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dejwrites · 2 years

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⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀─── ⠀ ⠀⠀ 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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meganechan05 · 6 months

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How to Summon Rita Kaniska: Himeno Edition

(Almost all JP are "Moffun no Uta" lyrics. Otherwise it's "Rittan" or Jeramie's "Nice~")

Transcript:

Panel 1:

Gira: Himeno. Rita-san never answers texts when it's not related to work. How do you get them to come to Ishabana?

Himeno: Oh that's easy!

Panel 2:

Himeno: Observe♡

Panel 3:

Music: Moffun mofu~ mofumofu~ moffuffu mofumofu~

Himeno: RITTAN!!!

Jeramie: Nice~

Panel 4:

Music: His body is fluffy~

*a whistle is heard in the distance*

Panel 5:

Music: His words are prickly~

Rita: *crashes into the pavement*

Panel 6:

Rita: PRICKLY! PRICKLY! PRICKLY! PRICKLY!

Panel 7:

Rita: You called, Himeno? 😊

Himeno: Yeah♡ ☺️ Let's have tea♡

Rita: Okay. (Hi, Gira. Jeramie.)

Gira: *in shock* Oh my Shugods...

#Himeno just knows how to summon them somehow #Rita doesn't mind too much as long as she doesn't do it too often #Rita remained unfazed from falling 6+ stories bc Gokkan is Unwavering #kingohger #king ohger #ohsama sentai kingohger #rita kaniska #rita kanisuka #himeno ran #hymeno ran #himerita #gira husty #gira hastie #jeramie brasieri #jeremy brasieri #kingoh doodles #comic doodle #super sentai

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hana-no-seiiki · 1 year

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SWEET LIKE A DEVIL ♡

ENTRY FOR @angelltheninth ‘s COLLAB EVENT: ANGELL’S THREEWAY

PAIRING: MAKIMA x SWITCH! MALE! READER x (AGED UP) DENJI

WARNINGS: Smut, Threesome, Porn with some plot, unprotected sex, virgin Denji, wish fulfillment (in terms of how attractive you are), Denji is jealous of [Y/N]. Denji has a one-sided love-hate relationship with [Y/N]. Some angst sprinkled in there. Denji has some internalized acephobia.

STATUS: UNEDITED

MINORS DNI - By pressing the Keep Reading button you are confirming that you’re 18 and above + consent to seeing dark / sexual content.

Denji had always envied you since he began working as a Devil Hunter. You were the apple of Makima’s eyes, her pride and joy, her favorite pet. But, unlike Denji you also had the respect of your peers.

He didn’t get it. He was basically the coolest dude there is. He could turn into a chainsaw! All you had was a bunch of contracts, namely one with the “sex devil” or whatever that was.

He doesn’t understand how people could be afraid from making a little love, but apparently the fear was so rampant that just the devil itself provided enough firepower for you to survive day to day life as a hunter.

But the biggest part of your contract with the hanky panky devil was the way it made you so goddamn gorgeous. You were irresistible to the common man. Practically a walking aphrodisiac. Every movement you made was sensual, every part of your body made missions with you unbearable, you were more effective at getting Denji off than the porno mags in his stash.

Many would kill to have that sort of ‘downside’ to their contract, but it was clear you definitely weren’t part of that majority. You were often cold, aloof. Never found socializing or joining company outings. If it weren’t for Himeno recounting tales of you getting bitches and whatnot Denji could at least find comfort in your shared status as virgins. But even that wasn’t the case. It seemed that the devil found joy in putting you through such situations in exchange of its power.

But besides your totally weird aversion of being banged, you were everything he aspired to be. Everything he longed to become.

“Denji.” His lady called out to him, snapping him from his trance.

Denji quickly replied, his fear of earning Makima’s disappointment gave him quick reflexes when it came to her commands, “Y-yes, miss Makima!”

“You’re staring.”

“. . . ahaha . . . “

“I wouldn’t blame you. Mr. [L/N] is well known amongst the staff in the HQ.” Makima looked forward and unto your form. You were cleaning the area around her office, giving her a wonderful view of you with an apron. She had long since wondered what you’d be as a house-husband, a male-wife one might say. Perhaps once she cleansed the world of its evils she might propose. And if you refused? Well, she’d rather not think of that. But she has her ways to keep you bound to her for eternity.

“Does . . . Miss Makima like Mr. [L/N]?”

Makima tilted her head, her facial expressions as controlled and neutral as always. “Do I ?”

Denji pouted at her non-denial, to which she giggled at before turning back to you. “[L/N], come here.”

“Lady Makima?” You looked up. Concentration at the floor’s cleanliness ripped to pieces by a single command.

“Sit.” Now sitting on her office desk, she gestured to her lap. You don’t even flinch, hesitate or speak another word before following through with her order, only taking some time to take off your apron. “Good boy.”

She unbuttoned and unzipped your pants. Her facial expressions yet again, neutral. As if she wasn’t undressing the “cold beauty” of the Devil Hunter’s HQ, as if it were just a regular occurrence that had no need to be reacted to.

“M-miss Makima?!” Denji gawked.

You were completely stoic as well. A little red on the cheeks, but rather from embarrassment it seemed to come from your close contact to your higher-up instead.

As soon as your cock sprang free, Denji immediately started to compare yours to his. Either way, he still felt inferior from how pretty it looked, especially between Makima’s fingers. “[L/N]. Denji here wants to know if I like you. Can you answer him for me?”

“This one is . . . Ah . . unworthy to receive — mmm— such positive feelings from Lady Makima “ Denji couldn’t handle just being around you for too long or he’d get irrationally horny. Seeing her getting you off practically felt like he was the one in your place.

“See, Denji? [L/N] here knows his place. And for that he gets rewarded.” Makima neared your ears, her soft voice whispering into it causing your entire body to shiver in euphoria. “Cum for me, [Y/N].”

And you ejaculate. Spurts of your cum covered your upper uniform. Satisfied, the red haired lady looks to the blond degenerate, beckoning, “Lick.”

No further words needed to be said.

While Denji busied himself with licking your cock clean, Makima inserts a finger inside your anus. She wasn’t thinking of what you were thinking was she—

“Strip.” Oh no she was.

Denji began fumbling around with his belt and pants. Excitement clear on his face, made even more clear by his erection as it was freed from the confines of his boxers. The young man, who was obviously a virgin at this point, almost came from watching Makima get you off alone.

There was not enough preparation, Makima knew that. It would be quite an uncomfortable experience for the two of you, Makima expected that. But did she do anything to stop the horny kid from thrusting his dick into you? Not at all.

You gasped in pain. Denji was way too eager. He’d already bottom out after a few seconds of being naked.

“Denji, make in sure you breed his little hole well, hm?”

“Of course, miss Makima! You can count on me!”

“W-wait—!”

Seeing your pained expression stimulated Denji greatly, almost more than losing his virginity to your tight little ass. He was the one causing you to feel this way. When devils were nothing more than a minor inconvenience to your daily life, Denji was the one who’s able to bring you enough pain and pleasure that your usual resting bitch face finally molded into something else.

“S-see? Mr. [L/N] ! You’re the one taking my cock - hah - you’re the one under me. Why don’t you -ugh - beg for me - ah - to fuck you!” Denji’s sharp teeth glistened as he grinned maniacally.

You looked to Makima for approval. Lord knows what would happen if you took Denji’s commands without her permission. After she acknowledged you with a nod, you complied to his wishes. “Please! Ah! Harder!”

The blond replied by fulfilling your wishes, abusing your hole with his inexperienced, harsh jackhammering. Tears left your eyes, causing him to cum. His eyes rolled back as his cock injected semen into you. He doesn’t stop thrusting however until he was emptied. His face buried on your chest.

As soon as his high died down, he raised head to look at Makima. Only to be faced with a disappointed look.

“Mm. You didn’t even make [L/N] ejaculate. How disappointing. It seems that I have to deal with the problem in the end.”

And she took off her pants and underwear, leaving only the upper half of her body covered.

“M-m-miss Makima?!”

“Makima— hah” You moaned, dropping honorifics entirely. Denji expected Makima to react negatively to your words, but instead sees her face twist in pleasure.

You two were joined in an instant. Your movements were as natural as breathing. You had done this before. Of course, even Makima wasn’t immune to your charms. Denji felt his heart shatter into a million pieces as he watched the love of his life crying under you in pleasure, post nut clarity finally allowing him to feel disgust and shame.

But that only lasted a little while before he got hard yet again. His hands already moved to masturbate while he watched you take his crush, thrusting into her without a care in the world.

“To answer your question, Denji. I do not like [L/N].” Despite being stuffed to the brim by your cock, Makima’s articulation was as steady as ever. The only indication of her pleasure was her flushed cheeks and tight hold over your shoulders and back. No doubt marking you for some time to come.

“I love him.”

Denji could only watch as you two made out and continued to have sex. Slowly forgetting about his existence at all.

#csm #csm x reader #chainsawman #yandere csm #yandere makima #makima x reader #denji x reader #csm smut #smut #x reader smut #csm x you #lemon #x reader lemon #angellsthreeway

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oxtori · 1 year

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little himeno drabble <3 i love her sm

PAIRING :: himeno x fem!reader

CONTAINS :: alcohol consumption (its himeno, are we surprised?), established relationship, fluff

You came home to find Himeno sleeping on the table with multiple cans of beers everywhere. You let out a small sigh as you cleaned up the table a bit while making sure you didn't wake up your girlfriend.

After cleaning a bit, you carefully lifted up Himeno and carried her to your shared bedroom. Just as you were about to leave her to sleep and clean up the mess—Himeno tugs on your arm.

"Mmmhh... [name]... Can you stay?" Himeno says lazily as she looks at you with her puppy eyes. "Ah- but I need to clean up th-", "Please?"

You gave in to her not long after. Having her sleep on top of you as she burries her face to your chest.

#─ himeno ♡#┌ sfw work !#┌ drabble #ღ ox writes ♡ ´ˎ˗#↳ chainsaw man #himeno x reader #himeno x you #himeno x y/n #himeno #chainsaw man #chainsaw man x reader #chainsaw man x y/n

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xxsabitoxx · 1 year

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<Aki Hayakawa x Fem! Reader Drabble> (part 2?)

Warnings: explicit language, mentions of blood, tension

A/N: wasn’t sure if I wanted to continue this so I figured I’d post this and see if anyone wants more :)

Word Count: 1.1k

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“You’re a fucking moron.”

You blinked, wiping the blood dripping down from the cut in your brow. Your face was bruised and splattered with blood — only some was your own. “I’m a fucking moron? Do you even hear yourself? We would have died if it wasn’t for me saving your ass.”

Aki wasn’t as bad off as you were, some blood had splattered along his skin and suit but unlike you none of it was his own. Actually some of it was likely yours. “Save me? You didn’t save me. I could have handled it just fucking fine. If anything you nearly died because you couldn’t hold on for a minute.”

His voice was much calmer than your own, blue eyes as cold as ice as he glared at you. All you could do was roll your eyes, slightly annoyed that he couldn’t be bothered to see things how they were. Hell, you’d likely have a scar on your face because of this and he couldn’t even pause to ask if you needed a handkerchief.

“Yeah, whatever Hayakawa. Some fucking partner you are, I don’t know how Himeno deals with you.” You turned to leave the alleyway, not quite willing to continue the argument that you were destined to lose for a multitude of reasons. There was never any winning against him anyways.

“Watch your mouth.” It was sharp, just as sharp as his nails digging into your forearm to keep you in place. “What the fuck is your deal?” You whirled, not even hearing him close the distance in the first place. He just stared at you, jaw clenched tightly. “I was worried for your fucking welbeing. I spilled my blood for you and you can’t even offer me a fucking handkerchief to clean my face.”

His grip tightened, face morphing into annoyance. “Don’t go treating yourself like a martyr for my sake. It’s a good way to get yourself killed.” His grip was unwavering, surely at this point you’d find five indents along your forearm from where his nails dug in with no mercy. You scoffed, not bothering to try and yank your arm from his grasp.

“Don’t start acting like you care all of a sudden.” He was silent again and you couldn’t quite figure why he wouldn't let you go. “So…” you started, lips curling into a scowl “Are we just going to stand here all day and stare at each other? Because honestly I’d have a better time watching paint dry.” You reached up to wipe your eye again, the bleeding from your cut was refusing to slow.

Even after bitching at him, he still couldn’t offer you a godforsaken handkerchief when you knew he had at least two in his pocket. What he did next could only be equated to you imagining things from blood loss, at least that’s what you told yourself as he pulled you towards him and used his free hand to cup your bloodied cheek. “I’m not acting like I care, I really do.”

Your brow quirked before immediately falling back into place, you had so quickly forgotten that you’d injured it until a spark of pain shot through you. “Wha-“ he cut you off, lips meeting yours in the gentlest kiss you’d ever experienced. And one you couldn’t even reciprocate from shock. He pulled away a moment later, gauging your reaction since you had remained frozen.

“D-did you hit your fucking head?” Was all you could muster, but there was genuinely no malice in your tone. Your eye has shut again as blood continues to slip through the cut at a rapid rate. Finally, Aki yanked a handkerchief out of his pocket with a click of his tongue. “This fucking cut…” was all he could mutter as he quickly wiped your face and then applied pressure to the wound.

You were still frozen in shock, especially since he was opting to suddenly ignore his bizarre action. Your mouth opened and closed a few times as you stared up at him. The close proximity wasn’t exactly unwelcome in your eyes, hell you had been quietly hoping someone would baby you over the wound on your face. You just didn’t expect it to be Aki. “You’re still a fucking moron, you know.”

“Well, way to ruin the moment, asshole, here I was thinking you’d slapped your head on some concrete and knocked some kindness into yourself.” You moved to grab the handkerchief but Aki was forever quicker than you. “Jesus Christ, could you let me finish before you put your two cents in?” His nose was scrunched as he lifted the cloth, seeing if the pressure had helped at all.

“That was a full statement dumbass, I didn’t cut you off.” Aki ignored you, pressing the hanky back to your brow. “You may need stitches. You’re a fucking moron for marring your pretty face in attempt at saving me. Especially when I didn’t need saving.” This time, he looked at you when he spoke. “Think of the kiss as an apology for the trouble.” He seemed satisfied with that.

You however… “No fucking way! If you want to apologise for the trouble.” You made air quotes as you spoke, glaring up at him. “I expect more than a fucking kiss, Hayakawa.” You wanted a thank you, or even to be asked if you were alright. Hell maybe even a trip to a cafe for a sweet for being brave. Maybe Makima was right about you being easy to please…

“What? You want me to fuck you or something?” This time you couldn’t help your eyebrows from shooting upward, eyes wide and mouth slightly agape. “Not…what I was thinking. But I mean… if you’re offering.” You slapped a hand over your mouth a moment later, not quite sure how that slipped past your lips. Now, you both sat in silence. You had no intention of breaking it, either.

After what felt like an eternity… “Fine. But it has to be at your place, only after we get this stitched because it’s not slowing.” It wasn’t a question, nor did it leave you room to interject. So, you nodded, reaching up to apply the pressure yourself so you could get out of this alleyway and to the hospital. As quickly as his facade broke, it returned. The perfect picture of formality and professionalism.

As if he didn’t call you a moron at least three times and then have the audacity to kiss you. You couldn’t even blame him for the other predicament because you did unintentionally insinuate that you wanted more than a kiss. Though, the warm pit in your stomach didn’t exactly have you complaining about your miscommunication.

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Please let me know if you’d like a part 2 with actual smut <3

#chainsaw man #chainsaw man drabble #chainsaw man smut #chainsaw man fanfiction #aki hayakawa x y/n #aki hayakawa x female reader #aki smut #aki hayakawa #aki hayakawa x you #hayakawa aki #hayakawa smut #aki drabble #csm aki #csm smut #csm fanfic #xxsabitoxx’s work!

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mofffun · 2 months

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Yuzuki said in today's live they left messages around the exhibition so I went back to look:

The Oricon video shows Yuzuki and Kaku-san's message:

モルちゃんかわち♡ (Moru-chan, kawaii, ep25 ritamoru kabedon)

潜入捜査です。これは仕事です。でも楽しかったです。 (It's an undercover. This is work. But it was fun. ep38, idol rita)

りったんどうしちゃった (Rittan, what happened? ep5, Rita with Moffun)

Fourth one says "Moffun hood" something and bottom one illegible.

text on wall: トウフの民は　チキュー１ (Toufu's people are Chikyu's No.1) もう！！(Enough!!, ep28 Himeno in Kaguragi) 熱かった～ (It was so hot~, ep45 Kaguragi burnt himself) 王殿 (Ou-tono/Lord, ep49 roll call)

Then Masashi:

狭間 (in-betweens) 行間 (subtext) 狭間 (?) (in-betweens) ギラ Gira

Masashi, where did Gira come from??? (also did you draw a heart in the Gerojim picture.)

#royal treasures #ikeda masashi is a magical being #kingohger cast #mon mon

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seravphs · 1 year

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ੈ♡˳·˖✶ — HAYAKAWA AKI x FEM READER

Better your hands than any other.

wc — 500

tags — Aki “Doomed By The Narrative” Hayakawa, weird vibes concerning reader and the devil she’s contracted to, metaphorical cannibalism (it’s not serious/gorey but just in case)

Aki’s not pleased when you pluck the cigarette out of his mouth, but he doesn’t do much about it. That’s his problem, you think ruefully. He’s too passive.

As for you, you’re too aggressive. When you first got partnered together, Himeno had laughed herself sick.

“She’ll devour you,” she snickered. “Have fun with this one, Aki.”

If she wasn’t his senior, he might’ve told her to fuck off. As it was, he was diligently polite in a way that stood out among the ranks of Public Safety.

He should’ve listened to her warning, as teasing as it was.

The warmth of his lips still linger against the pad of your fingers even after you’ve withdrawn your hand and stamped out his smoke. It tingles gently, like you’re clutching a star.

You’re not a romantic.

If one somehow made it to public safety, they’d probably be killed instantly.

No, you’re not a romantic. You’re something worse, something hungrier. Part of you wants to devour Aki down to bones. It’s kept carefully locked away in the same place where you keep your thoughts about devils and the shit show state of the world.

While you’re busy ruminating at the window, Aki’s made his way back to his desk. The squeak of the floor as he pushes his chair back draws your attention.

“I’m heading out,” Aki says as he neatly stacks his paperwork and weights it down with a paperweight. He finished fast, per usual.

“Have fun,” you tell him.

He pauses by the door. “You aren’t coming?”

When he says things like that, it gives you the wrong idea.

“Haven’t you spent enough time with me?” You tease. “Don’t want your little chainsaw brother getting jealous now, do we?”

He comes back inside, his hand outstretched like he’ll grab you by the collar before he pulls it back. Aki’s a gentleman in the strangest way. He has a code about not treating girls roughly. Sometimes you wish he would, if it would mean you get to savor the heat of his skin against yours.

“I’m making sure you eat,” he says. “It was a hard mission.”

It was, but not for the reasons he thinks. Watching Aki has made you realize he’s marked for death. It’s in the way he carries himself, in every movement. He probably hasn’t even realized it himself, but he’s looking for it. Aki’s going to die young, and there’s nothing you can do about it.

But if he has to go, you at least wish it would be by you. You’d rather be the one to eat him up than the world, because you’d be kind if not gentle about it. There’s a certain love to it, isn’t there? Just like Aki wants to share a meal with you, if you devour him, you’ll share all of him.

That’s why you want to be there, in the end. The demon you’re contracted to whispers in your mind, but you’re long since used to tuning him out.

By the time Aki reaches the door again, you’re right by his side, the same place where you’ll be when he inevitably falls.

#sera writes #hayakawa aki x reader #aki x reader #chainsaw man x reader #csm x reader

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mncxbe · 4 months

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𝐖𝐢𝐧𝐞 𝐏𝐨𝐧 𝐘𝐨𝐮 ˚ ͏｡♡ ꒰❤︎꒱ 𝜗𝜚

𝑨𝒌𝒊 𝑯𝒂𝒚𝒂𝒌𝒂𝒘𝒂 𝒙 𝒇𝒆𝒎!𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒆𝒓

ღೀ๋࣭ ⭑𝒄𝒘: alcohol consumption, drunk/accidental confession, friends to lovers, a bit of silly at the end

You and Aki have been friends for a long while, ever since you were kids and the world seemed to be a better place. Both your families were killed by the Gun devil so naturally, when he asked you to come with him to Tokyo to become a devil hunter you agreed in a heartbeat. After joining the PSDH you started spending less and less time together– while you underwent training with Kishibe, Aki was taken under Himeno's wing, but the time spent apart didn't affect your friendship. If anything, it made you realize that your feelings for him were more of a... romantic nature. That's why finding out about his crush on Makima threw you off so much.

"Makima, really?" you scoffed, placing your cup of shochu on the little wooden table between you with a rough movement, causing some of the liquid to spill. "You're joking right?"

The man shook his head, his gaze fixed on his glass "I'm not joking. Why is it so hard to believe?"

"'Cuz she's mean and super manipulative and honestly, there's something off about her" you pouted, trying to mask your seething jealousy.

"And what's it to you?" asked Aki, finally lifting his gaze to meet yours– his eyes were glistening and droopy from the alcohol, musing on your features "Why does it matter who I like? It's not like your crushes up 'till now were any better"

Ouch. That stung, but he was right. Your taste in men was more than questionable."Is there anything you actually like about her, or do you just appreciate the attention?" you taunted.

Aki sighed, lowering his head. His dark hair spilled around his face, obstructing his features "I don't know, really. I guess there's just something about her..."

The silence was heavy, an unusual tension settling between you. Taking another sip from your cup, you looked around his apartment: it was organized and neat, shiny floors and countertops, cream coloured walls– just like his home back in Hokkaido. The clock on the wall struck 11:15. Denji and Power would be back soon and you'd have to bid adieu, going back to your shitty apartment instead of spending the night here with Aki like you wanted. God, he was so oblivious... never picking up on your hints. It was stupid, but you couldn't bring yourself to be mad at him, not when he was so pretty and vulnerable around you.

Scooting closer to him, you gently grabbed his chin, making him face you. Aki arched a brow, giving you a quizzical look "You know..." you began, tracing your thumb over his lower lip "there are other girls who'd be happy to date you. And you go around chasing Makima. It's a shame, really"

Aki's eyes fluttered shut for a moment as he hummed softly "Yea? Like who?" Before you knew it, the words spilled from your lips"Like me".

The man remained silent for a brief moment, allowing you some time to fully process what you'd said and— "Shit" you babbled out, shimmying away from him "I didn't mean it like that I was just-"

Just then, a heartfelt chuckle left Aki's throat and he sighed, leaning back against the cupboard behind him. "I didn't think you were the type to make drunk confessions. Think Kishibe's rubbing off on you."

"Oh shut up" you mumbled, hiding your flushed face behind your hand. Embarrassing– it was utterly embarrassing. Although you liked Aki, you weren't planning to confess yet, especially not like this. The nagging feeling of shame knotting in your stomach quickly melted away when Aki grabbed your arm, pulling you onto his lap. Your legs came to rest on either side of his narrow hips, plush thighs pressed against his abdomen as he slowly slid his hands along their expanse. "Eh... Aki?" you asked but the man only closed his eyes and tossed his head back "Who says I don't like you too, hm?"

Now that was something you didn't expect to hear. Carefully, you leaned towards him. You were painfully aware of the closeness between you– the way his ribcage expanded with each slow breath he took, the slight furrow of his brows and quirk of his mouth. His alcohol tinged breath fanned against your lips and you hummed softly. "Do you now? I thought I wasn't your type"

"Why'd you think that?" he retorted, his voice silken and slightly slurred as he traced his fingertips over the small of your back "You know after my parents passed you were all I had. You still are. I care for you."

care. not love.

Still, you couldn't drop it now. You were making good progress but the feeling of uncertainty was killing you. Pressing yourself further against him, you tugged at the collar of his shirt "But do you care for me as much as you care for Makima?" you asked in a tiny voice and he sighed, shaking his head. "Nah, i care way more"

"How much?" you pressed and the man could clearly make out the slight edge of your voice. Aki finally opened his eyes and looked up at you– God, you were so close, your face so so pretty in the dim, cosy lights in his apartment; pleading him to give you the answer you wanted—no, needed to hear. He blamed the alcohol for the sudden urge to kiss you but he knew better than to cave in just yet. Instead, he combed his fingers through your hair and placed a chaste kiss on your forehead "Too fucking much" he blurted out, his hand other squeezing your hip.

"So the whole thing with Makima..."

Aki shrugged, a playful, warm smile tugging at the corners of his lips "I was just playing around. It's nothing. I don't have a chance with her anyway." He loved the way you suddenly relaxed in his embrace upon hearing those words. With that, your teasing attitude was back. Shifting in his lap, you brought your face closer to his.

"So you just wanted to make me jealous. You did it on purpose. Looks like Himeno's rubbing off on you too"

"Guess so..." he sighed, tracing his fingers over your jaw before hesitantly pressing his lips against yours. You melted like butter in his arms, deepening the kiss as you placed your forearm on the cabinet behind him for support. It felt delirious, your brain liquid from the alcohol and the sudden surge of emotions, a content moan spilling from your lips. Your needy sounds only fuelled Aki's own arousal, his hands sliding down to your ass as he pulled you closer to him. You were both so lost into the moment you didn't even hear the front door slamming shut.

"Ugh get a room you two" sounded a voice behind and you quickly looked over your shoulder to face a mortified Power– her face was scrunched up in a scowl"Filthy, you two are filthy" she added, gesturing at the empty bottles and cups of alcohol messily discarded on the table before looking at Denji, searching for some sort of approval. The blonde simply brushed past her, giving Aki a tired nod "Ya finally getting some, Hayakawa? Good for you" he commented before making his way towards his bedroom.

The look of utter embarrassment on Aki's face was too precious– his cheeks flush as he mumbled a low fuck off to his roommates. You could only laugh, slumping against Aki, your cheek mushed up against the crook of his neck. It felt as if a heavy load was lifted off your chest and you were floating. You could definitely get used to this.

After Power went to her room with an armful of snacks the two of you remained quiet. Your limbs started to feel heavy and sleep creeped up on you. Eventually, Aki spoke in a hushed voice."It's a bit late. Wanna stay the night or..."

"Yea, i'd love to stay" you smiled against his neck, content with how the evening turned out. Neither of you made any effort to get off the floor just yet and maybe... sleeping there wasn't that bad of an idea. After all, as long as you were together, nothing else seemed to matter.

#𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐝༘ ೀ⋆｡˚#chainsaw man #chainsaw man x reader #chainsaw man aki #csm aki #aki x reader #aki hayakawa #aki fluff #csm fluff #csm x reader #csm #‧₊˚🖇️✩ ₊˚

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