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mmorw · 1 year

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Hii!

Can i request Aki Hayakawa and top reader - something like, rough day and work = rough sex to make up for it

please and thank you 🙏 (heavy on the please LOL)

yes, finally the big malewife ! 🫶

cw: smut. lil fluff ig. vaginal. rough sex. womb fucking. biting. marking. from behind. unprotected. small 'public' sex. gropping. clit teasing. water sports ??

so sorry for the wait !

Even if Aki wanted to, he couldn't escape from his work so easily, nor from the little brats who followed him.

He would come home, give you the usual kiss as always and would have to endure purring in your presence once Denji and Power walked through the same door and squeal happily just to see you.

For you it was never a problem to have two more children at home, despite being a small apartment, it was very cozy and, with your presence, from one moment to another the two demons took you as an extremely important figure in their lives.

You would spoon vegetables into Power's mouth when she didn't want to eat them, stroke Denji's head and the two of you would be cuddled up next to each other on the couch watching TV.

without space for Aki.

Thanks to this, you would give all your love and trust to your partner at night when you finished tucking your brats in their beds and kissing their foreheads; you would run to your bed with Aki and fill him with kisses and caresses until his purrs were much louder than Nyako's.

Of course, sometimes your bedroom door would open wide as Denji, Power and Nyako would climb into your bed and decide to sleep with you; leaving you in a very uncomfortable state if you moved on to another level of love between the two of you and were casually caught.

Today was one of those days where the brats were calmer than usual, you had pampered them a lot by preparing delicious food and tucking them in, maybe reading them a book so they could sleep without problems once you finally went to your partner's room.

after a light "I've tucked the kids in," with as much fatherly tone as possible in your voice, Aki deigned to throw himself into your arms and snuggle there, panting warmly into your neck, the warm air making your skin cheer as you moved your hands to his waist, then backside.

You fiddled with the line between his thighs and his flat ass, feeling his legs entwine against yours and their crotches rubbing gently; Aki's half-closed eyes watching you precisely, questioning if you wanted to continue, or would it be better to go to sleep.

So there you were, you didn't waste time looking for lubricant or condoms, because the slightest squeak on the floor or furniture would attract the piranhas already considered puppies for you two to see what was going on.

Even after Aki's thousand moans telling you to go carefully, it was enough to grab him by the wrists and force him to shut up while you furiously rammed into his exposed pink core, your cock pushing its way in until he orgasmed from just stimulating his g-spot and cervix at the same time.

“you don't wanna wake up the kids,” you whispered in his ear, your hand pressing gently against his mouth as Aki leaned closer to your warmth, quiet moans coming from his lips when your sensitivity attacked his sweet spot again. “don't you?”

your hand slowly left his lips and went straight down Aki's shirt, lifting it up to squeeze his breast and fiddle with his nipple while with the other, you grabbed your partner's leg and began to increase the volume of your thrusts into his dripping cunt.

Hayakawa swallowed thickly his own screams, biting his lip and throwing his head back on your shoulder as he closed his eyes tightly, his free hands clenching the sheets as you kept pounding Aki's pussy at high speed, forcing your shaft and forcing him to feel your veins throbbing inside his cunt; needing to fill him.

“I— i'm gon-na, ! ” warm tears came to his eyes again, his very mouth trying to silence his hard attempts to moan when you got his message and went crazy with it.

you kissed and bit all the skin on his neck, murmuring disgusting things in his ear only to watch his frown and side-eye judging you; you were not taking anything seriously!

“I'll clean the sheets tomorrow, calm down.” your index finger went down to his crotch and massaged at the same volume of your thrusts his throbbing clitoris, almost hearing him scream once he deepened his grip on his mouth and snuggled his back into your chest, the growing burn in his stomach begging to come out once and for all.

your grunts were enough to alarm him and bring your face close to his, kissing messily once you gave your final thrusts when; his legs flexed and he squirted on the bed sheets stifling a moan caught on your lips, with the very warmth of your warm sperm flooding his womb as you deepened your balls to grind against his wet labia, kissing around his wet cheeks as you helped calm him after such a great orgasm.

your hands went straight to his waist to massage it, roaming freely there as you smiled in satisfaction; Aki's sweet sobbing face making you simply take it and mold it between your hands until he calmed down. listening to his soft 'I love you's' as your cock throbbed inside him, finally in release.

You two would have to clean up before you heard Denji and Power with casseroles and wooden bats open the door in search of the alleged thief "attacking" Aki. ♡

#dom male reader #dom reader #sub aki hayakawa #afab aki hayakawa #sub chainsaw man #┊aki hayakawa — chainsaw man.#idk how or what the hell tag alr

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f10werfae · 1 year

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With lumberjack Henry what would happen if he did catch her playing with herself since it was mentioned in the one where she gets waxed that she's not allowed to?

Lumberjack!Henry catches his shy!short!Wife fooling around without him

A/N: Just a fun drabble for you guys:)

Disclaimer: 18+ / Lumberjack!Henry Masterlist

“Bunbun, what are you doing?” Henry rasped walking into the living room of their spacious cabin, his shy wife caught like a deer in headlights, her hips still slowly rolling against the plush couch pillow she was using to relieve herself. Her lower half was totally bare, her upper body covered by a thick velvet winter sleep jumper; one that she had begged Henry to buy for her once she saw the design of it and of course her grumpy lumberjack Henry caved in.

“S-so tingly, I-I’m sorry, help, please?” She rasped out, one of her hands reaching out for him, her newly painted nails glimmering in the fierce light coming from the fire. “Don’t know sugar, thought we had an agreement, whose pussy is this?” He questioned mockingly walking over, his middle finger coming down to softly rub on her little nub, a wet spot clearly visible onto the blue pillow. “S’yours, b-but you were busy, So I took care of it! Y-you said I needed to be more i-independent” She whimpered holding onto his wrist, her clit slowly grinding against his singular finger, chills running down her body.

“When I said be more independent, I mean when choosing what fuckin’ movie to watch, or choosing what you want to eat. Ya know I love lookin’ after you baby, you wouldn’t take that away from me wouldja?”

His mouth pulled into a frown, his brows furrowing, his eyes watching intently as his babygirl gasped thinking she had hurt her husband’s feelings; God forbid she ever did, she’d spend days crying and apologising on his lap. “No, Never! Y-you can help me now Hen” She stuttered out getting rid of the pillow, tugging on his arm gently as a giddy smile formed on her lips watching him adjust her body to the way he wanted to take it.

“W-wait I wanna see you” She whined realising her ass was facing towards him, her face looking at the arm of the chair, his hands splayed onto the small of her back; his hardened cock brushing against her from behind. “Bad girls don’t get to choose baby, now when I take your pretty ass from behind, wan’ you to bite that pillow you apparently love so much”

“B-but my thingy has been on that!” Y/n gasped still seeing the wet spot on the soft pillow in front of her, “Shoulda thought about that before you used it then bunbun, isn’t that right?” He growled right behind her ear, his belt buckle hitting her thighs as he roughly pulled down his work trousers and heavy duty belt.

“Mmm sorry h-hen, p-please let me see you” She whimpered wiggling her ass onto his boxer covered cock, hoping it was helping to persuade him; of course it didn’t the only time it mattered. Instead of replying back to her, he rewarded her with one hell of a spanking, and a glittery purple plug up her backdoor.

He would make sure she’d spend her time lookin for him, rather than wasting it on some stupid fucking pillow

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sseomtada · 8 days

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being [ruben dias]

shenanigans ensue at erling's party & later, you're interrupted by a surprise visitor.

warnings: none | wc: 4966 | 6/8

“Should I go with sapphire or teal?”

You held both options up to your chest, head tilting in the mirror with scrutiny before spinning around to do the same for your best friend. She surveyed the outfit choices. One was a jewel blue two piece with a blazer and wide legged pants. The other’s color reminded you of a hue you’d find in a rainforest, with a cropped high-neck top and maxi skirt.

“Second fit.” Aki came to her conclusion.

That’s what you were leaning more towards too. You loved the competitor, but it felt a little too CEO for a party. She wrapped up steaming out her corseted pink mini dress and summoned you to her vanity where she curled your hair.

“Should I expect to see any of your suitors tonight?” Your eyes met hers in the mirror.

Her expression soured. “Absolutely not. Why would I bring a packed lunch to a buffet?”

That nearly made your ear get burnt off as you cackled. The once perpetually booed up girl you knew had now morphed into a menacing serial dater. You were honestly impressed with her evolution. She gave the same energy she received and was refusing to claim anyone seriously until they met all of her needs.

“I can’t wait to watch your masterclass in live time.” You slipped into your outfit.

“Watch closely.” Her lips smacked post lip gloss application. “Even an old dog can learn new tricks.”

The revelation that you were back together with Ruben was still settling in with her. While she wasn’t upset about it, she was crossed that she had been robbed of playing wingwoman for you at events. You reminded her that Cindy was single and it actually worked to perk her up a little. Playing Cupid was one of her favorite pastimes.

While approaching the party, you realized that you had ventured into familiar territory. It only fully sank in once the car rolled up to the front of the building and you spotted the interior. How you failed to notice that Erling lived in the same spot as Ruben was beyond you. Well, almost.

You had been quite distracted by the later recently. The location also made you laugh, recalling that Erling had hosted the initial meeting at his place of work. He was a man that clearly liked to keep everything in close knit.

When you got out of the lift, both your mouth and Aki’s dropped a bit. This was actually what getting paid the big bucks got someone. His apartment was a sprawling penthouse, recently renovated to have the latest styles and fixtures.

“You’re here!” Cindy bounced over to give you kisses.

“We hope you weren’t too bored waiting for us.” Aki scanned a tray of treats that floated by.

“I think I managed quite fine…” Her voice trailed off along with her gaze.

You followed it to a tall brunette swaying along with the chill house music playing through the sound system. His face was familiar from some pictures you’d seen in Ruben’s apartment - one of his teammates.

Speaking of which, you felt him. The flesh on your arms raised, silent alarm ringing to alert your system to someone’s eyes being stuck on you. When you picked up on his trail, you found him cracking open a bottle of water. His cheeks rose with a smile before he took a sip.

Another alarm signaled, your target closer this time. It was Aki who peered between you two like a strict father who was chaperoning a dance. She told Cindy to give you two a second as she took you by the hand and dragged you over. Your eyes widened, body tensing to slow her momentum.

“Relax, I just wanna say something real quick.” She tugged a bit more to loosen you.

That did nothing to ease your nerves about the impending interaction. If anything, it only made your stomach twist tighter. Ruben was experiencing the same thing judging by the look on his face as she saw her coming in hot with you on her heels.

“Ruben.” Her voice was flat in greeting.

“Aki.” He swallowed thickly.

“I don’t have to remind you that I make promises, not threats, right?” Aki smiled humorlessly.

Ruben staggered out a nod. He knew exactly where she was coming from.

“Good.” She gave your fingers a squeeze and released them. “I’ll leave you two to do whatever it is that people who dated for five years - separated for seven on account of one person’s decision - and reunited while ruining my favorite chair in the office do.”

Both of you were left with open mouths and flaming faces as you watched her go back over to Cindy, who you realized would have lots of questions about the exchange. You knew that Aki was going to figure out the real reason her comfort sofa had been replaced. What a time and what a way for her to reveal it.

“That was a ramble. She can’t ramble when she’s truly upset.” Ruben whispered.

Your head inclined positively. “I think that actually went well.”

His shoulders sagged with relief. You instinctually placed your hands over them to give him a small massage. If it wasn’t obvious that something was going on between you two in any onlooker’s eyes, they would’ve caught on by now.

The way he looked at you would cement any suspicions as well. Ruben couldn’t stop himself from visibly appreciating the effort you put into tonight’s look. The feeling was very mutual. You loved him in all black, especially when his shirt strained against his chest.

He leaned forward, getting as far as touching noses with you until you reared back slightly.

“Have you told everyone here about us?” You breathed.

“I haven’t shut up about you in the past two days.” Ruben chuckled.

A hand curled around the back of his neck to bring him in for the kiss he’d so badly wanted. You did too, even more so after what he said. It wasn’t nearly enough to satisfy the craving you had for him, present company and all, but it was enough to satiate you for now.

The music lowered, but you hadn’t even noticed until you heard clinking on a glass. Your view switched from eyes you often got lost in to the reason you were all gathered here tonight. Erling waved, thanking everyone for coming out to celebrate the launch of his brand.

He went on to announce the biggest news of the night. It was the project Aki had been working so diligently to secure for him - a deal to collaborate on an activewear line with H&M. You had a timer set to drop the news on his website after the party so that it wasn’t spoiled.

“A team of hardworking women really went above and beyond for me, so thank you Erika,” He tipped his glass to his assistant and then towards your group. “Y/N, Aki and Cindy.”

You met all the kind smiles directed towards you with one of your own. If you weren’t already lit up like a Christmas tree, his move surely made that the case. Ruben’s hand curled around your waist to pull you in for a kiss atop your head.

“Let’s have fun tonight, but not too much. Pep can always tell when we’ve overdone it.” Erling wrapped up his speech.

The members in attendance groaned, man beside you included.

“Oh! One more thing.” He interrupted again. “Cheers to Ruben and Y/N! I don’t know how you got so lucky, but please don’t fuck it up. I love being her client.”

Aki whooped and the music resumed. You were definitely on fire, head to toe.

Ruben’s head fell and shook. Your arms wrapped around him as you made a small cooing sound. Poor thing, he had to take a lot of warnings on the chin on your behalf tonight. A part of you was smiling though. It was good to know that someone inside his camp was keeping him on his toes.

Celebrations got into full swing once the drinks really started flowing. Before the crowd got too involved with libations, Ruben introduced you to the people he spent the most time with. The tall brunette from earlier was John, you learned. You also did some low-key recon on his relationship status.

He’s here alone?

Poor guy has been coming to these types of events alone for a while now…

Everyone was letting a bit looser than you expected given Erling’s warning earlier. If the image of them somewhat behaving looked like Aki beating three of them in a row downing bulldogs, you didn’t want to know what full out was. Still, curiosity got the best of you.

“How do you guys act when not on your best behavior?” You quirked a brow at Ruben’s fellow countryman hitting a dance move you hand’t seen in ages.

He clutched his lower stomach subconsciously, gaze distant. “Let’s just say I don’t recall much about our treble celebrations.”

That was surprising. Even when you were younger with livers that could tolerate the cheapest of liquor in spades, he wasn’t much of a drinker. You’d only ever seen him drunk a handful of times, which was a blessing to be honest. He was the type to fall asleep anywhere.

“Sounds like it was a blast.” You hummed.

The feeling you had in his flat while taking in his accolades had made a reappearance. You didn’t know if it would ever get any easier - having to live all those moments of success he had secondhand. There would always be that voice in the back of your mind whispering that you should’ve been present for them.

“Hey,” Ruben must’ve sensed your longing, and tilted your chin up. “Remember what I said?”

You nodded and smiled, nuzzling into his palm. “I do.”

“Good, I just want you to focus on this. We’re here tonight because of you.” He beamed.

It hit you then that things must’ve been the same for him. The last time he’d been in your life, you weren’t anywhere close to being an owner of a multinational company. He’d missed your university graduations, the ladder climbing, your ribbon cutting ceremonies and all of the big projects that bore Bana’s credit.

“All those times you doubted yourself, those moments where you wanted to quit so badly…they never stood a chance against your belief in yourself.” His thumb ran gently across your cheek. “I’m so proud of you, Y/N, and I can’t wait to see how much more you achieve.”

You squeezed him tight. If there was anyone who had faith in you just as much if not more than yourself most days, besides Aki, it was him. Sometimes, you used to think that you were only doing it for him, pushing past the disappointment and doubt just so that he didn’t see you as a failure.

Hearing him say those words only validated the realization that your past thoughts had never been the case. You proved to yourself that with or without him, you were going to get to the point you were at currently.

“Come,” You took his hand in yours. “We can’t let them have all the fun.”

Ruben laughed as you downed the rest of your wine and pulled him in to dance with you. He spun you around, pressing his chest to your back. You peered at him devilishly over your shoulder while moving your hips in time with his.

That only lasted for so long before you felt him getting a little too excited. Your body pivoted to face his again, fingers joining behind his neck. He pressed his forehead to yours as you swayed and forgot the present environment in a more appropriate manner.

You didn’t know how many songs had passed until you came back to earth. There was noticeably more space in the apartment, a few bodies had cleared out while you were under his spell. A sight that caught your eye proudly was Cindy who was making hushed conversation with John on the sofa.

“This outfit of yours is doing something to me.” Ruben spoke into your ear.

A shiver ran down your whole body. He knew what he was doing, activating your senses like this and walking you right into his trap. You rolled your eyes mostly at yourself. That was exactly where you wanted to end up anyways.

“‘You trying to seduce me, Dias?” Your lip pinned between your teeth.

“Always.” He kissed your neck.

Just as your gaze was about to get lost behind your eyelids, you spotted Aki blowing kisses at a bottle of champagne. All of the lust fueled urges you were feeling took the back burner to newfound nurturing.

“You’re gonna have to put a pin in that.” You patted his chest.

Ruben gave you his best puppy eyes. “Hm?”

Your head nudged towards your friend who was now making a move on the poor alcohol, a finger trailing lazily down its side. He made a small ah sound, understanding what you meant immediately.

“Why don’t we take the party back to mine?” You looped an arm around hers.

Aki squinted at you. “Don’t you have knock to boots with that giant meany?”

It took everything in you not to laugh in her face. This was definitely the perfect moment for you to get her out of here. The next stage in her drunkenness would be a wildcard. You’d either be subjected to a long winded proclamation on how she felt about everything, or impromptu karaoke of Santana’s greatest hits. Neither of which suited the occasion.

“I have a bestie I’d much rather cuddle with tonight.” A little flattery always did the trick.

Her expression softened and she pulled you into a hug. The words muffled into your chest signaled that she’d slipped into the love bombing phase of intoxication, which you greatly preferred to her jazz rendition of Maria, Maria.

You began walking towards the door while dragging her slowly along. A hand raised to wave goodbye to Cindy and then Erling, the other stroking Aki’s back. Ruben was about to approach, but your eyes widened and your head shook quickly. The lion was almost out of the den.

As if she was an actual predator, Aki stiffened. Her glassy eyes found him instantly and you could see him holding his breath, waiting. She took your hand and dragged you the rest of the way to the door, her tongue sticking out tauntingly towards him.

Before the lift close, you saw Ruben laughing. He blew you a kiss, which luckily had gone unnoticed by your bodyguard. It found itself tucked into your pocket, remembering how you used to do the same back then.

You couldn’t wait to feel the weight increase as you collected those yet to come.

The following day at the office found your team one player down.

Given the night that transpired, you weren’t too surprised by that. You had to actually make good on your promise to bring the festivities home by dancing with Aki. Ultimately, that worked in your favor. It got her parched enough to drink water while also purging out some of the alcohol in her system.

What was surprising was the fact that she wasn’t the missing person. While her ability to bounce back was the quickest between you two, you weren’t placing bets on her peeling out of bed shortly after you did. And it was a good thing you didn’t take the risk.

She listened to the silence of the space, noticeably devoid of any fingers moving across a keyboard or faint music floating down the hallway like usual. Her hands then dramatically snatched the sunglasses from her face as she posed the same question rattling around your mind.

“Where’s Cindy?”

The inquiry hung for a second before a proverbial lightbulb went off in your head. You didn’t want to get too ahead of yourself, but you had a pretty good idea concerning the reason behind her discernible absence. At least, you hoped that was why.

“I think she’s cashing in one of those bonus days.” You smiled.

Aki shrugged, slipping her glasses back on. “Fair, poor thing works too hard.”

You focused on lessening the load for her upon her return. The more technical aspects of client management wasn’t particularly your favorite thing to do, but you’d suck it up for the sake of her finally getting the rest she deserved.

About half of the day passed when your best friend dragged herself into your office. She ran out of what little steam she had, which you completely understood. You commended her for even being able to lift a toothbrush into her mouth this morning.

That left you the sole survivor of Erling’s launch party. It took you back to the days when you first started Bana. Like that dollar and a dream saying, all you had was yourself, a laptop and an unhealthy amount of delusion.

You welcomed that energy and channeled it into the work laid out before you. One thing you never wanted to lose was that initial hunger. It was the motivation that would keep you going even when things were slowing down like they sort of currently were.

Any leads that Cindy had marked out, you followed up on with fervor. While you were at that, you worked on updating the company’s website and portfolio to reflect the latest projects you’d worked on.

When are you gonna give me a tour of your place?

You huffed out a laugh, typing.

Meet me there soon. Mine looks best at sunset.

Now that the cat was out of the bag, you didn’t have to worry about keeping him away from your home radius with a ten foot pole. It also helped that Aki was definitely going to be out of commission until the next day at the earliest. So there was no chance of a still awkward potential run in.

You wrapped up the last few emails on the list you had to send out and made your way back. Hopefully he wasn’t too eager to come over since quite the mess had been left from the previous night.

As soon as you got home, you cracked your windows to air out the loft and got to cleaning. Given that you didn’t know how much time you were working with, you put on an hour timer for extra encouragement. Dishes, sweeping, dusting and surface cleaning in that order all while you carried out laundry.

When the timer ended, you’d just returned from throwing the trash down chute at the end of the hall. With Ruben still not being there, you put your freshly cleaned shower to the test and then got into some loungewear straight from the dryer.

I’m downstairs.

You felt giddy as replied to him which floor you were on before you sent the elevator down.

“Hello MTV…” Your arm stretched above your head.

Ruben jogged over and tackled you inside playfully. You couldn’t help the giggles that fell from your mouth until they were cut off by his. He peppered your face with kisses and moved down to your neck.

“I missed you.” His nose nuzzled against your skin.

Even though it had been less than a day since you last saw him, you related to his remark. The hours you spent apart felt like days and sometimes even months, as exaggerative as that sounded. When you weren’t with him, in the back of your mind if not the forefront, you were always thinking about the last and next time you’d see him.

You stroked his hair gently, “I missed you too.”

Though you might not have millions of followers on your social media, you gave him the brand marketer’s version of a house tour. You’d argue that it was better. He got all the details from the imported quartz countertops, your treasured surgical steel knife collection, custom made sofa and floor to ceiling tiled bathroom all the way down to the thread-count of your duvet.

“And now, as promised.” You dragged him back to the entirely windowed wall of your living room.

He’d arrived just in time to catch the sunset. It was luckily a good weather day in this perpetually drab city, grey skies making way for the blue he donned week after week. Hues of yellow, orange and a dash of pink illuminated the space, bathing you both in the sun’s warm kaleidoscope.

“I think your view is better than mine.” Ruben marveled.

That might’ve been true. The only thing you would change about your flat was to have a balcony like his. There was a unit with one a few floors up, but it was already occupied. You definitely weren’t staking out the developer’s leasing page on a regular basis to see if it became available.

Once the sun had disappeared, you settled onto the couch and lied on his lap. Unlike him, you reminded, you were not some Michelin star chef and also still had yet to do a grocery run. That left your trusted friend, the delivery app, to do all of the work for tonight’s meal.

Ruben wasn’t objected to the idea. In fact, he welcomed it a bit too eagerly. You almost took offense until he swiftly interjected that he’d been craving something different lately. It still had to be somewhat healthy though, special footballer diet and all.

You put in an order from one of your favorite spots. It was a small family owned Greek place that always used the freshest ingredients, something you were sure both your bodies would thank you for after a long day.

While you ate your mouth watering wrap, you curled up beside him and put on a random trending movie on Netflix. It quickly became background noise though. He was more interested in hearing about your recent events and how life had been since you moved to Manchester.

“There’s something else we have to talk about.” Ruben took a sip of water.

Your back immediately straightened. Those words were never the precursor for something pleasant. When matched with that tone and a more serious expression, you certainly weren’t excited to hear what was next.

“Should I be worried?” Your brows met as you tried to fight off the millions of scenarios that flooded your head.

“It’s nothing particularly bad, it’s just,” He scratched his beard. “Now that I play for City and we get so much media attention, being with me will come with a lot more than it used to.”

You breathed a sigh of relief. It was good to know that he wasn’t going to spring a surprise on you like the fact that he had a situationship he’d never really cut off, or that he was harboring a secret love child.

Funnily enough, the WAG thing never really crossed your mind. He’d only ever been the oddly cute buck toothed boy you fell for on the playground, even when you were watching him play before his senior debut. It was weird trying to reconcile that version of him with how others saw him.

“Oh no, do you have stalkers now?” You half-joked.

“Be serious!” Ruben warned through a grin. “I don’t, but some people do go a bit overboard with player’s partners. Taking pictures of them out in public, digging into their pasts, leaving malicious comments. I’ve been told that there’s some news about us so…”

The importance of what he was saying wasn’t lost on you. You’d heard about how intense things could get when publicly dating a footballer. With his looks and status, you honestly anticipated him having some fans that were obsessive in an unhealthy way. The fact that you hadn’t even really been out together publicly but already were exposed kind of proved that.

You appreciated him looking out for you. He knew none of that could ever change things, but still felt it was necessary to check in with you to confirm that you knew what all getting back together brought. It only made you want him more.

“All I do is work and I barely use socials anyways.” You wrapped your arms around his neck. “I guess the only thing I have to do is make sure I don’t leave home looking like a bum.”

He shook his head. “Impossible, you look good in anything.”

Your eyes did a full circle. There he was with his sweet words, trying to seduce you again. You had a thought to give him a taste of his own medicine and so you followed through with it. In one quick move, you straddled him and brought your lips to hover just over his.

“What about nothing?”

Ruben instantly sealed the gap between you and him. Even better, he muttered into your mouth. You swallowed his words, feeling them travel all the way down to stoke the flames already licking within the molten pit in your stomach.

Your tongue moved against and over his own while your hips dug deep into his. He trembled beneath you, hands falling to massage your ass. Most of it was left half exposed by your ridden up shorts, making your flesh rise to meet his fingertips and palms

Everything about him was so divine. The way he smelt, felt and tasted. You wanted to engrave each inch of him in your memory so that you’d never forget any of his being ever again. Your lips met his forehead, his cheeks, chin and neck.

They grew hungrier the more they feasted. You tugged on his shirt that was unhesitatingly removed with his help. Across the expanse of his shoulders, your lips traversed next, and then down to his firm chest. You became something of a woman possessed as your teeth pinched his nipple.

“Y/N!” Ruben gasped in shock.

You pulled away quickly, worried. “Did that hurt?”

“No, it just…” His eyes narrowed as a sly expression took over his face.

Instead of telling you what it did to him, he decided to show you. His hand trailed up your waist until his thumbs ran along the underside of your breasts. You shivered, teeth baring with a smile. His fingers moved lower and began moving quickly, digging into your sides.

“Traitor!” You yelled and leapt from his lap.

“You started it.” He reached out a hand. “Come back, I won’t tickle you again.”

Your confidence in that statement was nearly zero. The escape you made from his clutches was made far too quickly for his revenge to be satiated. And his gaze still lingered with challenge. You took a tiny testing step towards him.

When he surged up to grab you midway, you shrieked again and easily dodged. Ruben gave you a look that screamed you were just delating the inevitable. You gave him one right back that said catch me if you can.

He might’ve been fast, but you had home court advantage. You easily weaved around your furniture to the kitchen. In the corner of the furthest end of the island, you gauged his stalking as he did the same.

“Ready to forfeit?” Ruben tested.

“I thought you liked to earn your wins.” You taunted before taking off again.

Your muscles fired up as you darted towards the bedroom. If you could make it under your covers, you’d at least have a few moments of extra protection from his treacherous digits. The neatly tucked duvet came into view and celebrations were imminent.

At the buzzer, he threw you onto the bed and launched an attack on your stomach. You tried to curl up, writhing and twisting your body in an attempt to fight off his fingers. It was to no avail, his hands had infiltrated beneath your shirt to tickle your bare skin.

Right as you were about to cry uncle, you heard your doorbell chime. That halted both of your actions. You sat up onto your elbows as he removed himself from your body. His brows raised as if to ask if you were expecting anyone.

You weren’t. If it was Aki, she wouldn’t have rung your bell since she knew the code. Though she could’ve been adhering to respecting your privacy had she heard you and Ruben scuffling from outside.

The bell rang again and you peeled yourself from the bed, straightening your shirt and shorts along the way to see who it was. You hoped it was her and not some disgruntled neighbor. Surely, you weren’t being that loud.

When you opened up, you took it back. You would much rather be staring down the barrel of aggravated eyes than the ones you met. It wasn’t as if you weren’t happy to see her, far from that, you were just stunned.

And truly in a pickle given the other visitor currently residing in your bedroom.

“Mom…” You regulated your breathing with a smile. “What are you doing here?!”

#ruben dias #ruben dias fic #ruben dias imagine #ruben dias x reader #ruben dias x you #being

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diorsbrando · 1 year

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HOME IS WHERE THE HEART IS. ( a. h )

pairing ! ━━ aki hayakawa x fem! reader

cw ! ━━ minors/ageless blogs do not interact. reader is black + thick coded but you don’t have to imagine it that way. basically boyfriend!aki who is very soft for his princess we luv him for that <3 lots of fluff and like…introspective moments? suggestive themes. descriptions of smoking.

word count ! ━━ 3.7k

notes ! ━━ this is an expanded version of this ask & the art used came from this post. ive been wanting to write this for a while, but ive been putting it off bc i wanted to start/work on other things and wasn’t sure if this would even be any good. but the akirot has fermented and here we are <3 i love writing soft love scenarios (i’ve been a sucker for them lately) so this is what this is. i hope y’all enjoy ! REBLOGS ARE HEAVILY APPRECIATED!

AKI HAYAKAWA WAS A. . . PERSONAL MAN. he cherished every little thing that he was blessed with very profoundly, and held them close to his heart, where they would be safe within its hardened, cold exterior. he protects these things— these emotions, these ideas, these people—with all his might, because he knew very well, maybe even better than anyone, that tomorrow was never promised.

he values the things he’s received even on a subconscious level, where he doesn’t actively realize that’s what it is: him caring to such an uncanny extent. it was like that with the first cigarettes he ever received from himeno, it was the same regarding his friendship with denji and power—

and it was ultimately the case with you. especially with you, matter of fact.

this explains why the two of you were pressed up against each other in a yearning embrace. aki had comfortably sandwiched you in between the wall and his firm body, while just a few feet away was the front door, where his devil-like subordinates waited outside.

he was very personal about you and the relationship you shared with him, the trust and the genuine connection that tethered both your hearts and souls to one another. he didn’t even want mere glances from the likes of denji and power to taint this special thing he held so tenderly in his big, calloused hands. their teasing of aki being “so whipped” for you fell on deaf ears the moment his closed your door with his foot and his fingers came in contact with your skin.

it wasn’t exactly a lie, he supposed.

the kiss was drawn out. longing, and wistful. it was slow enough for you to savor hints of every delicacy that clung to the walls of his mouth, and he did the same to you, low sounds of pleasure threatening to escape his throat. you tasted the spearing blanket of peppermint that coated the other flurry of flavors on aki’s lips and tongue, like the stale aroma of the cigarettes he smoked an hour ago, and the tangy cocktail he drank with his meal. and you loved it.

the dark-haired male sensually swiped his tongue across your bottom lip, effectively licking off most of the lip gloss you wore. gently, he tugged on your bottom lip with his teeth, before letting the pink muscle slither in between the barrier known as your lips; you tasted the gloss that you’ve been wearing all night.

you whined into his mouth when aki tugged at your bottom lip again— a little firmer and more yearning this time—and you followed his movements, perfectly in sync with one another. you melted into his taut chest when one of the hands that held onto your waist slipped past the material of your long, fitted cardigan and found its way under your ribbed tank top. his hands felt like ice against your warm skin and caused you to shudder at his touch. his palms gently squeezed and unclenched at your fleshy sides as a way to ground you back to him.

after what felt like an eternity, the rest of the world around you completely muted, aki finally pulled away from the kiss, his forehead dipped slightly to your height and rested against yours. your breathing patterns became harmonized with each other’s after a few seconds.

this. . . moments like these were precious to aki. it was personal to him, and it was all his.

“fuck. . . . . i’ve been wanting to kiss you like that since the moment we picked you up earlier” he confessed in a breathy voice. it was almost unusual to hear your boyfriend be so forward or use expletives so casually—he was usually such a composed man— but you found his words arousing, and you bit your lip to contain the giggle that wanted to escape. perhaps it was that fruity alcoholic beverage he drank, and the four subsequent glasses he consumed afterwards that made him so. . . so—

another chaste kiss on the corner of your mouth pulled you out of your thoughts. and then another a little farther down. then a third and fourth back on your lips. you couldn’t help the loving smile that morphed onto your face, finding his affections extremely endearing.

letting your fingers ascend from his shoulders to the back of his neck, your french tipped fingers numbly scratched at the back of his head. the dull sensation on his scalp was almost relaxing, but it also made his heartbeat continuously skip several beats. if aki were a cat, he swore he would have purred.

“hmm, aren’t you too cute?” you cooed teasingly, earning you a faux irritated roll of his eyes from him. “but don’t you have to get up early for work tomorrow? you and others should get going, it’s getting late.”

your boyfriend let his eyes flutter close, inhaled deeply, and threw his hand back to exhale, a soft groan getting caught in the mix.

“yeah, i do . . . . but i’d honestly rather not go back with those two. working with them is one thing but living with them on top of it is something else entirely. they’re complete pigs, it’s disgusting. and having them in my personal space feels like hell every day.”

you chuckled airily at his childlike complaints, while allowing your other hand to shift to cup his face. “i totally understand. it can be hard, but just take it one day at a time, okay? and be patient with them.” you put extra emphasis on the word patience because you knew how aki could get if provoked enough.

the devil hunter groaned again, letting his head hang until it fully rested on your shoulder. he still wasn’t fond of denji and power being placed under his care or being in his space, but he didn’t mind you in his. matter fact, it’s something he’d grow to crave more and more as the days went by. it was unbecoming for a man like him, but he couldn’t find it within himself to care all that much.

“now go! denji and power are waiting for you,” your voice trailed off and morphed into a more sing-song tone, which aki didn’t find amusing. but still, he sucked it up and stood at his full height with a heavy sigh.

“fine.” if you squinted hard enough, it almost looked like he was pouting. “gimme a kiss first.” he mumbled with a titled head, trailing his hands up and down your waist.

your chest tightened in glee when his already deep voice grew darker, just a little heavier, that you could feel it’s weight on your waist where his hands rested; you were obsessed with his voice, especially when it was unable to conceal his obvious desire for you. happily obliging to his request, the both of you leaned in for a sweet peck, the noise of your lips softly smacking and then finally separating tugging a rare smile at aki’s lips. just as you were about to pull away, aki’s ample hands immediately grabbed the back of your neck and held it in place so you couldn’t move.

“wait, one more baby” his grumbled again, his tone thicker than before. how could you deny him when he looked at you like that and asked so nicely? so, you gave what he (and you) both wanted.

“mmm just— just one more. this is the last one, i promise.”

it was, in fact, not the last one. he’d say ‘one more’ five more times (and you’d give in every single time) before you had to literally pry him off. as you ushered him towards the door, with his hand on the doorknob, he assured you in a soft voice that he’ll come to see you the following weekend, because this week was supposedly going to be very busy for him.

“i’ll see you soon, alright? stay safe. call me if you need anything.” he planted one final, gentle kiss on your forehead. it was his own personal way of saying ‘i love you’.

maybe he’ll work up the courage to actually say those three weighty words one day. a part of him wanted that day to be sooner rather than later.

“you’re the one who needs to be careful, out here killing devils and shit everyday. but anyway, i’ll see ya later, handsome.”

your subtle compliment made aki’s body stiffen for a moment, and you were able to see his ears redden in real time as he exited your apartment.

the fond contentment that surrounded the sword-wielding hunter was snatched away from him the moment the door closed behind his heels, and the crisp, cold air embraced his figure.

denji and power immediately flooded his ears with questions, ones he didn’t care enough to answer. they were too personal for him. as far as he was concerned, they didn’t need to know what went on in his relationship. like second nature, his face returned to its naturally stoic state, and he pulled out a second cigarette and lit it as he walked away from the two devils, who were still pestering him with obscene inquiries.

in that instance, he once again left his beating heart in human form behind on the ninth story of the apartment complex.

one could assume this might have been why aki hayakawa was so frigid all the time. the warmth of your love, of your being in itself that set fire to the blood in his veins, was pulled away from his grasp, causing his skin to harden and freeze in solitude and indifference. it ultimately contributed to overall icy personality, which seemed to be more steely than usual. each time his thoughts pondered on your tasteful figure —even for a moment— or the memory of your honeyed voice kissed his mind’s ear, he would have to stifle of groan of longing and annoyance, because instead of being in your bed, cradling you in his strong grasp, he had to be out here instead: his suit stained with the blood of some repulsive devil creature, dealing with all these. . . people, he thought in vague disdain, and dreading the paperwork he’d have to fill out for makima.

the week seemed to have weights on its feet, with the way it dragged on day after day, ever so slowly. it was too slow for aki and work, as well as his eccentric roommates, were driving him up the wall.

aki’s skin grew too cold, it resembled too much like solid ice, where if you came to close in its vicinity, its frost would bite you. he had been without the warmth of his heart for too long.

this realization would soon lead the dark-haired male to sneak out of his own house in the dead of night, an unfathomable gravitational force deep within his being pulled him to the little slice of heaven in this hell he had to live in everyday: to you.

aki understood the impulsivity and recklessness of his actions and was well aware of the risks of walking around alone at night, knowing that there could be devils lurking literally anywhere. he didn’t care though; nothing else mattered when you were involved. he also knew that he really should be in bed, resting so he can be ready for another grueling day at his job tomorrow.

but he just couldn’t seem to drift off into a dreamless slumber that his body so desperately wanted. not when you lingered and danced in the forefront of his subconscious.

it was an ungodly hour, most likely past two a.m., and lucky for aki, you were awake to feel the buzz of your phone in your palms. your closed laptop laid idle on the desk next to your bed, feeling the crushing weight of an assignment you were dreading lifted off your shoulders as soon as you pressed the submit button. now, you were currently going through your ‘watch later’ compilation on youtube, slowly but surely making your way through the list.

that’s when you saw the notification from your boyfriend drop down from the top of the screen. reflexively, your heartbeat quickened, and your finger twitched as you read his rather straightforward text.

you up? if you are, come unlock the door for me

it’s a marvel how he seemed to know that you were awake at this hour. for all he knew, you could have been fast asleep, enjoying your ride to dreamland.

but you supposed that just proved how attuned your man was to you. it was frightening sometimes, like he knew you better than yourself.

and it would make sense for someone to be in tune with such an important organ more than anything else because of course, it was the one that gave them life and one wouldn’t be able to effectively survive without it.

aki’s began to drown in the sea of his own thoughts, he didn’t even realize that the door was already open, and you stood there waiting for him. your soft spoke snapped him out of the daze he was in. you couldn’t stop the faint, cheeky grin that pulled at your facial muscles the longer you stared at your lover.

if aki leaned close enough and looked hard enough, he might be able to see the hearts in your pupils. something about him coming here in the dead of night— randomly, no less — felt so adolescent. it felt like the two of you were some starstruck lovers in high school that couldn’t stay away from the other for too long. and something about the fact made your body temperature increase.

you noticed that aki’s hair wasn’t tied up in its usual top-knot style. it cascaded freely in dark waved across his face, acting as a shadowy curtain over his lashes. the onyx stud earring’s he always wore glimmered in the refraction of the singular light that hung over their heads in the hallway. his katana was slung lifelessly across his back on top of the black hoodie he wore.

aki’s face was mainly expressionless as he stared back at you, and yet, he still managed to look effortlessly beautiful.

you’d never know that thoughtful stare could prove to be too much for him sometimes. the man found himself quickly tearing his gaze from yours after a few seconds, deciding that your eggshell white painted toes and silver anklet were far more interesting. and they were, because they were so pretty looking. everything about you was so pretty.

he opened his mouth a little to say something, but then immediately closed it again, swallowing whatever thoughts he was going to share. concern briefly flickered in your brow at the minimal action. “aki? is.... everything okay?” you asked him carefully, knowing that he wasn’t the type to wear his heart on his sleeve or open about anything so easily.

he would need to warm up first to do that.

aki took several moments to reply, and in the silence, his feet took control of the rest of his body and took a step forward. then another, and then another, until he had your back up against the wall, just like the other night. your breath slightly hitched at the memory, your chests brushing against one another.

“. . . everything’s fine. those two just. . . can be so fucking loud sometimes, even when they’re sleeping. can’t stand it.” his voice was rough and full of complaints, but his hands were gentle, finding their way back home on the flesh of your waist, and used it as leverage to pull your hips against his. you could feel the heat of his crotch on yours/

“one of these days, i’m actually going to kill them in their sleep and dump their bodies on the street.” and there it was again, that dip in volume that made his voice sound more like a sensual rumble in this throat. you started to wonder if he was aware of it or not.

the flicker of his intensifying gaze from your eyes to your lips seemed to be the catalyst in the two of your moving your faces closer together. both of you were so close he could feel the air escaping from your mouth when you let out a chuckle. “so dramatic. so...you came all the way here, because they were snoring too loud?” your eyes were lidded now, teasing him with faux offense embedded in your tone as you wrapped your arms around his neck.

aki all but hummed, not caring enough to reply at the moment, because he now became too busy pressing a much-anticipated kiss on your lips. this time, it was saccharine. it was eager, bordering on desperate. but most of all, it was warm. aki sighed and groaned into your mouth, relishing in the warmth of being here with you, in your house, in your arms, thawing the cold barrier that surrounded his veins.

as the kiss grew more fervent ━ one of his hands gliding up the valley of your breast to comfortably latch onto your throat, and your hand that was clasp took root in his soft hair, giving it a little tug ━ neither he, nor you, could suppress the shudder that crawled up your spines.

the need to properly breath soon became too overwhelming, and soon enough the both of you pulled away from one other, panting softly into each other’s mouth, him resting his forehead on yours.

“yeah...” he spoke slowly, trying to remember the question before the two of you kissed; his head was still fuzzy from the sheer euphoria of it all. “they’re....too loud. anyway, let’s go to bed, baby. ‘m tired.”

with one final peck on your lips, he slipped out of your loose grasp and padded his way to your room, with you following after him. you plopped on your bed and got comfortable as you watched your boyfriend maneuver back and forth between your room and bathroom as if he lived here. it felt very...domestic and you had to bite back the grin that wanted to pull at your lips and contain your giddiness.

as you connected your phone to its charger and set it on the nightstand, aki’s taller frame climbed into bed next to you. his clothing was reduced to his boxers and t-shirt, presumably wearing it under the hoodie he arrived in. instinctively, your bodies were pulled towards each other underneath the blankets: your head against the crook of aki’s neck and one hand on his chest, while his lanky, muscled arm was draped across your back, his palms rubbing miscellaneous patterns along your sides and thigh.

“you mind if i smoke a little before we sleep?” he broke the silence that filled your bedroom, remembering to be courteous whenever he came over.

you hummed sleepily, not realizing your own exhaustion as soon as you snuggled up against your boyfriend. “mmm, g‘head, baby. just open the window when you do....don’t want the smell to linger.”

it was amusing to aki that while gave him permission to get up satisfy his smoker habit, you still you nuzzled yourself against him, holding him close like he was your own personal teddy bear. chuckling softly, he slithered out of your grasp and out of the comfort of your bed to grab the pack of smokes and his lighter that were in his hoodie pocket.

remembering that you kept an ashtray in one of the drawers━ just for him; his heart pounded at the thought━ he placed it on the nightstand, and like second nature, pulled a pale white cigarette from its container with his teeth. with a few flicks of his black lighter ━one, two, three ━ the orange flame he’d come to be very well acquainted with sprang out from its plastic cage and kissed the end of his cigarette. wispy, white tendrils of smoke escaped from the end of the cigarette and idly floated into the atmosphere. inhaling and exhaling, as if he were breathing regularly, aki rested his back against the headrest of the bed, and blew out the toxic fumes, letting excesses of smoke lazily dribble past his lips.

the man’s dark, cerulean eyes drowsily shifted from the blank ceiling to your now sleeping form next to him. he took comfort in the way your body gently rose and fell, and the way your facial muscles relaxed into complete bliss, not having a care in the world.

the veiny hand that wasn’t holding the cigarette came to gently stroke the apple of your cheeks, then shifted so he could stroke your soft lips with the pad of his thumb. even in your sleep, you sensed his touch and leaned into his rugged palm. his chest ached and stomach churned watching you do that and God you were just so cute. so pretty and so soft and all his. every time he saw you, he liked the sound of that more and more.

this moment, it was comparable to a husband and wife sharing a bed. the thought made his cheeks and neck burn, almost causing him to choke on the smoke he was inhaling. aki wished all his days could end like this. he wished every day could begin and end like this, until the end of time.

after a few more minutes, aki snuffed out the cigarette on the ash tray next to him, got up to brush his teeth and gargle mouthwash for a second time this evening, and climbed into bed with finality. pulling your figure into his once more. his now warm hand glided up and down the canvas of your spine, and both of your legs became entangled with each other.

this particular thing, his relationship with you, was very personal to aki hayakawa, indeed. he cherished it admittedly more than his own job and he wanted to show you, as well as tell you, how much you meant to him everyday for the rest of his life.

that’s probably why he placed one last tender kiss on your forehead before letting slumber take over, and against your skin he mumbled something that had been weighing heavy on his chest and his mind for longer than he realized.

“i... i love you, princess. sweet dreams.”

aki closed his eyes before he realized your own eye that had peeled open at his thick, sleepy voice, suppressing a dreamy smile at his love confession.

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kisakis-boyfriend · 11 days

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A collection of spicy Mitsuru + Akihiko thoughts. I'm weak for these two, what can I say? 😌

Contains: Male!reader, dom and sub reader bits, polyamory, college AU/adult AU, riding, rough sex, dirty talk, simp reader, AkiMitsu

Being pinned in between Aki and Mitsuru though... mmph. They're flustering you to hell and back, and the only thing you can do is take it. They're groping you and rubbing up against your body, not-so-subtly grinding on you while you're in heaven. 🤤

Another way to be pinned between them is with Akihiko behind you; he's fucking you from behind while you're buried in Mitsuru. Aki's thrusts cause you to thrust inside of her, controlling how you fuck her with his movement 🥴

Mitsuru pushing you down onto the bed (not being rough but not exactly being gentle either), removing your clothes and riding you for the first time!! When she finally sinks all the way down and you're balls deep in her pussy, just so pussydrunk that all you can do is grip her hips and fuck up into her. She's so beautiful on top of you like this; with her hair framing her face nicely and her tits bouncing with every thrust.

Mitsuru prefers to be on top, though not necessarily being A Top. She likes riding you and Aki (and riding your faces 👀). Of course the queen is on top, it's where she belongs 💅

I think these two have a lot in common when it comes to sex-related characteristics.

They're both extremely vocal during. Nonstop grunts, groans, moans, panting, etc etc

Very gutteral groans when it feels good

S tier bottoms 👌

S tier tops too though 👌

If you bend them over something and just start fucking them, they won't complain unless you'll more than likely get caught

Bisexual switch/vers king and queen ❤️❤️

They're both obsessed with heavy make out sessions. Pressed together tightly, desperately grasping at clothes, lips becoming sore, dry humping each other type of make outs 🥴

The only difference that I really noted is their opinions on quickies; Akihiko kind of likes them, Mitsuru isn't as enthusiastic. I mean, she will, if the opportunity presents itself at a time when she's pent up/desperately needs relief. But she's not going to be the one who suggests a quickie. She'd rather wait until you can spend more time together.

At first, neither of them can wrap their head around the fact that you're not exactly joking when you say “Please beat me up.” or “I wish Akihiko/Mitsuru would do that to me.” when you're literally in the midst of battle... (Rip teammates who have to hear you simping)

However, if you sit down and explain what you mean, they will eventually oblige. Every once in a while Mitsuru will use you as her personal furniture or step on you. Just the same, Aki will step on you and choke you if you ask nicely 👉👈

Despite its dangers, Akihiko is very into shower sex. There have been multiple occasions where the two of you fucked in the showers at the gym after a joint workout. Just pressing one another against the wall; hearts pounding and bodies sweaty as your adrenaline drives you to not give a shit about getting caught.

Or maybe he just enjoys it when you pin him against the wall... Well, whatever. He just wants you to take what belongs to you really. It doesn't matter where you are, take him doggy style and tell him how much you love fucking him against things~

Soooo... You know how Mitsuru slips a bit of French into her sentences? Yeeeaaahh Akihiko loves that. Hearing the language fall so effortlessly from her pretty lips makes the poor guy melt. Especially when she whispers in his ears all of the pet names that he likes ❤️

Hearing Aki call Koromaru a 'good boy' every night while I explore Tartarus has been uh... An Interesting Experience, to put it mildly. 😳

Anyways... Akihiko calling you "good boy" randomly because he knows you're embarrassed by how turned on you get. That's all.

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retrobahng · 1 year

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O. TEASER. into the verse (series.)

summary: sometimes there are some kind of weird coincidences. you were supposed to wake up the next morning and finally have the oddinary album in your hands after all the hard work in that shitty job you were to get the money, oh hell you did really hated that asshole boss of yours. they're some kind of weird coincidences that the first thing when you opened your eyes you found the pretty face of a boy, who kept calling you noona? asking you about a part of some choreography? not even noticing how he was speaking korean and you understood him? haha, what a weird dream.

"JAE-HYUNG, NOONA IS IGNORING ME"

"YAH! (Y/N) WAKE UP, CHAN HAS BEEN CALLING ME BECAUSE YOU DON'T PICK HIS CALLS"

wait, what?

pairings: stray kids x fem!reader. idol!au.

tw: none

word count; 3.2k

'Cool but what about my Oddinary album?' You thought while the pretty boy who called you noona a few moments ago was frowning at you, waiting for answer for his question that you don't even remember again. From what you had more or less heard you realized that he had a really nice voice, that type of voice that you would like them to whisper nice things in your ear.

With that finally thought, you came back to reality and you close your eyes lazily, thinking it was your brain playing with your sleepy self, knowing perfectly if you weren't so tired you would have reacted differently with such a beautiful guy in front of you, you never know when there will be another opportunity for a dream like this. But, nope not today, you were strangely really exhausted. As if a train had appeared and crushed you over and over again

Extending your arm from the softness provided by the soft blanket, you put your hand on the boy's face, pushing him away from you. "Leave me alone, Aki'" you unconsciously said without realizing how you just said a random name out of your lips and in Korean?. 'I hope when I wake up I already have the goddamn album in my hands, hours of work aren't going waste. I really need that Hyunjin photocard' With a smile you go back to sleep unware how the boy you called Aki, was looking at you with a deadpanned stare.

"JAE-HYUNG, NOONA IS IGNORING ME" he suddenly shouts, running back to the door he went in to try to wake up his noona, because apparently he had a serious problem with one part of the choreography (Y/N) had prepared for one of the b-side of their new album which the will release very soon. But as always (Y/N) was being lazy using the excuse that she has her period. Do women have it every day? "I will never understand girls" he said muttering to himself and rolling his eyes, thinking that when he has the chance he will call his mother and he would ask her about that.

Akihiko with quick pace, he went down the stairs that connect to the second floor, where all the rooms were except of the leader's that chose the room on the first floor, who said exactly the day they moved into that house 'No way am I going to live next to hungry gorillas that all they do is scream' getting a 'Hey!' from (Y/N).

With a determined step, he went to the kitchen following the rich smell of rameyon that comes from. Meeting the tall figure of their leader, who was busy in front of the stove, humming a soft rhythm as he moved through the spacious kitchen.

"Hyung, (Y/N) noona is ignoring me~" With a whine, Akihiko drops himself into one of the few chairs that were there. A yawn coming from him after that. "Gosh, again rameyon? You don't know how to do any other thing apart of that? Where is Taewoo hyung?"

The tall boy without looking back at Aki and turning deaf ears to the questions of the Japanese boy. He hum in content of how the breakfast was turning out.

"YAH! (Y/N) WAKE UP, CHAN HAS BEEN CALLING ME BECAUSE YOU DON'T PICK HIS CALLS" Jaesang yelled remembering how the leader of Stray Kids was bothering him with his calls asking your about your whereabouts.

He can't really blame dispatch for bringing out those rumors of you and bang chan dating. If he didn't know you guys at all, Jae would think that y'all were dating. It felt like yesterday, how that scandal of the two of you came out and even with photos included! You will see in every social media "Chan of Stray Kids and (Y/N) of Echo allegedly dating" or "Chan of Stray Kids and (Y/N) of Echo caught leaving a restaurant together +photos" rumor after rumor, dozens of meetings with JYP, the disapproving looks from their managers and in the end, the statement came out denying all the rumors that Chan and you were not dating, calming the waters of both fandoms. Even BTS' jimin was bothering him with dozens of questions on his IG dm to find out more about the rumors.

You in the other hand, you opened your eyes in terror after hearing the loud voice. Analyzing the words you just heard.

Wait, what?

echo > next

#★ into the verse — stray kids fic #stray kids x reader #bang chan x reader #lee minho x reader #seo changbin x reader #hwang hyunjin x reader #han jisung x reader #lee felix x reader #kim seungmin x reader #yang jeongin x reader #stray kids scenarios #stray kids au #skz x reader #skz imagines #skz fluff #stray kids smut #chan x reader #lee know x reader #ot8 x reader

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nanamimizz · 1 year

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tags:angst to comfort, implied age gap (kishibe is older than reader), break up and back together, cigarettes and alcohol mentioned.

synopsis: in trying to save your heart, kishibe breaks it anyhow - i guess it’s only fair he puts it back together again right?

what is love if it does not endure?

you stand next to kishibe, in the alleyway next to the bar public safety is celebrating at. you can hear power and denji cheering for aki to finish another pint as you stare off into the street, cigarette in hand. you don’t really smoke, you just like the smell of it since kishibe always smells like cigarettes.

“still out here?” he asks and he knows it isn’t about how you aren’t inside eating fried chicken and drinking beer with your colleagues. kishibe sees that look in your eye, and it takes his breath away at how they sparkle like diamonds in the milk light of the full moon.

“you are too, aren’t you?” and if it where another night, maybe at his apartment where your clothes are still untouched sitting next to his in his dresser he would have snorted, brought you in closer to lay a kiss on your sweet face, rubbing his stubble into your cheek until you squealed.

“so? how’d it go?”

“tamaki? he’s nice, but not really my type. paid for my cab though.” you muttered, eyes down and locked onto the orange ember on the cigarette. it’s smoke coils around you two, a veil for a moment not meant for the outside world.

the world was just the two of you - no devils, no humans, no guns and no paperwork. just you and him, maybe that’s why your apartment always felt like home when he spent the night?

“good man.” is all he can say, even though he pushed you away, he can’t stomach the idea of you with another man. the ember on the cigarette burns away more of it and you watch with dark eyes at how it flakes off onto the concrete.

“i miss you.”

“you shouldn’t.” kishibe says, voice deep and rough.

“i know, i still do.” you return, voice soft and smooth.

“i’ll just break your heart. you should want for more.” you shut your eyes, leaning your head back until it rests on the cool building. the concrete digs into your back and suddenly you feel like you are back in your apartment, this argument already having been said one hundred times before.

“you are breaking my heart right now, trying to push me away like this.” you mutter, words carried by the night wind into his ears and he sighs, in a deep bone tired way. this whole ordeal tires him, ages him far more than 30 years at this shithole of a job where each day might be his last. he’s had plenty of women before you but he’s never cared enough about them to take care of them, to cherish them the way he does with you.

it’s why he thinks he’s finally in love for the first time in a long time or maybe, this is his first love and you are bringing the man he thought died a long time ago back from the grave. another portion of the cigarette flakes off and falls to the concrete of the city, it pains him when he thinks about how that’s the brand he smokes.

“what do you want me to do?” he asks, and the words are heavy like iron on his tongue. you respond back without missing a beat, as if the words where in your mouth the moment you where born and have been waiting for this moment to speak them.

“take me home, and keep me there. don’t leave me ever again.” you say, the words shaky as something bites at the back of your eyes - tears you both realize as you wipe at them furiously with the backs of your hands. you didn’t want to cry, but like with most things kishibe can pluck all reservations in your heart and make you bear it in full.

“shhh…don’t cry come one…i’ll take you back.” kishibe finds himself comforting you, doting is a word never used to describe him but he likes to think its from how direct he is and how he can’t bear to see you cry. he touches for the first time tonight, a calloused thumb soothing away the tear track on your cheek. kishibe tries not to let the way you relax into his touch go to his heart but like always when faced with you he fails and falls anyways.

he takes you by the hand, calls a cab and you head to his apartment. it makes you wetly laugh and hiccup at how the things you left are still right where you left them. your toothbrush in a cup while kishibe’s lays on the counter ready to fall. the lipstick you haven’t been able to find sits next to the lighter he keeps in his room. your pajamas are next to his folded on the bed.

when you wake up the next morning, late in the first rays of the sun as the clock reads 10:00 you find that the tear tracks and the smoke from the night before are gone, replaced by the way kishibe’s hair shines in the low light of day.

#lamb.writes #kishibe x reader #kishibe angst #kishibe fluff #chainsaw man x reader #chainsaw man fluff #chainsaw man angst #csm.

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boringgothgamergirl · 5 months

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ADDICTION (TEASER)

I’ve been messaging an Aki bot on Janitor ai and the story turned out interesting! (in my opinion at least) This is just a tease of what came out of it let me know if you wanna see more of it then I will post the rest of my messages from that chat 👀(I'm sorry if its not that good and please excuse any grammar mistakes) if you want me to post the rest then interact with this :D

Warnings: none (besides swearing)

Aki had just come back from work, exhausted, almost melting from tiredness on his steps. What's better than having a cigarette while being on the balcony after such a long, boring day? Nothing, of course, or at least that's how Aki's mind works.

He walked over to the pack of cigarettes on top of the coffee table, the spot where he always left it, having a hint of an excited smirk on his lips.

His face dropped when he opened the pack, freezing in place as he took a look inside it, where did that cigarette go..? He remembered very well that he had seen it inside the pack before he left for work...

Oh, something clicked inside his head, he immediately got overwhelmingly annoyed, his teeth gritting as he walked towards his partner's room, his steps were heavy as he approached the closed door, and he shouted:

“Where is my cigarette?! You took it, didn't you.”

Y/N shouted back from her room:

“Was it your last one? Sorry, I ran out!”

Aki stood in front of the door, his hands curling into fists while he stared at the wooden barrier. The door was a bit open so some light from inside slightly illuminated the corridor making shadows play on Aki's rugged face.

"It wasn't," He replied through gritted teeth, "But it is now."

"W-what do you mean?" Y/N asks confused.

He slammed his fist against the door twice, causing a loud echo throughout the hallway. "I mean, you better find it or else..."

Aki's voice trailed off as he glared at the door, waiting for some kind of response from inside.

“I smoked it okay?!” Y/N shouts from her room.

Aki's eyes widened, and he could feel his heart pounding in his chest. A dangerous smile formed on his lips as he spoke, "Well then," He stepped closer to the door, pressing his ear against it, trying to hear Y/N's movements inside the room.

"It seems like I have a...problem that needs solving." His voice was low, almost threatening, forcing himself not to let out an angry scream.

Y/n shighs “You’re overreacting!”

Aki took a deep breath, trying to calm himself down. He knew that losing control would only make things worse, but the anger inside him was burning like wildfire.

He sighed and spoke again, his voice low and tense, "Y/n, I know you didn't do it on purpose. But this...this addiction is something I can't just shake off." A moment of silence passed before he continued, "I need that cigarette. And now, it seems like I have no choice but to take it back from you."

#aki hayakawa #aki chainsaw man #aki x reader #aki smut #hayakawa aki #chainsaw man #chainsaw man x reader #csm x reader #csm x you #csm x y/n #csm x fem reader

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meownotgood · 2 years

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imagine desperate, super soft sex with aki after he almost died at a mission and you both need to just feel each other and be close :(( and maybe both of you cry :( 💕

high to death. / hayakawa aki x gn!reader, angst, tender sex, established relationship

I'm ill anon...... I'm so sick............

this work contains explicit content intended for 18+ individuals. please read the tags and do not interact if you are a minor.

Aki's hand seeks out yours in the dim light, and when he finds it, he holds it tightly. Your fingers intertwine; his fit perfectly in the crooks of your own, as if they were made to be there, as if this is what his hands have been waiting to grasp for far, far too long. Not the rough hilt of his sword, not the chunk of gun devil matter held deft between two of his fingers, just your hand in his.

And it scares him half to death — His fingers tremble, his whole body softly tremors, his hot breath on your ear comes out shaky and heavy with sorrow. It terrifies him to imagine an outcome where things happened differently, where he never returned home, where he never got to have you, ever again.

Aki is used to this, or so he thought. Aki has become accustomed to the grueling missions, to just barely making it home within an inch of his life. It's part of the territory that comes with being a devil hunter, and with this path he's chosen to walk down. He comes home weak and weary, covered in bruises, deep wounds on his flesh bound to leave him with more scars than before. Vivid red blood paints the crisp white fabric of his dress shirt, soaked deep into his fingertips — And at this point, he doesn't know if the blood is his own, or if it belonged to the devils.

This time is different, though. This time isn't like the others because this time, he has you, and it's the first time the reality he's been living in truly begins to take shape.

You, who he loves so dearly, who is the reason why he's so scared to die. The reason why each of these days have begun to feel a little less lonely, and a little more meaningful. The incentive behind why he's been smoking less, and why he's trying to quit — If it means a few more minutes with you, just a bit longer in this oh-so short life that he gets to spend right here beside you, he'd do anything, and he'd do it without a single question.

Because he very well could die; he could lose you forever, just as easily as he found you, and he almost did. The thought alone is enough to make him want to — No, need to feel you, to make love to you like this time will be the last.

When he slowly eases inside, you hear his breath hitch, his arms around you holding your body closer to himself. You embrace him tightly, safely, like he'll disappear if you let go. Warm, like the cozy rays of dying sunlight that drift through the window pane, to melt the fresh snow of his dying heart. In this moment, everything begins to feel alright again.

Gradually, Aki feels his heartbeat start to calm. His palms are cold when they glide up and down your soft, bare skin, sending tingles twisting up your spine. You feel his touch trail over each curve and dip of your body, feeling the outline of your spine, the shape of your hips, as if he wishes to memorize the very construction of your form. He never wants to forget it.

One hand comes to settle on your waist, and once he's all the way in, his hips flush with yours, soft skin against soft skin, the other rests carefully on your jaw. Aki drags you in, eyes fluttering shut as his lips press to your own; he holds it, draws out the time like a thin, stretched line, holding onto a secret hope that this kiss will last forever. That this moment and the pure devotion he feels, that all of it will never, ever end.

Your lips on his ignite a fire in his chest, an ache in his heart — Perhaps his last mission didn't kill him on the outside, but he thinks it might have on the inside, and kissing you, your tongue tasting the blood that lingers in his mouth, is exactly what he needs to feel alive again.

His head tilts so he can kiss you deeper. You hold the back of his neck, pulling him in. Your body curls into his touch instinctively. When he pulls away from your lips, his gaze settles on yours: eyelids heavy, pupils blown, eyes blue like the depths of the ocean, deep enough to drown inside.

There's a certain sort of look in your own, something between adoration and hurt. A look that makes him think that nothing in this world could ever matter more than you in his bed, your bodies tangled under the velvet sheets, foamy white waves washing over. Your soul and his, connected.

Aki makes love to you deeply, desperately, shallow rolls of his hips accompanied by his quickened breaths and quiet moans of your name into your ear. It feels so amazing, so perfect, so right. You make him feel high, his mind a dizzy haze, everything exactly where it belongs.

Over the gentle echo of skin hitting skin, you hear his smooth voice, the soft utterances of his thoughts, of everything he's needed to tell you so badly — I missed you, I missed you so much. I thought…. I thought I wasn't coming home. Oh, God, I thought I'd never see you again, I'm so sorry.

He nestles his head into the nape of your neck, peppering your skin with delicate kisses. With little bites and impressions of his teeth, marks that prove he was there, tangible proof of his existence, of how he was here with you. Your fingers thread through his soft, long hair, tenderly holding the back of his head, lips pressing idly to his shoulder, fingertips tracing the outlines of his scars — Your touch mends his skin anew.

And when he hears your voice, soft and shaky and beautiful, sounding on the edge of falling apart, his heart breaks. The words resonate so deep within his chest, inside his skull — I don't want to lose you, I can't lose you. Please, don't die, Aki. His arms hold you tighter, he presses himself in even deeper, and the pace of his hips grows clumsy as tears well in his eyes, wet drops falling to bloom over your skin.

Don't die. God, for you, he'll try, even though he knows it's useless, because destiny has already fated him to. He'll fight against it, as best he can, until the day he takes his final breath. For you.

He can't stop himself from crying then, from speaking through his sobs and quiet sniffles, promises he's not sure he can keep: I'm not gonna leave you, I'm not, I won't. Please, I don't want you to cry. I love you, oh, sweetheart. I love you more than anything.

His voice sounds weak, breaking at the edges, and when he looks at you, grasping your chin between his fingers, his eyes are puffy, his cheeks are tear-stained. His thumb swipes over your quivering lips, a warm knot coils in the pit of his stomach. When he reaches his peak, you're falling from the edge alongside him not too long after. Aki holds you as close to himself as he can manage, riding his high with you, forgetting about the world as you take him to heaven, just as he wished.

As he catches his breath, he rests his forehead against yours, soft bangs brushing over your skin. His hand grips yours tightly, fingertips caressing your knuckles. He brings your hand to his chest, places it over his heart, lets you feel where it's beating. Thrumming to a gentle rhythm, soft and warm and real.

I'm right here, my love, I'm right here. I'll crawl home, even from the depths of hell, just to return to your arms. I promise.

#aki hayakawa x reader #aki x reader #aki hayakawa smut #chainsaw man x reader #csm x reader #aki hayakawa

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emmyrosee · 2 years

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A small bit of chocolate cake dances in front of your lips as Atsumu twirls the end of the fork in the air, waiting for you to finish your last bite before feeding you another.

It’s quiet in your home, one of the rare occasions where Atsumu is not only home, but your daughter is down for the night and you two can get to know each other again, get back into intimacy and reignite the embers of your still glowing love.

“We need to do this more often, momma,” he hums, watching as the chocolate disappears past your lips. “Miss our little date nights.”

“I miss them too,” you confess, taking a sip of your wine. Then, you smile and scoot closer to him, your head angling up to nip at his ear, “you know what else I miss?”

He grins at you as a massive hand cups your jawline, “I’ve got an idea or two.”

Before you can connect the kiss, a small flash of pink sneaks in your gaze out of the corner of your eye, and you chuckle in defeat as Atsumu settles with kissing the chocolate at the corner of your lips. “Daaaaaddy?” A small voice whines from the other side of the room. Her tiny arms are squeezing her stuffed dog to her chest, and she give Atsumu her best puppy eyes to have his attention.

He gives her a sigh and a smile, “sweetness, I thought I tucked you in an hour ago?” Regardless of his words, he licks the fork free of chocolate frosting before opening his arms out for her to jump into.

“Jus’ wanted to ask a question,” she defends, padding her way into his arms and nuzzling into his chest. Her lips find their way to suckle on her stuffed animals ear, a sign that she was focused.

You and Atsumu look at each other, merely trying to hold back your laughter. She was officially at that age where her favorite word was “why,” and any time she had a question, she was sure to let you both (and the cashiers at the grocery store, or the waitress at the cafe, or the man in line at Osamu’s shop) know.

“Okay, I’ll bite,” he says, his nose burrowing in her hair. “What’s your question, princess?”

“Where do babies come from?”

Your daughter’s question is prompted by Atsumu’s face instantly shooting up from its perch in her hair, his honey eyes wide as saucers and face pulled in a shocked expression. “Excuse me?”

“Well, Aki’s mommy’s having a baby, ‘nd I dunno how it got there!”

Your eyes instantly meet, wondering just how to approach such a topic that completely blindsided you both, “w-well, sweetheart,” you begin, taking a sip of your wine. “When.. uh… when mommies and daddies love each other-“

“They send out a little message to gods,” Atsumu interrupts, his eyes falling to his now amazed child. “Do you remember when Uncle Shinsuke told you about the gods who watch over us?”

“Yuh-huh!” She says with a quick nod of her head. Atsumu relaxes slightly, “well, mommies and daddies show their love for each other to those gods, and they decide who gets to have babies to pass that love onto. And that’s why it can be two daddies or two mommies or sometimes, even just one; the gods will give babies to people who are ready and sent their little prayer.”

“And that’s how you got me?” She asks, wide eyes looking between you both. “You asked the gods for me?”

Then, a genuine smile graces Atsumu’s lips, “believe me baby,” he plants a sweet kiss to her head. “You were the answer to all my prayers.” And your heart melts like chocolate when his eyes flick back up to meet yours, the same, innocent smile on his cheeks. “Now, why don’t you go hug mommy and head back upstairs, and I’ll be up to tuck you back in, yeah?”

“Okay daddy!” She hums, seemingly satisfied with her fathers answer. She crawls over to your lap to squeeze a hug around your neck, all before scrambling off of the couch and scurrying back upstairs.

In amazement, your eyes move to Atsumu, who watches your baby’s movements like a hawk. “Where the hell did you pull that from?” You snort, watching as his face contorts in mock offense.

“What! You don’t think that was good?”

“I think that was really good, and that’s why I’m wondering how you came up with it.”

He chuckles and leans in for another kiss, which you happily give. Your hand cups his jawline and lips planting another sweet kiss to his nose, “all this tells me is that you’re in charge of telling her about Santa Claus.”

“What about Santa Claus?” He asks, face completely serious before crumbling to a smirk when you shove his chest with a giggle and a ‘shut up.’ Atsumu merely sighs dramatically before rising to his feet with a tired groan, his hand carding through his tousled blonde locks, “kid’s gonna give me grey hairs before she’s even six.”

“You just dye over the grey hairs you’ve already got anyways, what’s the difference with these?”

Atsumu sends you one final, playful glare before looking up to the sky as if to search for strength, “I ask you for a blessing and you give me her?”

“Watch your mouth- and quit blaming the gods for the way I crashed into your life, you know you love me.”

He offers you a little snort before leaning back down towards you, a large paw cupping your chin in his fingers before guiding you up and into a sweet, yet secure kiss.

“They’ve given me all I could want, and more, baby.”

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luvring · 1 year

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FIRST SNOW

aki + gn!reader | established relationship, just fluff

oh i dislike this a lot actually but keeping it in my drafts makes me want to piss my pants so you know. choose the lesser evil

winter with me masterlist

the forecast says it'll snow tomorrow.

seriously? it's that time of year again?

mm, it could be wrong?

but the next morning you wake up, and frost tinted windows greet you instead of the sun. the apartments across from yours are already coated in white, and you watch a gust of wind shake the trees below you. it’s cold, is your first thought. you almost expect to see your breath when you exhale—maybe you should turn the heater up.

taking a deep breath, you move to get out of bed when an unexpected arm wraps around your waist. it pulls you back into the body beside you where you’re met with a warm kiss to your shoulder, and an accompanying honey-like murmur. "guess it wasn't wrong."

the both of you decide to stay in bed a little longer—aki had the day off, thankfully, and says so as he nuzzles into you, pulling the blanket to make sure it covered your feet. the earth seems to breathe with the wind, its exhales rhythmic frozen blasts of air. you turn to face your boyfriend; he paid little attention to the world outside, eyes closed, more focused on gently rubbing circles on your back and staying warm.

you look down at him. “i’m glad we got matching pajamas.”

“yeah?”

“you look cute. you and your little snowmen.” aki opens an eye to look down at himself, a smiling snowman, top hat and all, staring back. he could hear the amusement in your voice and he huffs. sneaking his hand around, aki pinches your waist and you yelp before smacking his hand away. this time he laughs, kissing your collar and muttering a half-hearted “sorry.”

you take the fabric of his shirt in your fingers, squishing two of the snowmen together as if they were hugging. he had given you a confused stare when you held the pajama set in front of him for the first time.

do you want me to buy it for you?

no, i have my own right here.

…you’re messing with me.

please? we could match.

it hasn’t even snowed yet.

yeah, but when it does we’ll be ready.

you waited on the couch, turning when you heard his slippers against the wooden floor. there was something silly (the most accurate term you could think of) about your boyfriend in a christmas pajama set. he kept fiddling with the fabric and scratching behind his ear, eyes darting down at the both of you every couple of minutes.

you look cute.

yeah, yeah. you look cuter.

the both of you, at some point, started to name all the snowmen out of boredom. you didn’t make it very far, thinking of maybe 7 names before giving up.

you poke each one, pausing when you reached the one that sat on his forearm. "do you remember this one's name?"

aki stops his movements, but doesn’t move from his position against your neck. "which one?"

"this one. with the red toque and scarf."

he looks at the snowman you poke for a second. "you named her pow-pow because the toque reminded you of power's horns."

"oh, so you do care about them," you reply dramatically. aki says nothing, but his exhaled breath is warm as he lightly pinches you again. you laugh, and he seems to melt further into you at the sound.

"aki?"

"hm?"

"do you think we could actually go build a snowman? on the balcony?"

"i don't know if the snow would be sticky enough for that."

"…do you wanna try?"

this time he moves to look at you, resting his cheek against his palm. his lips twitch into a smile. "i think we should make breakfast first."

“but then we have to get out of bed.”

aki hums, leaning into you again and asking against your skin, “and making snowmen wouldn’t need that step?”

“...touché.”

despite your words, neither of you move to get up. you shuffle a little only because your arm starts to fall asleep underneath your boyfriend, who moves to take some weight off of you when he notices. your voice is soft, as if speaking any louder would take this moment away. “did you wanna stay in bed for a while?”

there’s a beat of silence where aki mulls over his answer. he’d be spending the day with you either way, and maybe getting up now would let the both of you do more later. but he can feel your breaths on the top of his head, and your fingers are tracing little hearts and stars on his back.

he can’t remember the last time you were doing it instead of him—most days he found himself the only one up, softly kissing your forehead before leaving for the day. so he takes a breath and pulls the comforter a little higher. the wind rushes past the window again, and he closes his eyes to the brightness outside before mumbling, “mhm, goodnight.”

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#chainsaw man #aki hayakawa x reader #csm #aki hayakawa fluff #aki hayakawa #winter with nia #q

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the12thnightproject · 5 months

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Chapter 29: Girl Talk. Mai and Katsuko try to pass the Bechdel test.

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?

As the splash from the cannonball rippled out in circles, rocking our boat, I risked standing up to scan the water’s surface looking for something, some sign, proof of life, I guess.

How long could Mitsuhide hold his breath, if that was what he was doing?

What if that blast had knocked him out?

Maybe he was even now sinking deeper and deeper?

Before I could second guess myself, I prepared to dive in, but Kyubei had made the same decision, and made it faster. He thrust the crossbow into my hands and tore off his clothing-

Sploosh!

Right next to us, a geyser of water and Mitsuhide erupted out of the ocean. He took a deep gasping gulp of air. Casually, he folded his arms on the side of the boat, looking like a Sengoku era Kilroy, and into our silence said, "Kyubei? Where are your clothes?

Relief warred with an urge to-

"Far be it from me to point out the obvious, Kaya, but the Mouri ship is over there, and not in the middle of my forehead. May I gently suggest you point that weapon... that way." He gestured to a point over my shoulder.

For one moment, I entertained a rather murderous thought and kept the weapon where I was aiming it for an extra long pause before I returned the crossbow to Kyubei, who had quickly thrown his haori back on. "It's a wonder none of your friends have murdered you yet." I'd addressed it half to Mitsuhide and half to Hideyoshi, who was still sputtering outraged syllables.

"I've often wondered the same about you." Mitsuhide slid into the boat with athletic grace, and then elegantly knocked some water out of his ears.

"Oh that’s easy enough. I don’t have any friends," I tossed it out there without thinking, although I suppose it’s more or less the truth. Unless you counted Sasuke, who was currently five hundred years in the future (right - Mai and I still needed to compare notes once we got out of this situation). Anyway, now wasn't the time to dwell on my friendless state. The immediate danger of the Mouri’s rowboat had passed, but we were still stuck in the lagoon, with a pirate ship blocking our exit.

The morning sun soon revealed that our state had become even more precarious, illuminating the Mouri soldiers who were waiting for us on the shore. Well, since we’d – I’d – burned down their fort, they’d probably be a lovely welcoming committee should we decide to take our chances on swimming back to the island. I doubted they’d be greeting us with a plate of cookies.

Mitsuhide seemed supremely unconcerned by any of that. He'd pulled his clothes back on, though the fabric clung damply to his wet body. I looked away. It wasn’t worth dwelling on. As if nothing major had interrupted the morning, he asked Mai and Hideyoshi if they managed to get any rest.

“Until your pre-dawn swim, I did.” Hideyoshi’s response was a growl, the ‘you self-sacrifical ass’ went unspoken but was still broadcast loud and clear.

After a quick glance at the position of the sun, Mitsuhide scanned the horizon to the north, and nodded as something large and dark glided into sight. Many somethings. "Perfectly on time," Mitsuhide turned to Hideyoshi. "After all your lectures, is it not gratifying to know that Masamune can be prompt when it's absolutely necessary?"

The long dark thing separated into a line of iron hulled warships. The Oda fleet of atakebune. It was obvious that Motanari’s single Portuguese vessel was outgunned. Hideyoshi easily flipped into tactical mode as he gazed at the approaching reinforcements. “What happened to the Mouri navy?”

“We moved up the timetable and got here first,” Mitsuhide said, as Motonari’s carrack raised sails, the blue sash still flying from the top of it, and booked it out to sea.

The Oda fleet, built for coastal defense, didn’t bother to follow.

Mitsuhide smiled and turned his face to the sun. "Lovely day for a sail, would you say?" He didn’t quite get to the point of an ‘I love it When a Plan Comes Together’, but it was implied.

By the time we’d made our way out of the cove to meet Oda’s large vessel, Hideyoshi had apparently either forgiven Mitsuhide for worrying him, or decided that it was all a part and parcel of the entity of Mitsuhide. Conversely, Mitsuhide had not forgiven me for leaving the tree to rescue Mai. I was effectively shut out of whatever conversation there was, and left to sit quietly in the end of the boat.

Probably when we got onboard Nobunaga’s ship, I would be in for a full lecture, without the audience of Hideyoshi and Mai.

Once we were off Kyubei’s little sailboat, Mitsuhide was reabsorbed into his life as Nobunaga’s left-hand man, and I was left on the sidelines. I would have volunteered to do something to help… but they didn’t really need me. The Oda clan, while completely polite, was a mostly well-oiled machine (with one rather clumsy exception). Everyone had tasks, and everyone performed them diligently, with no stopping to rest or relax or socialize. With Motonari having evaded capture and sailed off into the sunset, the Oda warlords were far too involved in what they called “war council,” to find some busywork for me to do (I’d asked Hideyoshi, and been politely told to “take a well earned rest young lady”).

Though Nobunaga formally thanked me for my help, he was of course mostly holed up with Hideyoshi and Mitsuhide, apparently plotting out the next step. The ship we were on, was of Portuguese construction too, so of course it could pursue Motonari, but it was too risky a move to pursue without the support of the shore-hugging atakebune, so we were headed... where?

"Sakai first." The only member of the Oda's inner circle to spend any time at all talking to me was a sweet young man named Mitsunari. He had found me sitting on deck watching the coasts of the Southern islands drift past and had paused to answer my question. In spite of, or perhaps because of, his rather absentminded air, I found Mitsunari a restful companion, and during the few times I was in all the warlords’ presence, I'd gravitated toward his side.

Don’t get me wrong, I didn’t dislike any of them (aside from Mitsuhide, I needed to hold onto my hate like a winter parka in a blizzard) but I didn’t know them well enough to hang out. For the most part, they were all more focused on nurturing Mai. Though she was Hideyoshi's woman, it was clear she was a favorite of all of them. Maybe even their "center" for lack of a better word. Nobunaga called her his lucky charm, and though she was from my time originally, she had become a true Oda Princess in character as well as in name.

I realized that Mitsunari was still talking. Oops. I'd phased right out. "I'm sorry, I missed that." Impolite Katsu!

“Oh. Do you do that too? Sometimes it is hard to keep what is in my head quiet enough to see what is going on around me.” Mitsunari seemed unbothered by my inattention. "Not to worry Lady Kaya. I am certain you have much on your mind too. I asked you if you were coming back to Azuchi with Mitsuhide.”

"Um, I don't know." I didn’t know when Mitsuhide planned to go on to Azuchi. We'd had an agreement. If we didn’t find Aki with Mai and Hideyoshi, he'd promised to keep helping my search. But, would he consider that agreement still valid? The 'tree incident' (for want of a better description) might have invoked a disobedience clause. "I should discuss that with him."

"Hideyoshi asked Mitsuhide if they should prepare one of the guest quarters in the castle for you, but I didn’t hear what the answer was." Mitsunari paused, as if trying to form another question in his head, and then dropped the conversation entirely when a gust of wind grabbed one of his papers and blew it toward the sails.

"I'll get that!" I already knew that we did not want Mitsunari climbing around in the rigging. Over the past couple of days, he'd tripped over a bucket, sending dirty water across the entire deck, nearly garroted himself on a sail line, and had knocked Ieyasu overboard (luckily we'd been anchored at the time).

Just as I was reaching for the paper… I’ve done this before. It was another of those odd not-my-memory memories: a vision of climbing a tree to retrieve one of Mitsunari's papers. I closed my eyes to ward off the image, and that feeling of displacement that accompanied it.

A set of cool hands wrapped around my waist and pulled me back into the present. Into reality. Mitsuhide. I could feel this touch through my clothing. "I realize that you find vertical surfaces nearly irresistible, but I must insist you refrain from scampering about like a demented squirrel." He plucked me off the mast and set me on the deck.

I handed the paper to Mitsunari, and mouthed 'Help me' at him. He simply bowed and wandered away, leaving me alone with Mitsuhide for the first time since the tree incident. Granted, we weren't technically alone. Not with the Oda vassals and sailors scurrying around us, but Mitsuhide had that way of pitching his voice low and quiet and somehow erecting a force field around a conversation. We might have been invisible.

"I wasn't demented. I was helping Mitsunari. Do you really want him climbing around up there?" Besides this time, Mitsuhide hadn't told me not to climb. He was probably just seizing the opportunity to finish his long delayed lecture and — his hands were still holding onto my waist. I took a step back. Even after we broke apart, I could still feel the impression of his fingers, as if I had been clay, and he a sculptor.

"What I would like is for you start using that brain of yours for something beyond fighting me." He tapped his finger on my forehead. "Think before you leap... up... or down."

Feeling unfairly accused, I fell into the trap and spoke without thinking. "And maybe you should listen before you leap to conclu- "

"Kaya!" Out of nowhere, Mai appeared and grabbed my hand. "Finally. I’ve been wanting to talk to you forever." She turned to Mitsuhide and gave him a dazzling smile. "Excuse us. Girl talk. You can have her back later."

Before he (or I for that matter) could respond, she'd tugged me away, keeping hold of my hand until we were safely in the quarters she was sharing with Hideyoshi. That man was nowhere in sight, probably he was still strategizing with Nobunaga.

She slammed the door shut, then looked nervously over her shoulder, as if Mitsuhide could or have teleported through it. Then she sighed. “There.”

Though well timed, her rescue had seemed unprompted. "Did Mitsunari tell you I needed help?"

"Not exactly. He said you were with Mitsuhide, but seemed to have forgotten how to talk, I got curious. And well, I was gonna let the two of you wallow in your u.s.t, but figured you both needed a cooling off period first." She plopped down on the bed (an actual European, raised off the floor bed) and bounced a little. "I wish we could take these back to Azuchi."

Ignoring the odd tangent, I focused on her initial comment. "First of all, a - that was not u.s.t., that was actual anger. It’s hard to tell with him because, b, he is carved from a block of ice, and, therefore, c, a cooling off period is redundant, oh and,“ I counted off on my fingers to make sure where I was in this list, "d, I don’t want to talk about him because it would be nice now that I've found another woman I can talk to, to have a conversation that passes the Bechdel test, especially since you probably actually know what that is." And then, for emphasis, I plopped down on the bed, actually threw myself onto its softness and stared up at the ceiling. “You might have a point about the bed or - at least the pillow." I grabbed the pillow and hugged it to me. “Note to self. Next time I time travel, I’m bringing a pillow.”

“Shhhh.” She suddenly sat up and looked at the porthole… which was sealed shut. "Sorry. Not too many people know my secret. Just Hideyoshi and Nobunaga … and now you. But how did you know I was from the future when we've never met?"

"Sasuke knows, which is how I learned about you." Well more or less. Because it made more sense to start at the beginning, I did so, summarizing the past seven years as minimally as possible.

"Wait. You time travelled to your father, but he didn’t tell you he was your dad? That's kind of,” she seemed to be reaching for a word, but too polite to supply it.

So I did it for her. "Shitty. I know. Anyway Aki’s note mentioned Sasuke, so I hunted him down and we compared notes. Since you, Hideyoshi and Aki all disappeared from Sakai, Sasuke wondered if you all went into the wormhole. Or a wormhole. There could be more than one. Anyway. Details. Sasuke went to the future to see if he could find you there, leaving me to work with Mitsuhide here." I rolled my eyes to remind her of how that was going.

"He can be a tease sometimes but his heart is in the right place." I must have looked clearly skeptical on that, because she added, "The more he teases, the more he actually means what he says underneath."

So. He really means that I'm impossible. Why are we talking about him again? "Look, let's get back to my father, who may or not be somewhere in the future. Did Motonari ever mention Aki- or Akihira- or Yamaoka Akihira?"

She shook her head. "Honestly, we did not spend much time with him. He basically did some moustache twirling, locked us up on his ship, then sent us to that island. We were the only two prisoners, and once we were on the island, I only saw the guard who brought my food." She shivered, and I felt guilty about making her relive it.

Aki's disappearance was probably coincidence. Which meant, even though Mitsuhide had said he'd still help me after we found Mai and Hideyoshi, the chance of him having the resources to do so, if it involved time travel, was getting smaller and smaller. Even if I could figure out how to go through a wormhole on my own, it wouldn’t be right to ask Mitsuhide to come with me. Nor would he agree to leave this era. He was needed by Nobunaga – even, I as an outsider, could see how important he was.

Damn, I Really needed to see the rest of Aki’s letter. Hm. Shot in the dark. "Er. Did anyone mention anything about an Iekane? I think," I tried to recall the contents of the letter we'd found at de Sousa’s so long ago, “he was using the name Kanemori, and claimed to have access to silver mines.”

She wrinkled her nose in concentration – an action I bet charmed everyone around her. “Not ringing a bell. Is he another part of this conspiracy – or whatever it was?"

“He is, but I don't know how. Or how much.” And whether the silver mines were the end game, or something very different – something to do with Aki and time travel. “He’s who ended up with the Oda’s weapons shipment.”

"Sorry. Maybe Hideyoshi might know who he is?" She poked at my sleeve, which had gotten ripped in all the insanity on the island. "I need to be doing something with my hands while I talk. Do you mind if I grab my sewing kit and fix this?"

"You were kidnapped with your sewing box?" I hadn’t seen it when we were escaping.

"No. Mitsuhide had Kyubei bring it from Azuchi with the rest of our clothing. He was that certain he would find us. He had one of Hideyoshi's pipes too." She rummaged through a trunk, leaving me to sit with the memory of a puzzle box containing a pipe and a lock of Mai colored hair.

The sooner I get away from these people the better.

Mai returned to my side before I'd had a chance to move, or even think more clearly about my plans to extricate myself from this contract. Besides her sewing box, she'd brought a yukata for me to wear while she repaired my clothes. I thought of the turquoise one Mitsuhide had given me. Unlike Mai's clothes, my "Kaya" clothes were still in Sakai. That was ok though. I didn’t need to be Kaya, I needed to be Katsu, and I had all of Katsu’s identity with me.

"When we get back to Azuchi, I'd love to design something just for you. To thank you for the rescue." Mai hummed happily as she carefully sewed up the seam.

Ignoring the assumption that I’d be joining them in Azuchi, I simply told her. "If you could make a sports bra, I'd follow you to the ends of the earth."

"I know, right? No lycra in the Sengoku." She frowned." I might be able to rig something with cotton? But anyone who saw it would wonder at it. Besides, maybe it’s a time paradox too. What if some anthropologist found it?"

Given the whole Kenshin, Shingen, Motonari back from the dead, Nobunaga and Mitsuhide still alive situation, I doubted the existence of a sports bra would cause a time paradox. Not to mention… "No one is going to see my underwear." I pulled the sash of the yukata tighter. Mitsuhide had possibly seen everything while I was unconscious, but that had been a medical necessity. And if he had seen everything, he’d politely not mentioned it. A rare case of non-teasing.

Following my chain of thoughts, Mai produced a fairly credible interpretation of Mitsuhide's smirk. "Not even Mitsuhide?"

Ugh. Here we go again.

"We have a contract. We are all business when we're in private. And he's mad that I left the tree to rescue you." When she looked up in confusion, I added, "I wasn't supposed to be the one who broke you out. I was supposed to give them cover while they went in there. When you overpowered that first guard, the commander sent another guard to check it out, so I needed to get you before the second guy raised the alarm."

"I could explain that to him." She shook out the material, examining it for other tears and signs of wear.

"Don't. If he's not going to listen to me, I don't want him to have to take someone else's word first." Besides, in the past I had given him more than enough reasons to distrust me.

She hummed again, but from the look on her face, I suspected she was going to try and intercede anyway.

"Don't." I warned her once again. "It will work itself out one way or another." The another being that I'd be long gone. If these days on the boat had taught me anything, it was that Mitsuhide's life, his future belonged to Azuchi.

Whereas mine… I’d be moving on, looking for Aki, which it appears also meant hunting down Iekane.

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