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tteokdoroki · 1 year

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𑊡˚+₊🍼✦ — hi hi, pussy drunk!denji who has a habit of repeating and slurring his words when he fucks you.

૮ ͈>◡< ͈ა warnings — smut, nsfw, mdni 18+, aged up characters, overstimulation, multiple orgasms, kinda ?? forced orgasm, unprotected sex, breeding!kink, cumplay, no pronouns, reader has a pussy, afab!reader, denji fucks like a rabbit slay!!

“oh fuck…oh fuck baby,” denji whines into your neck, teeth making pointed indents against your skin as pins you to the sheets below. there’s no room for you to move underneath him, no room for him to pull out of your quivering cunt with every thrust— lewd squelching noises from his cock plunging deeper and deeper into you tangling with the kinetic energy dancing in the sex tainted air between your bodies. “i want’cha t’fuck me, want ya to fuck me. fuck me baby…please—oh god!”

nothing makes sense to the chainsaw devil when he’s doped up on your creaming pussy like it’s the best kind of drug you can offer to an addict. he’s too pussy drunk to realise that he’s the one fucking you, his balls slapping hard against your ass, pelvis smooshed against your sticky and puffy clit and his cock coated in a frothy mix of thick white cum. you’re so warm and wet, so inviting like denji’s dick has a home within your walls.

“i wanna get fucked, want this pussy sprayin’ all over me— wanna be covered your cum. please baby, fuck me,” denji slurs pathetically, brown eyes frenzied and eyelashes fluttering against your shoulders softly in contrast to the way he humps at your sex like he’s chasing his own lifeline.

maybe it’s his devilish appetite, maybe it’s the way you look so cute underneath him— skin shining with sweat and your eyes glassy and your lips swollen from all the kisses you’ve shared. whatever it is, you drive denji up the wall, have his cock twitching and leaking along your velvety insides, opaque white pouring from your tiny abused hole but only serving to make it easier from him to slip into you.

“d-denji!”

so that’s it, that’s the spot that makes you freeze up and your eyes roll back and your pussy squeeze down on him so tight you make him fill you up with another load— but that doesn’t stop denji, he’s not had his fill yet. “mhm…yeah, baby? y’like it like that?” he asks, gripping onto the headboard while anchoring you down onto his dripping rock hard cock. “you like it like that, don’t you? oh yes y’do, god you do.”

every roll of his hips is premeditated to give you the best pleasure, to have you selfishly lock him within the heaven of your salacious sex, to have you squirt so hard that you force him out of you until denji himself is forced to slap his seedy and sensitive cockhead against your clit so that he can cum again. he scoops up his orgasm, fucks it back into you and repeats the process so that you’re both trembling and overstimulated messes

because pussy drunk!denji has a tendency to repeat himself, until neither of you can go on any more.

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niki-phoria · 8 months

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⋆｡°✩ csm hcs - little things about dating them

characters: aki hayakawa, denji, yoshida hirofumi

includes: devil hunter reader, lots of fluff, forgive me if denji and yoshida are a little ooc, written with male reader in mind

a/n: i think i'm gonna officially start writing for csm :)) i'm open to taking some csm reqs but they might take me a little while to finish so pls be patient with me !!

warnings: mentions of blood/injuries, mention of smoking

gn reader (they/them pronouns)

⋆｡°✩ aki hayakawa

— i see aki as pretty inexperienced

— he’s had crushes before but finding the gun devil and working in public safety makes it pretty hard to go out on dates

— you met when makima assigned you to be his new partner (to help him wrangle power and denji)

— aki’s very slow to trust, and even slower to have feelings for someone

— he’s overly professional when you first meet

— doesn’t talk much unless it’s necessary

— it takes a lot of effort to get to know him beyond his somewhat cold persona

— after enough time (and probably saving his life once or twice) he’ll relent and start to open up to you

— either you have to confess or you just silently start going out together and being more affectionate

— denji is nosy probably sparks the realization for aki

— “what’s going on with you and y/n anyway?”

— “what do you mean?”

— “you’re all soft around them. it’s gross”

— a few days of very deep introspection from aki later and he’ll randomly bring it up

— during one of your balcony talks aki will take a drag from his cigarette and then look over and go

— “are we dating?”

— you shrug

— “i’d like to be”

— and congrats you are officially aki hayakawa’s lover

— aki isn’t super affectionate but he’ll make an effort if you are

— he’s gonna be super awkward about it tho lmao

— incredibly stiff the first few times you cuddle or hug but he’ll warm up to it

— he’s never really done this before give him a break

— he’s very protective but in a more subtle way

— puts his body in front of yours, keeps you away from danger, lets denji and power take care of devils to tend to you

— ^they 1000% tease him about being whipped

— aki is very cautious about letting you take devil contracts

— he doesn’t want you to get hurt

— his love language is acts of service

— make him dinner before he gets home or wake him up with a freshly made cup of coffee and heart will go boom boom boom boom

— probably gets all flustered and then gets embarrassed about being flustered

— (if you smoke) he shares his cigarettes with you

— you take turns passing a cigarette back and forth

— late night talks together on your balcony are some of his favourite moments with you

⋆｡°✩ denji

— denji is INCREDIBLY inexperienced

— he spent most of his childhood alone with pochita, slaying devils for money whenever he could, and generally avoiding danger

— he’s seen attractive people before and probably had superficial crushes but he had never seriously considered dating someone

— until he met you

— you met when you were assigned to work with aki as a new recruit into public safety

— your relationship is pretty lighthearted and playful at first

— denji is very dense

— doesn’t really recognize his feelings as romantic until you ask him out

— you have to outright tell him “i want to date you”

— he’s like “oh cool me too”

— congratulations !! you are now officially together

— denji’s affection is probably a little awkward at first

— he likes cuddling and being affectionate but he’s a little clumsy at how he goes about it

— his only frame of how relationships work is from manga and anime so expect him to try and replicate the tropes he likes with you

— it gets better with time though don't worry

— just don't tease him too much he's genuinely trying his best

— kiss him first and he’ll lose his mind

— his eyes get huge for a second before he smiles and kisses you this time

— during missions denji isn’t overly focused on safety

— yours or his

— i mean he literally turns into a human chainsaw

— he won’t let you be seriously injured though

— afterwards he scolds you for being clumsy as he poorly tends to your injuries

— he doesn’t know how to do stitches and his way of helping is to press a bandage over everything and playfully kiss the wound afterwards but it’s the thought that counts

— denji isn’t used to being vulnerable

— he’s incredibly nonchalant when he talks about his childhood but he’s still human

— sometimes the weight of being a devil hunter really gets to him

— give him some space and let him come to you naturally

— he probably won’t talk about his feelings in detail

— let him lay on your chest and play with his hair until he falls asleep

— he’ll feel better when he wakes up

— emotional intelligence is not denji’s strong suit

— you have to bluntly tell him when he’s doing something wrong

— he’s quick to change though

— he's a little emotionally constipated and he can be a little clumsy with his words and affection but he does really love you

— he just wants the best for you

⋆｡°✩ yoshida hirofumi

— i think yoshida has some experience with dating, but nothing overly serious

— you met in class

— ^either through denji or just because yoshida happened to notice you

— he’s incredibly charming

— puts all of his effort into cracking dumb jokes so you’ll smile when you first meet

— the type to lean in super close so he can “hear you better” and let friendly touches linger just a little too long

— i honestly think he could go either way with confessing

— he wants to date you but he also relishes in seeing you so flustered around him

— if yoshida confesses, it’s pretty nonchalant

— might be romantic and give you a flower or something

— if you confess, yoshida will smirk the whole time

— probably leans back against a wall or something and just watches as you stumble your way through an explanation of how you have feelings for him

— when you finish, he tilts your chin up so you’re looking into his eyes

— does that thing again where he leans in super close just to embarrass you

— “i like you too”

— boyfriend acquired

— congrats :D

— yoshida is definitely a hand holder

— he’s always touching you in some way

— his hand on your thigh underneath your desks, your fingers intertwined when you walk through the hallways, his arm wrapped around your waist as he walks you home

— he refuses to work on missions without you

— he says it’s to “make sure you don’t do anything stupid” but you both know it’s because he worries about you

— also the type to scold you while tending to any of your injuries

— yoshida is affectionate, but only on his terms

— he likes to be the one to initiate physical contact

— in public, he loves bragging about your relationship

— pulls you closer if he catches someone staring at you, introduces you as his lover, follows you around and refuses to leave your side

— he’s a tease

— he cups your face with his hand, slowly leans in, waits for you to start getting annoyed, and then pulls you into a kiss

— always smiles against your lips

— he can’t help it, you just make him so happy

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blueparadis · 1 year

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❝ GOOD GIRL ❞ + AKI HAYAKAWA.

+. CWs —» f!reader, m!oral, f→m receiving, cum-play, corruption k!nk; word count — 1kish

+. PRECIS —» Sometimes Aki takes a little advantage as your supervisor.

+. NOTES —» each and every brain cell is soaked in his thoughts which is quite shocking for me since I'm Yoshida stan but oh well we shall see; to read more of my works browse through navigation links.

One and a half months of being under division four. One and a half months yet all he did was to howl orders to all the members in his unit. You didn't anticipate how you would end up working under him given the fact he was once your supervisor.

Aki was anything but professional. He shared his half burnt cigarettes, listened to your stories with rapt attention about how you ended up being from ordinary college girl to a devil hunter. Sometimes he would hit the bar with you and he did all of it in the name of breaking ‘rules are meant to be broken’.

If you were to tell these to anyone in his unit they would probably think you were talking about someone else but fortunately you don't have a habit of rambling if things became haywire. And things did become haywire.

It seems like a common notion to conclude that you wouldn't be under the same division led by your supervising officer. Aki believed that too yet he could not help but bring you home after you nailed your first hunt.

“Open your mouth.” Aki snarls, looking down at you as you sit on his bed, folding your legs, with your knees kissing the bed sheet.

“Why … ?”, your voice drifts as his eyes meticulously scan you from head to torso. Your eyebrows jump deciphering his thoughts. “But I’ve... never...” you stammer, struggling to put it in words let alone do what he demands of you.

“sucked a cock, yea ?. Right” Aki finishes, holding your chin up so he has your eyes at him. He rejoices at the bashful sight of yours, eager to try yet unaware of how to proceed.

You lick your lower lip feeling the warmth smothering your cheeks carefully conveying, . “y... y-es. never... did that.”

Your sheepish whisper, the coyness in your glimmering pupils that is roaming all over the dim apartment room of his refusing to look at him and those perfectly plush lips that declines to say the word makes Aki’s heart bubble with joy.

He wishes to fuck you in all positions known to a man. He wants to fuck you on this very bed you are seated to the point that your supple skin becomes flush, your pussy all sore, your mind betraying you.

But he can wait. He wants to wait, wait and see how long this ivory facade of yours is gonna last.

“come on, you've never . . .” Aki demands, lips curving in delight hoping that you'd say the word, imagining how lewd you'd look. He grasps your chin as you blink and manage to blurt out, “i... i’ve never sucked a... cock... before.”

Aki grins , his cock pulsating inside his pants as he leans closer to your face, crouching so he could look your eager eyes. “you will ... now.”, he rasps finally releasing his cock from his pants, pumping it a few times in front of your astonished face before lining it up to your mouth. You clear your throat staring at his girth.

“i don’t know how...” , Aki’s brow jumps in fascination, “hold and spit on the head.” what on earth did he do to have to go through all these? Not that he complains but he has experienced sloppy blow jobs to mind ravaging ones that made him never go for the inexperienced ones.

But here you’re, his one and a half months subordinate, popular and demanding devil hunter who has not only managed to occupy his bed but also his mind.

“wh-at?” you blink at him, lips slightly brushing against the swollen head of his cock. Aki brings froth his cock closer to your mouth while holding your head in place so as to push the tip to your lips, to open by lightly grazing.

“ lick it, the pre. . . a good girl should.”You open your mouth slightly, feeling your pussy clenching around nothing when his precum spills on your tongue. You squeeze your eyes shut wrapping your mouth around the head.

“fuck,” Aki hisses, spreading his feet on to the floor mat , toes curling to prevent himself from jamming his cock into your mouth.

“Yeah, like that.”, he assures as half of his cock enters your mouth, saliva coating your mouth due to inexperience which Aki finds to be an undeniably alluring sight. A soft moan escapes your lips, eyes widening to glance at him with your brows pinching together as you notice him let out a groan. He only smirks at you encouraging you.

“you’re doing great, baby,” Aki cooes, watching as you struggle to suck him all in. “like that. Mmgh...just like that,” his words roll smoothly, eyes focusing on your stretched lips that are wrapped around his cock. You work your mouth wider, throat bobbing to adjust to his length touching the back of your throat.

“Wait…ugh… stop.” Aki’s voice becomes ragged that makes your heart drop instantly, you're not sure why that is.

“lick it.”, he instructs in one breath without meeting the eye.You glup all your wary before flattening your tongue ready to lick on his silky smooth shaft.

You accumulate a little bit of courage to lick and suck half-way of his throbbing member, occasionally earning more of his low moans. This is why he likes to work with you, a few straight directions and you're quick enough to build your own pace.

He cups your face with both of his palms before snapping his hips forward, making your nose graze the skin above his cock. You gag, tears suddenly pooling at the corner of your eyes yet Aki refuses to stop. He slowly thrusts in and out, his grip getting stronger trying his best not to lose control.

“take it,” he grunts. “All. Of. It”Aki never bothered to have a memory of how many times he had his cock sucked by different girls who has worked with him and who has not worked with him. Sometimes, he doesn't even bother to know the name unless they’re from his line of work.

He rarely sullies his professional relationship. He has no iota of idea of how many times he has shot his cum down someone else’s throat while still face-fucking them. You are no where to be labelled as skilled.

However, he can't deny that this one would imprint on his mind. Aki groans head inclining upwards with his Adam's apple being pronouncedly on display. “holy fuck,” he utters as his fluid fills your mouth, some escaping along the lines of your lips, some spilling on bedsheets. He pulls out his cock jerking a few times before zipping it up inside his pants.

And as he does he looks at you amazed how your cheeks are bulged, a lazy pout forming on your face. “swallow it” he pants rashly and you obey him without a second thought gulping his fluid down. You tore your gaze away immediately licking your lips thinking of what to do now, fidgeting with the loose ends of your unbuttoned shirt.

Aki still finds its amusing how a skilled devil hunter like you ended up being his subordinate. He thinks you're quite skilled to be a solo operator or perhaps he has grown fond of your pretty face.

“Good girl,” Aki chimes with a smile before kissing your puffy lips pushing you down to the soft mattress. There is a reflexive resistance as he desperately sucks your lips. You hum before caving in to his kiss as he proceeded to your neckline.

“God, you're so cute.”, and in that moment you regretted it, all of these, letting your heart soak in desires and affection. Perhaps,he did too when you desperately clawed his back as you deepened the kiss.

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@akicore , @tokyometronetwork

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chosos-mascara · 1 year

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throat

𝙖𝙠𝙞 𝙝𝙖𝙮𝙖𝙠𝙖𝙬𝙖 𝙭 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙚𝙧

(drabble) 18 + minors dni!!

cw: blowjob in a bathroom at a party 1k words

Hookups weren't your thing. But, when you'd been met with the intense blue eyed gaze, black hair falling to frame pale skin, you'd decided that maybe, tonight would be different. With drink warming your body and friends encouraging you, you'd found yourself sharing small talk, his airy personality evident as he'd drifted focus a few times, though his stare always seeming to return over your lips, watching as each syllable had been formed.

Closing the bathroom door with haste, your mouths met one another's, hands over his chest while you'd pushed him backward, his body meeting cold tile. Clumsily caressing over the cotton, your fingers dropped to the button of his jeans, slipping the cool metal through the hole and pulling the zip downward, dropping to your knees. The actions you'd taken had been swift, so when your lips had met with his hardness, he'd been quick to gasp, hips bucking forward to push into you further.

The walls of your mouth had been warm, wet tongue sliding over the skin of his cock causing his tired eyes to roll back, weight fully supported by the wall behind him. He'd been uncertain of where to place his hands, but ultimately decided on lacing the lengthy fingers through your hair to tilt your head backward, guiding your mouth over his dick and sliding it through to the back of your throat. Your gaze met with his, a tingle over your cheeks in embarrassment as he'd watched you with half-lidded eyes, jaw relaxed and mouth parted only slightly. There had been small pants through pink lips as you'd flicked over his shaft, or went a little deeper, stomach tightening. Guiding you further, your nose had finally met with his abdomen, cock wedged deep within the tight confides of your neck. A gag over him had his member twitching, a grunt being ripped from his chest, legs wobbling while he'd felt the vibrations of your desperate convulses. Pulling back to allow yourself air, you'd still been connected to his swollen tip with a long, thick string of spit, one that had him needily humping the space between you as he'd waited for the heat of your mouth once more.

A smirk had been painted across your cheeks before taking him back in, gentle groans as he'd felt relief, finally aiding his throbbing cock once more. With time, you'd become a little more vocal between you, Aki allowing hushed moans through the atmosphere, wet chokes breaking through your own hums as you'd added a little more effort, hand eventually meeting with shaft to pump over him while you'd taken him to your throat. You'd slowed over him, taking time to brush over his head with your tongue, suctioning around it with your lips before steadily sliding fist and mouth downward. Aki could only bare witness to the bobbing over his cock, pleasure radiating through his body as you'd rolled over him again, and again.

Through teary eyes, you glanced back upward, meeting with the blue orbs once more. He'd peered at you differently now, with admiration, features relaxed. You were sure this was the most comfortable and focused you'd seen him, receptive to every touch you fed to him, small jolts across his body when your nails ran over the flat of his stomach, or over his half-clothed thigh, jeans gripping against the skin above his knee. Pulling back, you moved his cock to the side, placing tongue to the base, licking up to the tip. His breaths were ragged, body desperate, but his face had remained still, eyes locked to you as he'd anticipated your next move. You smiled, another lick upward, letting go of the member all-together, instead placing both hands over each thigh and taking him into your mouth, pushing him through your neck while you'd maintained the eye contact with him.

Aki moaned, loudly. Anyone stood outside would've surely heard the noise and understood the meaning, but you'd continued on, eager to hear another sound to compliment the last. There had been a surge of confidence as you'd watched his features slacken, intimacy within his eyes acting as your applause. His fingers trailed from your hair to your cheek, thumb pressing onto your puffed lips, rubbing across the spit that had accumulated at the corner to run it across the skin.

When you'd moved over him again, his hand fell back into place at the base of your head, as if he'd been in need of gripping something to bring him back to earth. You'd moved your hand back to pump over him, motions speeding steadily as you built him back up. Aki had leaned forward slightly, another trembling hum as your maneuvers didn't falter this time, intention of allowing him to finally find release clear, and exciting him. His hips were eagerly rolling toward you, hands once loosely placed at the back of your head now clutching tightly at the hairs, moving your head with some force. You'd become a little less in control with his edge growing closer, bucking hips and hands thrusting you forward to meet his groin - though you hadn't minded.

He called out your name, left hand quickly moving to grasp at the sink to hold himself up while he'd come undone, knees close to bucking. You'd felt his seed hitting the back of your tongue, a salty residue over the inside of your cheeks; proof of his pleasure. Aki's stomach had risen and fallen with haste as his breaths had become uneven, sucking in deeply before dispelling the air he'd held within his lungs.

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akicult · 1 year

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aki wants you to tell him about your day while he eats your pussy because his day was stressful and he just wants to forget all about it.

he’s lapping at your cunt so slowly, his arms wrapped around your thighs while you’re propped against the headboard with your fingers laced through his hair. you’re hardly coherent in what you’re saying, just mumbling, “n yeah they were—nghh—annoying me,” and he’s just nodding and humming along while his thumb circles your clit so delicately it’s like he’s touching glass. in some ways, he’s a little selfish. he’s using you to forget about the stressful day he’s had, so when you trail off in your sentences, he’ll pull away just enough to speak with a, “then what happened, sweetheart?”

and since he’s going much slower, a little lazier then he usually does when he eats you out—it’s taking a lot longer. but it’s all for him. he’s eating you out for his sake. so he’s going to take as much time as he needs to forget all about his terrible day.

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crimsonkenjii-writes · 1 year

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Kissing Aki’s Sore Muscle ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

NSFW • MDNI

cw: not much, mostly fluff, kissing Aki’s sore balls after Denji annihilated them, GN!Reader

── ･｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ.───

Aki walked into his apartment defeated. His body feeling sore, especially his groin. His brows knotted up in pain and his shoulders clenched as he was still feeling the pain even hours later. Slumping through the front door and dropping his sword as he kicked off his shoes.

“Aki, you’re back!” You beam at him, running up to him and wrapping your arms around his neck to bring him down for a kiss.

“Hi, Love.” He mumbled out tiredly against your lips.

You both cuddled up in his bed after he got cleaned up, his arm wrapped around you and pulling you close to his chest. Your ear pressed against him as he low voice rumbled as he talked to you about his day.

“There’s a new recruit in my division. Some punk kid that Makima is making me watch over. Tried doing him a favor and getting him out of the damn job and the kid just nailed me in the balls.”

You perk up with a gasp, your hand covering your mouth,

“Really?!”

“Yeah… kicked me there repeatedly… I lost count after four times. It hurt like crazy,” he brows knitted back in frustration, wincing as he remembered the pain, “I’m still kind of sore…” he admits quietly.

“Awww my poor baby,” you coo, placing a kiss on Aki’s cheek. His eyes closing as he enjoys your soft lips against him. Your hand on his chest slowly gliding down, fingernails dragging across his loose shirt that tickled his skin underneath until reaching the hem of his sweats.

“Still sore?” You repeat him, your lips leaving him to peer into his deep blue eyes. He swallows harshly before nodding. Aki’s eyes stay locked on yours as your body slowly starts to shift downwards. Your hand dangerously close to his clothed cock. Resting on the small area where his hip and leg meet.

Your face now in front of his crotch, glancing up at him for a brief moment before fluttering your eyes closed and pressing a soft kiss on his groin. Your hands grabbing hold of his hips and thighs. “My poor baby,” you coo again, “Let me help you. I’ll kiss it all better.”

Aki feels his blood starting to pump harder. His cheeks starting to burn as he watches you eagerly. His hands timid by his sides as you softly palmed at his growing bulge underneath his grey sweats. Aki’s breath stuttering and coming out shaky as he chest started to rise and fall more dramatically.

Your fingers curled around the hem of his sweats, dragging them down slowly as your eyes locked with his. A small smile on your face as you hummed in delight. Looking back down to see him in his briefs. Placing another delicate kiss on his clothed cock before slowly dragging the fabric down. His long cock springing out of his briefs and falling back to slap his stomach. Your warm hand grasping his length as your breath was fanning over him. Your breath feeling cool compared to his now heated body. He shuddered under your touch, half lidded eyes watching your hand softly graze up and down his length and flicking towards you. Your eyes admiring his features already. His pretty black hair no longer in that silly topknot, soft strands perfectly framing his face that was the cutest shade of pink. His mouth slightly parted as he took in shuddered breaths, occasionally closing to take harsh swallows or hold back whines.

Your hands moved down, gentle as they cradled his balls in your fingers. Your eyes closing as you placed delicate kisses on his sore balls. Your other hand cupping his length and slowly pumping up and down. Your lips still littering feather like kisses across his balls and the base of his shaft. Your lips starting to move upwards, kissing up his cock as your hand continued to massage his balls gently. Your hand moving to his tip, your thumb gliding over his slit that was already leaking precum. Your lips following close behind, still leaving no part of him unkissed. Your thumb moved to the side, your eyes looking up at Aki through your pretty lashes. As you placed a gentle, lingering kiss on his sensitive tip. Aki shudders, his hand shooting up to tangle his fingers in your hair.

“Does it feel good?” You whisper out, licking off the precum that smeared on your lips.

Aki nods frantically, “Yes, yes it does.” He breathes out. Biting down on his lip to stop himself from moaning out loudly.

Your warm hand gliding up, stroking the base of his length and sliding back down to cup his balls. Squeezing them slightly before sliding back up to his length. Repeating the motion as your other hand held onto his hip, your thumb rubbing circles onto the protruding bone.

“Ill kiss you ten times as much as that punk kid kicked you. Ill keep kissing your pretty dick until you feel all better.” You breath against his cock, placing kisses between each sentence. Aki lets out a satisfied groan, his head falling back as he felt your delicate lips against his tip again and your fingers still massaging his balls,

“Please make me feel better…”

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batterygarden · 2 years

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Denji x clingy gn reader drabble

prequel to this

Denji wakes from a nightmare, panting from the feeling of being ripped from sleep as if he was just yanked from deep underwater. By the time he deciphers the numbers on the alarm clock beside your bed, 4:17, he’s already forgotten what his dream was about or why it was so scary.

Huh. Back to sleep then.

Denji tries to get up and shift his position in bed but something is locking his arm in a soft but ironclad grip— you.

Denji remembers drifting off like this, him smushed sideways into a pillow as he held your waist and you pressed beside him while your own arms trapped his against your chest. Denji’s surprised your embrace is as strong while you sleep as it was when you were awake—you aren’t usually this tense in unconsciousness. He studies your face tiredly; your expression is furrowed and tense and your breaths are jagged. It seems like you might be having a nightmare too. Denji wonders if it’s just because you’re picking up the bad vibes from his dream; you’re always a sponge like that, soaking up all the energy from people around you. Or maybe not everyone… maybe just the energy from Denji. Your whole happiness and composure is usually dependent on him.

Geez that’s a lot of pressure when I think about it.

Denji wiggles the hand that isn’t already holding you out from under his pillow and pats it onto your cheek, feeling the cool skin warm slowly under his touch. He smooths his thumb between your eyebrows, rubbing away the stressed face till it’s replaced with a calm one, then shifts his arm out of your hold so he can lay on his other side.

Much for comfy.

Immediately you wake, ‘cuz of course you do, gasping and clutching the back of Denji’s shirt. You groan, rubbing your eyes aggressively with the polyester while Denji scoots back so his clothes aren’t tugged so much. He’s already feeling his heavy exhaustion start to pull him under again.

Suddenly, cold fingers are sliding their way under his wrinkled tee as equally icy toes start pushing against his calf. Denji jolts as if someone electrocuted him.

“Fuck, yn! Why’re you freezing!”

It pains him that your answering giggle is so cute. He sighs softly before turning again to wrap his arms and legs around you like a koala. He can pretend you’re too clingy all he wants, but deep down, Denji loves keeping you warm.

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levmada · 1 year

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In a Few Minutes

summary: On your walk home from class, Aki kinda sorta saves your life.

content/warnings: college au, HURT/COMFORT, first kiss, so soft, NDE

wc: 1.4k

After classes for the day are over with, you always look forward to meeting Aki outside his building and strolling back to your shared apartment almost as much going home by itself. You know each other so well that these walks are often spent in comfortable silence—they're simply the beginning of your evening routine.

No one ever believes that you and Aki just friends after they've seen you together (sometimes, even based on the way you talk about each other), including yourself from time to time. Aki seems to like giving mixed signals, and it's not like he's an open book.

Today isn't unlike any other day so far, save for another mixed signal.

Snow dusts the ground, and the cold makes attempts to penetrate the scarf wrapped snug around your neck. Every inhale feels like ice, and leaves in a puff of fog. You even have your arms crossed and your hands buried in your armpits in attempts to warm your hands. Rubbing them together does nothing.

Aki speaks for the first time since you met up. "You forgot your gloves."

"I forgot my gloves," you confirm gravely. "It's so fucking cold..."

Aki's long puffy coat makes him look like a penguin. He suddenly stops, and begins to work one of his woolen gloves off.

"Aki—" you chuckle nervously. "It's only a couple minutes."

"Yes, I know, but you've gone all day without them." He's grumbling almost to himself, frowning troubled. "I'm sorry I didn't notice earlier."

He's apologizing?

On Mondays and Wednesdays, your schedules align so you can have lunch together, and on Mondays specifically, you both leave the apartment at the same time. Today is Monday.

"I forgive you," you assure, still joking, but he isn't. He seems to give something some thought, takes his left glove off, and gives it to you. You're relieved he doesn't give you both, or god forbid the clothes off his back, but that relief is blown away by shock as he takes your hand.

One of his gloves on your left hand, his one on his right. That leaves you the perfect opportunity to—

"Now we'll both be warm," he says quietly, but he sounds unsure. He's watching you. "It's only a couple minutes, so."

"Yeah. Okay, let's go," you agree quickly. How is that disappointing now? Only a couple minutes...

But walking the winding path to your apartment feels like it takes longer today. You hardly pass anyone. Your heart pounds, and your cheeks feel hot despite the chilly wind. You can't help the butterflies fluttering inside you that this is how Aki would hold hands with you if you were together. His are much bigger than yours, so besides the fact that you're forced to keep your gloved hand curled, lest the glove falls off, the hand which holds yours almost engulfs it. It's still warm from the glove... and very soft.

You treasure these last few minutes before you have to let go as you arrive at the last street you have to cross to get home, the kind with a path down the middle that cuts the asphalt in half, with pedestrian signs, but no lights.

Normally, you'd look. You're so taken with your thoughts, and the world has been so still and quiet, that the crossing doesn't even occur to you. Aki barely hesitates.

It happens before you can even blink. A roaring engine blasts from your left, and it feels like your right shoulder leaves it's fucking socket as you're yanked backwards, nearly stumbling to your knees when you're hit with a bunch of hot exhaust. Forgotten leaves from the autumn season take off around you like drunken birds.

Aki curses, ripping you back another few steps before you're literally left in the dust of a truck whose hood must've been taller than your head.

What just happened? you try to ask, but your eyes are wide, still in shock.

Breathing hard, his arm hooks over your shoulder and protectively reels you to him. You find yourself pinned to him in a tight embrace, your cheek squished against the chilly puffiness of his coat. You're shocked by his proximity, the way you suddenly feel so safe, and the remnants of adrenaline still running through your blood.

"Are you okay??" he asks breathlessly over your hair. "That—That fucking idiot, almost..."

The sound of his voice snaps you out of your stupor. You hug him back, but you get the feeling that you're both shaking. He says your name urgently.

"I'm fine, I just wasn't paying attention... If you weren't holding—my hand..."

"Don’t say that," he snaps. "Surprised if he—if he hasn't already killed someone. Fuck," he whispers. His hold on you hasn't slackened at all. “I’m glad I…”

You feel the same. Letting go somehow scares you now. It's true—if Aki hadn't noticed your lack of gloves and insisted he hold your hand, then that could've ended... another way.

Neither of you so much as squirm for the longest time, and as time marches on, this hug begins to feel like something else. You're in the middle of deciding whether to say something—and if you did, what you'd say—when he suddenly lets go of you, tears out his phone, and immediately begins to type something. Aki is more furious than you've ever seen him.

"License plate," he says flatly at your stare, without looking up.

Your first instinct is to dismiss him from going through the trouble, but you immediately let it go. Besides, he looks scary right now. You wish he'd hold you like that again.

Instead you look around. Streetlamps illuminate your surroundings, but at dusk, no one appears to be around. It's as if nothing even happened.

Still not looking at you, Aki takes out his cigarette pack, and then struggles with his glove for his lighter. He seems panicked, and once he finally gets the cigarette and lighter in his hands, you noticed it's shaking profusely. He can't even light it.

"Aki, I'm okay, it's okay." You step closer, but his expression only turns more conflicted. "Seriously! It's over now, so just."

You take his shoulders, forcing his attention towards you. His deep blue eyes still look anxious.

"Here." You pluck the lighter from his hand. "Let me."

The lighter hisses as the flame is born, and you get the cigarette lit. You slide the lighter back in his pocket for him.

"Th...Thank you," he says quietly. His eyes flutter when he inhales, and he inhales deeply. Still. Neither of you start walking again.

"Are we... Are we going?"

Aki stares down at his cigarette for a moment. He moves aloofly, like he hasn't decided what he's going to do even as he does it. And then he's hugging you again—carefully, with his lit cigarette held over your shoulder. You melt against him.

“That was dumb luck," he remarks bitterly. "If... I don't know what I'd do if, if..."

You pull away just enough to look up at him. "Me neither... But it didn't. We're safe. Thank you."

Aki holds your gaze until you could swear his eyes are glittering. Then he scoops up your chin, pulls you close, and kisses you.

Your heart jumps right to your throat when you feel his lips press to yours. They're just slightly chapped from the cold, rich from the tobacco. In moments you kiss back and sling your arms around his neck. His hand slides down, cupping your nape to keep you close.

Suddenly, he pulls away by inches. You still feel his breath on your face. "I should’ve asked first. Can I kiss you?"

You don't know whether to laugh or cry. Smiling widely, you slam your lips together again. You enjoy him too much to feel the cold at all.

Aki kisses you with an intensity that's still somehow careful, like he's worried you'll for some reason pull away and take back everything. Your lips smack. It last for so long that nearly half of his cigarette has burned away on its own when you finally pull away.

"Maybe we should go on a date," you remark, laughing breathlessly. "Kind of a shitty memory for a first kiss."

He takes a fleeting drag, his hand still not having left your waist. "Yeah." Then he looks around. "Let's just get you home first."

Just a few minutes, you think again, and smile.

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nkogneatho · 1 year

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"𝐍𝐄𝐄𝐃𝐘 𝐌𝐔𝐂𝐇?"– 𝐊𝐈𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐁𝐄

—cw: fem!reader, lap grinding, nipple pinching, kishibe wearing boxers, don't come at me, not proofread.

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Kishibe always sticks to his schedule. He takes his work seriously. I mean why wouldn't he? It's the matter of humans and devils co-existing in this mess of a world. Work is important, but it is not his priority. It's you.

He's been working too late on some secret project. It probably has something to do with Makima. Although, he is so secretive about it. You didn't want to bother him. But what about this sudden heat in your stomach? What about the pool between your legs? Needy days make you so horny that you find the most basic things hot. So basic because why are you biting your lips at him typing on his laptop?

Kishibe had grey t-shirt on, with the only two buttons on the top undone and black boxers (yes the old man wears boxers). You walked up to him. Your eyes just stared at him. He was confused but it all went away when he saw the wetness drooling down your legs through your shorts.

"Come. Sit here, sweetheart." He pat his right lap, ordering you to sit and you did. "You know I will never neglect you right?" You looked away and blushed. That's right. He never dismisses you.

"I was just— I just didn't want to bother you."

"That is stupid. You will never bother me." He smiled. Wait. But something changed. It's the look in his eyes. They went from soft to "I will take my time with you." Kishibe is not expressive but you've been with him for too long to not able to read his eyes.

"Now..." he got close to your left ear, "shall we have fun?" Shivers crawled your spine. In a good way. In an exciting way.

You started slowly grinding on his lap, your clothed pussy gushing out juices and lacing his skin them. God, did he like way you moved on him. All of a sudden, your eyes darted to his left hand, only to find he was on call with his colleague.

"Kishi—"

"Don't worry it'a on mute," his hand moved to your breasts and started fondling them. "Until now. Yes, Yuki. Sorry about that. Where were we?" And that's what that smile earlier was about. He knew. He knew that you were too needy to stop halfway so he might as well get some fun out of it. He is such an asshole. You would think his brain should start shutting off as his age goes up but it's quite the opposite. This man gets sharper day by day.

You tried. You tried to keep your mouth shut but your approaching orgasmed made that impossible. "Ah. Mhm...ah fuck—AH!" He pinched your nipples and glared at you to shut up. "Hold on Yuki. I guess there's a cat entering theough the window," he pressed the hold button.

"Alright, baby." He looked at your furrowed brows. "If you cum with your mouth shut, I will give you my cock to ride for the whole day. Can you do that?" You nodded. Of course, you wanted him. So fucking bad that the moment he paused the call, your hips moved faster. All you could think about was having his cock inside you for the whole day.

Your fingers gripped his t-shirt, your eyes shut and you came so hard that he could feel your cum trailing down his thighs. You rested your head on his shoulder and he ran his fingers through your hair. When you sat back to look at him with doe eyes, all he could think of was how you were such a good girl for him.

"Uhm I am sorry Yuki but I think I need to go. The needy cat has made a mess," he ended the call, and immediately got up with you in his arms and placed you on the bed. He discarded his boxers on the floor, and started stroking his semi-hardened dick. "Go ahead. It's all yours, my love"

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heich0e · 1 year

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the edges of the photograph have curled over the years, and you have to press them down with the tips of your fingers so that you can really look at it.

it's grainy and overexposed, the colours saturated in the way that early colour film cameras tended to be. it loans the image a feeling of nostalgia, even if it's for an era well before your own lifetime.

the figure in the centre of the photo smiles up at you, frozen in time--a fine young man, no more than 19 or 20--and it makes your heart pang treacherously under the cover of your ribs.

"like what you see, kid?"

you shut the photo album when kishibe poses the question, realizing you've been caught in the act. you rest your hands against the nicotine stained cover.

"no," you say after a moment, though perhaps you should say nothing. "i don't like seeing photos of you when you were young."

you make the admission quietly, like you almost don't want him to hear it at all. he huffs a little in response, like he doesn't believe you.

"make you feel bad you missed out on me in my golden years and instead got stuck with an old man?"

you bite down hard on your lip, your nails raking bluntly over the peeling, yellowed vinyl of the photo album's cover. a piece of the cracking material lifts under the pressure.

finally, you glance back at him over your shoulder. kishibe is sitting in the chair he favours by the window. he says he likes it for the view, but you know it's because he hopes being closer to the window will keep at least some of the chemicals in his cigarette smoke away from you.

his dark eyes, lined at the corners and shadowed beneath the sockets, are on you; tired (as usual) but patiently waiting for your reply.

"no," you repeat your earlier comment, the first to look away as you turn your attention back to the half-empty album in your hands. you wonder what photos used to be affixed to the pages where now only phantom discolouration and remnants of adhesive remain. "it's because you used to look happy."

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tteokdoroki · 9 months

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Denji blushes when you hold his cock hand

☆༉ — DENJI. pretty boy.

about. let’s pretend this ask isn’t years old but yeah actually he does omg :( !! started writing this ages ago but finished for @miguelism mwah <3

warnings. minors, blank and ageless blogs do not interact. characters aged up to 20s, smut, nsfw, handjobs, exhibitionism, praise kink, college!au, gn!reader, roommate!denji.

“denji…”

“uhuh— i mean, uh, yeah?”

“has anyone told you, you’ve got such a pretty cock?”

you feel the entirety of denji’s length twitch within your hold— his head full of sunshine blonde hair falling back on the wall you’ve caged him against. your fingers are soft, pillowy around his thick shaft and your thumb presses to his leaky slit curiously, watching his face for a reaction. “y-you’d be the first…ah—fuck!” denji whimpers, golden brown eyes falling away from the world as you give your wrist an experimental flick, testing the waters on what you can do to him. “that’s nice…that’s real nice.”

you giggle, his precum oozing into the seat of your palm the more you start to jerk him off in the right space of aki’s bathroom. “yeah? i want you to feel good, denji.” you doubt that your roommates would want to be woken up by slick sounds and whiny whistle tone moans, so you step forward and reach out into the dark— pressing your lips against your boyfriend’s in a slow, syrupy kiss.

it’s adorable how he chases the warmth of your mouth, like a moth drawn to a candle flame, when you pull away to check the door only briefly. “come back, baby…please,” he pleads while he feverishly fucks your hand as if he’ll never get the chance to do so again. “feels good when you’re close…when you kiss me ‘n you use…shit, y-your t-tongue on me!” pleading turns to soggy, pathetic whimpers that are muffled by your tongue as you push your way back into denji’s mouth to shut him up.

you make denji feel like he’s going fucking insane, desire ripping through is chest, lewd squelching noises from his cock bleeding arousal all over your hand overlaying his soundtrack of moans and tongue lapping over tongues. opaque white slings around your knuckles as it drips from his creamy tip, only serving to guide your fist up and down his throbbing a little easier — as if it were a makeshift flesh light.

he really is so cute like this — pliant and needy underneath you, his body seizing up at your sensual ministrations and his skin shiny with sweat under the moonlight. the chainsaw devil can’t help but hiccup loudly despite how you pacify him with sweet, loving smooches. tears slip down the apples of his cheeks and track salt along your tongue too where they land at the corner of denji’s mouth. “you look so pretty with your cock in my hand,” praise for denji comes easily to you — he deserves to be cherished, to know that he’s good and loved. squeezing the base of his length, you push your thumb through his seedy slit just to see him cry, circling his bright red and mushroomed cockhead in order to lube him up more.

a pink flush blossoms across the expanse of his milky skin with every pump of his dick and his his head falls back against the wall with a dull thud. you lick your lips at the sight of his adam’s apple bobbing and his body shuddering, revealing to the naked eye just how desperate denji truly is.

“do you think you could cum for me, denji?”

the stutter in his hips tells you the answer, but you want a verbal one anyways — so for a moment, you stop palming his dripping wet cock and wait for his response.

“well?”

“please, i can do it,” he pants, eager to please — his honey brown eyes crazed and delirious. “j-just call me pretty again. ‘nd i promise i’ll—“

even with his back pressed right up against the wall and his shoulders quivering in anticipation of his impending high — denji still towers over you. so you stand on your tippy toes, languidly flicking your wrist to get him off, in order to whisper your command into the shell of his ear. “make a mess for me, pretty boy.” you simper, mouth falling open to mock his moans like you’re right on the edge with him.

denji cums with a shout and his release spills into your spoiled palm like a stream of molten igneous rock, painting your knuckles a gooey white. you have to cover his mouth with your remaining hand, muffling any sounds that escape him since his brain quite literally short circuits, reducing the poor blonde to nothing but tears and brainless babbles.

you do your best to keep him quiet while he twitches through the aftershocks — after all, it would be a shame if some else got to see your pretty boy blushing with his cock out.

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gojou-violin · 1 year

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ok. this is dark... like... really dark. never written anything like this before. so, uh. warning. but i had a thought for a csm/aki fanfic.... but i'm too lazy to write another book, so. the thought just gets yoinked onto here <3

| tw: suicide, csm manga spoilers, character(s) death(s), trying for kids cuz aki's desperate. please, please, please. heed this warning. i've never written anything like it before and i actually am starting to feel bad about posting it... please read with caution.

| a/n: i finished writing this just now. it's not as bad as i thought it was going to be-- i kind of chickened out of making it as bad as it was in my head...... but please still be careful reading if you're triggered by suicide or s/h in any way.

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this day was kind of inevitable.

aki told you from the get-go when you started flirting with him and he caught on to what you wanted, that his time was limited. the deals he'd made with demons were adding up. according to his own calculations, he had a little over six years to live. to you, though, that didn't matter, because you'd known him for a while through the police department you were both friends with, and you always found him interesting and thought that he was kind, so why not try to cultivate something between the two of you.

to you, any time with aki was worth it.

when you started dating, he told you that his time left was five years. whatever. that was a long time. it was enough to know him, to fall in love, to cherish him, and to feel important to him. five years was a long time. you'd make it count.

by the time your one year anniversary came about, he only had three years left. that was okay. it was still a lot of time... it just meant that you had to do everything a bit... faster... none of it changed how you felt about him, though-- you loved him. you told him as much on that day while he was sobbing, apologizing for trapping you in his life, making you suffer beside a dying man.

aki never cried in front of you after that.

not even when he told you that he only had two years left. not even when he panicked about his dwindling days left with you and decided to drag you down to the courthouse to get married on a whim. not even when he told you that night that he was dreading his death because it meant you would have to live the rest of your life without him. and not even when he told you the next morning that you'd have to move on after he'd inevitably die. he insisted that you could mourn for a day or two, but after that, you had to find someone else, you had to live your life to the fullest because that was a gift he never had.

poor aki was so upset when makima forced him to house denji and power-- because no one knew that you were living with him already, that you were married, and that he was trying every day before work and every night after dinner to get you pregnant. your home was his safe space. being with you was the only time he felt somewhat sane. but makima had trampled that peace by sending a fiend and a possessed human to live with you, ruining any "alone time" you and aki could possibly have.

eventually, though, denji and power left to go live elsewhere, and you and aki were back to it. he seemed a bit more desperate now. you could tell that there'd been some kind of change in him over the past few weeks; but you tried not to mention it because you were worried that it would only upset him more. so you just tried to be there for him. did he want breakfast? no. did he want snacks for the drive to work? no. did he want his favorite meal for dinner? no. did he want to fuck you-- yes. it was frustrating that he had closed himself off to you, but how could you complain when you only had two years left with him and needed to make every second count? it wasn't worth sulking or being angry.

you couldn't recall the last time someone physically knocked on your door. solicitors never dropped by, aki didn't tell anyone besides power and denji where you lived, and you didn't tell any of your friends that you moved in with him... so who could have possibly been at the door?

this day was kind of inevitable.

"i'm sorry..." denji couldn't bear to even look you in the eyes as he dropped the wedding ring in your hand. "if you, uh.. if you ever... need anything... just, uh... lemme know..."

you only got a quick glimpse of makima waiting at the car with a slight grin after denji left your door, his head hanging low like a sad puppy, his steps weak and dragging under him like he barely had any will to live left in him. how makima could be smiling at a time like this... you weren't sure...

when you closed the door, you put the ring down on the table, letting it rest next to the negative pregnancy test that you'd taken minutes prior. it was pretty much the same thing every week. aki would fuck you, you'd take a test, you'd both pray it would come back positive, you'd be disappointed, and then you'd just have to try again. when you heard the knock at the door, part of you was expecting it to be aki who somehow got locked out, and you were ready to show him the test before crying in his arms... but you never expected in a million years that it would have been denji, delivering the worst news imagineable.

two years. what happened to that? where had all the time you and aki had left gone to? what happened at work for his time to dwindle so quickly? was that why he was so upset? did he know that he was going to die sooner yet he refused to tell you? why wouldn't he tell you something like that?

was it because he knew what you were thinking about?

did he know how much you were going to hurt without him?

did he realize that you loved him so much that you couldn't bear to live without him?

you had decided a while ago that if your two years approached its end and you weren't pregnant or had a family by then, that you'd join aki. it was easier that way. he made you promise after you got married that you'd move on once he'd die, but you knew, and you were sure that he knew it, too, that it was impossible to love anyone else after him. aki was the only one.

the ring and the test sat on the table as the chair clattered after being kicked to the side.

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blueparadis · 2 years

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kishibe exploring your virgin body, using a hitachi wand just because he thinks you look pretty, and those soft moans? music to his ears.

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“You doing alright, girl?”, Kishibe asked playing with the hem of your lacy panty.

“um-hmm”, you nod bashfully as you watch him taking your legs over his thighs. The fumes of cigarette cloud in front of his face as you adjust your lacy outfit. His stoic gaze scans you thoroughly making you conscious about your barely clad body. He has you laid on the bed with the flimsy lingerie that barely covers your modesty but rather pronounces your features. He turns on the Hitachi wand making you bite your lip as the vibrations echo in the room.

It is afternoon. The curtains are drawn in, the windows closed. The fan is noisier than usual while the ac is on. "Let me know if you want me to stop, alright?" Let him know. He must be kidding. You barely knew what he is gonna do with that bulbed rod thingy. Is he going to rub over your cunt? or is he going for the mouth.

Nervousness crept into your body thinking about all the possible scenarios your vanilla mind could permit. "Okay, Daddy!", you chimed to get rid of the bubbling tension. Kishibe lets out a throaty chuckle which is slightly reassuring given the silent atmosphere. He discards the cigarette on the nearby ashtray as he rasped, "hands above head, locked"

He puts the head of the Hitachi wand on your boobs, while his other hand roams over your tummy. He must admit he loves this of you. Gradually, he moves the Hitachi wand all over your body yet not over your vagina. His eyes lurk over you as you squirm underneath him, ankles curling yet you are so obedient to keep your hands above your head that it makes him wanna spoil you more, wanna explore you more.

He notices that your hands roam over your nape and your head rolling from side to side. You could feel your thighs getting closer but were unable to close since he was sitting in between in your legs using the wand on you. Goosebumps spread all over your skin as he holds the top of Hitachi wand near your lower belly almost grazing your feminity.

"I think you should touch yourself", he whispers pressing the vibrating device strongly against your cunt. Your tummy twitches from the sudden sensation, "Ya' know play with your boobs"

"play with …", you murmur as your palms ran across your chest. Kishibe skillfully keeps the device over your vagina while his arms extend to slip the straps of your bra enough to have your boobs at the display. He has always wondered if your nipples had the color of your lips, especially when you keep talking cheerfully.

"Yeah, touch yourself", he remarks. You hesitate for a bit but the moment you touch your boobs, a trail of moans escapes your mouth gasping for breath. You need not be told twice what to do.

"Beautiful", he chimes as he circles the head of the Hitachi wand over your pussy. Your arch in rolls of pleasure, moaning and panting irregularly. An upward crescent tugs up his lips as he notices you bucking up your hips, moving your pelvic up and down to control the sedimenting heat in your core.

"You are so wet.", he says just a moment before removing the panty aside and pushing forth the head of the Hitachi wand. You fail to hold down your scream, but his expression does not falter, the intensity of vibration does. It increases making you roll your eyes white. Your legs wrap around his torso as you pinch your nipples. The more he presses the device into your cunt, the greater the force of pinch.

"Yep, that's it.", Kishibe puts away the Hitachi wand watching your slick trickle down your inner pussy lips as you gasp heavily, your arms resting over your boobs. You look at him and then your eyes travel down to his crotch.

He got a boner just by watching you cum and that too using a device. You sit upright hoping he would kiss you but he denies it as you incline towards him. He cups your cheeks, lightly saying, "You're good but I could make you better.", placing a kiss on the crook of your neck.

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wolfnlamb · 1 year

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Tck. tck. tck.

gun fiend drabble. Disclaimers: guns. csm spoilers. being chased. gn reader. no love, no smut, just scary.

He was coming down the hallway. You shut the door quietly as possible with shaking hands, the soft click of the handle ringing in your ears.

Your breathing was uneven and you couldn’t steady it at all. You looked up around the small office noticing the glaring fluorescent lights in the ceiling; turn them off.

Rushing to the light switches and hastily slamming your hands over them caused a thud against the wall, and you froze. Could he hear it? Damnit, you needed to stop being frantic.

But how could you not be frantic? Your hands trembled while hiding in the dark office.

When you saw him outside of your building far off in the distance, you were pleasantly surprised. It was a late night for you workwise and he’d called earlier that morning to say he'd miss you.

He missed me. He came to walk me home after work. A smile spread across your mouth just before you waved at him, but he stopped walking and stood still. It was too dark and the street lights only illuminated patches of the sidewalk.

You frowned; what is he doing?

“Aki!” you called out.

You squinted at the darkened shadow he was hiding in. You made a mistake; Looks like he has both arms. That’s not him.

But he started his pace again and it was faster than before. Each time he passed under a streetlight, you saw the shine of something on his face. Your thoughts raced; that’s not him. His quick strides towards you were unsettling and you made a sharp turn back to your work entrance.

Inside you felt a temporary relief, thinking you were safe. Your keys jingled in your hand while you backed slowly into the reception desk, staring out the glass window. He was almost to the front.

It’s locked. He won’t try to get in.

The tall figure slowed his pace while examining the building; the overhead lights shined brightly in a pool just outside the doors. As he stepped into the light and you could see he had a gun. The fear of seeing the large weapon quickly turned to sheer terror when you saw his face. This isn't a man.

You gripped your keys painfully, wide eyed with fear.

He gently tapped the tip of the barrel jutting from his face against the glass door. Tck. tck. tck.

And grinned.

Tck.

The black hair hanging over his face was stringy; pieces stuck to the corner of his bloodied mouth.

Crying, you ran to the stairwell, unsure of where you were going but hoping for an escape.

Now you’re locked in this office with no apparent way out…except the way you came. There’s no phone in here. You hid in a vacant office that hadn’t been used in months. Fuck. There are no windows in here either. No. You crawl under the desk and tuck your knees to your chest.

The handle jiggled and you held your breath. A few more turns; back and forth, and the door shook loudly before it was still again. The veins in your neck bulged while you held your breath desperately out of fear.

BANG

You screamed and covered your head as he pushed the door open, creaking steadily.

You could hear the rubber soles of his sneakers walking across the linoleum floor toward the desk. He knew you were there and you couldn’t help but cry. He’s got you.

With you shaking underneath, he leaned over the top and rested on his arm as the other scraped across the laminate desk. You couldn't see him, but you could hear his twisted smile click in your ears just before slurring: I missed you.

#csm drabble #csm spoilers #gun fiend #gun devil x reader #gunfiend #csm x reader

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oh-katsuki · 1 year

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cw: csm manga spoilers, angst

denji’s first introduction to music on a record player was through aki. aki kept one in his bedroom on a shelf that held records that he had collected over the years. denji always enjoyed music, but it was aki that really got him into it. before him, it was just a pipe dream delight, something denji got the privilege of hearing in passing because he was never able to keep a player of his own.

that record player is in denji’s room now, moved because aki doesn’t live there anymore. denji always liked it, even if it took him a while to understand why someone would listen to music on something so old. aki always said it made the music sound better, that it was special to listen to it on this rather than a CD. now, with them gone, denji leaves music playing whenever he’s home. it’s too quiet without them, so he leaves it on. that way, it doesn’t feel like they’re completely gone and denji doesn’t feel like he lives alone.

if the music’s playing, denji can imagine that aki is in his room next door, smiling about denji’s choice to listen to “space oddity” for the sixth time on repeat, and power is in hers with a pillow pulled over her ears, kicking her feet to the music despite herself.

#chainsaw man #chainsaw man drabble #csm #csm drabble #csm spoilers #csm manga spoilers #chainsaw man spoilers #chainsaw man manga spoilers #[ 📕 – writing ]#i don't remember when i wrote this #i think it was a little while ago #but it makes me sad :(

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chosos-mascara · 1 year

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chainsaw man

✿ smut ✧ fluff * angst

one shots ・゜゜・．

denji

betting & bargaining ✿ 4.8k words cw: college students, virgin!denji, betting using sexual favours, some manipulation on both parts, boob squeezing, nipple play, exhibitionism(?), fingering, cunnilingus, instruction (reader to denji), virginity loss (denji)

drabbles・゜゜・．

aki hayakawa

movie night ✿ 1k words summary:after only a week dating aki, neither of you could hold back on waiting.

throat ✿ 1k words cw: blowjob in a bathroom at a party

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#chainsaw man masterlist #csm masterlist #csm drabble #csm x reader #chainsaw man x reader #navi~

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