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celabi · 1 year

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𝐁𝐍𝐇𝐀 𝐁𝐎𝐘𝐒 + 𝐒𝐎𝐅𝐓 𝐌𝐎𝐌𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐒

Bakugou, Shinsou, Hawks, Dabi, Shigaraki x Reader

𝐁𝐀𝐊𝐔𝐆𝐎𝐔 decides that the moment he sees your foot stumble off the side walk and nearly fall into on going traffic while he’s walking along side you, he’ll never let you stand so close to the road ever again. “Damn airhead,” He grumbles, quickly taking a hold of your school uniform sleeve and pulling you into his side— his calloused hands taking place onto the opposite side of your hip to keep you up and steady. “You an idiot or what? ‘M sure you’d loose your head if it wasn’t attached to your neck.” You softly sigh at his snarky words and roll your eyes, but still allow the blond hot head to tug you down the pathway. “There was a stone on the ground, I didn’t see it.” He sends you a side eye, a look contrasted of disbelief and annoyance before turning his attention to the sight ahead— giving the flesh of your hip a firm squeeze. “There’s no need to lie, Sweet cheeks, s’only us here. Just admit it, you’re clumsy.” Of course he’s trying to make this a competition, that’s so like him— but after the long day of training you had, you didn’t feel like humouring him any longer. “Okay, I’m clumsy. You happy now? Jerk.” You mutter in defeat, and Katsuki doesn’t even try to bite back his shit eating grin because he knows he’s already won. “Of course I am.” ‘Of course i am, and it’s only because you’re here.’ He thinks, his hand leaving your side so he can grab onto your own to tangle your fingers together and rub his thumb along your knuckles. “Now hurry up and walk faster, this date ain’t gonna… date itself.” “That doesn’t make sen—” “Shut it!”

𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐒𝐎𝐔 exhales loudly, tiredly lifting up one arm to swipe the back of his hand along his sweaty forehead, trying to calm his rapid breaths and pulsing heart beat. The ringing in his ears is so loud that he doesn’t hear the sound of your footsteps getting closer and closer until the tips of your shoes enter his vision while he stares at the floor, making him slowly lift his head to meet your gaze. “Here.” You extend out your arm, a cold bottle of water thrusted in front of his beet red face that he waste no time in grabbing, heaving out a small ‘thanks’ before chugging half of it. “You both did good today, take a break and we’ll continue this tomorrow!” You both turn your heads into Aizawa’s direction and wave him off, watching his back as he leaves through the gym doors. “Finally!” Shinsou drops to the floor, rolling onto his back and gazing up at the roof— patting the spot beside him, indicating you to follow through. You do so, kneeling to the ground before flipping onto your side— your elbow planted on the ground to hold your head up while you stare at his face. His chest is still heaving rapidly as he is still not quite used to training so intensely, while his eyes scan around the room— until they land on you. Shinsou pursers his lips, his nose twitches slightly in awkwardness while he try’s to rack his brain for a conversation starter. “You uh… really hit me hard today.” ‘Shit’ now he’s gone and embarrassed himself, again. He’s about to make up some lame excuses until the sound of your laughter fills his ears. His eyes find their way back to your face, watching the way your eyes flutter closed while you break out into a fit of giggles. He smiles at the sight, the sight of your smiling face makes his brain melt to mush and forget about his previous worries. ‘Oh, well, I guess this is okay.’

𝐇𝐀𝐖𝐊𝐒 watches as you sit up from the couch and walk over to the other one, one that’s five feet away from the one you were sitting on previously— when you were sitting next to him. He’s baffled, eyebrows raised in surprise while he eyes you up and down. “Geez, baby, didn’t know I stunk that bad…” he jokes with an awkward chuckle, the large red wings behind him droop slightly when he doesn’t receive the reaction he was hoping for. “You do, Keigo, go shower.” Picking up the remote and flicking through the channels on the TV, you try not to let your giggle slip when you see him from the corner of your eyes, also stand up and waddle over to you— his wings sadly dragging along the floor as he does do. “That was kinda mean, my feelings are hurt now.” He pouts, taking place right in front of you— blocking your view from the show you started watching. “You’ll live.” You mutter, leaning over to the side to look past his body. Now you’re not paying attention to him, and he doesn’t like that one bit… so without warning, Keigo stalks closer until his knees are pressing up against your legs before flopping down into you with his whole weight. “You big oaf! Get off of me!” You wheeze; the weight of his body is heavy enough as is— let alone him and his freakishly large wings . “Hey! M’not big, or an oaf.” He whines back, his head falling into the crook of your neck while his body lies on top of yours, his feet dangling off the end of the arm rest— kicking happily when you sigh in defeat and tangle your hand in his hair. “See, knew you’d come around… now let’s watch that damn movie.” “Oh, shut it, Keigo. I only gave up because I had to, we will never be friends.”

𝐃𝐀𝐁𝐈 already has a naturally deep and gruff voice, he knows it, you know it, every knows it. But it’s still a pleasant surprise to hear it go deeper when you wake up in his hold, your bare legs tangled with each other’s while the duvet lays carelessly tossed on the floor after he unconsciously kicks it off the bed in a cold sweat. “You awake yet, angel face?” You can feel the vibrant of his voice resonate through his chest while you lay atop of him, one of his hands resting firmly on the dip in your back while he other rubs comforting circles on your arm. “Barely… M’so cold, Touya, you gotta help me.” You whine, digging your head deeper into the shell of his neck— looking for any type of warmth you can get. He chuckles an airy laugh at the clear sleepiness still evident in your tone, his hand leaving your spine to crawl up under your (his) shirt to rest his palm on your skin and slightly heating up his quirk, not enough to ignite up in flames but enough to produce a small amount heat to warm you up— softly smiling when you let out a small, content mewl at the feeling. “How does that feel, baby? Feel good?” You adjust your head and nod into him, your nose now pressed up against the flesh of his neck while your hair tickling his ear. “So good, thank you… love… you…” he listens as your words quietly fade out, indicating that you’re, once again, knocked out cold. Dabi looks down slightly, watching as your eyelashes flutter along with you chest rising and falling. It quiet, the only sounds being your soft breaths and the occasional car that drive past his apartment. And it’s just the way he likes it.

The obnoxious tapping of 𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐆𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐊𝐈’𝐒 thumbs on the joy sticks hallow around the thin, league bar walls, along with the occasional swear word muttered under his breath and rustles of his coat every time he adjusts his position. “Fucking Tom Nook, stupid piece of shit.” Even from your seat on the squeaky stool at the counter, you can clearly see the way his blue locks tousle around whenever he reaches up to scratch at his neck. “Still in a hundred grand bell dept? What kind of rat needs a hundred thousand fucking bells?” He growls, and when you rise from your seat to walk over and stand behind him— you can just barley see over his head that his net is continuously beating the poor racoon inside his tent. “Babe, murder won’t always erase your problems.” You laugh, leaning down and snugly wrapping your arms around his neck— the soft action making Tomura momentarily pause his rage to drop his handheld into his lap and lean back in the warmth of your embrace, his hair tickling your nose. “Sweetheart, go grab your switch and help me blow this island up.” He looks up at you, his hands gripping onto your forearms— cautious not to place all five fingers on your skin— before pulling you down so your head is nestled in the crook of his neck. “I don’t think your goals of man slaughter are achievable in animal crossing.” You tease, your answer makes him grumble, the device in his lap now long forgotten to the side when he turns around on his knees on the cushions to position his face in front of yours. “Okay then, how about a trip to the new GameStop that just opened up down the road. I like the Pokémon games more anyway…” “…You’re such a sore loser.”

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celabi · 1 year

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Scummy Scaramouche and his nurse gf! ☆彡 1.2k — nsfw

Errrr re uploading this bcs someone told me the format glitched out and was doubling paragraphs, sorry! 🙏

Pfft, he’s picking fights with groups of bigger guys that he knows overpower him tremendously— taunting and mocking them with that snarky smile of his until they’ve finally had enough of his cocky little attitude and decide to beat him blue. But even then, as he’s pathetically crouched down to the ground, his slender, bruised arms up and covering his head to avoid injury to the face, does he laugh at their sorry excuse of punches and hits. When his voice is hoarse and shallow as he deems them weak— it was not meant for his ears only, or because he was scared, it was simply because one of those kicks made direct contact with his rib cage and did something to his vocal cords, he likes to believe that he is not the weak one here.

God does he hate how they laugh back at him, for it is he who should be the one with power, but… he just can’t find the strength to stand up. Instead, he can do nothing but curl into his body to try and suppress the growing ache in his chest, and stare with half lidded eyes as they dump everything out of his bag and onto the floor, with all of his belongings rolling across the dirty, campus tiles. ‘… how irritating.’ He thinks, watching one of the ‘bullies’ bring their foot down to harshly stomp the assignment that Scaramouche had asked you to help him with. Huh, whatever, yet another reason to spend time with you.

He’s not sure how long he had sat back against some random locker before his tormentors left and he had finally caught his breath— maybe ten minutes? thirteen if he counts how long it took to muster up his remaining strength and sit up— before he’s back on his two feet and wobbling towards the nurses office, one hand pressed firmly against the growing bruise on his stomach— and the other clutching the wall so he doesn’t topple over. Of course, no one that passed Scaramouche bothered to ask if he’s okay, or if he needed any help, for not even a single glance is spared towards his battered figure that limped down the hallway. He thinks he doesn’t care— but still, he has to admit that it’s pretty humiliating when even his professor doesn’t want to question his wounded state when rounding the hallway.

But does he have to care when his hand finally grips the door handle to his destination? No, he doesn’t— so he wastes not a second longer and pushes through, accidentally with too much excitement it seems— seeing that he sent the door banging against the wall and almost off the hinges. He flinches at his display of eagerness— while you jump up in surprise from the loud thud that bounces around the room. Oh no, he didn’t mean to frighten you! That’s the last thing he wanted, so (even though its limited due to the wounded state he’s in) he slightly leans his body downward in a shallow bow and opens his mouth to apologise for his rudeness— only for his hand to be pulled and his body jerked forward, out of the doorway and into the room, the door closing shut behind him.

Since when did you get so close to him? Maybe his heart rate didn’t fully return to nor— No, it doesn’t matter, you’re close to him. And he knows that’s all that matters. He follows closely behind and allows you to pull him along towards one of the clinic beds with no complaints whatsoever— and even though his eyes start to blur, and his head starts to spin from the strong reek of antiseptic, he sits down on the seat which you had silently gestured him towards. ‘She’s so professional when she’s on the clock… that’s fucking adorable.’

“Again? Kuni… do you get into fights you can’t win because you like the pain, or something? With the trouble you manage to find yourself in lately, you’ll see your ‘fatal demise’ sooner then you think.” Even though your words are what he thinks are to be taken in a joking manner— he’s a bit confused when a disappointed sigh, roll of the eyes, and a slight head shake of disapproval is what he receives in return. He blinks once ‘So strict’ and slightly lowers his eyes from your own and onto your glossy and plump lips— so soft looking that he can’t help but to glide his tongue across his dry ones out of excitement. ‘So stern’ his eyes lower down again to stare at the white coat that wraps snugly around your elegant figure, one that makes you look very high class. ‘So harsh’ they lower once again, just enough until they can subtly lock onto the plush thighs that faintly peak through the thin pantyhose covering your legs. ‘… god, she’s fucking perfect, like my own personal nurse.’

At this point— he’s not even embarrassed that his cock had started to erect in his pants, because he’s sure any sane man with a functioning brain would pop a boner at the sight above him. To be looked down upon with a face so fetching, a stare so proper, and words so sharp— it intoxicated him more then it probably should have. Scaramouche let’s out an unbalanced exhale, and goes to re-adjust his position to try and suppress the growing ache in his cock, only to grunt out in pain when he accidentally puts all of his weight onto one of his recently acquired contusions. “Jesus, fuck!” That’s what he gets for letting his enthusiasm get the better of him I suppose.

Over the sounds of him kissing his teeth and the discomfort he expresses through pained groans— he is just able to make out how you start to teasingly ‘tsk’ at the state of his suffering, before your feet pad across the tiles as you approach. It hurts, but not as much as his cock does when your face nears his own— and god did you smell good, so good that it overpowers the intense lodo foam scent that flows around the air. He is so entranced by your sweet aroma that the thought of trying to hide away his erection never even crosses his mind— you however, just so happened to notice it.

From gazing longingly into your glimmering eyes to, reaching out and grasping his hand around a chunk of the fabric to your coat— he’s brought back into reality when a light weight presses somewhat softly against his clothed boner, and his chest is being pushed backwards against the wall behind him inadvertently. Another groan falls from his mouth— this time however, it’s one of relief— so through lidded eyes and open senses, Scaramouche is met with a teasing grin, and the feeling of you palming away at his cock.

“Aw, poor thing. You’re in pain… I can help with that, it’s what i’m here for, after all.” Yep, you’re are just so generous, he thinks— and does nothing but nod with his little remaining strength, sit anxiously still as the zipper to his pants slowly starts to glide down, and flutter his eyes shut when your hand finally wraps around the base to his cock.

“Hahh… y-yes please. Do whatever you want to me…”

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celabi · 2 years

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“Baby, Sa’ little late, don’t you think?” 𝐒𝐞𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐚𝐧 blows out the puff of smoke from his cigarette, shuffling from one foot to the other as his eyes continue to follow your every move. “Why don’t you come to bed? Im sure your crops can wait till morning.” He always admired how you worked, but when your health was on the line— he knew when to step in and try to redirect your attention to something else, which was mostly a calm ride to ZuZu City on the back of his motorcycle.

He can hardly see your facial expression when you turn around due to the light being so dim, but he can already imagine that your lips are turned down into a small frown— one that always makes his knees feel weak because you just look so pretty. He hears you let out a small, tired sigh. “I know, Seb, but winters coming up and they’ll die if I don’t and…” you trail off because you know, that he knows the gist of it all.

Sebastian frowns at the clear exhaustion that is evident in your voice, but you only wave him off with a small smile, which of course doesn’t change his mind. He goes to flick his cig out his mouth and onto the ground but stops, knowing how hard you work on the farm, he quickly jogs towards the nearest trash can before making his way back to you.

You’re crouched down and just finished dusting the dirt off a pumpkin you harvested when a hand is placed on your shoulder, and when you look up— a soft smile is on your husbands face while he looks down at you, his eyes full with a mix of pleading and adoration. “Love, please, I can tell you’re tired.” You have no time to protest before your softly being pulled up by the arm and into his arms.

“What— Sebby?” You try and use the ‘cute nickname card’ that always lets you have your way, but surprisingly— it doesn’t work this time as your crop layout gets further and further away from your vision. And although your much stronger than Sebastian, you don’t try to fight him on this one and just nestle into his arms, wrapping your own around his neck and closing your eyes contently. You think maybe the end of this seasons produce wouldn’t hurt too much to loose.

He lets out a string of curses as he fumbles with the door nob to the front door, so he balances you on his hip so his hand can be accessible, and in no time you’re both away from the cold night breeze and inside your cosy home and seated on a stool near the kitchen counter. You watch your husband chuck some wood and firelighters into the fireplace and igniting before making his way back to you.

Your eyes lazing follow his movements when he crouched down in front of you and taps his thigh, and when you make no sign of moving, he lightly chuckles and pulls your foot up and starts pulling off your work boots— not caring about the mud that stains the new pair of jeans he just brought.

“Thank you, Seb. I appreciate what you do for me.” You lean your head on top of his and rest your eyes, and Sebastian— who’s now massaging your sore feet, sighs before a small, almost unnoticeable smile takes over his face. “Baby, compared to what you do everyday, this is nothing.”

Your quiet snores full his ears and he takes it as his sign to stop and finally get you to bed. As gentle as he can, Sebastian scoops you back into his arms and makes his way to your shared bedroom, plopping you onto the edge of the bed before shuffling around the room to find a spare shirt lying around— afraid that he’ll make too much notice if he opens the closet door.

The small lantern doesn’t help much as he can hardly tell where the clips to your overalls start, so he just pulls them over your shoulders and off your body, changing your marked, farm shirt and into a black, skull print one you brought for him on his birthday, one that he wears every other day.

He doesn’t even notice the adoring smile he has on while tucking you under the blankets, instead just patting down your hair and kissing you on the forehead goodnight. “I’d do anything for you.” He knows you can’t hear him, but that doesn’t stop him from spilling his love— it’s almost good because he cant feel embarrassed if you don’t know what he’s saying.

You’re so deep in sleep you don’t hear Sebastian trudging on his shoes and slipping on his jacket, sending your sleeping form one last glance before making his way back outside. He’s watched you work around the farm more times than he could count, so harvesting crops can’t possibly be as hard as it looks.

Spoiler alert, it was. When you wake up, Sebastian’s fluffy black hair doesn’t tickle your nose like it normally does in the morning, and instead is filled with the sweet aroma of pancakes. Pulling the hem of your shirt— one that you don’t remember changing into, over your underwear, you tiredly make your way to the kitchen to see your husbands back facing you while serving up breakfast.

“Good morning, Seb.” You yawn, rubbing the sleep away from your eyes and shuffling over towards him— wrapping your arms around his waist and leaning into his back.

“Morning, love.” His voice is raspy and dry when he turns his head back to look at you, sending you a smile before pulling you towards the dining table, which to your surprise— is over crowded with baskets upon baskets full off all the crops you were trying to harvest last night.

“Wha— Seb, you, I don’t—” words start to make no sense as they fall from your lips. Sebastian, your husband, someone who hates going outside and rather stay indoors, used the time that should have been spent sleeping beside you, was instead put into your farming.

“I knew maintaining a farm was hard, but when I was actually doing the work, it made me realise just how much effort you put into this stuff. It’s not a lot— but I hope I made your job just a little bit more easier.”

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celabi · 2 years

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Soft moments with Aki and Yoshida. Slightly suggestive in aki’s section ƪ(˘⌣˘)ʃ

AKI HAYAKAWA sighs in exhaustion, groggily reaching up to tug out his hair band to let his black locks fall down onto his shoulders, he’s tired— like he always is whenever he gets off work, especially after the devil he was sent to exterminate turns out to be more troublesome then anticipated. He let’s a few curses slip from this lips when his shoe laces get tangled around one another, making him squat down to the ground in the middle of the doorway and tug at them in frustration. His katana is still strapped to his back, and he considerers cutting through the lace so he can get to the bathroom and relive himself— if not for someone crouching down in front of him and softly swatting his hands away. Aki looks up with droopy eyes, a small smile overtaking his previous balked expression as your face comes into view, tongue swiped across your lips in concentration while you carefully pull the laces apart to not tangle them further.

He breathes out in content, letting his head fall onto your shoulder and taking a long and deep inhale, allowing your sweet aroma to enter his senses which instantly calms him down, so much that the taste of ash leave his mouth and is instead replaced with the feeling of want. “You’re always so good to me, sweetheart.” He murmurs into the crease of your neck, his nose running along your skin when his head repositions until your both face to face. “Smell so good too,” his hot breath fans your face, and you fail to suppress your shudder when the smell of cigarette ash enters your nose. His hand leaves from the spot on your knee to slowly hike up your leg and firmly rest on your waist, his fingers skilfully hooking under the hem of your shirt to rest onto the bare flesh of your hip. “Cold? Don’t worry, I promise to warm you up.”

It’s like all the fatigue he had stored in his body before had vanished into thin air as he hoists you up from the floor and into his embrace, his arms securing under your ass so you don’t fall backwards. He starts trudging through the small apartment, trying not to stumble into the walls while his head is dipped into your neck to litter small, soft kisses onto your skin, making you grip his hair to stabilise. You whimper out his name, your voice so embarrassed and meek it makes him bite down into your flesh with a pulled out groan. Aki only pulls away to open your bedroom door, stalking up to the bed and laying you down flat on your back. You look up and watch him while he slowly begins to loosen his tie, and not once do his lidded eyes leave your waiting ones. “Don’t worry, baby, ‘m gonna give you what you want.”

It’s uncomfortable, and so very hard to concentrate when YOSHIDA HIROFUMI’s eyes stare so intently at your face, so much so that your handwriting just starts to get messy and messier with each word you write. You don’t think he knows how much his gaze makes it hard to focus, considering the love adoring smile he has etched on his lips. You don’t even try to turn away because you know he would just grip your chin and pull you back to face him again, like he did last time. “Something wrong?” He questions with a head tilt, snapping you of of your daze to see that your pen is just scribbling nonsense along the paper. You sigh, bring your hand up to rub your cheek before leaning on your palm, copying him and staring right back into his eyes.

“Mhm.” You nod, rolling your eyes and tapping your fingers along the table. It’s lunch time at school, so no one else was present in the classroom except the two of you and the teacher who was slumped over their desk and fast asleep. You remember, as soon as the bell rang, Yoshida quickly turned his chair around to face your desk and just sit and watch you continue to work on the assignment that was tasked— waving off his friends when they offered to stay eat lunch with him. “Stop looking at me like that.” You mutter, reaching down to your backpack and grabbing your lunch. He hums, the smile had not once left his face— in fact, it grew as he watched you nibble on your food like a chipmunk. ‘They’re Cute.’

“Like what?” His eyebrow raises, his foot now tapping on the floor tiles— not out of boredom, but adoration. Swallowing the last bite of your sandwich, you roll your eyes again and look to the side. “Like I’m your everything.” That makes Yoshida’s eyes widen for a fraction of a second before they return to neutral, his smile slowly forming into a smirk as he reaches out and grabs your hand, stopping you from tidying your desk before he brings it to his lips— placing a soft, chaste kiss to your knuckles and running his thumb along your fingers. “Maybe because you are, baby.” He murmurs, softly chuckling when you flush and try your best to avoid his eyes, covering your face with you free hand. But he doesn’t miss the shy smile that adorns your lips. “My everything.”

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celabi · 1 year

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𝐁𝐎𝐘𝐅𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐍𝐃 𝐓𝐄𝐗𝐓𝐒 w/ Bonten!Haruchiyo Sanzu

— slightly suggestive and swearing. PART TWO

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celabi · 1 year

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I’m super glad you’re back! :D

I’ve got a ton of little prompt ideas floating around in my head for scummy scara but I don’t want to dump them all out at once so I’ll just bring one for now:

what if reader asked scara out on a date?

bonus points if reader shy and stuttering because yes

here’s a gold star for your awesome writing ⭐️

Hello!! I’m semi-returned to writing!! I’m still in the hospital but I feel better then I did before so I’ll be trying to clear out some of my drafts !! 🫶 sorry, this is really short, I didn’t know how to write it 😭😭

Asking Scummy Scaramouche out on a date! ☆彡

The lesson had just wrapped up for the day when Scaramouche feels a light tap on his bicep. It’s you, when he turns his head to the side— and with a cute little smile plastered on your glossy lips no less. He blinks slowly, and momentarily halts his actions of packing away his stationary so he can provide you his full attention— even going as far to prop up his elbow, leaning his red tinted cheek on his palm and returning your grin. “Yes, [name]? Would you like me to walk you home today? I truly mean it when I say that my time for you is unlimited.” ‘Please say yes, please say yes, please sa—’ his eyes slightly crease and shoulders visibly drop in disappointment when a head shake is what he receives in return, but he still nods back to you in understanding. “Oh, okay… no worries.”

He watches in curiosity as you turn your gaze and look anywhere but towards his dazed stare— awkwardly coughing into one of your fists and softly tapping your fingernail on the surface of the desk. “Ahem… it’s actually because I was wondering if you… uh, wanted to like, you know, hang out t-together, instead.” The first thing he takes notice of is the way your voice is in a much lighter tone then normal, which he mentally coos at. ‘She’s acting shy now… did I do that to her? Does— does she love me too?’ Giddy, that’s what he found himself feeling— and even though he knows he shouldn’t get so far into his deluded fantasies, he can’t help but to imagine you getting all flustered over him. Him. “We could go to the… movies? That’s always fun. Or maybe we could go to the park, i-if you’d prefer to talk, or something…”

“Like a— a date? You and me? Us? T-together?” Scaramouche has to make sure that he’s not misunderstanding your intentions and jumping to conclusions, because god he would be so upset if he accidentally managed to embarrassed himself in front of you if he happened to be wrong. He gulps down the lump in his throat, and reached up the tug at the collar to his shirt as he had started to feel slightly light headed from this whole ordeal. It can’t just be a regular study session, could it? The term was almost over, and he can’t rack his brain and recall if the professor had assigned any new assignments as of late. (Either there really was no new work to be completed— or he was just too busy staring at you every period and couldn’t bother to listen to the teachers words.)

The thought out you just asking him to hang out like friends would, enters his head— but he’s too delusional to care about that. And you’re so nice that he wouldn’t even think you’re trying to mess with him, there’s no way. Still, you both hang out all the time and you aren’t usually so fidgety and bashful around him, so this… this just has to be you asking him out romantically, right? He hopes so, he hopes so bad that his fantasies are coming to life and he can finally have you all to himself. Hell, he’s shifting around in his seat excitedly just thinking about it.

When you nod shyly in response to his clarification, Scaramouche is one hundred percent sure he would just Aww at just how adorable you look right now— if it weren’t for his heart almost bursting from his chest. This isn’t a dream, it’s real— he‘s sure it is from how much he’s sweating. You like him back, and though it’s a stretch, he thinks there’s a chance that maybe you love him too. You want to date him, to hug him, to kiss him, like he does you? Of course you do, why else would you ask him out. Duh.

He lets out a breath, and you take notice of how shaky it sounds, and how he looks like passing out. “Uh… if you’re sick, we can reschedule, o-or just not go at all if that’s what you pr—” you don’t even get to finish your sentence before he’s straightening up in his chair and whipping his head into your direction, a panic look overtakes his previously dreamy one.

“No, no! I’ll go, I want to!” He interrupts, and waves his arms around in embarrassment, before looking down into his lap shamefully from his sudden outburst. “I mean… I would like that… if you took me out on a d-date. Please.”

“Pftt… okay, Kuni, follow me then.”

He only nods, a love sick smile on his lips as he stands up and trails behind you, reaching for your hand and even forgetting to grab his bag on the way out because of his excitement. Loser 😔

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! Chapter 79 manga spoilers and nsfw ahead !

art by @/Naz2251 on Twitter

HE’S SO WHIPPED !!

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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celabi · 1 year

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𝐁𝐎𝐘𝐅𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐍𝐃 𝐓𝐄𝐗𝐓𝐒 w/ Bonten!Haruchiyo Sanzu pt.2

— slightly suggestive and swearing. PART ONE

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celabi · 1 year

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𝐇𝐎𝐖 𝐒𝐂𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐀𝐋𝐎𝐔𝐒 !!

Aki hayakawa x female!reader

Summary — Aki gets a little handsy with you while driving to work, and suggests you both take it to the back seat.

cw — car sex, pwp, vaginal fingering, sex while driving, masturbation, cream pie, pet names, lowkey public sex?? High key wants you to depend on him, squirting, pussy slapping. Idk what else lmk

wc — 4k

Aki has to resist the sigh threatening to exhale from his mouth while he watches you rummage around the room in search for your black suit tie in a haste, not remembering that he told you that he had neatly folded and placed it on the bedroom dresser, ready for you to grab in the morning with no problems. He guessed that was useless.

He knows he shouldn't have let you sleep those extra five minutes you had begged for, because with your adorable, sleepy face and cute morning voice— he had caved in and left you alone to attend to some early house chores, like aggressively waking up Power and Denji before preparing everyone breakfast.

Because those five minutes turned into ten when you had pulled him down by his shirt collar and kissed his lips so sloppily when he had returned to awaken you again so you could come eat— resulting in him leaving the room with a cute pink tint on his face and saying he'll reheat your food when you're up.

Those ten minutes turned into fifteen when you sneakily reached out from under the blanket and wandered your fingers up and down his thigh while he stood over you, trailing them up further and further until he had snapped out of his love sick daze and grabbed your wrist with ease— stopping you before you had the chance to grab onto his groin.

He left the room with a roll of his eyes— saying something along the lines of 'you'll make up for that later' as well as his now painfully hard cock bulging against his trousers in an almost unbearable way, fighting his urges to turn around and crawl back into bed with you and relieve himself. The sight of you looking up at him with half lidded eyes, the sultry look you sent him made his head spin in circles and his dick twitch painfully in his pants. That was, until Denji had walked out of his room wearing Aki's brand new underwear he had just brought himself— instantly killing the lewd fantasy in his head and making his lust contort into anger.

Finally— at the twenty minute mark, and with not long left to spare until you all had to leave for work, he had enough. With your breakfast sitting on the table getting colder and colder by the second and Power's constant whining, begging to eat it, he had rose from his seat and made his way back to the bedroom, promising himself he would not let your tempting advances get the better of him this time.

Aki didn't spare your sleeping figure a single glance when he stalked in— instead, he marched towards the curtains and had mercilessly ripped them open, letting the blazing sun shine into the room and directly onto your face. Ignore your agitated groans for him to close it, he had also pulled the duvet off your body and placed his large, cold hands on your bare legs— keeping them in place while you kicked and thrashed around.

"Sweetheart... you could end this if you promise to get up, I won't take no for an answer." He grunts, leaning his lower body away from you as your foot almost came in contact with his privates, shuddering at the thought of Denji doing something similar the day they met.

"Okay! Okay! I will, just get off of me!" You only calm down when he removes them, finally sitting up from your laying position and sending a glare towards his amused face. He nods in approval, dismissing your angry look and pulling up his sleeve— checking the time on his watch. "Okay, you have four minutes until we leave. I know you need more time then that to get ready, so... you better start rushing."

Your eyes widen in panic— a reaction he had anticipated, before watching you spring up out of bed and scramble around the room, searching for your work attire while also trying to tame your frizzy bed hair in the process. He lightly chuckles at the string of curses falling from your lips when you almost trip over your own feet when jumping into your pants, but still gets up from the bed to help you button your shirt.

"Last times punishment for being late wasn't enough, was it?" He teases, and you send him an annoyed look, rolling your eyes while throwing on your blazer. After the last incident of you arriving almost thirty minute after the scheduled time, Makina did not excuse your tardiness and instead, made you take your tasked mission alone, resulting in your ass getting handed to you. You weren't sure what was more scary, the number of devils you were up against— or the no emotion look she had sent you when you stumbled into her office.

"Don't even joke like that." You mumble, eyes following Aki as he reaches up to grab your tie off the dresser after watching you hopelessly search for it. Lifting your neck up for better access, he gets in close to tie it around your collar— his skilful hands binding it up in no time before patting down the wrinkles in your shirt, barely listening to you as you complain about how he 'had the power to pull things out of thin air'.

With both of you now dressed and standing right in front of each other, you take your chance to softly grip his own tie— not enough to undo the knot— but enough to pull his face down to level with yours and place your lips on his. Aki does not waste a second before closing his eyes, guiding his hands to your hips and kissing back with all the passion that he has for you.

"Mmhm." He hums into your mouth, gently swaying both your bodies in circles around the room like you're dancing even when there's no music. Soft moments like these makes Aki realise just what he's been fighting for his whole life. Love, your love. It's you, always has been and always will be. He just hopes his desire to kill the gun devil doesn't bring you anymore harm then it has done.

Although reluctant, Aki has to pull away from your embrace, placing his hand over yours to release him from your hold— he stands up straight, fixes up his uniform and straightening his tie. He nods his head to the door way. "Better get going now, Hm?"

Grabbing your hand, your boyfriend pulls you along and around to house, narrowly stepping over meowy when she comes over to rub against his calf, dragging you away before you had the chance to bend down and pet her. "I knew after the second time I let you sleep in, we'd be late. So I made you breakfast to go and it's on the bench, go grab it." He lets go and makes his way to the front door, grabbing your shoes before bringing and placing them on the ground in front of your feet.

"You're over here... treating this human like royalty for just breathing while I get put in time out for not flushing the toilet?!" Power snarls, and Denji has to hold her back when she lunges at you for lovingly, giving her the middle finger. "Why you—! Topknot, control your women!"

Aki rolls his eyes, swatting away Denji's grubby hand for you before he got the chance to steal your lunch before leaning down to tie up your laces. "My women is not the one who needs to be on a leash, you are, disgusting fiend."

The blond and peach haired duo watch in annoyance as Aki places his hand on the lower of your back and guides you towards the exit, sending them a look of distaste over his shoulder while turning the door knob. "Due to the stupid prank you had pulled on me this morning, I will no longer drive you to and from work, so you best pray to god that you have the funds for a buss ticket."

With that, he shuts the door behind him and drags you down the stairwell towards his black, shiny car, opening the passenger door for you to climb in and gently caressing the flesh of your ass as you do so, chuckling when you start whining for him to hurry up and start the engine because the leather seats are too hot for you to handle.

After hoping in the drivers side— Aki looks over at you expectantly, waiting impatiently for you to strap in your seat belt. You groan. "M' too old for seatbelts. Plus, I trust your driving skills more than anyones." You filter your eyelashes up at him, but he just shakes his head with a sigh.

Adjusting his seat backwards so he can lean over the center console to pull the buckle around your waist, Aki clicked the lock in before pulling on the strap so it'll tighten around you "M' flattered, but it's not my driving that I'm worried about, there are some real nut cases on the roads lately."

Putting his hand on the back of your headrest, Aki waits for you to put the car in reverse for him before pulling out of the car lot and driving towards the devil hunter HQ. The drive is not that long, but he still passes you the aux cord early on so you don't ask for it later, half way through.

It's somewhat silent, the only sound being the quiet wind entering in from the small crack of the window and the soft tunes coming from the radio. Aki takes this moment to use one of his hands to leave the steering wheel and rest comfortably on your upper thigh, his thumb circling on the fabric of your pants.

Occasionally— he would divert his eyes from the road and let them linger on you for a second longer then he should, watching while you stare out the window in a daze and mumble along to the lyrics of the song currently playing. It's peaceful, just how he likes it. No Power yelling in his ear to brush her hair faster, no Denji jumping down his throat to hurry up and cook dinner. Just you and him, how it always should be.

Coming to a red light, Aki's now unoccupied arm comes up to rest on the window sill, his hand running over his face and stopping over his mouth comfortably— his eyes once again, finding there way over to you and trailing up and down your figure.

"With all this traffic, we're definitely going to be late." He jokes, patting your knee in a teasing manner before rubbing it softly. "Don't worry though, I'm sure I'll be able to convince Makima not to punish you this time. Only if you behave for me."

You turn your head to him, and he takes note of the clear confushion swimming around in your eyes. You tilt your head to the side, "Behave? I like to think I'm always, well behaved." You state matter of factly, staring back into his eyes with a confident grin.

He shakes his head, dismissing you in a way before using his thumb and pinky finger to separate both of your thighs apart— pushing against them firmly when you tried to squeeze your legs shut "Oh? Baby, you don't think I forgot about before, did you?"

He has that glint in his eye— a glint you know all too well, one that makes your smile slightly falter and your fingers twitch against the door handle. "I— that was all in harmless fun, Aki. No need to get so worked up." You mumble, his eyes watching your nervous ones trail down to his crotch and onto the fabric that is now noticeably tightening around the base outline of his semi hard cock, which was getting bigger and bigger as the seconds go by.

"I told you didn't I?" He questions, using two fingers to trail up from your thigh and land on your clothed pussy, sensually circling around your clit in hopes to excite you. And by the way your hand wraps around his arm, it seems to be working. "Told you that I'd get you back for it."

"R-really, Aki? People can see us, y'know." You look off to the side— out the window and, very awkwardly, wave to the old women who sends you a warm smile from her small car before turning your head down to your lap, where Aki is now skilfully unbuckling your belt with one hand.

"Lift your hips, dollface." Your mind tells you no— tells you to swat away his hand and wait for the traffic lights to turn green. But, of course, your body says other wise, it tells you to listen and comply with no complaints, so without knowing, you do exactly as he says and raise your lower body, pushing your hands down onto the seat so he can easily slip your pants to the floor.

He doesn't bother to remove with your underwear- instead, he uses one of his sharp rings to rip a tear through the fabric, right over your clit. You softly hiss out when the cold breeze from the air conditioner hits your now bare cunt, and from natural instincts— you squish Aki's hand between your legs after you close them.

He tuts disapprovingly, mockingly shaking his head before giving the skin of your thigh a harsh squeeze, his nails digging so deep into your flesh that it hurts. "A-aki, not so hard." You stutter out, though it falls on deaf ears while he continues to play around with you.

"Come on, open 'em" He retracts his hand for you to abide his request, putting the car in park so he can take his foot off the accelerator and rest them on the floor comfortably. His hand quickly coming back to cup your whole pussy in his palm when your legs are apart once again. "That's my girl."

Aki's uses both his pointer and index finger to teasingly rub in a circular motion over your folds, staring at his hand intently with sharp eyes as a slick started to gather around his fingers. He almost groans out loud at the sight of your cunt twitching against him.

"Please, Aki. Please, put it in." You mewl, you hand going up to grip his bicep and try to pull him in closer if not the the console separating you. He hums in thought, playfully slapping his hand against your clit a few times.

"I don't know... should I? People can still see us, after all." He brings your former words back, sending you an unamused look when you narrow your eyes and send an annoyed look back up at him. "Aw, c'mon, don't go getting angry now... though you do look adorable, trying to act all tough."

You're about to try and voice your concerns about when the light will turn green when his fingers are suddenly plunging inside your clenched hole, not wasting time before their thrusting in and out of you— with loud and wet squelching sounds echoing throughout the car. "Oh— Aki!"

"Yeah? This what you wanted, baby?" He doesn't stop when your nails dig deeply into his arm, instead speeding up and adding a third finger to the mix, his thumb pinching your flesh while his pinky nail scrapes along your wet pussy lip.

His other hand leaves his side and starts to undo his own pants, push them down his thighs just far enough so he can pull his aching cock out of his boxers. Grunting when it springs up and lays hard against his abdomen, staining his white shirt with the pre cum that formed due to his arousal.

"Ngh, fuck... you see this? Look at what you've done to me." He groans, rolling his head back and shutting his eyes tight while he wraps his hands around the base of his cock— squeezing it and feeling as his his warm cum dribbles down his length and pools on his hand. "M-making me so hard, only you, baby."

While the fingers on his left hand are thrusting into your cunt mercilessly— he starts to pump his right hand up and done his twitching dick, his thumb running over the slit of his head to smear his sticky cum all over him to use as some sort of lube.

By now— you're both moaning messes, Aki's breathing becomes heavier as he nears his orgasm as your cries of pleasure edge him on further. He looks over at you, your eyes screwed shut with your knees against the dash board— rutting your hips up to match Aki's fingers. And he almost cums at the erotic sight— if not for a loud car horn sounding behind him.

He was too lost in the pleasure that he forgot just who he was, where he was and what he was supposed to be doing, which was paying attention to the road, something he was not doing.

Aki whips his head to the front to see the car that was previously ahead of his, was now many meters away. "Oh, shit." He mumbles, his hand reluctantly leaving his cock to move to the side and roll down his window— waving an apology to the car behind with his cum covered hand before putting his in drive.

His cock lays hard against him, twitching out in the open while he turns a corner— away from your destination and instead down a somewhat empty street, all the while still finger fucking you from the side.

"Get in the back and strip." He demands, finally pulling away his hand from your crotch, ignores your whining and wipes your lewd juices onto his jacket, his eyes searching for a scheduled place to park.

You do as he says— unbuckling your seat belt and crawling out of your seat and over the center console, yelping in surprise as Aki lifts his hand from the wheel and smacks your ass, hard.

He turns onto different streets until he finds one that suits his taste, one with no people, no cars or no houses— and pulls into a spots on the grass and under a large tree that provides shade.

You hear the click of his buckle just as you finish pulling off your shirt— your jacket, ripped underwear and shoes lay forgotten under the seat when he too, crawls over and pushes you down, hovering over you with eyes filled with lust and cock standing tall.

It's crowded, and he's very tall so it's not the ideal spot to make love. But Aki thinks that it'll do for now, he'd just have to wait for you both to go home so he can enjoy you properly.

You stare up at him while he undresses, and it's like he's teasing you at the slow pass he's using to shed his clothes. One of his hands quickly fly to his dick to start jacking off again while the other grabs the back of the head rest as he leans down closer, the only item on clothing he's wearing is his black suit tie which you hastily grab onto to stabilise.

"Have you been a good girl? Should I put it in?" He taunts, pumping his cock rights against your entrance, making sure that his knuckles rub against your clit. You nod frantically, grabbing on his arm.

"Yes, Aki, I have, swear!"

"Mhm, you're such a dirty girl. I guess I could humor you." You lay there impatiently as Aki lifts up one of your legs and hauls it over his shoulder, granting his eyes the full view of your wet cunt all prepped just for him. Your other leg kept in a tight grip of his hand and against his thigh. "Ready, Baby? You want all of me, yeah?"

But he doesn't even let you answer, instead he quickly aligns the head of his dick to your hole before slowly pushing it all the way in. Your load moans overwriting his own. "Oh, shitttt... always fit so nice around me, like your pussy was made for me."

He slowly pulls out of you, only to slam his hips forward and all the way back in— his balls slapping loudly against your ass. He repeats this, a small pause after each thrust until he feels you're that ready for him to speed up, which he does after the fourth thrust.

His hips don't stop, his cock relentlessly pounding into your warm, sloppy cunt at an inhuman speed that has you reaching up and gripping your nails into his toned back, trying to be as close to him as possible. "Oh— Aki! S-so good, faster, please!"

"Fuckkkk... M' going as f-fast as I can't, sweetheart." He groans, tilting his head back— the feeling of your hole sucking him in makes his cock twitch inside of you, his unobtainable orgasm from before slowly creeping back up his nerves.

It's not long before the car starts smelling like sweat and sex, the hot aroma of your scent filling his nostrils and sending him over the edge. It's noticeably rocking side to side, and he's one hundred percent certain that if anyone were to see, they'd know just what was happening inside.

"You like that, huh? Fucking you in the back of my new car?" He leans down in close, his head nestling into the crock of your neck while you reach up to grip his hair— pulling out his hair band so his black locks can fall down onto his shoulders and be more easy to grab onto. "Want you to squirt all over my expensive seats, baby. Make a mess of 'em for me." His hot, ragged breath fans your collar bone before he latches his mouth onto your skin.

"M'gonna! G-gonna cum, Aki!" You mewl, eyes rolling to the back of your head as your orgasm nears— and with a final thrust, Aki pulls out and quickly reaches down the ferociously rub his fingers against your swollen clit, watching intensely as you squirt all over his naked stomach and legs. "That's it, there you go, such a g-good fucking girl—!"

He groans, hurriedly inserting his cock back inside your cunt so he can release his cum inside you, sinking his teeth into his bottom lip and closing his eyes when he does. "Oh god... fuckkkk." He draws out, pulling out and letting his cock spring up so he can watch his cum leak from your twitching pussy.

Aki rubs a hand up your leg soothingly, watching you try to calm your breaths as he does his own. You look so erotic, hair a mess with vibrant hickies starting to form along your collar bone. The sight along made him want to go another round, and another, and anot— if not for the sound of his phone ring tone entering his ears, it's connected to the Bluetooth so it was pretty loud.

Reluctantly, he leans over and presses the answer button located on the steering wheel after the third ring, and brings a finger to his lips and shushes you so you don't make a sound. It's Makima's voice when the call connects.

"Aki? I took [name] for someone who was never on time, but here you are— the last one to arrive. Though, I guess I could excuse you this one time if you do me a favor." He has to hold back the chuckle when you roll your eyes at her words, lightly tapping your pussy as a warning and mouthing a 'be nice.'

"Yes, I apologise. You see... I came across a devil to sort out this morning. I can assure you, it won't happen again." He replies.

Makima hums from her end of the call, and he can faintly hear a pen clicking and some paper shuffling. "Oh? A devil, what kind?

His eyes widen, he didn't think she'd ask because he didn't think she'd care, so he didn't have an answer ready— without his mouth having any sort of filter, he responds with out knowing,

"Uh... the vagina devil."

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