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xxsabitoxx · 9 months

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xxSabitoxx Imagines/Drabbles Masterlist

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Updated Aug.12th 2023

Awkward Encounter | Gyutaro x AFAB Reader | FLUFF/SUGGESTIVE

Play Fight | Shinobu x AFAB Reader | SUGGESTIVE

Shit Talker | Sanemi x GN Reader | SMUT

Sanemi Falls In Love For The First Time | Sanemi x GN Reader | FLUFF

Rengoku Falls In Love For The First Time | Rengoku x GN Reader | FLUFF

Plush | Rengoku x Tengen x Wives x Reader | FLUFF/SMUT

Take it and Shut Up | Megumi x AFAB Reader | SMUT

Stay Still | Sukuna x AFAB Reader | SMUT

Attention Please! | Tengen x AFAB Reader | SMUT

Caught in the Rain | Tengen x AFAB Reader | SMUT

Earn It | Shinobu x AFAB Reader | SMUT

First | Nobara x AFAB Reader | SMUT

Just For You | Inumaki x AFAB Reader | SMUT

Seven Minutes in Heaven | Giyu x AFAB Reader | SMUT

Seven Minutes in Heaven | Itadori x AFAB Reader | SMUT

Referring to Them as a “friend”| Giyu, Rengoku, Sanemi | NO SET GENRE

Dating Okkotsu Yuta | Yuta x GN Reader | FLUFF/SMUT

JJK and Your Habit of being Topless | JJK Characters x AFAB Reader | NO SET GENRE

Dating Rengoku (Modern AU) | Rengoku x GN Reader | FLUFF/SMUT/ANGST

Mornings with Sanemi | Sanemi x AFAB Reader | SMUT

Singer Shinobu | Singer Shinobu x AFAB Shy Reader | FLUFF/SMUT

Bathing with Giyu | Giyu x GN Reader | NO SET GENRE

Gojo & Geto Fighting for your Attention | Gojo & Geto x GN Reader | NO SET GENRE

Childhood Friends | Megumi x AFAB Reader | FLUFF

Winning His Heart | Akaza x AFAB Reader | SMUT

Dramatic Megumi | Megumi x AFAB Reader | FLUFF

His Favorite | Douma & Reader | NO SET GENRE

Irresistible | Akaza x AFAB Reader | SMUT

His Personal Assistant | Hawks x AFAB Reader | NO SET GENRE

First Love | Kakyoin x AFAB Reader | FLUFF

No Escaping | Sukuna x AFAB Reader | SMUT

A Guiding Hand | Rengoku x NB Reader | SMUT

Tempest | Sanemi x AFAB Demon Reader | MILD DEAD DOVE /SMUT

Cravings | Sanemi x AFAB Pregnant Reader | FLUFF

The Fourth Wife | Tengen & Wives x AFAB Reader | NO SET GENRE

Mornings with Makio | Makio x AFAB Reader | NO SET GENRE

Mornings with Hinatsuru | Hina x AFAB Reader | NO SET GENRE

Mornings with Suma | Suma x AFAB Reader | NO SET GENRE

Smile | Megumi x AFAB Reader | SMUT

I Hate Him | Sanemi x AFAB Reader | FLUFF

Uzui Gang & Public Tension | Tengen x Wives x AFAB Reader | SMUT

Tengen & His Husband | Tengen x AMAB Reader | FLUFF/SUGGESTIVE

Reward | Muzan x AFAB Reader | SMUT

Loosen Up | Sanemi x Giyu x AFAB Reader | SMUT

Team Bucciarati & Walking in on you Changing | Bucci Gang x AFAB Reader | NO SET GENRE

College Roommates Shinobu | Shinobu x AFAB Reader | SMUT

Easy | Douma x AFAB Reader | SMUT

Cut | Aki x AFAB Reader | NO SET GENRE

Needy | Geto x AFAB Reader | SMUT

I Want a Baby | Tengen x AFAB Reader | FLUFF/SMUT

Experience | Kishibe x AFAB Reader | SMUT

Promise Me | Giyu x GN Reader | ANGST

Being Sanemi’s Tsugoku | Sanemi x AFAB Reader | NO SET GENRE

Sanemi at the Butterfly Estate | Sanemi x AFAB Reader | SMUT

Secret Relationship | Sanemi x AFAB Reader | FLUFF

Sanemi being Vocal | Sanemi x AFAB Reader | SMUT

Exploring with Sanemi | Sanemi x AFAB Reader | CRACK/FLUFF

Dating Dabi | Dabi x AFAB Reader | NO SET GENRE

Sanemi and his Newborn | Sanemi x AFAB Reader | NO SET GENRE

Urogi’s Sensitive Wings | Urogi x AFAB Reader | SMUT

Personal Heater | Rengoku x AFAB Reader | NO SET GENRE

Sensitive Aizetzu | Aizetsu x AFAB Reader | SMUT

Rengoku’s Nurse | Rengoku x AFAB Reader | SMUT

Twenty One | Rengoku x GN Reader | FLUFF/ANGST

Tengen and your Panties | Tengen x AFAB Reader | SUGGESTIVE

Kyojuro and his Newborn | Rengoku x AFAB Reader | FLUFF

Drunk Giyu | Giyu x AFAB Reader | SMUT

Drunk Tengen | Tengen x AFAB Reader | SMUT

Drunk Kyojuro | Rengoku x AFAB Reader | SMUT

Pissing off Sanemi | Sanemi x AFAB Reader | SUGGESTIVE

Recoil | Haganezuka x AFAB Reader | SMUT

Meeting the Rengoku Family | Rengoku x GN Reader | FLUFF

Stalker Giyu | Giyu x AFAB Reader | SMUT

Pride Month Imagines | Tengen | Shinobu | Rengoku & Giyu

Pull Out | Rengoku x AFAB Reader | SMUT w/concerning themes

Lecture | Rengoku x AFAB Kocho Sister Reader | SUGGESTIVE/CRACK

Keeping Secrets | Giyu x AFAB Wife Reader | FLUFF

Never Mine | Geto x GN Reader | SMUT?/ANGST

Pheromone Perfume | Sanemi x AFAB Reader | SMUT

Guard Dogs | Satoru + Suguru x GN Reader | NO SET GENRE

Competition 15k special | Sanemi x Giyu x AFAB Reader | SMUT

Karoke 15k special | Satoru x Suguru x AFAB Reader | SMUT

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izvmimi · 6 months

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cw: selfship content. halloween themed. female reader. multiple children are mentioned, all named. family fluff.

You sigh, running gel through your son’s freshly dyed sandy blond hair for what feels like the third time in the last twenty minutes as he frowns in the mirror and points to portions where his curls have overpowered his desire to mimic Dynamight’s signature spiky tips.

“Maybe we should just cut this part?” Izumi asks, a slight whine in his voice. You shake your head and tut.

“Be patient with me, honey,” you insist. He doesn’t seem so sure, brow furrowing which you smooth out with your non-sticky pinky. He whines again and you look to your other son instead to prevent yourself from being just as frustrated with him. Aki is sitting quietly and waiting patiently, kicking his feet as he sits on the edge of your bed and it makes you chuckle, because somehow the two-toned wig suits him a little too well, and you can imagine Shoto as a kid with the exact same peaceful expression on his face as he entertains himself.

You finally come up with styling that your eldest will accept and he gives you a thankful hug then starts to run off, almost tripping over a plastic gauntlet as it falls off his arm, poorly adjusted. Aki looks at you and then his brother, eyes wide in shock, and you find yourself laughing, because again, he’s got Shoto’s mannerisms down a little too perfectly.

“Mom!” Izumi immediately calls out, not bothering to pick the gauntlet up, pointing at it helplessly.

“Baby, it’s not broken, don’t worry,” you reply softly, coming over. You scoop it up and kneel to readjust it just when Izuku comes in, a little Red Riot on his hip, and your only child with a traditional costume, Atsuna the Good Witch, trailing close behind holding her father’s hand in a bright pink glittery dress.

“Is everything okay?” Izuku asks, tentatively. He’s dressed as a mummy but his heavily bandaged up face only sparing his curls, his eyes, parts of his nose and his mouth reminds you too much of every time he’s been practically chained to a hospital bed. Atsuna, as though summoned, runs over to tap a visibly anxious Izumi’s shoulder with her wand and he bristles at her but doesn’t snap and you’re thankful that your irritable son still loves his little siblings more than anything.

“The gauntlets won’t stay on,” Izumi grumbles. You fasten them carefully then remember you have tape and ask him to hold on. Izuku adjusts Kenji who’s sucking on a lollipop with zero cares in the world on his hip and frowns sympathetically.

“Aw, that sucks, buddy! You know whose costume doesn’t have gauntlets-“

“Izuku,” you warn as you rummage through the drawers for a lasting solution to the Gauntlet Affair.

“I’m just saying!” He calls back. Atsuna floats up to her dad’s eye level then taps her wand on his nose as well and he smiles at her before booping her on the nose as well. She giggles as 4 year old girls are wont to do and Izuku figures out her bid for attention and cradles her in his other arm.

“Aren’t you the cutest witch?” He praises her and she replies, “Princess witch, Dad! Princess witch!”

“Yes, Princess witch, of course!”

They play together for a moment while Kenji finally decides he’s had enough of sitting still and insists on slipping out of Izuku’s grasp to sit with Aki instead. Aki carries him awkwardly on his lap, still kicking his feet as he waits. Kenji thrusts his saliva-covered lollipop in his face but Aki shakes his head instead and smiles without consequences.

You let out a breath you didn’t know you were holding as you finally secure the gauntlets with enough tape to last sixteen years of play. Izumi, now overjoyed, throws a few punches then jumps for joy.

“Okay, let’s go!” He insists, beaming and despite your earlier unrest, this also brings you to a grin.

—-

“I just don’t know why he doesn’t think I’m cool too,” Izuku mopes as the two of you stand back at the edge of the curb, watching Izumi, Aki and Atsuna collect candy from a particularly well decorated house. Atsuna stands ahead, singing “Trick or Treat!” and gets the oohs and ahhs she deserves while Izumi pretends to be tough and gets candy regardless, and Aki is tremendously polite as usual, bowing as he’s treated as well.

“Let your kids escape you for one night, Izuku, please,” you reply. He pouts again and you giggle. “Just on our short walk here we passed by five Dekus, I think you’re liked enough.”

“It’s not the same!”

Izumi might look nearly exactly like Izuku but that similarity is bidirectional when it comes to pleading with you.

Kenji looks at his dad and shakes his head too solemnly which makes you nearly burst out laughing, and then he offers you a now nearly completely consumed lollipop stick that almost sticks to your Dorothy costume wig if not for your artful dodge. You peck his forehead to distract him as you gently remove it from his sticky fingers, then continue to watch ahead at your older children.

“And he banishes us,” Izuku adds, displeased.

“He’s banishing you, not me,” you correct.

“I can’t stop people from asking me for autographs.” Izuku’s close to another why-doesn’t-my-son-love-me spiral, as Izumi often sends him in, and you pat his cheek sympathetically.

“I know, and that’s why I appreciate the mummy costume this year, although it’s not working with our theme, baby.” You pinch his cheek.

“I think considering half of us are cosplaying as my high school friends, and the other half the Wizard of Oz, we don’t have a cohesive theme anyway,” he retorts, crossing his arms. He looks satisfied with his response and you raise an eyebrow.

“Are you telling me I should have dressed like Ochaco?”

The blood drains from his face.

“When did I say this?”

“Careful,” you reply icily. He gives you a nervous smile, then kisses you on the forehead. You let him defrost you, and Izuku pulls away as both of you receive a group text.

We’re turning the loop, we’ll meet you halfway? Your friend texts you and Izuku. With that text, there’s a picture of Bakugou’s son dressed as a little Deku which makes you stifle a laugh. When you turn to Izuku, he’s positively elated. It’s the original suit too, the very first costume he’s ever had at UA and looks almost perfect, and Izuku raves about the attention to detail and how he can’t wait to see the little boy in person.

“See you’re someone’s hero!” you whisper as the kids finally make their way back with their hauls. Atsuna and Aki obediently hand the buckets to you to inspect the candy before you hand them each a piece, and move on to the next. Izumi frowns but reluctantly hands his bucket to his dad.

Izuku takes it and ruffles his hair before Izumi runs off ahead, Aki and Atsuna following close behind. Izumi suddenly stops, and turns to Izuku.

“Dad, race me?” he asks.

Izuku is happier than anything to do so, and you watch your family run down the street, as sweet a sight as can be.

#izuku x reader #izuku midoriya x reader #bnha imagine #mimi's notes #daydreams: bnha #mimidoriya #cw children

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rougepancake · 11 months

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Prompt 89 with power, denji, and aki

OH MY GOD SAY LESS

Prompt 89 - “YOU SENT ME PICTURES OF YOU NAKED WHILE I WAS IN A WORK MEETING”

Ft. Aki Hayakawa, Denji, and Power

Warnings: Slightly suggestive (but not really). Other than that it’s pretty chill

AKI HAYAKAWA

You moped around lazily on your couch, your eyes focused on the television before you as you scrolled through the seemingly endless amount of channels.

All in all, today was pretty uneventful. You hadn’t even been called out to patrol the streets!

But Aki had.

You figured since Aki wasn’t home to make you suffer the consequences of your actions that you could do stupid things and live in the moment. And while that was true, Aki was expected to be home any minute now.

And boy were you in for it.

Finally! You found a channel that was playing some weird European horror movie and pulled out your phone.

135 NEW MESSAGES FROM AKI

Oh you were so done for.

You were getting ready to open the messages, but the sound of the door practically being kicked down caused you to jump and drop your phone.

“Y/n!” Aki shouted and stormed into your shared living room. He spotted you on the floor and pulled you up by your arm, hoisting you onto your feet effortlessly so he could yell at you. “What in the hell was that for?! You knew damn well I was out patrolling with Himeno today!”

“What was what for?” You feigned innocence, but you were only digging your grave deeper. Aki grabbed ahold of your shirt and shook you just enough to make you dizzy. You laughed and looked into his eyes.

“I’m going to give you shaken baby syndrome.”

“You can’t give that to a twenty one year old, dipshit.” You chuckled and patted his cheek gently, only to be picked up and thrown onto the couch. You let out a high pitched squeal and giggled.

Aki didn’t find this overly funny.

“I can find a way.” He huffed and glared down at you. “You’re lucky Himeno didn’t see those.” He mumbled and crossed his arms stubbornly.

“Didn’t see what?” You tilted your head and looked up at him, your eyes shining mischievously. “What are you talking about, Aki?” You said his name so sweetly and it only upset him further.

“YOU SENT ME NUDES WHILE I WAS WORKING!!!” Aki raised his voice and you were sure the neighbors had heard him. You smirked and rolled over onto your side, giving him a playful wink.

“So did you like them or not?”

DENJI

You didn’t even give him some warning. Instead- you broke down the door to the apartment that he shared with Aki and Power and grabbed him by the collar of his shirt, picking him up and dragging him off to god knows where.

He fought and complained the whole time, pouting as you ignored his whining. Knowing Denji, he probably didn’t remember sending you those. Shit- he probably sent them to you accidentally, but that was no excuse.

Once you had gotten far enough away from Aki’s apartment, you released him and glared at him.

“What’s all this abo-“ He started and you shut him up with a sharp jab at his side. Denji grabbed his side and whined like a little kid, hoping you’d show some mercy.

“Denji. I would kill your devil ass right now if it wouldn’t come back on me later.” You grumbled and crossed your arms stubbornly.

“Eh?! What did I even do?!? You’re so mean to me!!” He complained further and you wanted nothing more than to grab him by his shoulders and shake him until his brain was scrambled.

But you couldn’t.

Because 1- you had some morals. And 2- scrambling his brain seemed too nice of a punishment this time.

“Do you not remember..?” You leaned in and whispered darkly. While the both of you knew that you weren’t really upset, you still came off that way. “What have I told you about teasing me while I’m busy? That type of shit isn’t cool.” You huffed.

“Wait what.” Denji stood there, looking at you with that dumb expression on his face. He was at a total loss.

“Do you want me to refresh your memory?” You asked sweetly, batting your eyelashes in a manner that you knew would mislead the poor guy.

“Oh! Uhhh… yes please!” He began to nod enthusiastically, his eyes gleaming with excitement.

“YOU DIPSHIT! YOU SENT ME PICTURES OF YOU NAKED WHILE I WAS IN A MEETING!!” You watched his face fall and had to hold back a laugh. Slowly- he pieced it together and had no shame in telling you that he did.

“Well yeah. Isn’t that the sort of thing I’m supposed to do?” He mumbled and you grabbed him by his shirt again.

“NOT. WHEN. I’M. AT. WORK!”

POWER

“Don’t be cruel to me! For I am thine-“ She was cut off by you quite literally kicking her in the back. You weren’t supposed to return for a good hour or two, so your sudden appearance while she was out on a mission had her baffled.

“What was that for, peasant?!” She huffed and glared at you, rubbing her back with an annoyed sigh.

“Well I wonder.” You said sarcastically. “Let’s sit down and think about what you did today.” You put a hand on your hip and pursed your lips, waiting for her to say something. Anything.

But she just stood there. Looking at you like you had just insulted everything she stood for.

Which wasn’t a lot- but still.

“I have done no such thing to deserve this form of treatment!” She said stubbornly, and you had to physically restrain yourself from lunging at her.

“Power.” You pulled out your phone and showed her the messages she had sent you. “What does this look like to you?”

She took your phone and looked at it before handing it back to you and denying it further.

“‘Tis the rat that made me.”

“I DID NOT!” Denji shouted and chucked a rock at her.

“Power. We both know Denji had nothing to do with this.” You put your phone away and stared into her eyes.

“Nothing to do with what?”

You swear she has the attention span of a newborn baby.

Slowly, you took a deep breath to refrain from shouting at her. “You sent me pictures of you naked. While I was at work. And in a meeting, no less.”

“The devil phone sent those itself!”

“POWER MY BOSS COULD HAVE SEEN THOSE!!!”

#chainsaw man #csm smut #power csm #denji and power #chainsaw man denji #denjichainsawman #csm denji #denji x reader #aki hayakawa #aki chainsaw man #aki csm #csm aki #csm x reader #chainsaw man x reader

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capricornlevi · 1 year

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SHAWTY I HEARD AKI HAYAKAWA AND CAME RUNNING-...Aki as a dad mayhaps? tysm!

aki as a dad!!!!!!!!! yes!!!!!!!!! (wc ~1.5k)

Aki has always been the responsible one.

Ever since he joined the Public Safety Division - even before then, truth be told, since he’s always had an air of seriousness about him, even as a child - he’s been deemed reliable by everyone he encounters.

Trustworthy. The backbone of the force, someone you can depend on. He’s prepared for almost every eventuality, and carries out his work with diligence and stoic dignity.

It’s a point of pride for him. He gets attached too easily, he’s well aware of that, but the fact that other people consider him to be responsible … gives him some small amount of reassurance. Almost as if he’s exuding a little bit of comfort just by being around. It feels nice.

But now, for the first time in his twenty-something years, he feels completely and utterly irresponsible.

Clueless, some could say.

Panicked, too.

Out of his depth.

As he stares down into the bassinet, gazing helplessly at the tiny baby who’s been wailing non-stop for fifteen minutes now, he feels lost.

How can someone so tiny cry for such a long time?

He knew babies were loud in spite of their size - he learned as much from the many parenting books that he read during your pregnancy - but he hadn’t prepared for just how much stamina they have when it comes to screaming. This kid will just not let up. How strong are his lungs?

Aki has tried every trick in the book to get your son to stop crying. The baby has been fed, changed, burped, rocked gently back and forth in the bassinet, has had his temperature checked for a fever at least three times …

Nothing has worked. Not even for a moment. The longest pause was about five seconds long, and it was just so he could catch his breath. The crying resumed immediately afterwards.

Taking a step back to reassess the situation, fixing his posture and rolling his shoulder to try and ease the stress-induced ache, Aki can’t help but notice that he feels a peculiar mix of distress, panic, and shame.

Distress, because the sound of his son crying upsets him greatly. He doesn’t like to think of his baby in a state of discomfort, even though the cause is still completely unknown to him.

Panic, because the cries are only getting louder, and he’s scared that his efforts are only making things worse.

And shame, because he had assured you that he could absolutely handle this by himself.

You had only needed to step outside for an hour or so to go to a dentist appointment, but still tried to bring the baby with you - you spent most of the morning trying to gather your son’s things in preparation for the trip. Outings with a six-week-old are more exhausting than either of you had anticipated, and sometimes you feel as though you should bring suitcases with you, not just a pram.

“No need to go to all the trouble of packing his stuff,” Aki had pointed out, watching you scramble around the apartment to find a clean pair of mittens. As always, his voice was calm and confident. “Since it’s just for an hour - it’s too much effort. I’ll stay here and watch him.”

You paused, a single mitten in one hand and an empty baby bottle in the other.

“You sure?”

“Absolutely. It’ll save you the trouble, plus it’s freezing outside.”

“Certain?” you ask again, trying to keep any concern from leaching into your voice. “Because it’s not that I don’t think you can handle him solo … it’s just neither of us have had to watch him alone before. I haven’t had to do it either, since you’ve always been there to help.”

Aki nods. He’s responsible - he has read all the books, and at this point, he’s spent weeks with his son, learning all about his behaviour and micro-expressions and what babies need to feel safe and comforted. Aki’s as prepared for this task as he is for any other. He’s responsible.

“How different can it be?”

As it turns out, very.

Now, Aki reaches a hand out to give the bassinet another gentle rock - futile, since the last five attempts hadn’t worked, but he tries anyway.

His brows pull together, concern weighing heavily on him. He hasn’t admitted this to anyone - least of all to himself - but deep down, this was always a worry of his.

Because he knows that on some level, the reason why he always acts as the responsible one is that he has to be in order to keep going. He’s spent most of his life feeling the crushing survivor’s guilt from losing his family. That feeling has informed every decision, every choice he’s made in the field, even the way he interacts with the people in his life.

Aki is responsible because he needs to protect. He knows he cannot shoulder the burden of losing another person close to him. He can’t afford to be any less than perfect.

When you first told him that you were pregnant, he had felt surprised, happy, hopeful - the pregnancy wasn’t planned, but his heart still warmed when he saw the barely-contained delight written all over your face.

However, he couldn’t ignore the spark of deep and profound insecurity that ignited in his chest. As the months passed and your due date grew closer, the thoughts started to nag at him.

You’re gonna fuck this up, Aki.

You can’t be a father. You can barely take care of yourself.

How are you ever going to keep this child safe?

He worked for months to overcome those feelings; for all of your sake, not just his own. For the most part, it worked - the first few weeks of your son’s life had been exhausting but rewarding, filled with moments of happiness that helped drown out his worried thoughts.

And recently, Aki had started to think that, yeah, maybe he could do this, maybe you could both do this together, since you make such a good team …

But that confidence seems to evaporate now that he’s by himself.

When he hears the front door push open a few minutes later, Aki’s heart sinks. You’re back home early and you’re about to see his utter failure.

He couldn’t even look after the kid for an hour … how is he going to handle the rest of his life?

“Everything okay?” you ask softly, approaching the two of them once you’ve set your bag and keys down on the counter. You could hear the sounds of crying from down the hall; the sound is never easy to hear, but it’s made all the more difficult when you see the expression on Aki’s face. “What’s wrong?”

“He won’t stop crying,” Aki admits, each syllable laced with shame. “The whole time you were gone. I don’t have a clue what to do, I tried everything.”

“It’s probably nothing,” you answer, and you mean it, too. You’re protective, of course, but you approach these situations a bit more practically than Aki does - as long as the baby is safe, fed, and taken care of, then it’s probably nothing to worry about. “Have you tried talking to him?”

He looks up at you, baffled.

“I - talking?”

You smile, warm as you can. “Talking. Letting him hear your voice, you know? Obviously he won’t know what you’re saying, but it’s worth a shot.”

And well … even though he’s still confused, Aki feels he may as well give it a shot. He’s tried everything else to no avail, and so even though having a conversation with a newborn seems ridiculous, he’s willing to try anything at this stage. He looks back down at his son, trying not to feel discouraged by the sounds of high-pitched crying, and starts to talk.

“Ah … h-hi, there,” he begins, sounding just a little awkward and stilted. It’s strangely endearing. Aki glances at you out of the corner of his eye, and you nod, prompting him to keep going. “You’re … okay. You’re okay, you’re gonna be okay.”

He rocks the bassinet along with the rhythm of his words, his tone now more soft and soothing as he reassures the baby.

“You’re okay. It’s all okay, don’t worry. It’s all fine. I’m here.”

The volume of the cries starts to lower - the baby is still stirring, but is no longer wailing at the top of his tiny lungs. There are even a few moments of complete silence.

Encouraged, Aki keeps going.

“That helps, huh?” he whispers, leaning down a little closer - he knows that babies can’t see too far away, and wants to let his son know that he’s there. The little face that peers back up at him is an almost exact mix of the two of you both, and Aki’s eyes soften even further. “Did you just want to have a little talk? A little talk with your dad?”

At that, the baby lets out a little delighted-sounding gurgle.

You laugh, reaching to take Aki’s free hand in your own.

“See?” you point out when your son’s eyes start to droop shut, ready to sleep, his cries having ceased completely at this point. “He just likes knowing you’re here.”

Aki likes knowing that, too. He knows that he’s going to be here whenever he’s needed, for both of you.

#aki x reader #aki hayakawa x reader #soft aki hours!#lets go!#thank u for the ask!!

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threadbaresweater · 1 year

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From Here to There

Aki doesn't want your first time together to be remembered in a drunken haze.

The details: 3.4 k words; alcohol and cigarette use, mentions of vomit, reader has long, straight-ish hair; vaginal fingering, vanilla sex, first time together, Aki is a gentleman and too thoughtful for his own good. (Repost)

“Dance with me.”

It isn’t a question. You slurp the rest of your drink through the thin plastic straw and clumsily set it down, then grab Aki’s hand as you wobble to your feet. He looks up at you with a mix of incredulousness and secondhand embarrassment, so you tug harder, stomping your foot in a petulant attempt to get him to see things your way.

“Please?” You bat your eyelashes and poke out your bottom lip. Aki notes the glassiness in your eyes, the way they droop at the edges even when you throw him a tipsy grin and scratch yourself crudely under your arm.

“You’re drunk,” he says, deadpan, though he can’t help the quirk of his lips when he thinks of how ridiculous you’ve been tonight.

You roll your eyes and laugh, throaty and boisterous, still standing over him with his hand in yours. “Well, duh. What else do you do when you go to a bar, Aki? Hm?” You poke his shoulder and he grabs your finger, lifting it to his mouth to kiss the tip.

"One dance," he says. Aki himself is feeling the effects of the alcohol he's consumed, and he steadies himself by snaking an arm around your waist to let you lead him out onto the dance floor.

Well…it’s a dance floor in the loosest sense of the word. There’s no DJ, just an old style jukebox that you and a couple of other patrons have been feeding quarters into for the last couple of hours. Tables have been pushed aside to allow room for when a song really gets your engine running, and you have to jump up and thrash around, screaming “I love this song!” while bonding with random strangers over the music that got you through your teens and early twenties.

The song you and Aki dance to also happens to be a favorite of yours, though the beat of it is a little slower, a little more mellow than the ones you’d been hyperventilating over earlier. He isn’t sure at first what to do with his hands until you show him. He’s not stiff, but his body doesn’t quite move the way yours does. So you take his hands and slide them down over your hips and press your back against his chest, only to feel him tense even more.

“Relax, babe. You’re so pent up,” you coo, resting your head against his shoulder, swaying against him, trying your best to loosen him up. You know the alcohol is speaking for you, both in your words and your actions, but you really want to be close to him tonight. The longing you’ve felt for him has only grown stronger in the weeks that you’ve been dating, and with a little liquid courage, you hope that maybe tonight, he’ll take you home.

It takes him a few seconds, but Aki does relax. You smile– victorious– and slide your arm behind his neck as he moves with you, his warm, broad hands smoothing upward, over the curve of your hip and the dip of your waist. “Better?” he whispers, lips brushing against your ear. The proximity of his voice sends a pleasant buzz down your spine.

“Much,” you praise him. You can’t see it, but he turns a little more red with your compliment.

When you can barely stand on your own two feet and the bartender shouts for last call, Aki drapes his coat over your shoulders and guides you toward the door. You say goodbye to your drinking buddies for the evening, and they giggle with you over how cute and gentlemanly your boyfriend is.

“Oh, he’s not my boyfriend,” you slur, leaning in close to one of them. In a less-than-conspicuous whisper, you cup her ear and say, “But I wish he was. Then maybe he’d fuck me.”

She’s stunned at first, her wide, watery eyes darting from you to Aki and back again. After a beat of awkward silence while you stand and stare at her, she throws her head back and laughs, then pulls you into a tight hug. “Make him yours, baby. He likes you.”

“You really think so?” Your voice wavers with the sudden lump in your throat.

Wasted as you are, even your sober self hopes she’s right.

Aki says your name and holds your elbow, gently tugging you away from her and out the door as you wave and make some kind of unintelligible hand gestures to signal that you’re going to do your best to crack him.

“Should I call a ride for us, or can you make it home?” he asks once you’re outside. It’s past two in the morning at this point, and though it’s winter in the city, there’s still a fair amount of traffic and other pedestrians milling about on the sidewalks. The cold December air smacks you in the face and you gasp, blinking your eyes in a desperate attempt to focus on your surroundings. Aki holds you as you look upward at the halo of light around a streetlamp, your mouth slightly agape and your shoulders slumped against his chest.

“Huh?”

You hear him chuckle, though his head is turned and there’s a cigarette between his lips. The lighter clicks and he blows a puff of smoke over his shoulder, away from you. “Come on. We can go back to my place so you can sober up a little.” He pauses, then takes another drag before he speaks again. “Unless you’d rather go home.”

You shake your head, and the whole world spins. So you close your eyes, leaning even more of your weight against him. “Take me home. Your home,” you mutter. “Too far to mine.”

Two blocks and twenty-five minutes later, you’re slumped over the toilet in Aki’s tiny apartment; he holds your hair back while you empty your stomach, tears of regret streaming down your cheeks. He’s silently thankful for his strong stomach, otherwise he’d be throwing up right alongside you. When the worst of it seems to be over, he hands you a warm washcloth to wipe your face and helps you to your feet.

Head still spinning, you’re a smidge more sober than you were before, but you’re the kind of drunk now where you’re questioning your decision making skills. The alcohol weighs heavy in your chest and your head begins to throb…it’s going to be one hell of a hangover if you don’t drink enough water before you go to sleep. You look into the mirror and your pitiful reflection stares back at you– smudged eyeliner, red-rimmed eyes and a sorry, regretful pout– and Aki stands behind you, smoothing his hands over your hair and grinning.

“Are you laughing at me?” you ask, only feigning offense.

“Your hair is really soft,” he replies, tucking it behind your ears and pushing it over your shoulders, admiring his handiwork.

“Thanks, but you didn’t answer my question,” you say. You turn slowly to avoid another potential wave of nausea and tug his chin down so that he has to look you directly in the eye. “Are. You. Laughing. At. Me?”

“Not at you. Well. Maybe. It’s just…” he trails off, and instead of saying what he really wants to say, he kisses your forehead. “I think I have an extra toothbrush under the sink if you wanna get the taste out of your mouth.”

And before you can get a word in edgewise, he leaves you to it, closing the door behind him. You root around under the sink and find the toothbrush he was talking about, then spend the next few minutes trying not to gag while you brush the vomit from your mouth and plot your next plan of attack. Is he going to let you spend the night? And if he is, will you sleep in his bed? Will he make you a bed on his couch? Is he out in the kitchen calling you an Uber?

Does he want to sleep with you as badly as you want to sleep with him?

You straighten up your clothes and wipe away any remaining makeup before opening the door. It’s quiet in his apartment, the only sound being the second hand of the clock that hangs above the sink in his kitchen. He’s turned on a lamp in the living room, and the door to the balcony is cracked open just a few inches. You smell him before you see him, and pad your way over to join him where he leans on the railing, cigarette in hand.

“If you want to stay over, you can have my bed,” he says as nonchalantly as possible. “I don’t want you to think–”

He stops and looks over at you, his eyes dancing across your face. He’s oddly serious, lips slightly parted as if he wants to finish his sentence but doesn’t quite know what to say or how to say it. Aki, too, is still drunk. And he’s afraid that if the temptation is too great, he’ll end up doing something that neither of you are in any state of mind to decide.

“You’re the last true gentleman, Aki Hayakawa. You know that?”

“I’m just trying to be respectful,” he says with a shrug of his shoulders.

“Do you know how badly I want you? How I’ve wanted you?” You close in on him and he slides his arm around your waist. He crushes out his cigarette in the ashtray to his left, then brushes his knuckles over your cheek, his expression soft as he studies your face.

You kiss him. It’s clumsy and messy and all things impulsive. It isn’t the first time– you’ve been with him long enough that there have been some steamy makeout sessions and plenty of touching in intimate places. You kiss him, and he kisses back. He tries not to think about the fact that you were sick not ten minutes ago and focuses on the peppermint flavor of his toothpaste in your mouth. He cradles the back of your head in his hand and pulls you closer still with his arm wrapped firmly around your waist and licks into your mouth with abandon.

The two of you stumble your way back inside and Aki shuts the sliding glass door without ever breaking contact. He walks you backward to the couch where you settle into his lap. You kiss him and you kiss him and you kiss him, winding your fingers through his hair, catching his soft groans on your tongue and offering a few of your own for him to taste, to savor. Your hands slip under the hem of his t-shirt and smooth upward, across his abdomen, over the dark hair that grows from his navel to just above his pubic bone.

His thighs tense when your fingers dance over his groin, and he nips at your bottom lip. A warning, perhaps, to not take this too far. You bite back and smile into his kisses, but when you try to press your palm against the slight bulge in his pants, he grabs your wrist and stills your movements.

You’re throbbing with need at this point, breath coming fast and shallow. You plead with your eyes first, then dip your head to kiss him just below his earlobe. “Please, Aki…I need you.”

He swallows hard, his grip on your wrist unrelenting. You watch the languid bob of his Adam’s apple and push his bangs away from his face, cupping his cheek in the palm of your free hand. He leans into your touch, hungry for more, but his conscience tells him otherwise.

“Not like this,” he whispers, lifting your hand to kiss the inside of your wrist. He places your palm against his heart where you feel it beating faster than your own. “I want you, too. But I want us to be sober the first time.”

Aki is just a man. He is flesh and bone and blood and brains; he is heart and soul and triumphs and mistakes. He wants you more than he thinks he’s ever wanted anything else in his twenty-odd years of existence. He knows how easy it would be to take you to bed, to take advantage of you, to make you his in the most carnal sense of the word…and he knows you would let him. He knows there’s a possibility that you’d wake in the morning and be totally fine with your decision, but he also knows there’s another side to that coin. And he doesn’t want to risk the heartache of hurting you when he thinks he could be in love with you.

Your disappointment is palpable. He sees the rejection written all over your face, and when you turn away from him, he feels a pang of guilt. “Hey,” he whispers. “I’ll tuck you in, okay?”

His bed is soft– softer than your own, you think (or maybe it’s because you want it to be) – and his sheets are deliciously cool when you slide into them. True to his word, he pulls the blankets up to your chin and gently tucks them in around you before placing a tender kiss on your forehead. You close your eyes and breathe in deeply through your nose, catching a whiff of smoke and tequila; your head feels woozy and you will it away, curling into yourself to hopefully sleep off some of your drunkenness.

“Goodnight,” Aki whispers, lingering in the doorway.

“Aki?”

“Mm?”

“Can’t you just…sleep here? Beside me? I swear I’ll behave myself.”

He considers it briefly, but one look at the outline of your figure beneath the blankets has him questioning his self control. “I’ll be on the couch if you need anything.”

Morning comes, and the unmistakable ache of a hangover headache greets you before you can even open your eyes. You groan and slap a hand across your eyes, then burrow deeper into the blankets. There's a warm weight draped over your waist, and it takes you a moment to realize that you're not in your own bed, and you're most definitely not alone.

White hot panic shoots through your veins and you open your eyes, immediately filled with regret when you're met with the intense orange glow of the late morning sun. Aki shifts and pulls you closer in his sleep, his face pressed against your shoulder. You shiver when his breath tickles your neck, and you smile into your pillow, wondering at what point during the night he came to bed with you.

…

"Aki?"

He grumbles something about sleep and shifts; the soft sound of his skin brushing against the sheets makes you dizzy with desire.

"Did we…are you, um." You swallow thickly, your tongue heavy and dry. "What happened last night?"

"Nothing," he replies, hooking his leg over yours. "You cried out in your sleep, and I came to check on you. Must've fallen asleep here." He's so nonchalant about it that you have no choice but to believe him, but when you tuck your backside against him, you're met with the evidence of his own desire for you. He sucks in a sharp breath through his teeth when you push a little harder, lacing your fingers with his to hold him against the softness of your belly.

Your head throbs with every beat of your heart, but there's another part of your anatomy that throbs more insistently. Aki's lips trail across the nape of your neck, and you guide the hand at your waist down a little further. His fingertips are warm where they rest, and he slips them under the waistband of your panties, testing the waters before grazing them over the soft nest of curls at the apex of your thighs.

You exhale slowly, the promise of what's to come making your heart beat faster with each passing second. He rocks his hips against you, craving some sort of friction, of relief.

"I want you," he whispers, tracing his tongue behind your ear as he parts your lips, one finger swiping through the slick that has already dampened your cotton panties.

You turn over and he pushes a finger inside as your lips meet, sliding your hands through his hair. You waste no time reaching into his pants to curl your fingers around his warm, velvet length, and your eyes widen at the girth and weight of him. He gasps and shudders; your hands are cold, but the way you squeeze him makes his head spin and his breath catch.

He pulls away, lips pink and kiss-swollen, blue eyes staring into your soul the way he does when you're talking to him about something that excites you. His fingers find your clit easily and he strokes you, enthralled with the way you rock into his hand, the way your eyes are half open and glazed over with arousal. You pause in your strokes along his heavy cock to close your eyes and allow yourself to succumb to the pleasure, the intimacy of the moment overwhelming in the best way. Aside from an occasional gasp or whimper as you feel your orgasm building, you're quiet as he works. He is patient and slow, and the warmth he creates builds at a mind-numbing intensity until your thighs clamp around his hand and you're pressing your mouth to his neck, panting and pleading– for him to stop or continue, you can't be sure.

Aki chuckles at how fast he's been able to bring you to climax. He's enthralled with how you fall apart, how you allow the waves of sweet release to wash over you until you're quivering with the aftershock. He pushes your hair away from your face and kisses above each brow, then slides both hands down to rid you of your panties and the sweatpants of his you borrowed to sleep in. You follow suit and help him undress in kind, and there's a moment of shifting and skin against skin under the blankets before he presses himself between your legs.

You open to him, eager and honest, the tip of his cock resting just outside where you need him most. Aki slides a hand from your hip to your knee, looping one leg over his hip before leaning down to kiss you as he finally pushes inside.

"Need you," you moan. You're aware that it doesn't make sense. He's giving himself to you right now, and every slow, delicious roll of his hips brings you pleasure greater than you'd ever known. You grip his shoulders because it feels like you're falling, nails digging crescents into the defined muscle as you lift your other leg to link your ankles at the small of his back.

"I've got you," he says, and you believe him. Boneless, blissed-out, your headache long forgotten, you focus on the sensation of him inside you, moving intuitively so that he can prolong the moment as long as possible.

Despite his best efforts, his peak hits him faster than he'd wanted. There's a multitude of reasons why, but he can't be bothered to think about any of them beyond the fact that you just feel good, that he's been anticipating and daydreaming and craving this moment probably as long as you have, and he knows he's in love with you but he can't say it now because you'd think he was only saying it because he's buried to the hilt inside your warmth.

He stays inside you when he's finished, steadying his breathing, laying kisses along your collarbone and reaching between you to find your clit again. It's warm and slick and swollen and so, so sensitive, but he brings you to climax again while he grows soft inside you and your muscles twitch and your back arches away from the mattress.

"Feeling okay?" he asks after a few minutes of comfortable silence. You're wrapped in his embrace, legs tangled with his, limbs heavy and sore– a remnant of the dancing from last night's outing.

You nod, face pressed against his chest. He smells like home. "Fine."

"Just fine?" There's a teasing tone in his voice; it's low and intimate in both timbre and inflection, and he lifts your chin to gaze into your eyes meaningfully. There's a hint of mischief that glimmers in his eyes. "Guess I'll have to do better next time."

Next time, you think.

Next time.

"I'm already looking forward to it," you admit, feeling your cheeks heat up with the implications.

You love him. You'll tell him over breakfast.

#aki x you #aki hayakawa #csm fanfic #aki x reader #chainsaw man x reader

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sonderessence · 5 months

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# 𝐖𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐖𝐎𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐀𝐍𝐃. december 12th to december 31st.

— now playing . . . after dark by mr. kitty

as the hours pass i will let you know, that i need to ask before i'm alone. how it feels to rest on your patient lips, to eternal bliss i'm so glad to know. ❅⛄✧˖°⛸️･:*:｡

welcome to winter wonderland!! this special will last from dec 1st to dec 17th, along with a special on christmas day & and a new years special on dec 31 at 11:59 EST. here's a cookie before we get started. 🍪 before we take a stroll around the north pole, please take a moment to look at the rules, regulations & things to know !!

→ i'm a minor, so keep that in mind for all the mdni blogs rebloging/liking my content !!

→ don't be weird in my inbox when asking questions about fics/requests !! if you want to be an annon just let me know and you can pick an emoji !!

→ there will be some nsfw as well as sfw so keep that in mindddd !!

→ all of the readers or y/n's are female !!

→ some of these fics aren't "winter inspired" per say.

DECEMBER 12th. blood stains. vi.

→ SYNOPSIS. you told her not to fight, and she came home with more bruises for you.

→ CONTAINS / WARNINGS. fluff & angst, mentions of blood.

DECEMBER 14th. saturday night wrist. satoru gojo. ( late. )

→ SYNOPSIS. your best friend satoru knows how you get when you're drunk, but he still agrees to join you in a christmas celebration. an innocent friends night turns into a love confession.

→ CONTAINS / WARNINGS. a bit suggestive, friends with benefits/ friends to lovers.

DECEMBER 16th. self portrait. ellie williams. ( canceled. )

→ SYNOPSIS. you artist girlfriend loves to use you as inspiration for her art.

→ CONTAINS / WARNINGS. smut!! making out, wlw, mentions of a strap, pet names (baby, doll, ect) :3

DECEMBER 19th. lovesick. ellie williams. (late. )

→ SYNOPSIS. you haven't seen your girlfriend in months since you moved to new york. video calls & texts aren't nearly as good as being in the warm embrace of ellie. so it surprises you when you open the door to be greeted by your dark auburn-haired girlfriend on christmas day.

→ CONTAINS / WARNINGS. fluff, fluff, fluf!! ellie being a lovesick looser, just two cuties in love 💌

DECEMBER 21nd. your face. geto suguru. ( late. )

→ SYNOPSIS. you and geto have been friends since you two were children, and you two have grown pretty close in the passing years; but geto realizes that he does want to be just friends with you, but his time to confess is running low when new years comes around the corner.

→ CONTAINS / WARNINGS. fluff!! confessions, hella cheesy 😭

DECEMBER 23th. blade of death. vi.

→ SYNOPSIS. you and vi hate each other, right...?

→ CONTAINS / WARNINGS. fluff!! enemies to lovers, vi is flirty (and annoying 😒) asf, fluff :3

DECEMBER 25th. lavender. satoru gojo.

→ SYNOPSIS. a soft winter morning with your husband & children

→ CONTAINS / WARNINGS. fluff!!

DECEMBER 27th. twenty first lane. katsuki bakugo. ( canceled. )

→ SYNOPSIS. you love getting on your "best friend's" nerves.

→ CONTAINS / WARNINGS. fluff!! enemies to lovers because kat fits that trope 😌

DECEMBER 29th. obsessed. aki hayakawa.

→ SYNOPSIS. aki, a stotic cold man, becomes softer after meeting you at your small coffee shop.

→ CONTAINS / WARNINGS. fluff!! long ass fic cuz i got carried away...😭🙏🏾there will be some parts with smut & a one night stand typa thing.

DECEMBER 31st. new years kiss special. w/ any character of your choice!

→ SYNOPSIS. send any new years kiss requests with any character from the 12th to the 31st !!

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littlemochabunni · 11 months

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Cake shop opened for business! ⊹ ﾟ

Welcome to ~ ♡ ۫ . ˚✧ ₊˚ʚ La boulangerie de

lapin la plus douce

~the sweetest rabbit bakery ɞ ₊˚ ˚✧

|| about — ୨୧ ˖ ˚

#Because life is sweet

I am a cake connoisseur, but I'm growing the confidence to bake something myself.

all of the cakes on display are ones I have deeply enjoyed.

each and every one has a special place in my special heart, so please do enjoy and show love to these writers.

#She’s too sweet! little about me.

#Oh no! She’s relaxing on the job!?

Playin’ video games

| recovering / struggling Sims 4 addict | Grand Theft Auto V “casual” criminal / reformed inmate | Character ai victim / survivor |

My brain rotting tv consumption | binging(*), causal(��), slow but steady(⊹), classic(✧), finished(˚ ˚), watch list(+), dnf (-) |

employee of the month — ୨୧ ˖ ˚

rights to refuse service — ୨୧ ˖ ˚

#Have your cake and eat it too!

dine in ✓ ♡ takeout ✓— ୨୧ ˖ ˚

menu — ୨୧ ˖ ˚ | today’s special — ୨୧ ˖ ˚

୨୧ how to order ୨୧ | ୨୧ place an order ୨୧

favorite flavors of cake:

#˚୨୧⋆ 🩰🐰#mocha’s introduction #Toji said if ya read the rules he’ll give ya a treat #use light mode!

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karmaxella · 1 year

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Hey, Aki!

character: aki hayakawa x fem!reader (pt 1/2)

part 2 here

content: fluff, suggestive convo, humour (?) JJK 0 reference (Panda, Yuta & Maki)

wc: 805

a/n: decided to write some Aki content and use the "Hey, Mickey!" by Baby Tate for inspo <33 pls enjoy and reblog ! (sorry for the incorrect grammar... I suck at it)

You're at the bus stop with your two best friends, as you wait for the ride to hurry up and pick you up, with your two besties.

But you've been standing here for twenty minutes and the bus hasn't shown up yet. And you're starting to get impatient.

"Ugh, where is this bus?" You turned to Yoshida and Denji.

"Girl, it's only been ten minutes," Denji patted your shoulder in the softest way possible, not wanting to set you up in flames of frustration.

"Boy, it's been TWENTY minutes!" You snapped.

"Calm down, it's not like it'll be gone forever," Yoshida snorted, before high-fiving Denji.

"You say that to me when we miss our bullet train to Kyoto," you comment.

Denji and Yoshida only bursted into a fit of laughter, clinching onto their stomach before standing and patting your head.

"Ah, you never get old Y/n," Denji snorted, "but the anger issues gotta go."

You immediately smacked him in the back of the head, because you're not the one to take disrespect.

"Denji," a voice speaks up from behind you three.

You turned around and you're met with blue dazzling eyes, making you tuck your hair behind your earlobe.

"Hey, Aki!" You smile.

"It's Hayakawa," Yoshida reminds you.

"Shut up. Let me have my moment," you pinched Yoshida's side, as you flash a sweet innocent smile at Aki.

Aki only watches you from where he stood, analyzing you and your appearance. And he wasn't sure if you were high or not, since you're all red and swaying on your heels.

"Are you high?" Aki asked.

You immediately looked at him, glaring at him. "I don't do drugs, nor do I smoke those cylinder wrapped tabocoo stuff."

You defend yourself and your beautifully, healthy lungs.

Aki only chuckled.

Oh Aki, you're so fine!

"So fine, you blow my mind," you mumbled.

Yoshida looked between you and Aki. A huge grin appears on his face, and he walks towards Aki.

He wrapped his long arm over his shoulder, bringing him close to his lips.

"Do you like big or small boobs?" Yoshida whispered.

Aki furrowed his brows, looking at Yoshida with a small confused look.

"What?" Aki asked.

"Small or big bitties?" Yoshida raises his brows up and down with a goofy grin.

Aki only hummed and began to ponder his answer, since he's never thought of what size cleavage he liked.

"I think I like them (your size) bitties," he chuckles softly.

Yoshida only bursts into laughter and turns to you.

"YOU HAVE A CHANCE Y/N!"

You jumped at how fucking loud your best friend was, and you immediately went to him and smacked him with your purse.

"Pervert!" You scolded Yoshida.

But Yoshida only laughs it off, giving you a light smack on the shoulder.

Aki stands there with a dumbfounded look on his face.

But everything seemed to sum up to him, since he could see it a mile away.

"I'm Y/n," you held out your hand for Aki to shake.

He only looks at your hand before responding. "Hayakawa AKI," he said.

He didn't even bother shaking your hand. Rude.

But suddenly, red marks were around his neck and you weren't dumb like a rock.

Those dumb red marks are fucking hickeys.

"Yoshida, can you get your uncle to pick us up?" You turned to Yoshida with a small frown.

Yoshida looked at you and only knew what you were frowning about, since you're sensitive to those who you like.

It wasn't called getting upset because your crush is a slut around campus, but you had obsession issues… Like a son of a bitch.

"Poor baby," Yoshida teases you, wrapping his arms around you.

"Catch you around, Hayakawa Aks," Yoshida waves him off.

Denji looked at Aki and decided to stay with him.

Betraying you and your bestie.

"It's Aki," Aki reminds him.

"Whatever Aks."

Denji grabbed a pebble from the ground and threw it towards Yoshida, as it hits him right in the head.

You pull on Yoshida's hand before he can turn around, dragging him towards the back alleys.

"Aki can screw off, because I don't care anymore," you muttered.

"You said that about Denji, and look what happened?" Yoshida reminds you.

*He's your best friend now," he walks behind you.

"That's different. My feelings changed when he said he liked that bitch named Asa or whatever that girl's name was," you snapped.

"Still."

"Aki– I mean, Yoshida, I don't care right now."

Yoshida only laughs and wrapped his arms around you, as the both of you walk towards the café.

"We'll forget about Devil Hunting today," he mumbles into your hair.

"Let's go get coffee!"

"We're going there now."

When you and Yoshida are too busy with your conversation… Another voice spoke up.

"Hey, Y/n!"

I don't ship Asa x Denji, but it was the only character I can think of 🥲🥲 no this doesn't follow the Chainsaw Man timeline

- karmaxella

#aki hayakawa x reader #aki hayakawa #csm x reader #chainsaw man #aki chainsaw man #aki x reader #aki fluff #hayakawa x reader #csm anime #follow #followme

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vinnces · 1 year

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𝐎𝐍𝐄 .

joshua bassett. he/they. cis man. › spotted at the met steps , vincent 'vinnie' sawyer , most likely listening to blue world by mac miller with their airpods pro . the twenty four gained quite a reputation , known to be -secretive yet +selfless to anyone who knows them . you'll easily spot them when you hear about finger drumrolls before making an announcement , waking you up with 3am voice messages with random thoughts – irrelevant and not important enough to wake up for , making up random stories during interviews to confuse the audience ; leaving not a single article to be true , a batch of ripped papers on his bed & broken pencils as a result of songwriting for seven hours , followed by bad boy by carolina herrera . latest nepoupdates article talks about vinnie sawyer's newest song release spectaculated to be about muse 2i and not about his girlfriend , but i guess any reputation is good reputation .

– 𝗪𝗔𝗡𝗧𝗘𝗗 𝗖𝗢𝗡𝗡𝗘𝗖𝗧𝗜𝗢𝗡𝗦 . – 𝗦𝗣𝗢𝗧𝗜𝗙𝗬 𝗗𝗜𝗦𝗖𝗢𝗚𝗥𝗔𝗣𝗛𝗬 . – 𝗣𝗜𝗡𝗧𝗘𝗥𝗘𝗦𝗧 𝗕𝗢𝗔𝗥𝗗 .

𝐒𝐔𝐁𝐏𝐋𝐎𝐓 .

𝐬𝐮𝐛𝐩𝐥𝐨𝐭 #𝟏𝟕 : josie seong and vinnie sawyer have been called the it couple for the past two years . every party , every candid resulted in viral tweets praising them , people wished to be like that . for the past two years , nothing ever came between them , until vinnie is offered to go on worldwide tour as one of the supporting acts to one of the biggest band in the music industry recently , together with muse 2i . josie and vinnie’s relationship was put out to the test when what came between them were different timezones , busy schedules and sudden duet between vinnie and muse 2i , sparkling an affair rumors which muse 2i feeds gp into . and after six months , tour ends with a closing night in new york and it’s the first time when josie and vinnie can see each other , except there’s an uncertainness about their relationship’s future , especially with muse 2i around .

𝐓𝐖𝐎 . 𝒃𝒂𝒔𝒊𝒄𝒔

full name : vincent nathan sawyer . nicknames : vinnie . dob : jan 3rd . age : 23 . birthplace : pairs , france . citizenship : french - american . current residence : new york , new york . gender : cis man . orientation : bisexual . languages : french , english , swedish , polish , latin . occupation : musician . education : completed private / boarding school . big 3 : capricorn sun , scorpio moon , aries rising . character parallels : christopher wilde ( starstruck ) , aki menzies ( gossip girl ) , ricky bowen ( high school musical the musical the series ) , jess mariano ( gilmore girls ) , jj maybank ( outer banks ) , xavier thorpe ( wednesday ) . currently listening to : heaven angel , new person , same old mistakes , blind , i’m in love with you , about you , boyfriends , sex on fire , blue world , cinderella , high infidelity . voice claim : joshua bassett . career claim : joshua bassett .

𝐓𝐇𝐑𝐄𝐄 . 𝒇𝒂𝒎𝒊𝒍𝒊𝒂𝒍

biological father : gabriel sawyer , 50 . occupation : executive music producer . biological mother : sabrina sawyer , 48 . occupation : former high fashion model , current professional dance choreographer . biological sister : camille sawyer , 20 . occupation : law student . family financial status : high upper class , wealthy .

𝐅𝐎𝐔𝐑 . 𝒃𝒊𝒐𝒈𝒓𝒂𝒑𝒉𝒚

google's definition of a nepotism baby , born to a freshly married and in love couple of gabriel sawyer ; famous executive producer , often credited on the top of billboard's albums , as well as collaborated with multiple top artists , from mariah carey to ariana grande , dua lipa or olivia rodrigo , and sabrina sawyer , former high fashion model loved by top designers such as versace , dior , mugler etc . and currently one of the best professional dance choreographers , highly desired by the music industry to work with . vinnie had his entire life secured the moment first pictures of sabrina with baby bump leaked .

saying he was raised with a silver spoon in his mouth is a disgrace as they'd be most likely seen wearing golden diapers if possible . spoiled left and right from their parents , family and family's friends and as vinnie grew up , he quickly became people's magazine and tmz's most loved . despite being raised in circumstances that everyone else would be rotten spoiled , vinnie was everything but that . always polite , always making a conversation with everyone and never left without wishing you a good day . days spent on playground only to come back when the evening came closer , all muddy and bruised with his perfectly curled hair now wet from the sweat but his face was always red , biggest smile glowing up his face from the happiness after the entire day . when their younger sister was born , she became absolutely everything to vinnie ; probably a bigger apple of the eye for him than their parents .

the sawyers moved out of france when gabriel was offered to start his own record label . it only made sense that vinnie would start showing their interest and an incredible talent in singing , songwriting and had a golden touch with different instruments when they barely turned eleven . it wouldn't take long for their parents to put them on voice lessons , piano and guitar playing lessons , songwriting camps and they would even be casted in ads for kids and growing up , managed to book his disney cameos in a few episodes of different shows .

at sixteen , he goes viral as his sister posts a short video of him covering ‘ drops of jupiter ’ . it was easy – after all , they are a sawyer . the record deals were coming left and right , booking vinnie would bring an immediate success to any label that was lucky enough to get their attention . a nepo baby coming back to the spotlight with his own thing , separating himself from his parents and making a name out for himself . loyalty being first thing vinnie was ever taught , he signed a deal with his father's freshly debuted record label . it was a successful decision ; the label received a big clout as vinnie was announced as the first artist and their fame was growing with each day passing . they didn't need a feature , neither a scandal ( however , was unable to avoid them ; especially when you're suddenly raising towards the fame ) . they released their first single ‘ secret ’ on february 14th 2018 ; the song talking about his ex girlfriend cheating on him , a break up the entire internet was going through as well which turned out to take a successful toll on his career .

career wise , they have been releasing multiple eps while working on his debut album since their first single dropped . vinnie recently came back from world tour where he was performing as one of the supporting acts alongside muse 2i , which was also what tested his two year long relationship on basically every platform possible ; not only with the difficulty of timezones but having to deal with more and more rumors forming , one of them suggesting an affair between vinnie and muse 2i after their duet song was released , ‘ we both know ’ right as vinnie lands in new york after six months of absence . the tour has definitely helped their career a lot more ; their following and streams growing up each day , the duet song currently spending its fifth week on the first place at billboard hot 100s .

𝐅𝐈𝐕𝐄 . 𝒑𝒆𝒓𝒔𝒐𝒏𝒂𝒍𝒊𝒕𝒚

he was always raised well despite the luxuries he lived in . often mixed in problematic rumors which are quickly to be exposed as lies as they never fit what vinnie really is like . a short description would be as your book definiton of golden retriever energy and a social butterfly . takes romantic relationships very easily ; he watched his parents in love their entire life , their little secret desire is to have what they do yet often gets his heart broken which helped him learn how to be cautious . vinnie is a very private person , the only way he ever exposes himself is through his music . not a single truthful interview in their entire career has ever been made as he often dodges a question or is able to come up with a lie on spot as they believe the less they shows to the public , the better . also , pro at dad jokes , always has them up his sleeve .

𝐒𝐈𝐗 . 𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒄𝒂𝒏𝒐𝒏𝒔

– known for making instagram lives where he’s teasing new songs in the middle of the night which his fans hate him for ! – often goes on tweet / dm sprees on twitter where he notices his fans . think like , ariana grande before she dipped . this is how close he is with his fanbase ! – always wearing his airpods & is never seen without his skateboard ! – came back with BOXES of fun skateboards from tour & even had custom made vans from his vans which he luvs very much & is often seen wearing <333 ! – is the worst at dancing which is ironic bc his mother is known for being probably the best dancer on the planet . he held a q&a at his last tour & almost broke his ankle when tease argued with a fan about having two left feet ! – overshares . a lot . especially with his fans . it's often "vinnie just tweeted" & it's deleted five seconds later too jfdkdks ! – he's the face of prada ! – owns two dogs , one is a three year old australian shepard called howie and a seven months old doberman puppy , ricky ! – when secret was released , it brought a lot of jokes and memes inside his fanbase , often referring to tweets such as ‘ remember when vinnie ended his ex on valentine’s day ’

𝐒𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐍 . 𝒂𝒆𝒔𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒕𝒊𝒄𝒔

making up random stories during interviews to confuse the audience , leaving not a single article piece to be true ; a batch of ripped papers on his bed & broken pencils as a result of songwriting for seven hours , a collection of limited edition skateboards hanging on his bedroom wall , missed calls from his ex , fan letters from tour hidden in his desk drawer that he comes back to every once in a while , multi colored vans & converse , skating everywhere & probably driving you insane , salt & vinegar crisps , a vinyl collection ( especially limited editions ) , two left feet while dancing , getting a store bought pie only to layer it with icing & write apologies on it .

#nepofm.intro #let's hope this .. make any Sense

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meownotgood · 23 days

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I think we need some aki and pregnant y/n NSFW 💞 I feel like he’d be so into it

oh absolutely. aki doesn't bring up how he feels at first, he wants to avoid putting any unnecessary strain on you. right now, you should be resting. but god are you damn near irresistible.

just knowing that you're pregnant with his child makes him feel dizzy. he loves you so much; he wants to pamper you, wants to give you everything you deserve and more. he wants to give you his hands and his mouth and his tongue, and lavish you until you're seeing stars. he can't help the rush of emotion he gets whenever he remembers you're married, how flustered yet excited he is at the thought of starting a family together. and once your stomach starts to swell, he's a total mess. he is especially gentle with you then, but as he peppers you in kisses and places his palms on your stomach, he never shies away from telling you, you're beautiful, and, you have no idea what you do to me.

#and if you tell him you want another baby after your first #he would waste no time #(of course... the logical side of him says you should probably wait until you're settled in)#(but the thoughts he gets in his head whenever you ask him to give you another are..... difficult to control)#the type of guy who gets really turned on when he imagines living a domestic family life with you #normally I'm not into pregnancy stuff but for aki............ for aki......#I want twenty babies with him #ask mags

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Lost Finding You

Lost Finding You Chapter 2

-----> This story is heavily inspired by The Glory, caution reading!

TW: Lots of violence, Bullying, descriptions of gore/death, suicide, name-calling, heavy topics.

WC: 975

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It was close to their graduation when Miski got a dream about Emi killing herself. Miski woke up horrified and felt guilty, so she tried calling Emi’s home phone hoping Emi would pick up because Emi didn’t have a phone. Emi’s mom picks up,

“Hello.” Miski noticed it was her mom who was on the phone and became even more worried.

“Miss Lee!.. could you please put Emi on the phone?'' As soon as Emi’s mom heard Miskis' voice her mood shifted. She started yelling and crying over the phone.

“WHAT HAPPENED TO EMI! I KNOW YOU'RE THE REASON BEHIND THIS! WHERE IS SHE. WHAT DID YOU DO?” Miski was dumbfounded.

“Huh?..'' She could hear Emi’s dads voice of him comforting Emi’s mom.

“Excuse me ma’am, are you okay?” Miski asked. Emi’s mom's cold voice responds.

“Emi is missing. You're the reason behind this. I read her diary. Her room is covered in blood but she’s NOWHERE. WHAT DID YOU DO YOU FUCKING LITTLE—” Emis dad hung up. Miski covered her mouth in shock. After that incident Miski started getting hallucinations and dreams about clues where Emi is; They were all bad nightmares. Miski was losing sleep and getting eye bags just like Emi, and she kept getting the horrible nightmares about Emi’s missing posters. She was just a senior and she was too scared to go into the real world and find a missing person.

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Fast forward they are in their 20’s; Miski is slowly going crazy. She is working at a low paying gas station and is still having horrific dreams. One night Miski snaps; She decides that she’s gonna find Emi, and clear all crosses with Emis family. Miski would try to remember the dreams that Miski would get. They were so vivid but she just couldn’t remember.. she was stuck. She was trying to think in the past of who can help solve this case, then, she had a thought; She dashed to her storage box with all the items from senior year that she destroyed while going crazy. She grabs her year book and flips the pages crazed, she stops at her old class. She puts her finger on Hanaka’s name, she then grabs her phone and calls the number that was below it. The phone was ringing; it felt like years of ringing. until she hears a slant voice.

“Hello..?” Miski said, and heard baby cries in the background.

“Is this Hanaka Aki? I am Miski Shobi from senior year, you are my main suspect of what happened to Emi Lee." Hanaka seemed shocked over the phone.

��E-Emi?” Hanaka suddenly put the phone closer to her mouth.

“Listen Miski, let it go. The cops already tried searching for Emi years ago, they even raided my house! What are you a cop?!" Miski sighed,

“Listen, it isn’t your choice to help me, you’re gonna do it.”

“Or what?” Hanaka asked angrily, Miski didn’t want to point it out but after a pause she said

“You don’t want that baby of yours to grow up and find out you're a suspect for a missing person, do you?” Hanaka sighed.

“You’ve gone smarter huh? Fine, meet at 710 Namaro Street. We can talk.”

Hanaka hung up, and Miski knew she was gonna do a good thing. Miski walked out of her upstairs apartment in the middle of day and hurried into her car heading for the address. When she arrived she noticed the house was old, and filled with a bunch of gangsters around it. It wasn’t safe for a mom and her child. Miski rang the doorbell of the almost broken door; After many minutes of tapping her feet, Hanaka opened the door. She still looked the same, a bit plumper than before with her still blonde hair just her black roots peeking out; though you could see they were in their twenties by her smooth tanned skin, it was obvious she still favored cropped shirts that showed a bit of her cleavage. As she wore a cropped white spaghetti strapped tank-top and short shorts . As Miski stepped in, she noticed a strong smell of alcohol running through the room. Miski cringed but still kept her composure. Hanakas place was a dump!

“I just put the kid to sleep. come into the living room.'' Miski followed Hanaka, a trail of beer cans, and alcohol bottles dumped on the floor of the hall. Hanaka slumped down on the couch and tossed a newspaper to Miski; It was a newspaper from years ago when they graduated. The newspaper had words of threats and insults written in sharpie all over it filled with cigarette burns. Miski noticed the newspaper was about their highschool; it burned to the ground a year after they graduated.

“I don't know how that helps but it might have a link, Miss Detective” Hanaka mocked Mitski while sipping another can of beer. Miski looked at the newspaper closely…

“We’re going there.” Hanaka spit out some of her beer onto her chin.

“Huh?! I'm not going to a burned down abandoned school! Especially not my highschool.” Miski looked at Hanaka

“Like i said, you're doing it.'' Miski said sternly. Hanaka went silent for a moment then sighed

“If we get caught by the cops, I'm running.'' Miski chuckled.

“Just get ready, we leave at 5.” Hanaka got up and went upstairs to change clothes—Miski got up from Hanakas couch— looking around with her hands in her black jacket.

“Damn.. I guess people really do change. This is not a good place for a child growing up.” Hanaka’s house was like a trash can, mold, spiderwebs, cracks in the wall and floor. Miski was too busy looking around and didn’t notice Hanaka standing in front of her.

“Hey, are we going or not?!” Miski jumped back into reality

“Yeah…Get in the car”

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To be continued...

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writingwhimsey · 2 years

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My Pirate Lord and Our Life Ch. 45

A little spice in this chapter. Mostly fluff, though.

Chapter 45

Three more weeks passed uneventfully. We were getting deeper into the cold season and winter was upon us. We'd had our first snowfall just a few days before and the world was blanketed in white. Motonari had taken great care to make sure the castle was kept warm and making sure I had plenty of warm clothes. He'd been having to work much harder to make sure that there were enough supplies through all of Aki to keep everyone warm and fed through the winter.

Misa had begun to venture out of the castle more, as she had started taking on more patients. In a time of no birth control, a skilled midwife was really something to have. I was glad that she was getting out and helping others. She seemed to have a glow about her now that she was doing more than just taking care of me.

As for me, I was still continuing my seamstress work, though I had slowed down a bit. I did have some baby clothes to make after all. I still had a ways to go, as I was now about twenty-one weeks along. My belly had grown a bit more, though I still wasn't as big as I had always imagined I would be at this stage.

I was sitting in my sewing room, after finishing up working on my latest commission. I needed to get it to town, but I was also quite hungry. Granted the commission didn't need to be delivered until tomorrow, so I had some time. I folded the piece up and set it aside. I then managed to push myself up and began to head to the kitchen.

As I approached the kitchen, I could smell tea brewing and something warm and savory cooking. It was still a bit early for dinner, so I didn't imagine anyone would be starting on the food just yet. Curious and hungry, I slid open the door to find Motonari in the kitchen.

He was pulling the tea pot off of the fire. He turned at the sound of my approach, a grin on his face. "Looks like I got good timin'." He said. He was then turning back to the food and pulling more off of the fire.

"What do you mean?" I asked.

"Figured you were getting hungry." He replied. "Wanted to make sure ya got somethin' fillin' and warm."

I walked over to him as he began plating the items. Fresh steamed buns, roasted veggies, and crispy fried fish. My heart was so full of love at this meal he had made in anticipation of my being hunry. "But don't you have a lot of work to do?" I asked.

"Got all the trade routes and supply lines secured." He answered. "Besides, I got nothin' as important as you and our family."

I couldn't help myself. I threw my arms around him. Motonari caught me and wrapped his own arms around me. "I love you."

"Yer only sayin' that 'cause I'm keepin' ya fed." He teased. "Bet you tell Hiroyoshi the same thing when ya catch 'im in here and he gives ya a snack."

I turned my head up to look at him. That playful grin was on his lips. "Hmm, well, he does make some really good snacks."

"This is the part where yer s'posed ta deny any such thing." He said lifting a gloved hand to place his fingers beneath my chin.

I gave him my own teasing grin in return. "But where would the fun in that be?" I replied.

Red eyes narrowed at me. "Yer playin' with me, m'lady."

"You started it."

"So, what if I did?"

"Just giving as good as I get." I told him.

"Yer certainly good at that." Motonari said, that suggestive grin on his face.

My cheeks heated up a bit at his words, but I didn't look away...not that I could if I wanted to. His fingers still held my chin, keeping my gaze on his. It was then that my stomach let out a loud growl. "Apparently that's enough teasing." I said. "Feed me, pirate boy."

Motonari laughed as he gave me a forehead kiss. "Alright, flower girl."

We left the kitchen together and headed to our room to sit down and eat. Motonari had made enough for himself and had even made a second tray, but wasn't eating any of it. I looked over at his untouched food and then at him. "Are you not eating?" I asked.

"I ain't hungry." He answered. "This second tray is fer you."

"I'm not THAT hungry." I replied.

"Uh-huh, sure." He remarked.

I pouted. "I'm not..." I loved our teasing banter, but for some reason, I was feeling a bit upset over this exchange.

Motonari took notice of this. He leaned in, wrapping an arm around my waist. "Ya got a healthy appetite and yer pregnant. Nothin' wrong with that. 'Sides I like that look on yer face when ya eat my cookin' and ya can't get enough so ya keep goin' back fer more."

"Really?" I asked.

Motonari nodded. "Yeah. It's like yer sayin' ya can't get enough o' me."

I smiled. "Well...I mean I can't."

Motonari gave me a light peck on the lips. "Ya eat as much as ya want, flower girl. I love ya just the way ya are."

"But what about the way I will be?" I asked.

"What's that s'posed ta mean?"

"I mean you know...gaining weight and..."

Motonari cut me off by putting a gloved finger on my lips. "You listen here and you never forget what I'm gonna say. Yer the most beautiful woman. I love everything about ya. I'm always gonna feel that way no matter how ya change. How in the hell could I not find yer body beautiful? The one that's given me so much. And any time yer in doubt, I'd be happy to show ya just how much I love ya and yer body."

A shiver ran down my spine at the fire I saw burning in those red eyes. My shiver did not escape Motonari's notice and he was smirking. He removed his finger from my lips and leaned in to kiss me, his tongue teasing my lips open. I quickly caught his tongue with mine, the kiss intensifying.

I was left breathless by the time he broke the kiss. That smug, teasing smile was on his face as he looked at me. I opened my mouth to say something and that's when he was placing a bite of food on my tongue.

"Eat up and then I think I've got dessert fer ya." He told me, grinning suggestively.

While he knew exactly what I wanted, I couldn't help myself but to play with him a little. "Eat all of this? I don't know if I'll have room for dessert."

"I think you'll have room." He replied, undaunted by my teasing. "That look on yer face says you'll have plenty of room." He was then leaning in and playfully nipping at my ear before trailing kisses down the side of my neck.

I let out a little moan of pleasure at the sudden stimulation. I'm not sure if it was the pregnancy or the weeks we'd spent apart or maybe both, but I was extra sensitive lately. His touch drove me even more crazy than it normally did.

Motonari stopped after a few moments, a wicked grin on his face. It seemed he too noticed my extra sensitivity. "There's plenty more where that came from...once ya finish yer food."

I wasn't really sure I was completely hungry anymore...definitely thirsty though. I was also getting rather hot. I tried not to think about Motonari and what was to come as I turned to the trays of food and began to eat.

Out of the corner of my eye, I noticed Motonari grinning even wider. He was removing his gloves, then as I ate, he treated me to little teasing caresses with his fingers. I finished the food on my tray before I couldn't take it anymore. I turned to him, throwing myself at him, wrapping my arms around his neck and kissing him.

Motonari's lips curved into a smile against mine as he wrapped his arms around me. I slid myself into his lap, wrapping my legs around him as well. His hands loosened the collar of my kimono as he moved from my lips to trail kisses down the side of my neck, over my shoulder, and across my collarbone.

"You just couldn't wait, could ya?" He asked, his tone playful and teasing.

"You're the one...who was driving...me wild." I replied, my hands knitting in his hair as he continued to kiss me, his lips on the line of my cleavage.

"Just showin' my girl a little love." He replied as he opened my kimono more, completely exposing my top half. He continued his exploration of my chest with his lips. He brought one hand up to cup my breast, his thumb toying with my nipple while he lavished the other with kisses and nips.

I arched my back as the intense sensation sent a wave of pleasure down my body and straight to my core, my belly already tightening. "Ah...t-that f-feels...hmmm...sooooo....amazing." I moaned.

Motonari was grinning around my nipple. He pulled back and brought his hand up to the breast he had just been kissing and removing his other hand from the other, getting ready to switch. "I can tell." He said just before taking my other breast in his mouth as he had with the other one.

My hips bucked against him. I was already aching to feel him inside me. To have his skin pressed against mine.

It was at this moment that there was a knock on the door. "Pardon me for interrupting, my lord." Came Hiroyoshi's voice from the other side of the door.

"Dammit, what?!" Motonari yelled, his anger and frustration at having been interrupted clear in his voice.

I held back a whimper at the sudden loss of stimulation.

"My apologies, but there is a merchant here to see you, my lord...and he is rather insistent about negotiating some new trade with you immediately." Hiroyoshi replied.

"Is it that guy?" Motonari asked.

"Yes, my lord."

Motonari sighed. "I'll be there in a minute. Have 'im wait in the audience chamber."

"As you wish my lord." Hiroyoshi replied. "Again, my apologies my lord, Lady Mouri." We then heard Hiroyoshi's retreating steps.

Motonari groaned as he wrapped his arms around me and pulled me close. "Damn that bastard."

"Important trade negotiations?" I asked, trying to hide my disappointment.

"Yeah." Motonari answered. He was then pulling back from me, helping me to put my kimono back in place, his fingers lingering at the edge of my collar. "We'll continue this after I finish up."

"We better." I replied. "You have to finish what you start you know."

Motonari grinned at me. "Oh, I'll finish ya real good, flower girl." He promised.

"In the meantime...I might just go throw myself in a snowbank." I replied.

Motonari chuckled as he leaned in to give me a light peck on the lips. "I love you."

"I love you, too."

He kissed my forehead before I was untangling myself from him. He gave me one last lingering kiss before exiting our room.

I was now faced with the problem of being hot and bothered. I reached over to the second tray and finished the food before I decided to get up. I cleaned up and took the trays to the kitchen. Misa was returning and caught me in the kitchen.

"You look like someone stole your ice cream or something." She teased me.

"Oh you know, I just got all hot and bothered and am now thinking of throwing myself in the snow outside to cool off." I replied, as I finished putting away the now clean dishes.

Misa grinned. "Well, it has been a while since we've played out in the snow." Her voice then changed and the next words she sang were, "Do you wanna build a snowman?"

I couldn't help but to laugh. "You know what, why not?" I replied.

I went to mine and Motonari's room and grabbed my winter weather clothes, including the white gloves he had gotten me. They matched his. I smiled as I pulled them on. Then Misa and I were heading outside to the garden that was covered in a blanket of snow. The cold air stinging my cheeks was a blessing.

Misa and I began to gather up snow and roll up the body of our snowman. "So, what could possibly be keeping that husband of yours from satisfying your needs?" Misa teased.

"He had a meeting with a merchant." I answered. "The way he talked, I get get the feeling that he knows this guy really well."

Misa nodded. "I see. Why don't you get involved in the meetings?" She asked.

"I figure it's best to not involve myself as much as I possibly can." I answered. "You know timeline hijinks and all that."

"True...but you are married to a pretty important warlord...and carrying his child." Misa pointed out. "Plus, I heard that you negotiated the alliance between Motonari and Nobunaga?"

"Okay, well I HAD to get involved then." I replied. "Otherwise things would have gotten bad."

"So, only intervening when it's needed?"

"Something like that." I replied.

We finished our snowman. As we stood back to admire our work, that was when I felt a snowball impact the side of my head. I looked over at Misa who was grinning wickedly.

"You did not just..."

"Just trying to help you cool down." She replied.

I narrowed my eyes at her. "You know this means war right?"

"Bring it."

And thus a snowball fight began.

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bloomyn · 4 years

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yellow smiley faces

pink peonies -> prologue

pairing: ushijima wakatoshi x reader

summary: your midlife crisis happens rather quickly, and its not midlife, you’re twenty three with a baby whose daddy just left with your best friend. peachy.

part of: pink peonies

“ i know this has come up rather quickly.” the voice on the other line says, “but we are ready to accommodate to all your needs. us here at tohoku university are very excited to have you on board, especially with someone of your academic caliber.”

you smile into the phone, “i was very pleased to receive the offer, and the additional, um, accessories, if that’s what you would call them.”

the voice laughs, “yes, the new research facility is ready to be used by you miss [l/n]. we are very eager for you to continue your studies here, and it is understood that credit will be under our name correct?”

“yes.”

there’s a slight cry on your side of the phone. someone’s just woken up from a nap.

“i will be sending you an email regarding the details of your position along with some realty websites so you can start looking into some housing offers. and, it is to our understanding that you have a, uh, child correct?”

“i do. is that an issue?”

“n-no of course not! we do have day care centers for our staff and like i said before we are ready to accommodate to any of your needs.”

“okay, of course.”

you can almost hear the grin on the other side.

“ill be in touch, we look forward to working with you.”

“its been a pleasure.”

there’s a small tug on your pant leg as soon as you hang up the phone, and the face peering up on you brings a smile to your fast. picking up the little boy you adjust him on your hip.

“did you have a nice nap baby?”

he nods, hair still mussed and drool dry on the side of his face. he’s still adorable, who are you kidding, he’ll always be adorable. you want to say he looks like you, that all his cute little features come from you, but you can’t see it. he’s all him.

4 years ago

“this is your baby! you can’t just leave! aki listen to me.”

“i am!” he yells, turning his back away from the zipped suitcase, “there’s no way i can stay, do you know what this could to do to my career? i don’t need another...another inconvenience.”

you clench your fists. surely a punch is justified in this situation. you’re not even sad, just angry. its crawling through your veins and you pray that the baby inside of you can’t feel it.

“so thats it. you’re just leaving an inconvenience, three years? they were just an inconvenience?.”

he has the audacity to sigh before facing you. “yeah.” he spits, “you’re just another inconvenience.”

and you can hear the remnants of a “should’ve done this earlier..” pass through his lips.

when he leaves an hour later, you can’t bring yourself to feel anything.

your son waddles into your room, toys in tow and a blanket hanging off the back of his shirt. he’s still figuring out the whole solid running part, but for now he looks like he’s running through a marshy field than making his way across carpet.

“m all done.” he says proudly, plopping down on your floor.

“oh yeah?” you lift him onto your bed while you finish folding your clothes up, “ready for our adventure?”

he nods enthusiastically this time, “im ready! ready, ready, ready. we’re gonna go on a plane!”

you let yourself fall back onto your mattress, “we are going on a plane. you have your toys packed for the plane too?”

he crawls over to you, laying himself flat on your stomach.

“m ready, all packed mommy.”

3 months ago

“--unfortunately that is our current situation, and it’s why we have to let you go. believe me if we could we would continue to have you on our surgical team and fund your research but--”

“save it.” you interrupt, lifting yourself off your seat, “you don’t have to lie to me. i don’t want you to lie to me. tell me the truth, because you know damn well im the best doctor in this entire hospital”

the chief sighs. “we are concerned about your emotional state. you’ve taken days off-”

“that i have made up, the amount of surgeries i’ve successfully completed and my hours in the lab have not faltered once, im sure that my emotional state has nothing to do with that.”

the man in front of you pinches his eyebrows.

“we just cannot keep you on. that is the end of the discussion”

he straightens his paper on the desk. “if it is worth anything to you, this was not my decision.”

you suck in a sharp breath.

“its been a pleasure dr.[l/n]

NOW BOARDING FLIGHT 510 TO SENDAI INTERNATIONAL AIRPORT

SECTIONS A, B, AND C

the speakers boom above you.

“mommy that’s us!” akio cries, pulling on your hand. you pull out your tickets and tug on your carry on onto your shoulders,, one hand on your luggage the other in your baby’s hand.”

“have a wonderful flight ms. [l/n]” the flight attendant chirps.

akio smiles at the lady and you wonder what he’s thinking; almost jealous of your sons naivety. you cant help the sourness in your chest, but then akios squirming his way over you onto the window seat, his eyes bulging at the sight of the runway and the sourness dissipates.

you’re ready for this.

or at least you hope you are.

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When you’re sick ft. Kuroo, Bokuto and Sugawara

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Kuroo

You’d texted Kuroo to tell him you weren’t going to be able to make it to the Nekoma reunion, saying you had some kind of flu. Once you sent the text, you rolled back over in your bed, letting the device fall into the sheets as you closed your eyes, trying to take deep breaths and centre yourself.

Your mind was pure mush and it felt like the world was spinning, despite your attempts. Soon, you fell into a feverish sleep, only to be woken up by the sensation of something cold being pressed onto your forehead. As you adjusted to the light, you were surprised to see your boyfriend sitting next to the bed, a mask pulled up over his mouth and nose. Even then, you could see the twinkle in his eyes as he began to speak.

“Hey, Chibi-chan, glad you decided to join me,” he chuckled, gently pushing your hair away from your eyes.

“Kuroo, you have to go, I don’t want to get you sick,” you croaked hoarsely, moving to sit up in the bed.

“That’s why I have on a mask,” he grinned before reaching into a plastic bag on the floor. He brought out an energy drink, along with a box of tissues and cough drops to ease your aching throat,” After all, I can’t leave a sick kitten by themselves, can I?”

Bokuto

You were in your uni class when you suddenly jumped up, rushing out the door. You had felt a bit nauseous earlier but you’d told yourself that it was nothing. The minute you got to the bathroom, you were hung over the toilet, spilling your guts out like silly. You hated the feeling of being sick and you could feel the tears fill your eyes as you gagged again, your hands gripping the porcelain rim of the toilet. The bathroom was surprisingly quiet for once, except for your pathetic sounds.

That is, until the bathroom door slammed open, followed by heavy footsteps. You hadn’t bothered to lock the stall and you only really realised someone was with you when you felt your hair be pulled back with one hand, while the other gently rubbed your back. You sobbed, throwing up again.

“I’m here, it’s okay baby owl,” Bokuto insisted, trying to stay calm. The minute you’d ran out of the class, he’d tried to follow, only to be stopped by the lecturer… for a moment. That damn professor wasn’t going to keep your knight in shining armor away! He hated seeing you sick, but knew that right now, you needed him with you.

Sugawara

Sugawara was busy watching his students run around the playground, screaming and giggling loudly as they played some strange game that only really made sense to them when his phone rang. He normally would not take calls during work, however, he glanced at the caller ID.

Y/N’s Work

He immediately answered, concerned.

“Is this Mr. Sugawara?”

“Yes, this Y/N’s work, right?” he replied, even though he already knew the answer,” Is something wrong?”

“Yes, I’m Y/N’s boss. She collapsed today during her shift. We were going to take her to the hospital, but she insisted that she was fine.”

“I’ll be there in twenty minutes.”

…

You groaned as you sat in your boss’s office, blushing brightly. You worked at a rather small company, hence the embarrassing overreaction to your fainting. Aki was crying, Mimi was googling strange medical remedies and your boss was scolding you for not eating enough as you confessed to having skipped breakfast. Your lips were cracked too as you’d forgotten your water bottle. A combination of dehydration and a lack of food resulted in your brief period of unconsciousness, but you’d also whacked your head on the corner of your desk.

“Y/N?”

You looked up to see your loving boyfriend, Sugawara, staring down at you with a relieved yet slightly irked expression.

“I’m fine, Suga, honestly-” you began but he interrupted you as he bent over. In a matter of seconds, you were in his arms, being carried princess style.

“Suga! Put me down, I’ve got work!”

“I already told your boss you need the rest of the day off to recover,” he said firmly,” Besides, when did you last eat?”

Silence.

“That’s what I thought. I’ll make you some lunch when we get home, okay?”

#haikyuu!!#haikyuu headcanons #haikyuu x reader #kuroo x reader #bokuto x reader #sugawara x reader

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