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gojou-violin · 2 years

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this is enough

| pairing: aki hayakawa x fem bodied!reader

| warnings: 18+ MDNI, chainsaw man manga spoilers, sad(?) sex, vaginal penetration, unprotected sex, (breeding kink if you know aki and if you squint really hard), bad smut writing from me.

| wc: 3.3k

| a/n: when can i be happy after reading csm?

| taglist: @sintiva (just this once cuz i sent this ask), @aylitgirl

Aki wasn't one to tell others the truth when he was struggling. He liked to bottle it up for the sake of suffering alone so that no one else had to worry about him or be burdened with his own "stupid" problems, especially when it came to the deals he'd made over the years with different devils who wanted this and that from him. Out of everyone you knew, you were sure that you were the only person in his life who knew every detail of what he was enduring.

The Curse Devil was the first to take from him. In exchange for time off his life, Aki could kill his opponents simply by stabbing them three times with the sword he always carried around with him. The first time you met Aki, he had a good twenty years to live... Now, he was close to two years...

The Fox Devil wanted from Aki what he wanted from every human he made contracts with: skin. There were days when Aki would leave the house whole, and when he'd come home that night, he'd have his arm bandaged up because the Fox Devil took the skin from his forearm. Aki always insisted that it was fine, that it was his curse to bear because it was a contract he made willingly; but that didn't change the fact that you forced him to go to the hospital every time in order to receive skin grafts.

The only time you'd ever seen Aki so scared about his future was after he came home to tell you that he made a new contract with the Future Devil who was living in his right eye. It was necessary after the Fox Devil got fed up with him and would no longer come to him even when the situation was dire and Aki was willing to give up everything he had to offer just for the sake of winning his fights-- So your husband had a Devil living in his eye now... Punishment, you supposed, for getting to see seconds into the future whenever Aki needed during battles.

Part of you couldn't understand how he had made all of these deals for the sake of surviving out there while up against all kinds of powerful Devils, yet none of them could save him when it mattered most. Where had his squad been? Where had they allowed this terrible thing to happen to him?

"You have to stop that," Aki whispered from across the table.

You looked over at him with a brow raised, just in time to catch him staring down at your bouncing knee. He always knew when you were overthinking something. It was so obvious by how you'd go quiet after getting lost in thought, and your knee would shake, and your hands would fidget on your lap.

You two were supposed to be on vacation, so why were you thinking about what happened when it was all in the past and nothing could change the outcome, even if you tried your very best. The doctors were good enough. They did their jobs as soon as Aki was taken to the hospital. It could have been worse. You both knew it. He could have been killed like some of his coworkers, or he could have come back in more pieces, or neither of his arms could have been reconnected like one of his friends.

It happened in the middle of the night a week ago. You got a call that Aki was in the hospital after his squad went to fight the Doll Devil who took both of Aki's arms. She snatched them clean off his body without so much as a blink of an eye or an inhale of her breath. It happened in a second, he told you later. One moment they were looking around, the next, he had no arms and was passing out on the ground. When he woke back up, he was in the hospital, you sitting next to him, holding onto his hand, the only one they could reattach after hours of surgery.

"Come here," he continued to whisper. It was like he was scared to disturb the gorgeous night you two were enjoying silently in the dark hotel room that had been gifted to you after he was put on leave due to his injuries.

Aki wanted to get back to work the second he was released from the hospital, however, his superiors denied the request, and to ensure that he stayed away, they sent the two of you to a hotel outside of the city for the weekend where you could relax and he could recover a bit more before actually going back. You knew that there was no stopping him. He was going to go back to work one way another, even if it ended up killing him faster than the Curse Devil promised; even though it would kill you to get a call that he wasn't in the hospital because he had died.

"Baby, come here," he spoke up a bit more to grab your attention.

Without thinking twice, your feet carried you out of your chair and over to him. His lap was warm as he used his one good hand to grab your hip and pull you close until you were straddling him, your faces close his nose bumping yours sweetly. It was cold outside. At some point in the evening you had considered going out to get food at a nearby restaurant before you looked out the window to see that a snow storm had rolled in, trapping the two of you in the hotel which lost power nearly an hour later. That was alright, though. Aki wanted to spend a quiet night in. He liked watching the snowfall, so you both pulled up chairs to the window to lounge around while you waited for shitty food service to arrive. There wasn’t much the kitchen could make in a power outage, but the pint of ice cream they had to get rid of before it melted served the two of you well for a bit. Once you were done eating, though, that was when your thoughts began to drift, and Aki noticed that something was off.

Did he know how worried you were about him? Did he realize that every time you glanced at his missing arm, your heart wrenched in your chest? When would he finally say “fuck it” and leave that damn Devil Hunter career of his behind just to spend his last few years alive with you, the person who needed him around or nothing seemed right—

“Darling,” he cooed.

You melted into him, wrapping your arms around his neck so that he’d stay close and continue to nudge his nose against your cheek as he left kisses along your jawline.

“It’s okay.”

“I know that.”

He hummed a thought. “It’ll be okay.”

You couldn’t think of any kind of proper response to that because you weren’t sold on the idea that it would actually be alright. He had two years left, if that. How much longer was he willing to suffer? He’d given up his skin, his eye, his entire arm— You couldn’t give him up to the Curse Devil. You couldn’t. That monster would have to go through you before he could ever get to Aki.

“I’m here. I’ve always been here. That’s enough, isn’t it? Being here… Right now… Just the two of us… That’s enough.”

You hid your face in the crook of his neck suddenly as you croaked, “That’s enough…”

He nodded. “Exactly.” He was gently kissing the side of your head until you perked back up again then leaned in to kiss him. “Darling…” he mumbled against your lips.

“You’ve gotta stop scaring me like this. Please.”

His lips hovered over yours as he hesitated to reply. “I’m sorry.”

As he kissed you again, your fingers found the ends of his hair, gently tugging in order to ground yourself in the thought that it was enough, he was right, it was okay, and it would be okay. If Aki was sure that everything would be alright, then it had to be true. Afterall, you were the only person in the world who ever knew what he was really thinking and what he was struggling with. If anything was amiss with him, you’d be the first to know. It was okay. Being with him was enough.

Aki managed to find dominance in your kiss even though he was below you and all he could do was hold onto you with his one hand as you moved ever so slowly and lightly along his lap. A voice in the back of your head was screaming at you to stop because Aki was supposed to be resting; but your body was ahead of reason. Some desperate part of you was taking over. There was an urge tugging at your heart and a coil that was twisting in your stomach because you missed him— Even though he was right there, in your arms— You missed him. You were terrified of the past, you were dreading the future, and your whole body was begging to forget it all by simply being with him as a reminder that he was in fact there, that he was real, that he was okay, and that it was enough to be with him in that hotel room as you waited for the power to turn back on.

“Fuck—” Aki slid his hand around you so that he could palm your ass roughly. “Don’t stop—” He was trying to help you in your endeavor to get both of you off through your bathrobes.

But it couldn’t be helped. Even though he was moaning in your mouth as his hand gripped your ass while he moved you back and forth, you had to hesitate just to tear his robe apart, revealing his growing erection. Another minute or so and he’d be ready—

“Fuck, ‘Ki—” You were caught too off guard by him sliding his hand back along your hip and down to your clit that he found so easily, using his fingers expertly to tease the pearl roughly.

There was a bit of urgency to the way both of you were moving, like you needed to fuck each other in the next few seconds or you’d explode; yet it was all still so gentle, quiet, and oddly romantic. Whenever you and Aki were at home together, back when Denji and Power didn’t live with you, the two of you were worse than rabbits, the way you’d fuck constantly. Aki was the adrenaline rush type of guy. He loved finding different ways to please you. This hole, that hole, these fingers, this toy. This kink, that kink. This position, that position. Whatever it took to make you scream his name every day and night, Aki tried it. But there were times, very rarely, honestly, when it came down to basics where it was just you and him and the simple idea of fucking each other. No fancy toys, no crazy kinks, and no planning prior to the sex so that everything was safe and consentual because that was just how crazy it could get sometimes. This was the purest thing it could be: Two people in love who needed each other.

“I’m ready,” you insisted while reaching down to wrap your hand around his length.

Aki hissed at the feeling. “Okay— Fuck—” He moaned your name as you aligned his tip with your slick entrance.

As you slid down slowly onto his length, Aki’s fingers on your clit hesitated for a moment as he forgot how to simply breathe. It wasn’t until you were fully settled down that he finally let out a breath and threw his head back. You took the opportunity to kiss his neck. You nipped and licked enough to make sure that a hickey would surface soon to let the whole world know that you put it there because you loved him because he was only yours. He could make a million contracts with Devils just to sell his soul off— It didn’t matter because his heart was all yours.

“Is it okay if I move?”

Aki nodded eagerly. “Go on.”

With moans escaping both of you simultaneously, you rolled your hips in a circle just to test how deep he could reach inside of you. Aki wasn’t the largest man by any means, but he wasn’t small either. Though he wasn’t very thick, he made up for it in length, which meant that he could hit spots in you that you thought were impossible before you met him. He liked to watch your face burn bright whenever he’d fuck you because you were shocked by him every time. It just seemed outrageous that you’d think he was done but he’d keep going and going until finally his pelvis hit your skin and you knew he’d given you everything. He thought it was entertaining to see you so surprised. But this time, it wasn’t like that. You were on top, ready to take every inch, and you were testing the waters to see where you could get him to go if you rolled your hips left vs. right, and what would happen if you lifted up slightly then rolled around in a circle.

Aki’s fingers flicked your clit whenever you lifted up slightly. If you weren’t down against his thighs, then he had enough room to play with you, which is exactly what he wanted because the whimpers that left your mouth as you bit your lip were just so perfect. And to you, whenever you’d be pressed down all the way, you felt like you were in heaven whenever he’d groan your name. It was like hearing him chant a prayer. The way he’d break with a few curse words and a name of an angel— your name… Fuck, he was perfect.

“I love you.” Aki’s lips captured yours in another passionate kiss.

You could tell that it was difficult for him to find way to keep you closer than you already were, and that was only because he used to dig his fingers into your hips just to make sure you couldn’t get away from him; but without his other arm, he was forgetting how to hold onto you, and you could see it in his lust-heavy eyes that he was worried about losing you. He was probably asking himself what would happen if he didn’t hold you on his lap? Would you groan and go to bed? Absolutely not! He wasn’t less adequate. He wasn’t worth less now. He wasn’t going to lose you. What such stupid thoughts posessed him whenever he was worried about you.

“I love you,” you responded desperately. You needed him to believe you. “I’m not going anywhere.”

He must have known that you knew what he was thinking because his fingers worked faster on your clit and he kissed you so hard you almost got knocked backwards. If it weren’t for the fact that you were holding onto his shoulders, you probably would have fallen onto the floor.

“I love you, baby. Fuck— Love you so, so much.”

You whimpered into the kiss, “‘Ki…”

“Hmm, darling?”

“Don’t stop…”

It was difficult to keep reminding yourself that you needed to put in the work to move around on his cock while he was trying to force you towards an orgasm that you could already anticipate would knock the wind out of you. Somehow he was fine. He was moaning, sure, but he had regained enough sense since throwing his head back to know that it was up to him to keep kissing you and playing with your stiff clit; and you just had to breathe. Just breathe. It didn’t matter that you could feel him so far in you that your legs were shaking. It didn’t matter that you were squeezing so tight around his length that you could feel him twitching as he got close, too. It didn’t matter that you were teetering on the edge. All you wanted was to remind both of you what this all meant: Two people who were madly in love who needed each other.

“I need you, Aki.”

It wasn’t a “need” of the sexual variety— Though that was certainly true, as well. You said it because it meant that you needed him to live. You needed him to find some kind of way to stick around longer than two years. Whatever contract he’d have to make, there had to be some Devil out there who’d like to keep him alive longer than the Curse Devil wanted simply because Aki could be of use. Right? Someone had to want or need him as much as you.

“I know,” he whispered kindly.

It sounded almost like he was taking pity on you— A thought that you could bear, so you hugged him and rested your head on his shoulder as you fucked him faster. You didn’t need him to feel sorry for you, you just needed him to be there, to be enough.

“Darling, I’m close…”

You did your best to maintain your speed and balance as you continued to do what was working. He seemed to love it when he was buried inside of you to the hilt, so you stayed down and grinded on his hips in circles.

“Fuck, darling— Fuck— I’m close— Shit—”

For someone who took pride in his mature vocabulary and “proper” dialect, it was amazing to you that you could break him down to nothing but curse words oh-so-easily.

“In me, ‘Ki,” you begged.

“Shit—”

The knot in your stomach tightened suddenly. The build up went straight down to where you were connected to him, so you instinctively squeezed around his length, forcing him to tip over the edge. You came as he twitched inside of you. A guttural groan left him while he came hard, his cum ending up exactly where you both agreed it belonged.

Your thrusting slowly winded down until you were at a complete stop, both of you panting while you came down from your highs, his cock still a bit hard as he relaxed against the cushions beneath him. You fell into his chest a bit more.

“Won’t you look at me?” he asked you.

With a bit of bravery you managed to conjure up, you lifted your head from his shoulder. It was then that you suddenly noticed that his eyes were watery and red, a sign that he was on the verge of breaking down for the first time in so long.

You panicked and rushed to kiss him. “I’m sorry—”

“I need you, too,” he insisted. “I’ve always needed you.” He kissed you again. “It’ll be okay. I promise. I’ll make it okay. I’m not going anywhere… Not yet at least.”

You hated words like that from him. “Not yet at least.” Couldn’t he just lie and promise that he’d be around forever? Just to make you forget for a little bit longer that the inevitable was on the horizon, that he’d lose more than just his arm, and that you’d eventually miss him and there’d be nothing you could do about it anymore. No more sitting on his lap. No more kissing him. No more hugging his body as he’d cum inside of you. No more hoping and praying that maybe you’d get pregnant and there’d be a part of him to remember him by after he’d die. He could lie to you, and you wouldn’t get mad, so long as it was about him always being there.

“I love you,” was all you could bear to say after you kissed him one last time before resting your head on his shoulder again.

Aki hugged his arm around your body and sniffled. “I love you, too.”

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ghostlykeyes · 2 years

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aki kink hcs pleaseeeee ><!!!! (if u havent done them alr heheh) (also i love ur writing..!! its amazing)

Thank you !! 💖 this one is long as hell. Can you tell I have some Thoughts about this man ??

afab reader (no pronouns used), under the cut for length/spice

Aki

Aki likes to think he's got a decent amount of self-control, but when it comes to you, he's toast—sometimes he just needs you, and it doesn't matter if you're at home or not. Public sex is a common occurrence. Aki's hand finds the small of your back, pushing lightly but oh-so-insistently; he guides you to the nearest bathroom, janitor's closet, whatever-room-has-a-lock and has you pressed up against the wall as soon as the door clicks shut. He's always quick and efficient; once you're soaking enough to take him, Aki's got your tits squished up against the door and a firm hand over your mouth to help keep you quiet. "Don't get us caught, baby," he murmurs against your ear, and he's stretching you out before you can even nod obediently.

Aki's favorite thing ever is thigh-highs. Pair them with a short skirt (and no panties, if you're feeling extra-spicy) and he's done for.

When it comes to positions Aki doesn't really have a preference, as long as he can get deep in you. If he's taking you from behind expect to have your face in the pillow, pretty back arched, and his dick so far in your throbbing pussy you can feel the stubble from his shaved pubic hair rubbing on your soft, dripping outer folds. When you're face-to-face, he likes to push your legs back as far as he can manage; picture your legs propped up, shaking, on either side of his neck. Aki's hands dig into the soft flesh of your thighs, holding you in place as he rails you.

Aki absolutely loves when you pull on his hair. Nothing too rough; just tug on his topknot as he's licking heat along the back of your teeth, or make fists in his loose hair as he's eating out your pussy. He always groans into you, his eyes rolling back in his head.

Sure, the after-sex cigarette is nice, but sometimes Aki gets a craving and wants one right in the middle. He won't stop fucking you, but his hands leave your body to fumble on the bedside table for a second. He can manage it himself, but if you really want to turn him on, snatch his lighter and flick out a flame for him. He leans forward, hitting that spot inside you just right, and lets the cigarette in his mouth glow to life. "Thanks," he breathes, and after taking a deep puff he rewards your little favor by fucking you even harder.

Most of the time, Aki's a soft dom. He likes to take care of you. Sure, he'll get so deep and fuck you for so long that your mind is a foggy mess, but he'll make sure you cum a few times over and his rough hands are soft and gentle on your curves and push and pull your nipples so nicely. He twists you up and holds you in place but he whispers in your ear to make sure you're comfortable. Sex with him is certainly intense, but he puts effort in to make sure it's an easy sort of intense, where the pleasure piles up and piles up so soft until you're falling apart beneath him—again and again.

There are, of course, some notable exceptions. If you've been a major fucking pain all day (on purpose, of course, because you know how he gets when you rile him up), Aki gets fed up and needs to teach you a lesson. He's rough and fast, then—squeezing your tits until you're squirming underneath him, holding you down by your hips as he thrusts into your dripping pussy so hard that the bed shakes and groans underneath you. He smacks your ass when you whine for him, the slap barely louder than the wet, obscene noises spilling out of you as he drills your cunt. "God," he says as you whimper your way through an orgasm—another one, you don't think you can handle much more, but his hips just keep crashing and crashing and crashing into you—"you're such a handful sometimes."

Aki definitely prefers some of your panties over the other ones .If he sees you're wearing a pair he likes when he pulls your pants off, he can't resist leaving the cute underwear on you. He tugs the thin fabric to the side before easing into you, holding it out of his way with a strong finger.

Aki's a big fan of dirty talk. While he doesn't usually degrade you (unless that's what you really want—he lives to please, after all), he's surprisingly mouthy. You'll often feel his hot breath starting fires along your neck as he moans against you, or bites back a groan at just how goddamn good and soft your pussy squeezes him. He lets you know just how electric you feel, just how much he craves being inside you. Expect to hear a lot of "Mmmhmm, just like that" or "shit, you're taking me so good".

#Chainsaw man #chainsaw man/reader #chainsaw man x reader #aki hayakawa #aki x reader #aki hayakawa x reader #nsft #chainsaw man headcanons #IN HONOR OF HIS UBER SEXY ANIME DEBUT #your honor I need to know that man carnally

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the12thnightproject · 3 months

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Chapter 45: Winter Vacation Katsu shows Mitsuhide around Kyoto; then back in the 16th century he has another surprise for her.

Mitsuhide x OC; Hideyoshi x MC (Mai)

All Chapters Archived on Ao3

Logline - With Mai, Hideyoshi, and Aki missing, Mitsuhide and Katsuko reluctantly team up. Disguised as a merchant and his concubine, can they outsmart the man known as the God of Deceit?

“Now, the further you turn this, the warmer the water is.” I glanced over my shoulder to see if Mitsuhide was tracking the instructions, just in time to notice that he was looking at me, and not the plumbing.

Or perhaps I should say he was looking at my plumbing area, which very likely was visible below my bath towel. I raised both eyebrows at him and he winked. “You are a rather undeniable temptation.”

While it would have been nice to stay cocooned on the couch all day, eventually practicalities intruded. I introduced Mitsuhide to modern kitchen appliances, laughed as he spent five minutes turning off and on the lights in syncopated rhythm, fed him breakfast (well, it was lunch at that point), and now we were having a crash course in water management 101.

While running water was a concept he could get behind, he seemed not at all interested in temperature control, or the intricacies of how it worked from the source. “I presume there are people whose jobs there are to know specifically how it fits together, but at the moment, I’m only concerned with using it in its designated function.” He stuck his hand under the stream of water.

I twisted the level to make it warmer, and when he didn’t comment, I left it at that temperature. “On that note, I guess you’re an easier visitor than Shingen. He’s driving Sasuke crazy by taking everything apart to see how it works.”

“You spend a lot of time with them?” That unfamiliar tone was back in his voice. I don’t believe that he was actually jealous – just that there was enough history between the Oda and the Takeda-Uesugi alliance to mean that I had been hanging out with the enemy.

Lowering the conversational temperature back to casual, I said, “They’re the only people I know here since I prefer not to become close friends with anyone who will worry when I blip back into the past. So maybe let’s consider this time a neutral zone, and you can go back to trying to kill him when we return to the Sengoku era.”

What happens in modern Japan, stays in modern Japan.

He didn’t reply, but simply surveyed the pattern of water as it streamed down the walls of the postage stamp size stall. “So um, anyway, this is wasting water, so I’ll leave you to it…” I trailed off as he swiftly tossed away his clothes and stepped in.

He was so beautiful with the water flowed down his body, outlining every contour of his muscles. I know I had just spent the night and morning with that body, with this man, but I would never take that beauty for granted.

He raised that one eyebrow, smirked, and crooked his finger at me. “You did say something about needing to conserve water.

I had said that, yes. “There’s no room- eek!”

He reached out and pulled me in, bath towel and all. “My love, there is always room for you, no matter where I am.” He undid the now soaking towel and tossed it into the sink. Now there was little between us but water, and even that evaporated to steam when he wrapped his arms around me.

“Kitsune, I am not opposed to shower sex in concept, but we need a bigger…” My back would probably slide down the side and I’d hit my head and drown…

He rotated me away from him and I grabbed the towel bar for stability. “Hold on to that. I imagine that is what it was placed there for.”

Yeah, I’m not going to speculate on what Sasuke’s parents do in the shower, thanks for that mental picture.

He reached around to cup my breasts, and then I felt his teeth nipping at the side of my neck. “Oh God, we’re going to die.”

We did not die during shower sex… not any of the times we tried it.

Nor did Shingen and Mitsuhide attempt to kill each other when the four of us got together. Oh, the two of them would never become good friends – they were too much alike in the wrong ways, not to mention too different in every other way – but they managed mutual politeness during a meal that Sasuke and I cooked. That got upgraded to professional respect when they discussed the Yoshiaki and Motonari threats, which then devolved again to a cutthroat game of Catan that had both Sasuke and I eliminated within the first hour.

My moderately awesome ninja buddy and I watched the game from the sidelines for a little while before we both decided it would be safer to retreat to watching Picard (neither Shingen nor Mitsuhide had gotten into sci-fi, as travelling over 450 years into their future was sci-fi enough for both of them).

During the weeks as we counted down the time before the Togakushi wormhole manifestation, we all made the most of our time. Aside from breaking in the shower (and the breakfast bar, which Mitsuhide and I discovered was set at a very convenient height) we did actually emerge from the house every day to explore modern Kyoto. Mitsuhide decided that since this was more or less an enforced vacation, he would spend his time pursuing the interests that generally got pushed to the side amidst all the war councils, interrogations, and spying: live theater and music.

While I never could convince him to give K-pop - or any rock music for that matter – a chance, he did discover an appreciation for jazz. An unfortunate appreciation, since I disliked that sort of music. At least we were able to have a lively and ongoing debate over the merits of both, which usually devolved into mutual distraction.

Even though we always had a lovely time wandering through Kyoto in winter, my favorite part of the days were our evenings. I could be as cutthroat about Shogi and he and Shingen had been over Catan, and it was as much fun trying to outthink him and it was to distract him. I never won… though I came close twice.

Nor had I neglected my personal mission to organize the Mikumos’ library (with their permission). When they returned they would find everything neatly filed and cross referenced both in a database, and also in a hard copy notebook. Unfortunately, even after spending a couple of hours a day digging through their archives, I hadn’t discovered much about my father. True, Sasuke’s mother had kept a journal during that time which pinpointed when Aki and Francisco entered their lives, as well as what the two were studying, but otherwise the journal was pretty dry.

“Discover anything useful?” Mitsuhide wandered into the room with two cups of tea. I gratefully took it. Though he still couldn’t cook, he made a damn good cup of tea. I took a sip… and promptly burned my tongue. Good tea, but very hot tea. I fanned my mouth. He tsked. “The hazards of impatience, Brat… shall I kiss it to make it better?”

“Cute.” Not that I would ever turn down a kiss, even though it did threaten to throw me off track for the rest of the afternoon. Once we broke apart, I pulled out Professor Mikumo’s journal and read her description of Francisco. “We’re hosting a Portuguese exchange student who is very interested in Sengoku trade routes and any attempts by the explorers to influence politics. Or rather that was what the letter from his academic advisor stated. Unfortunately, this young man’s grasp on our language is tenuous at best, and as no one here speaks Portuguese, all of our work becomes delayed as we try to discuss everything in sign language.”

Mitsuhide politely nodded. “Yes, it is his lack of understanding that led to the most fascinating purchase of my life.” He tapped his lips, and followed that up by kissing me again. Mm. We were in danger of taking the afternoon off (again… it was last week’s work derailment that had led us to discover that the breakfast bar was the right height for eating… something that’s not actually food). No… this is important. I hadn’t even told him yet about that priest. “Francisco.”

“Dear me, have you forgotten my identity so quickly?” I shall have to give you a refresher on that topic.” He slid next to me and pulled me onto his lap.

I stopped his hands before they could make their way under my shirt. “I think he… or the priest who tried to buy me… might have been the one who shot Aki in 1578.”

To his credit, Mitsuhide immediately flipped into business mode. “On what evidence?”

Er. Well. “For Francisco, gut feeling, mostly. He had gun in his desk when I took the letter… and it was not there the next time I looked.” Before Mitsuhide could devil’s advocate me out of that, I added, “He’s been in Japan, both modern and Sengoku for over ten years, and yet he still hasn’t learned the language?”

“He could indeed be that incompetent.” By now, I knew that Mitsuhide wasn’t necessarily disagreeing with me – he was merely pointing out where I needed stronger proof.

“Ok, yes, sure. But it seems to me that whatever missions there were to send people like Aki back in time – they would have wanted the best.” But why had Aki never questioned Francisco’s language deficiencies? It seemed a critical error on his part, an error from someone who usually didn’t make errors. Unless Aki was well aware that Francisco was faking it, and pretending not to know in order to watch him? But if that were the case why give Francisco the letter for me? Ugh, I was confusing myself. Still, I needed to at least get everything out on the table before Mitsuhide started poking holes in my already shaky theory. “Suppose everything Francisco did was not incompetence, but a charade. He never intended to rescue me at the auction. But if his plan failed, he could fall back on his idiot disguise.”

If I reframed my view of everything Francisco had done, it could all have a sinister interpretation.

And here came Mr. Logic. “Was not the slave auction your idea to begin with?”

“It was. Francisco just took advantage of the opportunity I gave him.” But Mitsuhide was correct. I had brought the idea to Francisco and basically blackmailed him into it.

“Hm, and we won’t be doing anything like that again now will we?” The ‘royal we’ had returned. His arms tightened around me. “Now, you said something about the priest? I did interrogate him rather thoroughly, and he had no connection to the disappearances.”

Had I been mistaken in identifying the priest as the man who watched my gymnastics competition? I pulled the computer closer and tabbed into youtube. “Look at this.” Mitsuhide was quiet, intent as the video played. When the camera angle switched to show the priest, I paused and pinch zoomed it onto his face. “Same man?”

He leaned closer. “It is possible. The hat makes it difficult to be one hundred percent certain.” He frowned, and it seemed there was some anger being directed inward. “Though perhaps that is me not wanting to believe that my interrogation technique to be infallible. I should have-.”

My turn to shush him with my finger. “Well, you questioned him as if he was what he appeared to be, a rather vicious priest. If that in itself was a disguise… well you didn’t know about the existence of time travel, so he might have training that the average psychopath does not.” I leaned back and rested my head on his shoulder. I really hoped he wasn’t going to beat himself up over this. “You can’t know everything.”

“It is, in fact my job to know everything.” His hands massaged low circles around my back. “However, I have promised you… as well as Hideyoshi and Mai… that I will no longer take on the world alone. Nor is there much I can do about these two men right now. Not when we are here, and they are somewhere in the past.” He stood up, and took me by the hand. “Come on, Brat, you’ve worked all afternoon.”

I had at that, so I let him lead me into the den, where another of those snoozy jazz stations was playing something in the key of dull syncopation. I dropped his hand and made a beeline for the remote. No, I wasn’t planning to subject him to K-pop, but a nice movie night would be good. He beat me to it and held it over my head. “Oh that’s mature.”

Single eyebrow raise. “One person’s immature is another person’s success.” He tossed the thing onto a shelf that was above both of our heads. “Come here. This music, as opposed that shrill wailing you inexplicably like, is designed for dancing.” He pulled me into a dance hold. “Have I mentioned that I am quite fond of your era’s style of dance.”

Before I could again protest his depiction of K-pop as ‘shrill wailing,’ he had my head resting on his shoulder, as he pressed his hand on my back. His lean grace might have been made for this, as he expertly maneuvered me in a small circle around the center of the room.

Eventually, that slowed to a single swaying embrace as we clung to each other. The sun had long set, the only light came from the glow of the TV and the neighbor’s Christmas lights shining through the window.

I knew the steps of this dance we were doing, knew that soon, Mitsuhide’s lips would kiss my cheek, and then my mouth, until the dance became something else entirely.

But for the moment, I was perfectly happy melting against his body, in the more innocent hold.

We had time.

Three weeks later, and four hundred and fifty(ish) years earlier…

As soon as we “landed” back in the Sengoku and split off from Sasuke and Shingen, we made our way to Azuchi. I had expected that Mitsuhide would settle in and immediately pick up war planning with Nobunaga and Hideyoshi. And while he had indeed spent the day and half the night conferring with them, we were off to Sakai the next morning.

Our machiya in Sakai was unchanged, it was Mituhide and I who were different. We were approaching the townhouse as ourselves, not as fake merchant and reluctant concubine. There was no need to put on any act.

The real Kyubei was waiting inside to greet us. He smiled and bowed formally as if we had been gone a year rather than just a couple of months.

“Did you keep watch on…?” Mitsuhide left the rest of the question trail off, which mean this likely had more to do with my mystery surprise and less to do with whatever Motonari was doing.

I unobtrusively tried to listen in on Mitsuhide’s conversation with Kyubei, but what little I could pick up was in kind of a master/vassal shorthand of half sentences. Eventually, Mitsuhide noticed me lingering in the corner. “Dear me, is a little spy trying to spoil her surprise?”

He should be well aware by now that I was not a fan of surprises, even one that he had promised was a “good” surprise, so I just crossed my arms and glared at him.

“Patience, Brat, I’m just confirming the timing of it all.”

Knowing that was all I was going to get out of him, I retreated upstairs and unpacked the few items of clothing I’d brought to Sakai with me. As I was changing out of my dusty travel clothes, Mitsuhide joined me – and once again he was wearing the long, dark wig. “I thought the disguise was retired.” Please don’t make me dress up as Kaya. I’d happily put away the Kaya identity for good, and at the moment was wearing one of Mai’s hastily altered kimonos. Though it wasn’t completely to my taste, it was a lot more casual than the elaborate concubine disguise.

Correctly sensing the direction of thoughts, Mitsuhide helped me adjust the fold on my obi. “It’s temporary. The man we are going to see knows me only as Kyubei. You, on the other hand, are perfectly fine.” He tugged on my hair, and of course the hairstyle instantly fell apart. Without Sho to help, I was useless in the coiffure department. “In any disguise… or, er, disarray.”

He helped restore my hair, and then, in a move reminiscent of his former disguise, he extended his arm. Without any hesitation, I took it and we walked out into the chill winter evening. “Are we walking?”

“Are you saying you would prefer to huddle up in a palanquin?” The teasing smile he gave me indicated that any future palanquin travel we did would be far less innocent than our last trip. “That could, of course, be arranged, but tonight, we’re not travelling very far.”

Though I puzzled for a moment as to whether or not that had been a clue to my surprise, his purposefully bland look offered no additional help. We were not heading in the direction of Francisco’s, so that possibility was off the table. Instead, we ended up in the local retail section – not the business area with merchant’s large import/export warehouses, but the smaller apothecaries, clothing shops and tea houses patronized by the people of Sakai.

Even so, when Mitsuhide stopped in front of an herbalist’s storefront, it seemed an odd choice. My confusion grew when he led me through the shop and up the stairs to the living area. Once we reached the top of the stairs, he stepped aside, allowing me to face the man who had risen from his dinner to greet us.

A man whose face I had seen nearly every day until I was nineteen… and after that, had only been viewable via a drawing. “Toshiie!”

While my brother stood there stunned, I threw myself into his arms. “I thought I saw you in Sakai last fall… but I figured I was imagining it.”

He allowed me a long hug before stepping out of the embrace. “I was going to rescue you… I just needed more time to…” He glanced at the teapot on the table.

“Rescue me? From what?” It sounded like Toshiie had… already known I was in Sakai?

He turned and faced Mitsuhide. “Him.”

@lorei-writes @bestbryn @selenacosmic @lyds323 @tele86 @akitsuneswife

#10things #10 things I hate about Mitsuhide #mitsuhide monday #mitsuhide akechi #ikesen mitsuhide #ikemen sengoku #fanfic #ao3 link #oc katsuko #katsuverse

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monsieuroverlord · 29 days

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Wolverine #48 Spoilers (and also heavy ranting):

It was boring.

Somehow, even LESS happened than the past two issues.

I mean, what even is the plot at this point? What are the character motivations?

Laura made her grand escape, which was nice. But also, why would Graydon or "Bad Seed" even be interested in her in the first place?

His main interest is his father, yes?

I guess he does hate mutants in general, but if I were him, I would've intentionally let her escape so she could lead me to the main fight.

Also, what was even the point of attacking the bears? Logan literally said "don't kill them" and immediately stabbed one. Master hunter-tracker wild man couldn't go around? lead them away? Bears are generally skittish and don't really go out of their way to attack people unless provoked. UNLESS they're food-conditioned by raiding dumpsters and such, but this is in the middle of nowhere in Alaska. There's no people food to eat.

Logan disabled one -- which is usually a death sentence in the wild by the way. And that's assuming it ran away after Logan did that. But usually they would fight back after fucking stabbing them.

Nekra fucking flipped one and presumably knocked it out (???) Third Eye put the third one to sleep.

Also also, grizzly bears are solitary. If that was supposed to be a mother and two cubs, the cubs are WAY too big to be with their mama still.

Those bears were depicted as well-muscled/well-fed/basically NOT starving at all. They wouldn't be that attack-happy over a fish (maybe a bit protective over a huge carcass, but my point still stands). I mean, assuming you don't walk right up to them! They'd make some bear threats first, in which an experienced hunter with keen animal-like senses *cough cough* would know to back off.

Keep your distance and you're good. They literally had to walk quite a distance further for that stupid bunker. Literally just go around. No need for this.

I'm sorry, this isn't how bears work at all. They can be territorial, but an experienced woodsman would know how to avoid the conflict. Especially since they weren't even caught unaware by said bears.

And the narrative around Logan remains redundant:

When will I be free of this?

THEY DO THIS EVERY TIME HE LOSES HIS HEALING FACTOR!

Last time he went on an introspective monologue like this, he went on a grand death tour and got got encased in molten adamantium! Then Laura became Wolverine :)

But they do this every time. Nothing about these plot choices are original, or even a fresh retelling of a Wolverine-esque story. It's not even vaguely interesting. At best, they're the safe choice, but I think its just lazy and lacks direction.

How the fuck is it a relief? How the fuck are you a "walking carcass?" You don't even have that cool eye scar anymore.

Also, your fucking son had a healing factor and STILL died. How do you think he feels about that, hm?

It irritates me especially because Aki isn't even mentioned beyond those preview pages. For all that shock value they did, and he still ends up being a passing thought.

I am repeatedly banging my head against a wall, I swear.

(Send Aurora in to smack him around a little. It's greatly needed).

Anyway, Laura made her grand escape by lowerng defenses to alert the sentinels and Bad Seed Graydon was able to hack them. X-Force was also alerted to the situation and Black Tom is using his veg powers to grow a rescue ship.

I guess this could lead up to a Graydon vs. Laura situation? Kid vs kid? But I don't know anymore. The plot is all over the place.

Creed ended up being encased in a sort of psuedo-egg as well, but burst out of it.

We don't see anything beyond that, but maybe he was transformed somehow? Maybe he's weaker? stronger? who knows.

I am disappointed. I wanted the seed to do something a bit more than this. There's still time, I guess. But I remain disappointed for now.

MAJOR MAJOR SPOILER PAGE:

The armor makes its first appearance.

And because fuck it, we're getting a muramasa blade too.

I hate it here.

Hurry up with all of the ressurections. I stand even firmer in my belief that this Sabretooth War should count as one of those "Orchis Purges" and Aki, and all the other dead mutants should be ressurected as such from the White Hot Room. Graydon was able to hijack one, its close enough! We don't need to argue semantics here, just ressurect everyone please and thank you

#i never thought i'd need to rant about bear behavior in a comic book #but here we are #only two issues left #and at least the last one has some promising back-up stories #my thoughts #comic book spoilers #wolverine #sabretooth war

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prurjent · 2 years

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Aki Hayakawa

Birthday Part 2

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Contains: smoking, shotgunning (weed, because cigarettes smell horrible) switch aki, fem reader, Male receiving, slight bondage, backshots, spanking, impatient Aki

“Don’t worry about her, we’ll take her home.” Denji held the drunk Kobeni on his back.

“Yea! We are responsible” power commented.

“Don’t be dumb, you two are like 5 year olds.” Aki rolled his eyes. “How will you get back to the apartment. Neither of you can drive”

“It’s okay. They can stay there and we’ll get them in the morning.” You smiled as you whistled for a cab.

“That was hot….” Denji spoke as he watched the cab instantly pull over.

“Watch your eyes you bastard.” Aki plucked his nose. “Don’t do anything stupid or wreck her house while she’s out cold.”

Power got in the car as you leaned on the passenger window negotiating with the driver. You smiled paying him after giving him the directions. Denji thanked you as you waved them off.

“Welp, thanks to my looks I got a good deal and paid less for the ride.” You laughed as aki held the passenger door open for you.

————-

“So where’s my present?” Aki asked as he sat down, loosening his tie. You walked in the closet 5 minutes ago and he was getting tired from all the good food. He laid down on his back placing his forearm over his eyes.

“So how was the food? Does my family live up to the reputation every time?” You smiled opening the closets door leaning in the doorway.

Aki sighed lighting up the blunt that he had rolled earlier, taking an inhale before sitting up. “They always do, but my favorite thing they made. Is definitely you-” his sentence was cut short as his eyes made contact with you leaning on the doorway.

There you stood in the doorway, wearing nothing but lingerie. It was his favorite color dark blue, it fit every curve on your body. Aki’s mouth tan dry as he stared at you walking towards him, no matter how many times he’s seen you, you just keep getting more and more beautiful. He loved every inch of you, no matter how you looked.

He was so mesmerized he didn’t even notice you taking the blunt from his hands till you took a pull. He swallowed hard as you blew the smoke out towards the ceiling, his eyes traveling down your jaw to your collarbone, he licked his lips as his eyes dropped to your breast.

“You know.. it’s not nice to stare.” You smiled as you placed a hand on his chin, rubbing his bottom lip with your thumb. You let your hand fall to his tie balling it up with your fist. You took another pill from the blunt before pulling Aki in for a kiss. His soft lips met your as you opened your mouth blowing smoke into his.

Aki inhaled in before he fell back on the bed blowing out the smoke. You smiled as you kissed his jaw handing him the blunt again. You straddled his lap feeling him getting hard as each second passed. “Oh I almost forgot.” You smiled getting up running out the room.

“Happy birthday to you.” Aki looked over at you as handed him a cupcake. He blow out the smoke as you fed him a bite before putting it on the dresser. You knew he wasn’t big on sweets he mostly like bitter stuff.

“You didn’t have to get me one.” He put the blunt out placing both hands on your hips as straddled him again.

“Shh, just relax and enjoy the moment.” You placed a finger in his lips, then you noticed the frosting on the side of his lips, leaning forward and licking the sweet substance up Aki gripped your hips. Placing soft kisses down his neck as his hands guided you to grind on him. He was enjoying this, one of his favorite birthday gifts so far.

You took of his shirt tracing down till you made his way to his pelvis, unbuckling his jeans and sliding them off, you watched as his dick sprung up dripping with precum. You felt your mouth water at the sight in front of you, you wrapped a hand around him, the feeling was warm as you felt his veins pop out.

“Fuck! Your taking too long.” He sat up looking at you on your knees. “I want to unwrap my present already.” He grabbed you by the throat pulling you on the bed. You laid flat on your stomach in shock that he snapped so quickly. “Aki wait-”You felt his hands rip off the thong before you moaned as his tongue came in contact with your folds. “Aki.. I’m supposed to treating you.” You moaned out as his index finger ran down your spine causing you to shiver slightly.

“You are treating me, now let me handle the rest.” He tightly gripped your ass forcing you to arch more, he ran a finger down your wet folds, he pulled his finger back and wrapped his tongue around his finger. “Amazing” he placed a kiss on your clit before pressing two fingers in you, his fingers curled brushing against your walls, this felt different from in the restaurant this angle was entirely different.

He pulled his fingers out staring at how wet they were before leaning forward opening your mouth with his clean hand, “say ahh” he smiled as you stuck out your tongue licking his fingers. “There you go beautiful.” He pulled his fingers back moving between your legs again and stuck his tongue between your folds, you instantly melted feeling his warm tongue.

Your hands gripped the sheets as you subconsciously moved your hips to work with his movements but that suddenly stopped when you earned a slap on your ass making you yelp. “Don’t move.” He said sternly using a finger to play with with your clit. Your toes pointed as you dug your face in the covers, a hand reached grabbing his hair making him moan, the vibrations causing you to clench around his tongue getting close.

But Aki didn’t let you as he pulled away, his mouth wet, some dripping down his chin onto his bare chest. He took off pants, eagerly when you looked back you gasped in shock at him slamming into you without warning. You fell face first into the bed, you reached a hand back to press on his abdomen to get him to slow down since you were close but he slapped you Mr hand and pulled his tie off wrapping it around your neck.

Holding the other end he tightly held the tie as your head was held up and back stayed arch due to the pulling. You were trying to form sentences but you couldn’t as you repeatedly thrusted into you, your toes curling as you released but that didn’t stop Aki as he kept going. “Come on love, we got all night. Minus well enjoy it right?” He smirked watching as his cock disappeared with each thrust and your ass giggling every time it hit his hips.

“Fuck.” He muttered spitting letting it drip down your ass onto his cock allowing him to go faster.

“A-Aki slow down” you moaned hoarsely but he just pulled the tie tighter making your mouth fall open and tongue fall out.

“What? Don’t pretend you don’t like it?” He said as he felt your walls clenching around him. “Come on beautiful I know you can be louder than that” he slowed down his pace giving you time to catch your breath. But this was worse, now he was going painfully slow, you were already sensitive from him twice today and he was being rough not that you didn’t like it.

Aki pulled out as he felt himself coming, he pushed your hips gently to lay you on your back as he came on your stomach and chest, he sighed, to himself as he watched you catch your breath. “Ready for round two?” He didn’t give you time to answer as he placed a pillow under your hips at an angle and lifted your legs up before thrusting into you.

“Fuck!” You moaned as loud as could. You felt your eyes roll back as your toes curled. Aki laughed kissing your ankles as he watched your breast bounce his cum dripping down the side of your stomach.

This truly was a sight for him, and he did not stop till he saw the sun come up completely.

#anime smut #prurjent #y/n smut #csm smut #csm aki smut #aki hayakawa #csm aki

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laugtherhyena · 9 months

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Today i spent a lot of time think about what's happening in chainsaw man part 2, why are these forcers stripping Denji from his identity as Chainsaw man? We know they want to use him, that part is obvious, but what exactly do they gain by prohibiting him from being Chainsaw man and putting others to kill devils so that his presence is no longer needed?

After stirring those questions around my brain for several hours i think i have an idea on why, i think public safety wants to use Chainsaw man the same way they used the Gun devil.

So by this point i feel like there's no way that public safety and the chainsaw man church aren't tied to one another, Fumi and Yoshida are both working towards the same goal of getting Denji to stop transforming and not expose his identity as Chainsaw man, and we know they're affiliated with the church and public safety respectively. If the two entities really are working together, then at the end of the day this all goes back to being orchestrated by the government.

Now let's think back to part 1, there we hear multiple times that a lot of people became devil hunters because they wanted to kill the Gun devil, that was what Aki dedicated his whole life to and the reason that Himeno, all of her deceased partners, and god knows how many other people joined public safety to begin with. The idea of being able to get back at the thing that destroyed their lives, a revenge.

The Gun devil was their motivation, their goal, the reason why so many were willing to risk their lives and public safety knew that.

In reality, the thing had already been defeated a long time ago, pretty much out of the picture by now. Yet that's something only a select few knew, the masses were never told that, they were led to believe that the Gun devil was somewhere out there and were fed this idea that if they joined public safety they could work towards retrieving pieces of his flesh so that one day they could find the bastard and finally put an end to creature that brought them so much suffering.

Public safety used their desire for revenge to get more and more hunters to use as their tools, but now everyone knows that the Gun devil is gone, they can no longer use him. And that's when Chainsaw man comes into the picture.

People see Chainsaw man as a hero, someone who gets back up no matter how many times he is knocked down, and they want to be like him. We see this with Yuko who was to become a devil hunter so that she could be like Chainsaw man, her hero.

Public safety knows that, and they want to use this newfound admiration for him as a way to get people to join their forces; "Join us and become a devil hunter so that you too can be like Chainsaw man!"

But in order for that to work he needs to have a good reputation. Do you think people would wanna be like Chainsaw man is they knew that he's actually some loser 17 year old that bends over to be some random girl's chair if paid like 10 bucks? Hell no! But if Chainsaw man is a hero, a righteous savioir, a god to be worshipped, then people will absolutely strive to be like him and fall into the government's hands.

That's why they can't have Denji running around telling the world that he's Chainsaw man, it would ruin all the work they've put into this.

#the brain is surely braining #anyways this is my first proper theory post so i tried to organize it nicely #csm #chainsaw man #csm part 2 #gun devil #csm spoilers #hyena ramblings

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sunny-reis · 10 months

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hi! can i request akito shinonome x reader where they get into an argument? maybe it takes them a few days to make up because akito is stubborn and reader is a bit shy and overthinks like "what if he doesnt want me anymore" or whatever. oneshot please..! thank you, and have a nice day!! dont write if you dont wanna :)

oneshot - post-argument tension w/ akito

i wish i never ever told you all about it, but i just had to let you know; never meant to hurt you, tho

notes: pjsk req woohoo 🤠 i'm not sure if you wanted them to make up after the whump so ,.,,.,. we ball lmao

tags: gender-neutral reader, you're friends with ena, an, and kohane

word count: 1,987

thirteen hours and twenty-six minutes.

that’s how long you’ve gone without hearing the familiar ding! of a message from akito. it’s almost half past nine now, you note, double-checking the small alarm clock on the side table by your bed. it's been more than half a day since you’ve talked to the redheaded idiot you call a boyfriend, and you can't help but be pissed (and worried sick, but you're too angry to think about that right now. he doesn't deserve my worry, you think).

it all started late yesterday, when he was supposed to come over to your place after his afternoon dance practice – the two of you had made plans to visit a cute new bakery opening on main street. needless to say, he completely ignored your texts and calls, replying hours later with a simple “sorry, i forgot. catch up with you later.” being human, you replied with a series of passive-aggressive texts, inevitably leading to an explosive argument. you sat on the couch for what felt like hours after, kicking around the stupid cow plushie he won you at a summer fair now on the ground. how hard is it to call ahead? or keep a stupid promise?

and so, here you are, listening to music in bed and staring emptily at the ceiling. a single thought floats around in your head: what the hell’s up with akito? he’s never been the type to be dry, not even on the numerous times when he's been frustrated out of his mind with schoolwork, or fed up with family politics and his dad. the night goes by slowly, and after far too much moping, you huff and sit up against the headboard. pausing your music, you open the messages app to (wishfully) check for a text from akito, only to be met with the same “hey aki, call me when you're free” you sent hours ago. sighing, you text the one person you think would know where he is: ena.

you - 10:32

hey ena !

is aki home? he won't reply to me

minutes later, a message bubble pops up.

enanan - 10:37

umm yeah

but he looked pretty tired when he came home an hour ago

you bite your nail, a force of habit; akito’s dance practice ends at 3:20 at the very latest. what on earth has he been doing for the past six hours?

you - 10:38

oh okay ;-;

ena - 10:38

did he say something to you?

i’ll kick his ass if he did something stupid

just say the word !!

you let out a small laugh, wrapping the covers tighter around yourself. count it on ena to keep him straight.

you - 10:39

nonono i was just overthinking !

poor guy’s probably exhausted :(

ena - 10:40

probably

get some rest though !! no man’s worth losing sleep over

you - 10:40

yeahhh i probably should

you too !!

ena - 10:41

eh i’ll try

night y/n :)

you - 10:41

nighttt

unfaithful to your words, you do not get some rest. instead, you spend far more time than you should mindlessly scrolling through anything and everything you can find on your phone to distract yourself from your thoughts, somehow ending up playing through a particularly spicy story on episode at two am. looking up from the dim screen, you sigh. ena’s right - no man’s worth losing sleep over. tapping furiously through the rest of the episode, you toss your phone under the pillow next to you and shut your eyes, trying to sleep.

although you managed to get a good six hours of sleep, you find your eyes shooting awake at 8:37 am. although it's the weekend, a sunday, you've become accustomed to waking up at the ass-crack of dawn to get ready. sitting up and stretching, you quietly pad down to the bathroom to fix yourself, being rid of last night's woes.

after a small breakfast of cereal and orange juice, you make a list of everything you plan to do today; an, a member of akito’s dance group and one of your closest friends, proposed you, ena, and kohane go out for lunch at one of the numerous cafes on main street. going outside definitely sounds better than sitting at home and sulking, so you set off to the cafe an send the address to at noon.

a little bell chimes as you open the door, instantly hit by the sweet aroma of various pastries on display. you see everything, from blueberry muffins to finely decorated cakes; your wallet feels lighter at the sight of them. making your way over to a table in the secluded corner where an waves at you, signature smile plastered on your face, you sit down on the booth. next to you sits ena, and across, an and kohane.

“hey, y/n, good to see you!” says ena, followed by a small wave from kohane.

“hello hello! i haven't seen you in a while, kohane, how’s everything going?” you ask, setting your bag down next to you.

“sorry,” she replies sheepishly, “we've been so busy with practice and school, i barely get the energy to catch up!”

“aw,” you frown, once again thinking about akito, “don't tire yourself out too much.”

“ah, it's only for a little bit! once we finish nail last routine, we’ll be done with practice and ready to perform!” an laughs; kohane only sighs.

“yeah, but it's so hard…toya and akito have been cooped up at the studio for ages, now. if it’s hard for them, imagine how hard it is for me!”

“hey, don't sell yourself short, kohane! i’ve seen the way you dance, you make it look so easy!” says ena, taking a sip of the her coffee. you nod in agreement.

“trust me, whatever you're doing is working! aki’s tried teaching me some moves – let's just say it didn't end well.” the four of you chatter away giddily until a waiter brings over a fancy rack of desserts to sample, courtesy of an. there are a humble few slices of cake, and far too many small treats you don't know the name of.

“wow, an, you sure have a keen eye for desserts!” says ena, happily finishing her coffee with a cat-shaped cookie.

“of course i do, i haven't been working at a cafe for nothing!”

“oh, you!”

a little while after you all finish, you say your goodbyes to an and kohane, leaving you an ena at scramble crossing.

“so…do you wanna walk around, or go back home? i have some time to kill.” she asks, the two of you crossing the road as the cars come to a halt.

“i’m fine with walking, i don't really have anything to do at home.” you shrug, checking your watch. it’s only 2:45 and the only thing waiting for you at home is a full washing machine, so you opt to wander around the city with ena.

somewhere around the local playground, the two of you have a heart-to-heart on the far-too-small swings.

“has everything been okay with you and akito?” she asks, leaning against the chain, “i feel like something’s up. you can talk to me about it if you want.” you sigh.

“well…kind of? i think he's been ignoring me and i’m really worried. i don't think i did anything to upset him, and he’s been really exhausted lately.”

“oh, yeah, he's been coming home later too. i don't blame him, really. i guess perfectionism is a family disease.”

“definitely,” you shake your head, “i'm not angry at him at all, but i feel…hurt.” she sits up alertly.

“why? did he say something?”

“no, no, that's the problem! he missed our date the other day, but he said sorry and we fought over text. i feel so bad, but i know i’m not being irrational, and he's ghosting me! we’ve fought before, but what if this is it?” ena mumbles under her breath, something about a “stupid kid”.

“you both really are perfect for each other, you know that?” you tilt your head in confusion.

“how so?”

“you're both so hard-headed,” she laughs, “and stupid, sometimes. although that's more him than you.”

“i guess so.”

“but seriously, let me talk to him at home. maybe then he’ll get the balls to apologize and it’ll all be okay again.”

“you don't need to get tangled up in this mess, ena, don't worry-”

“oh, shut up! no man is worth lowering your standards for, that applies to him, too! maybe it’ll do you both some good, too.”

“you're the best, really.” you say, squeezing her hand.

“oh, i know.” ena flounces; you laugh, getting off the swing and brushing the sand off your lap. the walk to your house is short, or so you assure ena, but she walks back with you anyways.

“don't worry about akito, okay? i’ll handle him.” she says, walking down the steps to your house. you nod, waving at her as she leaves. deep down, the two of you know that won't be happening – worrying about akito is a part of the package, so you’ve come to realize.

you decide to spend the rest of the day lazing around on the couch, snacking on popcorn as you binge chick flicks. as you subconsciously replay the events of the past two days in the back of your mind, the guilt settles in. you sit up, checking your phone for any messages and signs of life from akito, and flinching at the sudden brightness. looking around, the state of the living room is as pathetic as you feel. there are popcorn kernels where you tried (and failed) to throw them in the small trash can, pillows strewn all over the floor, blankets folded messily, each mess driving you crazier by the minute. pausing the movie, you sigh, getting up to clean whatever you see. although you still feel like garbage mentally, seeing the room decently clean makes you feel slightly better.

before you realize it, you're yawning and no longer paying attention to mean girls playing on the laptop in bed. sitting up and stretching, you set it on the nightstand, wrap yourself up in a blanket cocoon, and begin to fall asleep.

you're woken out of your peaceful slumber by the abrupt ring of the doorbell. rubbing your eyes, you pad to the front door, opening it to see none other than-

“aki? what are you doing here, it’s the middle of the night?” he’s drenched, clearly having walked here in the ongoing downpour behind him. how cliché. you let him in, helping him feel off his jacket and fetching him a towel.

“so, are we gonna talk about the elephant in the room?” you ask, sitting down next to him on the couch. he looks down at his feet.

“yeah, we probably should.”

“speak your peace, then, i’m listening.”

“well…i’m sorry i've been an ass,” akiro sighs, “everything’s been so overwhelming lately.”

“i’m sorry, too. i shouldn’t have been so passive-aggressive, it clearly only made things worse.” he shakes his head.

“no, i get it. i was in the wrong and i lashed out at you for no reason. i missed our date, too! i’ve been really shitty to you, you don't deserve any of that.”

“i understand why it happened, aki,” you say, giving him a small smile and grasping his hand in yours, “you can talk to me when things get rough, though, you know what.”

“i know, i know, and i'm sorry.”

“no use dwelling on the past now, i guess, yeah?”

akito nods, laying down on your lap; you play with his hair absentmindedly, listening to him mumble about his week. the weight on your chest is lifted just by the sight of him opening up to you again, and you feel much better.

“hey, aki, promise me something.”

“hm?”

“don't ghost me again, or i’ll kick your ass.”

#asks #reqs #anon #pjsk #akito x reader #akito imagines #akito oneshots #pjsk x reader

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asamitakamybeloved · 1 year

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Speculation After CSM Ch 113

I am almost certain that they're not trapped with Eternity. I'm pretty sure this is Famine's power alone that's stranded them in the endless aquarium. This is significant because Denji is immediately reminded of the Eternity Devil fight and is going to try to deal with it the same way he did the first time, only to discover that there's no devil coming after them that he can fight. He will absolutely get frustrated by this fact.

As long as this ISN'T the Eternity devil and it's just a Horseman power, Famine has tied Asa's hands. No devil body to combat means Denji can't get them out of there on his own, and Asa is basically a normal human unless she turns the items on her person into weapons (which would not be helpful in this situation). That leaves Asa with no choice but to comply or wait for Famine to let them out herself.

Famine has made things super inconvenient for Yoru's plan. Asa needs two things to make a weapon: guilt and ownership. I think she and Denji will have nothing to do but talk, and that will build her guilt. Now the problem here is how to make Denji "hers." They're in a stressful situation and they already are kind of fed up with each other, Denji's probably ticked because he can't find Eternity, Asa's panicking because the devils are forcing her hand, and now they're both getting starved. Not exactly peak conditions for Denji to fall for her even if Asa WERE willing to kill him.

The other troublesome thing here is that it derails Yoru's original intention for Asa to create a weapon so powerful it can take down Chainsaw Man. Turning Denji into a weapon after getting to know him in a short period time would spark some guilt, but not nearly as much as she would have had if she had a chance to grow close with or fall for him organically. Asa would not get to maximize the potential of this weapon, even if she could use Denji.

To escape the situation, I think she either has to come clean to him about Yoru and/or Famine wanting her to kill him, or she admits she was "responsible" for the deaths of her prez/teacher/mom/bestie and sparks up his empathy because of his own involvement with Power and Aki's demise. Their shared experience in this department is why I so desperately want them to end up together and heal each other. Denji's been pretty forgiving with all the women who wanted to kill him, so I wonder if the events of Part 1 changed that character trait or if he'll still be understanding of Asa's circumstances.

I don't think him changing into Chainsaw Man is gonna happen though because why have these elaborate plot elements that make Yoru fail to discover his identity, only for Yoru to find out (by reading Asa's mind) he IS Chainsaw Man when Asa and Denji finally escape?

Also, there's the obvious, glaring irony of the fact that he is Chainsaw Man and Asa's trying to make a weapon to fight Chainsaw Man. Can hybrids even be made into weapons? Denji doesn't die easily so would it even matter if she made him into one if she could, since his body could probably be restored as long as he has the Pochita heart? Also, Famine seems to be able to read Asa's mind-- does she already know that Denji is Chainsaw Man? Anyways, if Asa discovers that Denji's Chainsaw Man, then the entire objective of forming a relationship with Denji for weapons-purposes goes way out the window. Perhaps it will free her up to form a real relationship once she knows she can't use him...?

There could be a perspective shift (like when we followed Yuko briefly) where we cut to the devils, with Yoru trying to get Famine to give it up and let them out. Maybe if Asa is willing to make Denji a weapon even if she does not succeed in actually doing so, then that will be enough for Famine to allow them to go.

#asaden #mitaka asa #asa mitaka #csm #chainsaw man part 2 #denjasa #p2 #mine #denasa #denji

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oh-surprise-its-me · 8 months

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@aki-draws-things

Here’s an incomplete list of things Ron has said while in a fever state.

(Ron, like me, sometimes forgets that you’re really not supposed to drink on NyQuil. That’s the result of some of the crazier ones.)

“But what if the dinosaurs do come back and they decide to eat everyone besides me and then I’m alone.” This is said while crying after watching jurassic Park in a fever state that they didn’t know about

“But what if the cow decides to come inside?” Not actually a crazy question, Chris was looking after a calf and it needed bottle fed. Chris did end up bringing it into the bathroom. Tom came home and just stared for a while before deciding not to ask.

“What if I wake up and you aren’t here. It was all a dream and I’m in my dads house and I’m 12 and never going to escape.” This one is said sobbing. Chris and Tom both cry when they hear it. They feel horrible that they can’t convince him it’s real.

“Why is Jake so tall. He’s just a baby.” This is said while holding Jake. He doesn’t realize he’s holding the 2 year old so Chris takes Jake back.

*2022* “if I was a worm would you still love me?” Tom and Chris both think maybe he’s dying. Jesus what the fuck Ron.

“If I wanted to I could marry you. I would. Fuck my dad I’ll marry you.” This is said to a scarecrow. Chris and Tom drag him back inside and make him lay back down for a long time.

“Get the kid.” Chris ends up bringing Jake back with him. “Noo wrong kid the other kid.” They stare at each other for a good minute. Tom from the kitchen asks if he means the goat. “Absolutely the goat. I would ask for chickie if I wanted Jake? But I always want Jake. I’ll take both.” The baby goat is dropped off a few seconds later. Jake holds onto the goat while sitting and sniffling in Ron’s lap.

“Baby if you became Batman would you still love us?” 15 year old Jake just shoves his pa back down onto the couch.

“If I die you get everything important to me. You’ve gotta take care of them. Promise me.” This is said to Tom in 1998. Tom refuses to acknowledge that it was ever said to him but he of course agreed.

“If this doesn’t work. You’ve gotta make sure Tommy doesn’t follow me. You’ve gotta keep him with you. Keep him alive.” This is said to Chris during the same fever. Ron truly thought he was going to die. He was in the hospital for a week.

“Bring me the cat I want to kiss her head.” This is how they know he’s sick the one time. He loves the cats but damn. Not enough to admit he wants to kiss their heads. (He kisses their heads privately.)

“Jakey why haven’t you kissed Bradley yet. It’s painful to watch.” Jake staring at his father wondering if smothering him with the pillow would get him in trouble. “Because I haven’t and he doesn’t like me?” Ron pats his face and nods. “You’re as bad with feelings as Tommy sometimes chickie.” “HEY.”

“I love you two more then the moon and the stars.” He gets a kiss for this one. And then a week later gets to take care of two sick idiots who insist on kissing him when he’s sick.

#ron slider kerner #chris seresin #ron slider kerner x chris seresin #tom iceman kazansky #top gun #ron x chris x tom #tom kazansky x ron kerner #chris seresin x tom iceman kazansky #tom x ron x chris #slider is jake's dad au #jake hangman seresin #mac writes top gun

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akidenshitpost · 1 year

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imagine a world where the infinity demon encounter happens before that scene with Makima where she officially gives Denji the mission to defeat the gun devil. finding the infinity demon is just Aki's assignment that day, and the gun devil flesh hasn't been explained to Denji yet. this also means that when Denji meets Himeno, and she offers him a kiss if he does good work, Denji is immediately on board and is also a bit more interested in Himeno. I mean, he's just coming off of the unsatisfying boob touch experience with Power, and Makima hasn't propositioned him yet, so his devotion is still a slight bit more undedicated.

so when they get trapped in the hotel, Denji picks up a bit more on Aki and Himeno being kinda close... and what's that about? Denji's curious. Denji wants to know more. and when the boredom sets in, he ends up pestering Aki about it. what is she to him? have they kissed? have they... you know... done it?

Aki is mostly just kind of reluctant to share details... all he really wants to do is focus on finding a way out of this place. and in truth, no, things haven't really gone that far with Himeno... she's been physically affectionate to him on occasion, but there's a sort of distance that she maintains. Aki might not be able to explicitly verbalize this vibe, but it's as though she wants to do something with him flippantly, to prove it wouldn't mean anything... but it would mean something. so she can't. she knows she'd actually fuck up her emotions that way. so they haven't really done anything, and it's been this way for a while... she just plays chicken with their bond, like she's fighting between the urge to care about him completely, and the urge to put a buffer of indifference between them so the loss won't hurt as much if...

...

but Denji wouldn't understand all that. or he might... but Aki probably couldn't explain all of what he's intuiting in the first place. he just knows that the affection between himself and Himeno feels a bit delicate, and Denji is a bull in a china shop. and more importantly, Himeno seems to think Denji's cute, but its clear to Aki that the only way she'd get close to Denji, is if he really means that little to her.

so Aki has the unenviable task of trying to temper Denji's excitement over maybe getting a kiss in his future, while also trying not to look defensive, as though he and Himeno are actually together. Aki once again probably hasn't really verbalized this thought to himself yet, but Denji makes him uneasy because he's so gullible. and at one point maybe Aki gets frustrated and points out that Denji shouldn't really care about getting a kiss from Himeno specifically. she certainly won't think it's anything special to her, but Denji doesn't even know her well enough to understand that. he clearly doesn't even care who does it... couldn't he just ask anyone?

and there may have been a subconscious idea starting to form around that statement... but none of it has a chance to matter before things kick off with the infinity demon. everything goes the same, but Aki jumping in to protect Denji from Kobeni feels a bit more personal now.

and then the aftermath happens too. the work mixer. that god awful kiss. and Denji still hasn't heard Makima's proposal yet, so in his mind he's purely 0 for 2 when it comes to attempted intimacy.

later on, he ends up moping around Aki's apartment... Power got fed up with that in record time and went out for a bit, so it's just him and Aki. and Aki actually doesn't want to be like "I told you so" but this is sort of what he was worried about... Denji got his hopes up, and then they got viscerally knocked back down again. he settles on telling Denji that he's sorry... that kiss did go way worse than he ever could've imagined, but even past that... Himeno wasn't really invested in this the way Denji was.

Denji still seems dejected though, so Aki decides, on impulse, to try and rectify the situation a little. so he leans into Denji's space and kisses him properly.

it doesn't last very long... and it's nothing like what Himeno had even started to do. it's a lot more chaste... no tongue, just the sentimental press of his lips, soft and warm. it's... sweet. and when Aki pulls away, his face is so plain and earnest as he tells Denji that that's what it's supposed to be like.

Denji feels his face and neck burning, but now that he knows this is possible... I mean, it's not fair, is it? Aki caught him off guard, he was barely paying attention... show him again? he noses forward a bit and Aki kind of understands why Makima compares Denji to a dog. his unsubtly eager body language gives away everything about what he wants, and Aki finds himself leaning in again.

their lips connect, and it's immediately different this time. now that Denji knows what's happening, he's more participatory. he nudges forward, blindly seeking more, and the kiss deepens before Aki even has a chance to think. and no, Denji doesn't know how to use his tongue, or how to fit their mouths together right, but somehow it feels good anyway? Denji is enthusiastic, and Aki can tell he's starting to get it after a moment. Denji is beginning to repeat whatever he's noticing he likes, and Aki is trying his best to respond, tipping his head for a better angle, and meeting his movements halfway. Aki doesn't even know when Denji ended up practically in his lap, but Denji eventually presses forward enough that Aki falls back on his elbows, and that's how they end up... out of breath and crowded into each other's space.

so basically, Aki makes up for Denji's horrible first kiss with Himeno, by giving him a much better second kiss... and third. possibly more. they lose track eventually.

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I live! Stressful time at work, caught the plague exactly for my birthday (yeah, I was so pissed) and trying to make it through a very secret project. But I'm gonna write!!

And leaving this to you~

Hydra husbands, Some bad guy (or the good ones, considering the ship) manage to get hands on Jack, kidnap him and all that, maybe trying to get infos. Not realizing that Brock, and most of STRIKE will go bloody ballistic on them to get him back. Jack knows, he knows they'll come. He hopes... Cause they will, won't they?

@aki-draws-things Oh no, I hope you're feeling better and also Happy belated Birthday!! :D

Take this as a birthday present if you will, I think this is the worst Jack has ever been whumped by me :')

Tw/CW : torture, vomit, faeces, urine pls let me know if i need to add anything

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The world was swimming in silhouettes in front of Jack’s eyes. Blood loss, dehydration, the list was long. They had gotten him. And now he was paying the price for that.

He knew Brock would come. He knew he would.

***

He didn’t know how much time had passed. He couldn’t say. There had been no meals. Just water in a bowl, shoved into his cell. It was dark inside. No light, nothing. Jack wasn’t afraid of the dark.

***

Jack doubled over and threw up what little water was in his stomach. The smell of vomit and piss strong in his nose. It must’ve been a few days now, at least. He was shaking. He was not afraid of the dark.

***

Then they opened the door and there was a ray of light. They dragged him along, his hands bound behind his back. Everything was too bright.

He didn’t talk when they asked him to. The food they brought, it made tears spring to his eyes, but he didn’t talk. Brock would come.

When they brought him back they didn’t untie him. His hands uselessly strapped behind him, they threw him back into his cell and his heartrate picked up. He wasn’t afraid of the dark.

He stumbled and tripped over, falling, falling, falling. He passed out.

When he woke up his face hurt, his nose hurt. He was still tied. He creeped to his bowl of water. Drinking from it, like a dog.

No one saw the tears he spilled, when he laid down, panting with salvia and water dripping from his chin.

***

They left him like this. He shit his pants, pissed in them, unable to get them off. He wasn’t afraid of the dark but he was of hell.

They fed him, made him open his mouth like a filthy animal, they patted his head, called him names.

***

When they came and gripped him under his arms, carrying him out, he didn’t open his eyes. He couldn’t take it.

They threw him in a room, sprayed ice cold water all over him. His lungs felt like they were collapsing. Squeezing together and leaving him gasping and shaking on the wet tiles. They wouldn’t stop and he wouldn’t talk. When he woke up, he was naked. It was dark.

Brock would come.

He sobbed and lapped up some of the water from his bowl before he curled up to a ball on the hard floor.

***

Everything was too loud. Loud, loud, loud. Jack shook his head. Erratic, haunted.

The door opened. And people stormed his cell.

People were yelling, people were directing their flashlights to him. He screamed, trashed, everything too much, too loud. And still, arms gripped him, dragged him along, outside. His feet scratched over the floor. Cracking open.

He felt something warm wrapped around himself, straps holding him upright and Brock. He heard him, yelling commands and then, right there, Jack sobbed again. Brock had come for him. Brock had come.

#aki tag #jack rollins #brock rumlow #hydrahusbands #rumrollins #hydra #hydra husbands #jack rollins x brock rumlow #brock rumlow x jack rollins #whump #torture

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lemonmaid · 1 year

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Lay with me.

I'm in a mood again, so this was a small thing I'm writing. Kinda venting kinda not. But slightly modern, no devils really.

WARNINGS: Bad Trip, Dorothy Syndrome, Makima is alive but a drug dealer, bad world building. Weed.

"Aki"

"AK-"

Aki covered Angel's mouth, "Please.... shush", he groaned.

Aki's eyes shifted to the water bottle sitting on the floor, pointing at Angel to grab it. "You almost scared me there, by the way".

Aki took gulps of water, throat burning raw from the small session.

Aki laid back down, "Why?".

Angel chucked, "Well for one, you were stoned out of your mind, mumbling, crying, then sleeping".

"Did I really?" Aki sighed, 'this is embarrassing'.

"Yeah.... remember? You wanted to try this with me?". Angel motioned to the small bag of weed, that he may or may not have gotten from Makima.

Aki wanted to get close to Angel and apparently this is how Angel liked to spend his free time, forgetting about the world and get high.

Aki did a long sigh, "Oh. That's. I just had a wild and bad trip, that's all". Aki closed his eyes, focusing on the rain hitting on the window.

Angel hummed, looking at the ceiling, "Really? You're such a snoozer. Crying and sleeping on me? What kind of things did you see?". He smirked.

Aki pulled Angel's hands into his hair, motioning for Angel to play with it, "Yeah... you were an angel....".

Angel sighed, pulling Aki's hair down, "don't say that".

"It's true, I know I don't say this often, but I appreciate you, Angel".

Angel pulled Aki towards his legs, looking down at him, gaze softened.

Holding Aki's face, rubbing his cheeks, "Aki, never change. For me? Maybe that's selfish but I love you just the way you are".

Aki hummed, pressing small pecks on Angel's fingers.

The two saw headlights coming through the window, Angel sighed and pulled away from Aki, "I guess your family is home, time for me to go then".

Aki grabbed Angel's hand, "can't you stay?".

Angel started picking his things up from the floor, "sorry, I don't wanna bother or make things complicated with your family".

Aki sighed. "You don't want to meet them this time?".

"It's not that, just don't want to meet your hyper active dog and cat and be a bad influence". Motioning towards the weed, "you also might wanna get rid of the smell in here, your brother? His name is Denji right?"

"Yes, My adopted brother, Denji".

"Well, I would burn popcorn. It gets rid of any smell in the whole house".

Angel opened the window, letting in heavy rain in, "Well... I'll see you later Aki".

Aki was getting irritate, "It's literally raining hard outside, you are really going to get soak in order to avoid my family?". Fed up with all the bullshit in his life.

Angel pulled himself up, getting out of the room, "Aki, I'm not going to argue with you. I'll see you later".

And just like that he was gone, Aki sat in silence, alone with his thoughts until a door slammed and the loud voice of Power and Denji.

"AKIIII WE ARE HUNGRY" yelled Power.

Denji banged on Aki's door, "YEAHHH! WHAT'S THE SMELL? It smells like ASS".

Aki sighed, "IN A MINUTE ASSHOLES".

"DON'T BE A DICK, Power you hear this shit?"

"Yeah what got his panties in a twist".

Aki walked our of his room, "I swear to god i will return you guys to whatever pound or firestaion if you guys can not act right".

#aki hayakawa #angel devil #akiangel #aki angst #chainsaw man #chainsaw man au #aki x angel

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mesillusionssousecstasy · 1 year

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Gossip Girl Reboot 2x09: Quotes

- “It’s thrilling at first to find yourself in new territory. Like a drug taking you higher than you ever thought you could go. But remember, all drugs have a comedown. And every leap of faith can end in a crash landing.” (GG)

- “A de Haan never surrenders. (Greyson de Haan) - I didn’t surrender. I was defeated. (Monet) - And de Haans do not claw their way to the top. They get there on their own, or they don’t deserve to.” (Camille de Haan)

- “But what good’s a reward without a little risk? My advice, be bold. Because at the end of the day, how do you want to be remembered?” (GG)

- “Congratulations. You officially have the body to match that bleeding heart.” (Julien)

- “The one person you cannot have sympathy for is GG. She’s created this world where we’ve traded basic human decency for voyeuristic nihilism. It’s a whole new low.” (Julien)

- “The way your mind works is truly terrifying.” (Aki)

- “We need to talk about the eight-letter elephant in the room.” (Audrey)

- “How do you know if you mean it, you know? (Max) - ... been in a relationship for longer than three days before us. I mean, if he meant it, it’s kind of a big deal. And that we didn’t reciprocate is... (Aki) - ... humiliating. Is it possible that you said it because you do love them? Then the only question left is... (Max) - ... why we didn’t say it back? (Audrey) - He did pretend like he didn’t say it, so why don’t we do the same? (Aki) - Yeah, you’re right. I need to tell them the truth. I need to tell them that I actually meant it. (Max) - You’re so right. Knowing Max, we’ll never hear about it again.” (Audrey)

- “It’s only half personal. (Julien) - Between us, there’s some throuple trouble. (Luna) - No. Max. What’s going with Aki? (Luna) - What’s up with Max? (Julien) - Not to be repeated, okay? But he dropped the L-bomb and received radio silence in return. Declare war on the one person who finally put my mom “in her place?” I’m sorry, JC, I’m solidly team GG.” (Luna)

- “I... I don’t want anything to be weird. (Max) - Neither do we. (Audrey) - Which is why I’m saying this while I still have the courage. I love you. Both of you. I said it and I meant it, and I... I’m saying it again. Okay, You go. Yeah. Unbelievable.” (Max)

- “Gossip Girl can’t handle being scooped. I need something so hot she can’t hold on to it.” (Julien)

- “What’s up? (Obie) - Max said, “I love you.” (Aki) - That’s great. (Obie) - But we didn’t say it back. (Aki) - Okay, not so great.” (Obie)

- “Extra dirty. This reminds me of the last time we got day drunk. Best Purim ever. Shouldn’t you be menacing Munich? Or perhaps blitzing London? Why not get blitzed right here? (Heidi) - Can’t you tell my misery doesn’t want you company? (Max) - Yeah. I see your love for playing mind games continues, liebling. (Heidi) - I’m not playing anything. And I don’t love anything, either. (Max) - I’m with you. Lust only, no unnecessary frills. Like that night we toured the city’s best hotel bathrooms. There’s been a lot of new construction since the pandemic. I’ve been dying to be seen inside the Brooklyn Ace. (Heidi) - I don’t cheat on my partners. Gute Nacht, Heidi.” (Max)

- “He’s definitively mad. Why didn’t I just say it? It should have been so easy. It’s on the tip of my tongue sometimes. I’ve almost said it a bunch. Do I not know how to say it? Am I deep down incapable of it? (Audrey) - You tell me you love me all the time. (Aki) - Yeah, and I do. I mean... Look, things have been so good between the three of us until now, right? Why couldn’t you say it? Fuck, that’s him.” (Audrey)

- “She lives on drama. She’s not been fed lately.” (Camille de Haan)

- “Where even the backchannels have backchannels. (Kate) - More like for the one percent to talk shit in person instead of on Bloomberg.” (Camille de Haan)

- “When I tell you things, they’re between us. I thought you knew that. (Luna) - No, wait. Lun, you’re right. I never should have betrayed your trust. (Julien) - Or mine. This is the hundredth time that you have used me to get what you want. And I promise you, it’s the last.” (Zoya)

- “You haven’t said a word to me since the hotel. I promise that kiss meant nothing. And I... I was planning to tell you everything. (Aki) - Look, I can only deal with one crisis of the heart at a time. Trust me, I will handle you later. But right now, we need to prioritize Max. When are you leaving for the summit? (Audrey) - I was gonna take the helicopter up tomorrow, but I guess I could cancel. (Aki) - Tell them you’re gonna drive up with me and Max instead. (Audrey) - You wanna go to the summit? (Aki) - We need a romance resuscitation. Somewhere in that clean, fresh air. When it’s romantic and organic... we can say how we really feel. And nothing about some girl that you don’t even care about. Right?” (Audrey)

- “Well, I just... I thought I would try something new. (Julien) - New? Yeah. You walking around pretending to be somebody that you’re not sounds like any other day to me. (Zoya) - Sisterly bonding? (Julien) - Fine. Just try not to weaponize anything I tell you.” (Zoya)

- “Hey, at least the booze is free, right?” (Mr Lott)

- “You’re not listening to me. I don’t want to hear it. I have too much shit going on right now. Like how I’m low-key spiraling because I don’t know how to say “I love you” to one of my boyfriends but have no problem saying it to the other. Or that, thanks to you, I now know one of them kissed someone else. But if you had it your way, all of that would take a back seat to your persistent melodramas. So if you cannot hear me, at least read my lips. Leave me alone. Please.” (Audrey)

- “This feud is such season five energy. Get over it already. (Monet) - I don’t know why she can’t see that I’m doing this for her too. (Julien) - Because like most people, she lacks the guts to do what’s necessary. But... we’re not like most people. (Monet) - Is that why you wanted me to wear a wig? (Julien) - It’s a shame that I wasn’t more specific, though. That shit is clearly synthetic.” (Monet)

- “Surely, you’re not asking me to compromise my company’s journalistic integrity? (Mr Menzies) - Well, the way I see it, sir, Gossip Girl is its own press source. For anybody to try and silence that, you know, could be an assault to journalistic integrity everywhere. (Obie) - Otto, let me give you a word of advice. When you request permission to ask a question when what you really mean is a favor, it better be worth it.” (Mr Menzies)

- “Max is our boyfriend, Dad. And I know you know that. (Aki) - Sorry. Forgive me. So hard to keep track of what you’re into these days. (Mr. Menzies) - With all due respect, Mr. Menzies, we’re not... we’re not “into” anything. We’re in a relationship. (Audrey) - Just what about this constitutes a relationship? I’d say it’s just a very clever way to sow one’s oats. (Mr. Menzies) - For your information, I don’t need to “sow my oats.” Because I already know that there’s no one that I’d rather have on either side of me. And in the spirit of education, you should know this is a more serious relationship than I’ve ever had before. And I’m just realizing now how much that was scaring me from saying how I feel. It’s stupid because, you know what? Max is worth it. And Aki is worth it. We are worth it. Together. (Audrey) - You’ve clearly convinced yourselves. I guess we’ll just let time be the final judge, won’t we?” (Mr. Menzies)

- “There must be some sort of misunderstanding. (Julien) - Yes, I know her. Though I’m sure once again I’m going to wish I didn’t. (Monet) - But it does! Julien, if you’d just stop thinking about destroying Gossip Girl for one second, you would see that I’m the only one still willing to put up with you. (Zoya) - I’m trying to get rid of her for all of us. (Julien) - All of who? Look around. You are all you have left!” (Zoya)

- “So, you both meant what you said? (Max) - Of course. Look, we don’t need anyone to approve of our relationship. We just need our relationship. (Audrey) - Yeah. We’re in this together. The three of us. (Aki) - And for tonight’s finale, yes, I’m triple-dipping. Has a member of our favorite trio been a little “Unfaithful”? And id JC help orchestrate an “Indecent Proposal” with a certain USC co-ed? All with Wolfe’s “Eyes Wide Shut”? Pardon the film references. I just wanna make it very clear. Aki cheated, and Audrey lied about it. (GG) - Are you serious? (Max) - Why can’t they just stalk the theater kids at LaGuardia? (Audrey) - Max... (Aki) - And you knew about it? (Max) - Max, please... (Audrey) - Once again, everything works out for you when it’s about fucking, but when it’s about fucking feelings, everything goes to shit! (Max) - Max. Come one (Aki) - This is what you wanted, right? (Audrey) - I wanted us to get our lives back. (Julien) - Quit acting like you and Gossip Girl are different. You’re the fucking same. You us information for your own good and no one else’s. At least she admits it. Have you ever considered this whole war of yours is just a smokescreen to hide the fact that you feel so horribly guilty on how you’ve treated us your whole life? I didn’t think so.” (Aki)

- “I’ve been waiting patiently and miserably, but no longer. Okay? This is not a relationship. This is the love story of Aki and Audrey and sometimes Max when you need a little something extra. (Max) - That’s not true. It’s three for all or none for none. Remember? (Audrey) - Was it three for all when you made me hook up with people so you could stay in the closet? And was it three for all when I jumped through hoops to impress your dad? And is it three for all when you two keep secrets from me? You know what? Enjoy your weekend together ‘cause I’m fucking outta here.” (Max)

- “And now an update to yesterday’s editorial. Because here’s the problem with pushing limits. You don’t know your own limit until it’s too late.” (GG)

- “Max still isn’t answering. We were ready to make things right with him and Julien ruined it. (Audrey) - Well, she fucked up, but so did we. (Aki) - What do you mean? (Audrey) - We were the ones who couldn’t tell him how we felt. I just hope it’s not too late.” (Aki)

- “And just a friendly reminder. I know every limit and boundary that you possess. I see you for who you are. Not who you pretend to be.” (GG)

- “Told you. I have a sixth sense. (Heidi) - Please. I’ve had my fill of bullshit today. (Max) - No. Relationship problems? Another martini for my friend. (Heidi) - Let’s... let’s get that drink at my place.” (Max)

- “And here’s another dark truth you don’t want to admit. You can’t change who you are. You never could. You’re simply becoming more and more yourselves every day. The worst versions, might I add. But I won’t let you get away with it. And like it or not, there’s nothing you can do to stop me. I can’t even stop myself.” (GG)

- “What you did wasn’t wrong. Just how you did it. My dad’s career is most likely over. She destroyed him. And for what? Not only that, but.... she teamed up with the worst people to do it. She won’t take us down anymore. We won’t let her. Let’s kill Gossip Girl.” (Zoya)

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Now it's your turn to answer the ask meme thingy! For fandom Haikyuu. For a ship, AkiAngel. I know nothing beyond what I've gathered from your blog about either of these so I'm interested to see what you say

Thank you for asking~!

Oh man Haikyuu's going to be so hard, I have so many ships there....

So, for Haikyuu:

Favorite character: Tsukishima Kei

Least Favorite character: I don't think there is anyone I dislike actually... In terms of just being indifferent, I guess I'd have to choose one of the other teams' coaches?

5 Favorite ships (canon or non-canon): Tsukishima/Kuroo/Akaashi/Bokuto (that's me cheating, because I love them in any possible configuration, so if I wanted to list them in pairs... there wouldn't be any slots left), Oikawa/Iwaizumi, Hanamaki/Matsukawa, Tsukishima/Yamaguchi, Kageyama/Hinata (also special shoutout to Ukai/Takeda)

Character I find most attractive: I don't really find them attractive...

Character I would marry: Bokuto

Character I would be best friends with: I just spent five minutes thinking about it and I just don't know ;;;

a random thought: I can't believe Kurotsukki is turning into a rarepair, I'll never get over it

An unpopular opinion: I really like Shiratorizawa. Is it unpopular?

My Canon OTP: Tanaka/Shimizu

My Non-canon OTP: Gotta be Kurotsukki (although lately I'm in Bokuto/Tsukishima hell)

Most Badass Character: Ushiwaka

Most Epic Villain: Does Oikawa count? Because he's pretty epic

Pairing I am not a fan of: romantic Kuroo/Kenma, I just see them as best friends

Character I feel the writers screwed up (in one way or another): I'm a little salty that there's so little Tsukishima post timeskip, does it count as screwing up?

Favourite Friendship: oh man... all of them tbh, but if I had to choose... Tsukishima and Yamaguchi, they really bring out the best in each other and support each other the best they can.

Character I most identify with: I would say... Tsukishima for the emotional turmoil part, but mostly Ukai (the younger one ^^") - I'm at this point in my life, when I mostly identify with tired, grumpy teacher figures...

Character I wish I could be: Hinata, for his persistence in chasing his dreams

and now for AkiAngel:

When I started shipping them: As soon as I saw them in manga so... around July last year?

My thoughts: They are just the perfect combination - two hurting, scarred characters, star-crossed lovers that could never be together, and can't even touch... But also sticking to the canon, despite their own preconceptions of each other, and hating each other at the beginning, they learn to lean on each other and become this unexpected support system for one another. Like, Aki is ready to lose a couple of months of his lifetime just to save Angel, and later tries to save him, and Angel in turn looks out for Aki to lessen his burden just little and support him, no matter the decision Aki makes.

What makes me happy about them: That they found this weird friendship and don't have to pretend in front of each other.

What makes me sad about them: That they could never reach a happy ending, it wasn't possible.

Things done in fanfic that annoys me: When it gets too fluffy - I don't believe these two have it in themselves to do fluffy fluff.

Things I look for in fanfic: ANGST, unless it's a complete AU, then I can accept a happy ending, and a moderate amount of their brand of fluff

My wishlist: Hmmm ... I think that thanks to how popular they are, especially now, after the release of an anime, I'm pretty well-fed.

Who I’d be comfortable them ending up with, if not each other: No one, since they can't have a happy ending, even with each other. (Damn, that sounds harsh ^^")

My happily ever after for them: Living together in a qpr in a house near a beach (for Angel), far away from Makima and snow (for Aki's sake), healing their wounded souls at their own pace.

#that took me five years to answer #...#ask #alohdark

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