teetering in the limbo between consciousness and unconsciousness when a loud gurgling noise startles him. At first he thinks it might be his own stomach requesting more food. But he feels fine, comfortably full from his light lunch. So he rolls over to face the leader. He’s clutching at the fabric of his sweatshirt, rubbing his stomach lightly. 

Namjoon can feel Seokjin staring. He swivels his chair until he’s looking at his hyung. “You didn’t hear that, did you?” He hopes the answer is no, for his own sake. His stomach’s been feeling weird since breakfast. But it’s embarrassing to admit. 

“I most certainly did.” Seokjin replies,“Are you okay?” It’s a simple question, no accusations or speculations. He doesn’t want to make a big deal out of nothing. But if it happens to be something, he will make the biggest deal. 

Namjoon’s stomach gurgles again, loud enough for Seokjin to hear. The older’s eyes divert to Namjoon’s abdomen. Namjoon covers the area with both his arms, like that will somehow make it soundproof. “Yeah, sorry,” the younger man replies, “my stomach’s just going haywire.” 

“Do you think you’re getting sick?” No hints of judgment, just brotherly concern. But if it is a bug, Seokjin doesn’t want to catch it. 

Namjoon shrugs, “Probably just some indigestion. It’ll pass.” He’s trying to be confident. He doesn’t want Seokjin to worry too much about him. 

Seokjin’s satisfied with the answer. It happens to all of them sometimes. Having to follow such strict diets often messes with their digestive system if they deviate from their meal plan. So he resumes his attempt to get some shut eye. He keeps facing Namjoon’s workbench, just in case. 

But it’s hard to sleep with Namjoon’s stomach gurgling angrily every few minutes. And between the gurlges, the leader hiccups and burps unabashedly. Seokjin thinks it’s starting to sound more like nausea than indigestion. He voices his concern again, more firmly this time. His doting hyung persona takes over. “Namjoon-ah. It’s not passing. Are you sure you’re okay?” 

Namjoon tries to answer, but his mouth fills suddenly with thick saliva. He swallows heavily. It feels like molasses sliding down his throat and leaves a metallic aftertaste on his tongue. “Actually, no. I think I’m gonna be sick.” There’s a particularly acidic burp to follow that burns in the back of his throat. 

Seokjin shoots to his feet. “Not in here you’re not.” He guides the leader out of the studio and to the nearest bathroom. All the stalls are thankfully empty. They make their way into the largest stall. 

Namjoon kneels before the toilet in anticipation. He sits with his mouth open, letting gravity pull at strings of saliva. He spits and sputters when they refuse to separate from his lips. He forces himself to gag, sucking in his bloated belly until it hurts. But nothing comes up. He moans, he feels so unwell all of a sudden. He just wants to get it over with. He’s not sure how long they’ll have the luxury of having the bathroom to themselves. 

Seokjin watches as Namjoon struggles. Nothing’s coming out but saliva and hiccupy belches. He knows Namjoon doesn’t want an audience for this. But as his oldest hyung, Seokjin feels obligated to stay with him. “Joonie, is there anything I can do to help?” He takes careful steps closer to Namjoon, squatting beside him. He feels Namjoon’s forehead. It’s cool; there’s no fever. That’s a good sign. 

“Not unless you can,” he’s cut off by a belch that ends in a dry retch, “make me puke.” 

Namjoon means it sarcastically. He doesn’t actually intend for Seokjin to be able to help. It’s a battle between him and his stomach at this point. He hopes his stomach will surrender soon. But Seokjin hesitates for only a moment, fiddling with his fingers. “Actually, if you really want me to.” 

The leader’s too desperate to turn it down. Whatever helps him get through it faster. The nausea is unbearable now. He’s on the verge of tears. He wants his insides out. ASAP. “Whatever you can do, hyung.” He trusts Seokjin. 

Seokjin kneels behind Namjoon and wraps his arms around the leader’s middle. He presses one hand on top of the other and slides them both under the hem of Namjoon’s sweatshirt. He can feel Namjoon’s stomach bubbling under his fingertips. He can imagine just how miserable Namjoon feels. “Tell me if it’s too much, okay,” Seokjin waits for Namjoon to nod before following through. He presses down hard, in and up. The contents have nowhere to go but up, their current location becoming too cramped. Once he hears the rush of liquid shooting up Namjoon’s throat, he stops squeezing. 

Once it starts, it won’t stop. Namjoon’s whole body is curled over the toilet. He’s white-knucking the rim of the bowl in terror. Every heave jolts him uncomfortably more forward. It feels like all of his organs are in his chest. He forgets how to breathe. He feels like each heave might be his last, like he could keel over and die at any second. He can’t recall ever feeling so sick, ever being so sick, in his entire life. He’d love to know what caused it, if just to avoid it in the future. But when he looks into the bowl, he just sees mixed shades of brown and yellow slurred together, no recognizable food remnants that could help explain the episode. 

Namjoon slumps back against Seokjin’s chest when it finishes, exhausted from the effort. He rubs at his stomach. It feels like he just finished an intense abdominal workout, his muscles ache. He’ll be feeling the effects for days to come. And the persistent hiccups that follow the ordeal do nothing to help his already sore tummy. But he has to admit, even with the aches and cramps, he feels a lot better than he did before vomiting. 

Seokjin starts rubbing circles against Namjoon’s bloated stomach without having to be asked. “There we go, Joonbug. It’s over. Feeling better now?” 

Namjoon huffs. “Well, I’m still al-alive, so it’s a start.” 

“Well let’s keep it that way.” Seokjin counters, rubbing the tension from Namjoon’s shoulders. “So it’s back to the dorms with you as soon as you’re ready.” 

“M’kay, hyung. Just 5 more minutes.” Namjoon sounds about the edge of sleep.

Namjoon’s able to squeeze in a 30 minute nap before Seokjin finally forces them out of the stall. Seokjin’s only a little jealous; that was supposed to be his nap. He arranges for Namjoon to be escorted back to the dorms, helping himself back to Namjoon’s studio. Someone needs to shut everything down.

A/N: As always, thanks for reading to the end! Feedback is always appreciated. And please let me know if I missed any tags or TWs. Please call me out for any errors you notice!

With drabbles, my goal is to keep them under 1500 words. But I'm pleased with how much I was able to fit into this. Please keep the request coming! <3

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[creepzkilla]

STAY STILL. .ᵃᵏⁱ ʰᵃʸᵃᵏᵃʷᵃ

(.｡*☆) --synopsis mean!aki despises you, so he decides to shut you up for once

(.｡*☆) --warning fem! reader, mean! aki, kinda dub-con? pressing a lit cigarette on someone's skin, smoke play?, pain kink, hate sex, tough sex, choking, overstim, aki gets hella pissed...

(.｡*☆) --authors note NOT PROOF READ yall need to give my CSM drabbles some more love.. man fuck gojo.. yall hyping up his drabbles too much... aki needs love too tf??? :(((( imma be honest this shit is ass

—(“𝐅𝐔𝐂𝐊, 𝐒𝐓𝐎𝐏 𝐅𝐔𝐂𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐒𝐐𝐔𝐈𝐑𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐆.” Aki sneered, flicking the ash off of his cigarette before taking a long drag. his long and coordinated thrusts became erratic, unpredictable almost. his cock dug deep into you, your gummy walls squeezing tight around him; milking him perfectly as the base of your ass slammed against his stomach.

a harsh slap came down on the meat of your ass, you hissed in pain, your grip on the kitchen counter; tightening. the room was filled with the sound of wet slapping and shrill moans that seemed to almost echo. surely your neighbors were pissed off.

aki’s cock seemed to fit you perfectly. the way his cock filled you up, rubbing up against your ribbed walls that you can’t get enough of. his tip rammed against the entrance of your cervix as your defeaning moans began to silence. your mouth hung open as pathetic whimpers came out— unable to form a full moan.

“God, you’re so fucking annoying,” aki’s cock thrusted into you deep, making you emit a hearty wail, “if I could just have you like this twenty-four- seven, then maybe, you wouldn’t be so frustrating.” his bucking hips slow down to an agonizingly slow pace as his palm strikes the skin of your ass again, forcing a yelp passed your lips. his rough hands grab a chunk of your ass to grip onto as his slow thrusts managed to hit every nerve in your bullied pussy.

“akiii…” you whine, trying to push your ass against his stomach to gain for friction, “pleasee…go faster.” your slurred words were laced with desperation as his cock slide in and out of you at a terribly slow pace.

his palms dug into the meat of your waist—bouncing you on his aching cock. aki watched as your tight walls swallowed his length, over and over again, relishing the sight. his teeth dug into his bottom lip as he attempts to hold back a string of groans.

“shut up already, slut.” aki scoffed, taking a puff of his cigarette, tapping the ash off onto your ass, and burning you in the process. you hiss from the pain, the hot ash digging into your skin.

your head turns to the side, attempting to look at Aki through your peripheral vision, "be more careful, will you? I don't need your cancer stick to fucking burn me." you sneer, staring daggers at the man behind you, who only looked at you in amusement.

"oh really?"

a grin stretched across aki's pink lips, a mischievous one. his slow strokes began picking up speed again, ramming into you at an insatiable pace. aki took another drag from his cigarette, letting the ash burn down to his fingertips before flicking the rest of the ash onto your ass.

you jerk your body as a reaction to the hot embers, making aki's member slip out of your wet hole, the cold of the winter air brushing against your exposed genitals.

you crane your head to the side again, "Aki I'm fucking serious, you do that shit again--" your voice was cut off as aki's hands wrapped around your throat, positioning his cock at your seeping hole, rubbing his angry tip against your arousal. his stomach molded into the arch of your spine, pressing up completely against you as his nails continue to dip into your nape.

"Stay still." he seethed, stuffing his cock back into your needy cunt, feeding deep and fast strokes to your aching core, "You might just get burned again."

his grip on your throat tightens, as he lights another cigarette, his second one tonight. unlike the first one, he doesn't let it burn down to his fingertips, he takes a long drag before turning your head to the side. Using his free hand--keeping his other hand on your throat-- he parts your lips, placing his lips against yours, blowing in the secondhand smoke.

you sputter into a coughing fit, "what," you say in between your heaving," the fuck aki?" he cuts you off with a deep kiss, his teeth biting into your bottom lip as he attempts to keep up with sloppy thrusts leaving you a moaning mess, the knot in your stomach tightening.

the taste of smoke is fresh as he explores your mouth, and your tongues completely developed with each other. this wasn't a meaningful kiss filled with love but a kiss filled with hatred and possessiveness. aki pulls back, sweat sticking to his forehead: breathless. a hateful yet fulfilling kiss.

"Youre. Mine." he groans, ramming into your insides as he takes another hit, letting the ass burn down to the tip of his fingers again, pushing the hot red embers into your skin. you screech, outstretching your fingers as a dark burn mark forms on the backside of your ass.

he presses the cigarette into the meat of your ass again, singeing the skin beneath it. your scream is a mixture of pleasure and pain, your tight hole clamping around him. the pain, just felt so good. the only thing you could do was moan at the burned embers as they dug into your skin.

"fuck," you whimper, barely able to get any words out from his tight grip on your neck, "you." you spat as your eyes rolled into the back of your head. you could barely muster any type of reaction; you were practically speechless.

aki laughed, "I am." his hips, rolled against your tight cunt. his pace slowing down to long and deep strokes that sent you over the edge.

you hate the way your body reacts to him, you hate the way that you'll be on your knees any time he asks. you especially hate the way that he always makes you cream on his cock, without fail.

your pussy gushed around his cock, your arousal dripping down your legs, leaving a thick ring of cream behind on his cock. a barrage of whimpers and screams leave your mouth as your body shakes from your intense orgasm, your grip on the kitchen counter deteriorating completely. your knees buckle from exhaustion as aki picks up your numb legs, flipping so you're now finally facing him.

aki's normal up kept black hair was disheveled, wet with sweat and other bodily fluids from a few minutes before all this. the rising winter sun peaked from through the blinds behind him, illuminating his figure,

fuck, you hate how good he always looks.

aki places you on the counter, his cock still embedded in your womb. his rough hands move to your thighs in an attempt to keep you from falling over. without warning, he rocks his hips into you, kissing the far corner of your cervix.

you whimper from the overstimulation as your eyes focus on his thick cock sliding in and out of you with ease. you couldn't help but throw your head back from the pleasure being too much for you.

aki's heavy breathes grew ragged and short as his cock continued to position in and out of your sloppy cunt. his cock twitched inside of your gummy walls before painting your inside white with his cum. you about came again yourself as his cum filled you up to the brim.

he shudders, pulling out his now limp cock as his cum seeped out of your red hole. you lay there, breathless, as your chest rises and falls rapidly, desperate to catch your breath. you are completely and utterly, fucked out. so you lay there on the counter, watching the man in front of you with hatred.

aki pulls up his clad black boxers from his knees, zipping up his dark blue jeans. he turns to you, his chest heaving from exhaustion, his baby blue eyes starting daggers at you—but for one moment, you see a hint of adoration in them.

“so…how do you feel about shower sex?”

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[alatusprinz]

Scaramouche/Wanderer x Fem!Reader

warnings: reader wears a dress, and well, he rips that dress. swearing.

genre: jealousy / word count : 983.

scenario: Scara won't let you off the hook so easily when he sees you preparing to go on "a date".

You don’t remember him looking this livid before, at least never to you. His firm grip on your wrist made you wince in pain, even when you tugged on his hand to let go, it merely encouraged him to squeeze tighter. As if telling, demanding you to stand still, he warningly tightened his hold. 

“What is your problem? Let go” You muttered irritatedly, attempting to drag your hand away once again. Wanderer’s violet eyes narrowed, his anger threatening to burst if he didn’t make sure you were joking when you said “you were going on a date”.

“A date? A fucking date, you said?” He mumbled under his breath. Before you could respond, he forcefully yanked his hold on your hand inwards, making your body crash into him. With a slight struggle to hold your balance, you returned your sharp gaze to him. 

“Tell me you’re joking.” He demanded, his voice dropping venomously, yet he knew from your attire, your dolled up look that you unfortunately weren’t. 

“Let me go, I’m running late because of you.” His fury deepened when you refused to tell him what he wanted to hear. 

“You think I will let you go on a date in that skimpy piece of fabric any weak mortal could tear off in less than a minute?” As if emphasising his words, he let go of your wrist and instead directed his hands to the back of your dress, gripping the sides of the zipper. Your eyes widened when you realised his hand positioning- he was going to rip it.

“No-, what the-” Your words went unheard as he tore the top part of the dress in one effortless pull, the thin fabric tearing with no more than a lift of his finger. You yelped from his aggressiveness and thrashed in his unyielding grip, giving up on escaping his embrace but at least to stop him from completely peeling the only means of covering your body off of you. Though deep inside, you would be lying if his desperation and possessiveness didn’t send a wave of arousal in between your legs. 

His sharp eyes shamelessly travelled over your half exposed upper body, greedily drinking up the alluring sight despite your figure pressed firmly to him. This is it, yes. This is how you looked the prettiest, in his arms. Not getting all dolled up to meet another wimpy lowlife who could never dare hope to compare to how well he could treat you. In fact, give him the word and he would bring the entire world at your feet, burn down nations, cast down Celestia to the inferno of hell if that was what you wished. 

Could he fucking compare? That’s what he thought- nobody could. Nobody could ever treat you as well as he could, and he would let you know that. 

“Have I not made it clear? Do you not see how you have me wrapped around your finger?” He pulled you in closer almost like he intended on suffocating you with his embrace, and finally dropped the malicious edge of his voice. Just before you could respond, your heart skipped a beat as his hold slightly loosened, his embrace turning surprisingly gentle and almost affectionate- a sharp contrast to his earlier words and behaviour. 

“...What?” You managed to reply, your voice barely higher than a whisper from the sudden shift in his actions. 

“I would move mountains, tear my own body limb by limb if need be. I would stop at nothing for you. To have you by my side, to see your stupid smile that makes me feel like my thousand years of suffering had a purpose.” 

“I want you, (name). I want everything about you, I want you by my side.” Stay with me, please- he longed to plead, beg at your feet if that’s what you wanted. 

Before he could do anything to add on, you found your arms hesitantly snaking around his slender waist. You couldn’t find the words to say, nothing came to your mind except the need to hold him close, to feel the sincerity of his devotion you never knew he held for you. 

He swore he tries to be patient with you. In fact, he wasn’t even sure if he was worthy of pursuing your affection, didn’t you deserve to be with someone who was worthy? Someone genuine, someone who hasn't massacred innocents in pursuit of his own selfish greed? And yet all of such apprehension burned away with the rage he felt when his only joy was threatened to belong to someone else, he couldn't bear to see you besides someone else.

“...Say something… anything” His voice weakly shivered, alarmed by your silence in spite of your positive implications of stopping to escape his embrace. Your arms held him so gently, he had never felt such softness, such warmth before. He had been betrayed, tortured, tormented and faced fate worse than death too many times to count- he would have died hundreds if not thousands of times over from the pain he went through in his porcelain body. Heck, Wanderer was sure kindness didn’t even exist before he met you. And your tender embrace was proof that life could for once be good to him, that this cruel world held a place where he could find home in. Never in his never-ending nightmare of a life did he even dare dream of finding someone like you. That’s exactly why held onto you so tight, he would rather perish, disappear this very instant than go back to life without you again. The hollow, the cold and grey world he knew- it all faded when you brought colour to his life. As long as the sun shines, as long as the water runs in the river and as long as the winds blow- he would dedicate his all to you. Fuck, he wouldn’t stop even if all of those ceased to exist, that’s how fierce and unyielding his love was. 

He just hoped you wanted him as much as he wanted you. 

Your heart thumped almost uncomfortably fast in your chest, then leaned closer to him, resting your head on his shoulder. 

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[celabi]

! Chapter 79 manga spoilers and nsfw ahead !

art by @/Naz2251 on Twitter

HE’S SO WHIPPED !!

Thinking about, GUN DEVIL AKI being so pussy drunk for you :( he’s slobbering all over your cunt, shoving his tongue so deep inside you while he holds your legs apart and when they threaten to close from being overstimulated, he harshly bites down on your clit and hums into your folds— groaning that if you do it again, you won’t like the outcome. All while he’s rutting his hips against the end of the mattress like a bunny in heat, just trying and pleasure himself at the same time. His fingers are digging into your thighs so hard that they’ll definitely leave marks behind, clawing at your flesh and holding you down like your going to run away. (You’re trying to)

His tongue moves much more aggressively then it did before he was contracted with the gun devil, he doesn’t care about the way you cry and mewl about how much it hurts from being jaded, instead it makes him go harder and faster. He’s much more different then devil hunter Aki who would hold you so softly, caressing your love bite ridden thighs and maintaining eye contact while he lovingly lapped up your juices. It went from him saying “Always taste so good, sweetheart.” And “Pussy all wet and sloppy, just for me?” To “Shut the hell up and take it.” And “If you keep trying to crawl away, I’ll give you something to be scared about.”

—

Aki stares down at your shivering body with no expression, no words being spoken and he’s completely still— making it impossible to tell what he’s thinking about as his black hair and gun covers the top half of his face. Your wrists are bound together behind your head with his suit tie, the fabric is so tight that it digs into your skin and leaves a harsh red rash. Your clothes carelessly discarded on the floor, deeming you completely naked, cold and vulnerable under him.

Finally, after what seems like an eternity, his hand moves from your leg and— at an agonisingly slow pace, crawls up your thigh and towards your chest, gliding his long and slender fingers over every bump, bruise, love bite and hickey that he adorned on your body just minuets prior. “You look pretty like this…” he mutters, using his pointer and index finger to press down into a radiant red and purple contuse that had started to form right under your neck— drawing out a sharp hiss from you.

“Aww, does that hurt?” Though his words are cocky and teasing— his voice is void of any emotion as he stares down at you, the bulge of his cock in his pants just keeps getting harder and harder as he watches you squirm in discomfort, your pussy on full display for him and him alone, twitching every now and then as the air breezes past.

“M’ gonna keep you up all night and stuff you full with my cock until you’re crying and begging for me to stop.”

I don’t know how to end this🥴 in conclusion Gun devil aki is a massive slut and I wanna fuck.

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[tootiecakes234]

I am a sucker for guys that can’t verbalize how they feel about you. Guys that would actually serve you the world on a platter if you asked for it, but can’t even meet your eyes when they are trying to pay you a compliment. Same guys who are more comfortable throwing little insults your way, even tho in their head you are the most perfect thing to walk the face of the earth.

These are the same guys that everyone thinks are rude and standoffish, but behind closed doors are actually just needy babies that want your attention only. From the outside people are probably confused why you’re even together because he seems to be uninterested, but little do they know.

They dont pay attention to the way he looks at you, or the way he can almost read your mind through your facial expressions. They can’t see the way he memorizes every detail about you. Outsiders will never know that almost any free time he has is spent by your side.

He loves you more than anything else ever. He doesn’t have to show the world that….. only you. And he definitely does every single day

Katsuki Bakugo, Kei Tsukishima, Megumi Fushiguro, Aki Hayakawa, Loid Forger, Shota Aizawa, Wakatoshi Ushijima…any of your faves💕💕

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