idk how to explain to people in my life that i like men in an imaginary capacity but if that same man made a move on me irl id be running for the hills trying not to vomit
read thru the draft of the final part for my abandoned suna smau from over a year ago and i had myself giggling on my lunch break.. may have to rewrite this real quick..
warnings: canon-typical violence/gore, minor character death, blood kink, creampie, unprotected ghoul sex, this one is kind of a doozy
listen along:
the normally bustling city streets of tokyo were abnormally quiet, but that couldn’t distract from the vicious pounding in megumi’s head as he pushed past the pedestrians around him. pressure pulsed against his skull as he took a few more steps. the loud drumming in his ears made him wince in pain as he attempted to avoid the few people on the usually busy sidewalks.
heartbeats. all he could hear was the blood pumping through the veins of the living, waiting to be torn open-
the rumbling in his stomach could not be ignored, but nausea continued to overwhelm him as the intent behind his hunger began to set in. a cold, piercing realization hit him as he stumbled into a nearby alleyway.
he hadn’t felt quite right since he woke up in the hospital after a date that had gone particularly awry. the doctor hadn’t bothered to explain the gravity of his situation, practically ushering him out the door after moments of waking up. he didn’t understand why until about four days later as he kept himself from tearing into the esophagus of his favorite barista.
he wasn’t stupid, he knew what suddenly waking up with a ravenous hankering for human flesh meant for the life he had once known. still, it didn’t make the situation any easier to swallow. days were spent locked away in his apartment as he continued to dodge his friends’ phone calls. it had only taken a week to leave him weak and weathered, losing all sense of reason as he wandered his way through the fourteenth ward. he let out a pained groan as his head hit the brick wall, and he searched for some kind of solace from the hunger pitting in his stomach.
it seemed his outburst had caught the attention of passers-by, but they kept to themselves with only a slight rise of the brow. nausea pooled in his gut as he tried to back away from the wall.
way to be suspicious, fushiguro. the voice in his head taunted, and he raked his hands through his hair as he tried to keep the contents in his stomach from spilling across the sidewalk. you have to eat, you stupid boy.
he couldn’t eat a person, there was no way! he’d rather starve to death- he was pulled from his inner monologue by a sickeningly sweet scent, grasping his attention and more importantly, the hunger that he’d been battling.
chasing after the scent like a rabid dog, he approached the glowing red lights of a nearby bar. a ghoul bar. but why was he here? he’d surely be killed for disrupting business, but he approached the bouncer regardless as the stench continued to waft through his nostrils.
the red fluorescents inside of the building blinded his vision as he stumbled inside, repulsed by his own urges as he tried to keep up with the distant tinge of blood and vanilla that hid behind the thick clouds of cigarette smoke. the back room was eerily quiet, and he failed to notice the presence of the same smell he’d been looking for. all he could smell was cigars and cheap beer.
distracted by the voice in his head, he took notice of the blood that decorated the walls in a daze. He'd walked into a den of bloodthirsty ghouls, and yet he was perfectly fine. So much for still being human. He scoffed and turned to face the opposing corner of the room. He nearly jumped out of his skin when he locked eyes with the woman, freezing in place as she looked at him confused.
he didn't want to kill her, but the carnal desire had long taken over as drool began to drip down his chin. He was starving, shaking in his skin as a voice continued to taunt him in his subconscious.
you are a pretty fool. struggling to survive as something you think you’re not. don’t lie to yourself, megumi.
shut up! you don’t know anything about me.
i know that you have to eat, or you’ll kill us both.
and what would be so bad about that? this is all your fucking fault anyway.
“you look hungry.” her words pulled him out of his internal battle, and he focused back on the situation at hand. the cause of the sickeningly sweet stench was coming from right in front of him. he didn’t understand her presence in the middle of a bar filled with bloodthirsty monsters. how could they not smell it wafting off of her?
he wondered what made her so different.
in his short time since the accident, he’d learned a few things.
he could feel the fear wafting from a place occupied by ghouls. he could practically taste the blood in the air as he walked by. humans didn’t dare to tread into those kinds of locations, so what was she doing there?
he gave her a short nod to her question, wiping the saliva off his face as he tried to keep himself sane. he took a seat at one of the vacant tables as he watched her stroll into what he assumed was the kitchen. his legs were shaking as he gripped the bottom of his seat. all he could feel was the prying eyes of the other patrons and he wanted nothing more than to sink into the floor. he felt so lost, so confused at how horribly his situation had derailed. only a week ago he would’ve been ripped apart for walking into a place like this, and now he was waiting anxiously for the one person that didn’t look like they were going to kill him.
his eyes widened when she dropped a plate of flesh in front of him. it smelled horrific in comparison, nothing like the smell of fresh blood and vanilla in front of him. he hated everything about the life that he was living now. he craved the warmth of his childhood home, and the tinge of sweet, winter fruits plucked fresh from the garden. he wanted nothing more than to sit on his front porch eating vegetables in the warm sun. instead, he tried not to grimace too blatantly at the feeling of frigid, refrigerated meat sliding down his throat.
the taste of iron clung to the roof of his mouth, and he frowned as he slid the thin, white ceramic back in her direction. reality was starting to sink in as he stared at the blood-splattered knuckles of the customers across the room. strangers sipped scarlet from wine glasses as they chattered like it was a normal occurrence. murderers and cannibals giggling at the bar like nothing they’d done mattered at all. then there was her, laughing along like she didn’t know the horrible atrocities these people had committed. the stench of death didn’t waft around her like it did the rest. fear didn’t pool in his gut when he looked at her. he didn’t know what to make of the situation, and he had to get out of there while he still could.
“um, what do i owe you?” he asked, a little timid after being outed as a ghoul by seemingly the only human in the entire establishment.
“it’s on the house.” she shrugged, cleaning the scarlet fluid off the tables and chairs of the back room. she can see his uneasiness, watching his eyes scan over the splatters coating the walls. “it was just leftovers, don’t think too much about it.”
“oh. thank you.” megumi offered her a small bow of his head, and she looked at him curiously.
“you must be new.”
“you could say that.” he chuckled sheepishly, and she tried to figure out where she knew him from. there was something in his energy she recognized, but she couldn’t quite put her finger on it.
the starving glint in his eyes was eerily familiar, almost like she had met him somewhere before. she chose not to dig into it any further as he exited the bar with a timid wave.
megumi could still feel the hunger clawing at his intestines, but he continued to fight against his urges as he walked through the pouring rain. clouds swirled above his head and water soaked through his clothes as he made his way back to his apartment.
within moments of walking through the door, the unfamiliar voice had already made its return back into the pits of his subconscious.
i can’t believe you let her go, you idiot. you let her feed you scraps and walk away with her life.
he sighed and turned on the television, choosing to ignore the pounding in his head. he’d do anything to drown out the noise, even if it meant suffering through the droning of the local news channel.
his attention was drawn back to the screen at the mention of ghoul attacks in the area. the fourteenth ward was growing more dangerous by the day, and he wondered if the patrons in her quant little bar had anything to do with it.
he couldn’t bear the idea of turning into a monster that hunts humans for sport. the television host did little to quell his anxiety as he listed off known ghouls within the neighborhood he once called home.
he let out another long, drawn-out sigh as he moved to change the channel.
later that night, he found himself stalking back to the bar with his inner voice screaming at him to stop. by the time he finally snapped to reality, rain pelted against the hood of his sweatshirt as he made quick steps in a familiar direction. something was pulling him here, and he froze when he caught sight of the girl walking through the empty alleyway with a black umbrella in hand. she looked so gorgeous, so delectable.
he could feel his control slipping through his hands as his hunger took over, barely satiated by the snack she’d thrown his way earlier. before he even knew what was happening, his kagune was sprouting from his spine and barreling towards her. the sound caused her to whip her head back, and she narrowly avoided a stab straight to the gut. she let out a long sigh as her umbrella snapped closed, revealing the sharp, knife-like tip.
“oh. i knew that i knew you from somewhere.” she sneered, her left eye turning black as he lunged at her like a starving animal. four dark red tendrils splayed out from his back, aiming right towards her heart. “i’d recognize that kagune anywhere.”
she dodged his attack, flinging him down into the dirt and pressing the living organ flat with her heel. the metal edge of her umbrella met one of the limbs of his kagune, stabbing it into the ground next to his head. “let me guess, around last week you went on a date with some girl and she tried to eat you?”
“how did you..” he breathed, still ravenous and clawing at her legs. one of the tendrils of his kagune wrapped around her ankle, only to be skewered into the concrete by a flash of black and red.
“your date was a regular at the bar. had a particular taste for the flesh of half ghouls.” her heel dug further into his skin, sneering at the evil occupying his body. “heard rumors that someone killed her and used her for parts. i’m assuming the good doctor didn’t tell you?”
“no. he didn’t tell anyone.” he replied breathily, looking up to admire the glorious collage of liquid muscle in front of him. while similar in nature to his own, his kagune paled in comparison to the bright scarlet he was seeing now.
“bastard. he left you to starve with the kakuhou of a vicious cannibal?” she looked down at him, pity washing over her features. she slowly removed the pressure of her foot, eye returning to its original creamy white. “come. we need to find you something to eat.”
“something or someone?” his question echoed off the concrete walls of the alley, and she cast him a knowing stare.
“the pounding in your head isn’t going to stop unless you eat. live.” he deflated slightly at her words, but he knew that she was right. maybe the murderous voice inside of his head would go away too.
you could save us both some time and tear her limb from limb right here and now. words boomed inside of his cranium as he rose to his feet and followed her down the street.
she was offering to help him, the least he could do was try not to sink his teeth into her shoulder.
she opened her umbrella once again and held it between them as they weaved through droves of pedestrians. she stole a glance at the young man she’d taken in and slowly came to realize that he wasn’t much younger than she was. he was also rather handsome, considering he looked about half-dead. dark hair sprouted off his head in soft tufts, framing his midnight blue irises. she was so entranced by the depth of color pooling in his eyes that she almost didn’t notice the dark circles just below his bottom lashes. it seemed that fighting against his nature had left him weak, albeit still fighting with every breath left in him. she found herself growing more curious as their footsteps echoed off the pavement.
“what’s your name?” she asked him curiously and took the lead as they walked through downtown tokyo. neon signs and street lights flickered from across the street, blinding his vision as he moved his gaze to meet her eyes. he could’ve sworn he could hear the soft strumming of bass guitar, but it was completely drowned out by the beat of her heart pounding against his eardrums.
“fushiguro. megumi fushiguro.” he tried to keep his voice flat as he spoke, but he was more than a little uneasy. the subtle breeze was doing very little to help his shivering, chilled to the bone by the torrential downpour.
“well fushiguro, i’m going to teach you your first lesson as a ghoul.”
he paused when she took a sharp right, walking straight through the door of a sketchy strip club. the pair walked through sets of tables, and he couldn’t help but stare at the gigantic steak in front of the couple across from them. blood dripped down the chins of the fragile humans as they ate their meal, unaware of the evil looming one table over.
“always have access to food.” she finished her sentence, waving over one of the bouncers as she held him close to her. he could still hear her blood pounding in her veins, and he tried not to pull her neck into his starving maw.
after a short conversation with security that he couldn’t hear, he was being dragged towards the back room of the strip club. he trailed after her and tried to keep himself from making eye contact with the half-naked dancers. his head started to pound again as he took in the sight of dozens of humans around him. sweat wafted through the air as he grimaced. the entire club carried the putrid stank of perfume and cheap booze.
his eyes widened as the door slammed behind them, and his grip tightened on her arm. he swallowed his anxiety, forcing down the bloodlust rising inside of him.
“shit.” she looked over at his petrified stare, the smell of rust tinging his nostrils as he took in his surroundings. large black curtains stained with scarlet fluid draped across every wall, with a large heart-shaped bed in the center of the room. “okay. you stay here i guess. don’t move, don’t kill anything while i’m gone.”
he looked confused by her sentence, but nodded along as he took a seat on the bed. he was more than willing to wait here alone, far away from the pounding of heartbeats.
he had expected to wait longer than he did, but he was nearly salivating when he heard her heels clicking at the door. he could feel his stomach plummeting to the floor when she stepped through the doorway. she looked just as human as every other patron in the strip club, and it sent a chill down his spine. how many other people have suffered this exact same fate?
he was surprised to find her dragging an intoxicated man behind her, trying to keep him from fondling her tits as she pulled him into the room. her target looked even more ravenous than he did, clawing at her like a rabid dog.
“dinner’s here.” she stated cheekily, and the older man’s face didn’t have a moment to show concern before his head was ripped clean off his body. the firm splat of the decapitated cranium hitting the concrete rattled in his ears as he looked up at her from his position on the bed. he sat there, entranced as he watched her left sclera turn a familiar onyx shade.
“town pervert, nobody’s going to miss him.” she clarified and took one of her fingers in her mouth. she let out an appreciative little hum and caught his eyes from across the room.
he couldn’t deny that the sight of her lapping up blood with her tongue made his pants feel tight, but he could feel nausea blooming in his gut as he watched the swaying of her hips. he was terrified of what she might do next, but he couldn’t fight the carnal need taking hold of him. she stalked towards him like a predator moments from catching a defenseless hound in her claws. fear was written all over his features as she watched him curiously.
“first timer?” she asked, and decided to change her approach. “how about we eat together?”
relief washed over his features at her words, and he nodded silently. still, he was horrified at the idea of tearing a man apart for dinner. it seemed she could tell, and she placed one of her scarlet-stained fingers against his bottom lip.
his eyes widened, brows raised when he heard her utter the word “suck.”
he obeyed her command, overwhelmed with the taste of iron invading his senses. his plump lips wrapped around one of her digits, licking it clean before eagerly moving on to the next. it seemed his hunger had won over his inner battle, and the taste of her skin left him wanting to beg for more.
shame coursed through his body as he felt himself hardening in his jeans, and his tongue traveled down her arm to lap up any trace of scarlet he saw. he paused when she let out a low gasp, and he looked up to find her cheeks a little flushed. she shivered as she pulled her hand away, and leaned down to tear into the skin of the corpse she’d left on the floor.
her shoes clacked against the wood of the floor as she made her way back to him with flesh in hand. he supposed that he should’ve been terrified by the situation, petrified even. however, he was kind of hoping she’d let him fuck her into the mattress after he ate his fill.
“megumi.” she called him back to attention and held his meal out to him. repulsion bubbled in his stomach again, and she frowned. “you’re impossible.” was her reply to his disgusted silence, and she took a seat in his lap.
“what are you doing?” he asked quietly, hands coming up to hold her waist. she placed a small chunk in her mouth, and blood dripped down her chin as she rolled her eyes at him. he was practically salivating, but he was fighting tooth and nail to keep the small part of his humanity he had left. he couldn’t kill another human being, even if it meant saving his own life. however, the damage had already been done. it would be rude to reject a meal, would it not?
“your resolve is insane. are you really that determined to starve yourself to death?” she sighed at him, and he shook his head. his tongue darted out to run up her neck, cleaning up the mess she’d made. her eyes lit up, and she ran her fingers across his cheeks as she placed the meat into his open mouth. he contemplated for a moment before he slowly started to chew. he reached out to her open hand, clawing for more as he swallowed down the taste of warm flesh. she smiled and tried to move away, but he held her firm in his lap with one of his strong arms.
his kagune morphed out of his body, appearing before her eyes as he stared at her with hunger in his eyes. it stabbed into the corpse and dropped it closer to the bed, close enough for her to reach without leaving her seat. he’d ripped off an entire arm, tearing into it with his teeth as blood dripped between them. the hollow crack of bones snapping echoed through the room as his teeth dug into the fresh corpse. he tore into it as though his life depended on it, but he wanted more. he needed more…
after a moment he pulled away, and his eyes had started to glaze over with lust. his gaze darted down to her lips, and he dropped his meal to use his hands to bring her face closer to his.
he kissed her with such fervor, all teeth and tongue as she let out a soft moan. she shifted above him and pulled him flush to her chest. goosebumps pricked across his skin as he savored the warmth of her body. he groaned against her lips as his hands started to migrate down her neck, settling right above her tits.
his tongue darted between her lips, causing an animalistic groan to erupt from his mouth. he pulled her towards him with all of his strength, seating her right on top of the tent in his pants. he was starting to lose control again, but in another way entirely. he had to have every inch of her, needed to feel her skin on his.
he couldn’t help but let out another moan as he pulled away from her mouth, tongue dragging down her neck and chest. his hands started to slide underneath her shirt and he groped at her breasts as his tongue found its way back to her mouth. his fingers tugged on the buttons of her shirt, struggling to undo them without ripping the fabric in half.
opalescent buttons clattered to the floor as he dragged her top down her shoulders. his mouth clamped down on her clavicle, drawing out some of the sweet, sticky scarlet he’d been daydreaming about tasting. he groaned into her skin, sucking bruises into the minor injury he’d caused. that earned him a loud gasp and a smack to the side of the head. she glared at him as though he was an unmannered puppy that had attempted to bite her finger off. she touched the wound carefully, sending a glare in his direction.
megumi looked back up at her, blood pooling on his lips as he brought her hand up to his mouth. his tongue circled over one of her digits, before wrapping his lips around it.
he released her finger with a loud, wet pop! as he moved in for another kiss. his hands ran over her curves, drawing a few small moans out of her as he rocked his hips forward.
within moments she was pulling at the bottom of his shirt, dragging it up his abdomen with an irritated little huff. he pulled away just enough to pull the fabric over his head, before leaning back in for more.
her hands roamed across his chest and she pulled him tighter, raking her fingers through the soft spikes of his hair. he let out a low groan at the feeling of her tugging on his black locks.
“fuck- don’t do that.” he choked, bucking his hips up against hers. she could feel the rise and fall of his chest picking up as she gave another gentle tug. “m’ serious.. not gonna be able to stop myself.”
“don’t hold back. i can take it.”
determination burned in his gut at her words, eyes glazing over as he gave her a curt nod. he immediately started sucking on her neck again as he fumbled with the buttons on her jeans. she shivered as his breath ghosted over the shell of her ear, sending sparks of lust straight to her core.
“are you sure about that?” he asked, voice low and gravely as he gave another kiss to her jaw. indigo eyes met hers as she nodded, and he shook his head. “need to hear you say it.”
“megumi…” she whined, giving his hair another tug. “i’m sure, please just-”
he interrupted her pleas with another kiss, fingers gripping at the skin underneath the fabric of her jeans.
he could feel the hunger blooming in his stomach again, mixing with the lust he’d been trying to quell. she pivoted her hips and her head fell against the plush fabric of the sheets as she pulled her pants off. now left in nothing but her underwear, she watched him groan at the sight of her bare thighs.
it was taking everything in him not to tear into her skin, but he kept himself firm.
the starvation he felt before paled in comparison to the desire that was burning deep within his gut. his kagune slithered back underneath his skin as he moved to pull her panties down her legs. drool pooled at the corner of his lips as he took sight of the dripping mess between her thighs.
“megumi.” she called to him, her tone stern. he tore himself away from her folds, meeting her eyes in confusion.
she pulled herself back up, wiggling her ass against him as her hands brought his lips back to hers. “need to feel you.” her sultry tone made a shiver roll down his spine, and he urged forward. his tongue dragged against her neck as she fumbled with his belt, palming him through his boxers.
he let out a hiss when she freed him from the confines of his pants. her fingers wrapped around his hardened length, causing him to groan. he knew what he wanted, and he knew that he needed it now.
he pulled her closer, hungry for more of her. his arms wrapped around her waist and pushed against her body, feeling the texture of her skin on his fingers. the head of his dick teased against her entrance, teasing him just enough to have him grabbing at the skin of her thighs. in a moment of sheer gluttony, his hands pulled her thighs towards his. she tutted at his urgency, before pushing him into her plush walls.
he let out a choked gasp when she sank down onto his length. she looked just as blissed out as he did, soaking up every twitch and shiver he gave her. she sat still on top of him, savoring the stretch with a few long breaths. the feeling of her insides drove him to the brink of insanity, and he couldn’t help himself as he bucked his hips against hers. quiet moans met his ears as he set the steady pace of his thrusts.
she wanted him to go faster, harder. she needed to feel every vein brushing against her walls as he pounded into her. his slow, excruciating movements were leaving her shaking and aching for more.
it wasn’t very long before she was grabbing his wrists and pushing him down against the bed, pace picking up as her tits bounced in front of him. blood dripped down her ample chest, enticing him even further. dark lipstick had smeared all over her mouth that was currently dropped into a soft “o.”
his nails gripped at the bedsheets as she rode him, knees shaking from the sheer force of her hips. soft moans fell from megumi’s lips as he watched her, utterly entranced by the sight. fire nipped at his insides as he felt her squeeze around him. she removed her grip from his wrists, hands moving to grip his shoulders instead. long nails dragged against his skin as he felt himself getting closer and closer to release.
a deep, animalistic groan left his mouth as he pulled her towards him, drawing his knees up to support the back of her thighs as he rutted into her. her breasts pressed against his chest as he rocked her back and forth, sliding in and out of her at an almost punishing pace. strong hands gripped her thighs hard enough to leave bruises, veins protruding from his skin as she held on for dear life. he smirked at her surprised expression, feeling the claws of her acrylics digging into the skin of his shoulders.
“fuck- just like that.” she gasped out, drawing her hips up to match the rhythm of his hips. lips found each-other once again as fluid started to drip down her thighs. she could feel the pressure building inside of her, threatening to snap with every thrust.
pitched moans echoed in his ears as her face scrunched up in pleasure. she was practically screaming out for him, almost as loud as the booming music outside. the cheap bed raddled underneath them as he felt himself tumbling over the edge.
the feeling of hot, sticky ropes of cum spurting inside of her had her clenching around him as she milked him dry. his hips continued to rock against hers, riding out her high as she came with a breathy whine. she shuddered at the feeling, warmth pooling in her insides. her head fell into the crook of his neck as her body relaxed, and he stroked the skin of her hip bones with his eyes shut. they spent a few moments in silence, breathing heavily as the sound of bass guitar bled through the walls.
his eyes fluttered open just in time to catch her smirk as she rose from his lap. one of her painted nails dragged over the skin of his cheek, cleaning up the mess of blood with the pad of her finger.
she looked captivating as her plump, swollen lips wrapped around her finger. she admired the mess she’d made of him, and the way his long lashes fluttered against his cheeks as he tried to keep his eyes open. now temporarily satiated and thoroughly fucked out, megumi finally had a moment of peace. dark hair splayed against the mattress as he exhaled a long, content sigh.
shuffling could be heard next to him as his eyes snapped open, watching her gather their discarded belongings. he could see the subtle twitch of her thighs as she tried to keep her legs from shaking when she bent down. it seemed that he had some sort of effect on her too, and a part of him wanted more.
“what are we supposed to do now?” he asked in an effort to catch her attention. he was kind of hoping she’d take him home and keep him fed like a pet. anything would be better than the new reality he had to live with, and the chilling rain that awaited him outside.
she offered him an amused chuckle, shaking her head at his question. “what do you mean? you go home, take a shower. come find me at the bar when you get hungry.” she replied casually, throwing his boxers next to him.
the answer he got was not particularly the one he was looking for, but he wouldn’t dare to deny the invitation. still, he found himself curious. “are you always this nice?”
“not typically. but what can i say? i’m intrigued.” she shrugged and plucked her blood-stained bra off the floor. he took a curious look at the state of the corpse scattered in pieces across the hardwood. his eyes drifted back up to hers with concern lacing his stare.
he could no longer ignore the guilt building inside of him, brows scrunched as he took in the state of the room. half the buttons from her shirt were still scattered across the floor, splattered with scarlet just like the rest of their clothing. chunks of flesh clung to the stained sheets, reminding him of the horrors that were now his new normal. the initial shock of his situation had started to wear off, and he knew that he had to accept his fate to keep himself breathing. that hadn’t made the carnage any easier to see, any easier to live with. his once navy blue tee shirt was now stained with scarlet, and he frowned as he pulled it over his head. she caught his displeased huff and smiled at him.
“don’t worry about the mess, i know an exceptional dry cleaner.” she added as she tossed his pants towards his still-shaking form.
“thanks for the meal.” he replied, a little cheeky. color was starting to return to his cheeks, and the pounding in his head was finally starting to dissipate. if this was something he had to swallow down, the least he could do was make the best of it. perhaps she would even help him out if he asked. “i still don’t feel too great about the “killing people for food” thing. do you think you might be able to help me out with that?”
“maybe, if you ask nicely enough.” was her reply, and he gave her a small smile as he watched her reach for her jeans.
he supposed the situation could’ve been a whole lot worse.
the people of this town love halloween so much they celebrate it twice a year!
and wouldn't you know ... it's today ! a series revolving around the paranormal, with a twist in the summer! it will be running through the months of may-august, in no particular order ! tune in to see which of your favorite characters will be revealed, and what role you'll be playing. please read content warnings for each work, as they will all vary. some may be 18+ !! more notes at the end <3
episode one ♱ crossroad blues.
at the crossroads, you make a deal with the devil. instead of leaving you alone for the next ten years, it sticks around.
episode two ♱ provenance.
you buy a two hundred year old house with a two hundred year old painting hanging above the mantel. it's not the only thing the previous owner left behind.
episode three ♱ children shouldn't play with dead things.
his life faded away in front of you, and in that moment, you knew you'd do anything to bring him back.
episode four ♱ in my time of dying.
he thinks he may have fallen in love with you, but you're only there to lead him to the afterlife.
episode five ♱ siren song.
rumor says not to stop at the bar in the port city, for the people there are not what they seem. not everyone receives the message.
episode six ♱ skin.
your boyfriend has been acting different… but you brush it off and don't think anything of it.
episode seven ♱ what is and what should never be.
you wake up in the bed of the man you've always loved, but the sky seems too blue and the world too safe. maybe it's just your imagination.
bonus episode ♱ series finale ! bleeding me dry.
the next chapters and conclusion to my ongoing series.
author's note: i've been sitting on this idea for a while and have decided to fully commit to it <3 summerween is inspired by gravity falls and each work is related to a supernatural episode (hence the titles, but some have alternate titles too)! but if u know the show, i promise they'll all be a little different tehe. thank you so much for being interested in all my little projects, i hope you all enjoy :)
I know we often talk of dad aki. but what about adopting a kid with aki. adopting a child who was orphaned, just like aki was. aki loving them more than anything, and glowing with happiness when they call him dad for the first time... gah
❝ hayakawa aki helps you deal with the aftermath of a devil attack (with a little help from makima). ❞
content ; hayakawa aki x fem!reader, 1.2k words
warning(s) ; brutalisation of csm canon (aka i made up a lust devil lol + aki & makima have a regular coworker relationship), lowk exhbitionism (makima hears u both fucking through the phone), pillow humping, p in v, overstimulation if you squint, unprotected sex, pet names (princess, angel, pretty girl)
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“a-ah! aki~!” as soon as hayakawa aki steps back into his apartment after another long day of devil-hunting, he’s immediately drawn to the noises drifting from your shared bedroom. it’s your voice, of course, but it sounds so needy, and although he’s barely passed the threshold of his home blood is already rushing straight to his dick. so he toes off his shoes and heads straight to the bedroom without even bothering to shed his blazer. and the sight he’s met with makes him wish he’d come home earlier.
you’re naked, aki’s pillow clutched tightly between your thighs as you hump it desperately, grinding your bare cunt against it as whimpers and moans spill from your lips like precious jewels. he lets out a low whistle when he sees you, desire already weighing heavy in his pants. but even when you notice his presence, you don’t stop rocking your hips against the fabric, instead whining, “aki! want you so bad, please, please, please-!”
pretending as if his briefs aren’t uncomfortably tight right now, aki smirks, “so eager today, aren’t you, princess?” the devil hunter has seen you in an endless number of compromising positions, but he’s never seen such a wild expression on your features, and worry spikes in his heart. he moves closer to the bed to scan your body, checking if there any injuries, but the only thing he can see is that your irises have turned to… hearts? “aki!” you call his name with that desperate tone yet again as you gaze up at him with teary eyes, “please?”
“what happened, angel?” he asks, mind running through every potential possibility, “tell me, or i won’t touch you.” panic flashes through your eyes at that, as if him refusing to touch you is the worst thing that could ever occur to you, and you shake your head frantically, “a devil bit me earlier! and i’ve been so needy for you ever since!” aki’s jaw drops. you must have been attacked by a lust devil, and according to his limited knowledge on the subject, now your thirst for pleasure is going to be endless for the rest of the day. “please help me, aki!” you whimper as the pillow catches on your clit, and the simple stimulation makes you cry out.
“i… i will,” your lover replies solely to placate you, he’s genuinely not sure how to help someone who’s suffering from the aftereffects of a lust devil attack. should he go ahead and please you or are you supposed to get yourself off? so he pulls out his phone to dial makima, but you’re not having any of it as you abandon the pillow and clamber atop him, pushing him back against the headboard as your deft fingers make quick work of his button-up shirt and blazer. “h-hey!” he gasps, “let me at least talk to makima first-” “no,” you reply abruptly, fumbling with his belt buckle, “need you now-!” but then aki realises he hasn’t actually cut the call, and makima heard all of that, from his raspy gasp to your whiny voice dripping with desire.
the amusement in her tone is evident as she replies to aki’s embarrassed greeting, “evening, aki. you seem preoccupied at the moment… is there something you need?” aki’s face is bright red, and it isn’t helped by the way you’ve finally unbuttoned his trousers and tugged them down, and your fingers are already toying with the waistband of his boxers. “y-yes, actually, sorry about that. um, my girlfriend’s been bitten by a lust devil- ah!” he can’t help the involuntary groan he lets out as you free his aching cock from his underwear and sink onto him. you’re wetter than normal, so sloppy and messy that aki can already hear the lewdest noises possible from just bottoming out in you, and all he can do is pray that makima doesn’t hear it.
“a lust devil? oh dear,” makima tries to sound concerned, but it’s clear how entertained she is. aki is struggling to maintain his train of thought, especially with how fucking satisfied you look right now, eyes rolling back in your head and jaw slack with a thin trail of drool dripping down your chin just from him filling you up. “yeah. and now she’s… well…” aki doesn’t really know how to explain to his boss that you’re incredibly horny, especially when your cunt is sucking him in like this and you’re moving your hips and your tits are bouncing in his face and he thinks he is going to go insane. “so you want my advice?” he can practically hear the smile in her tone, and he stifles a particularly loud moan from you with one calloused hand across your mouth to muffle it, “yes, please.”
“just enjoy it, aki,” makima replies, and aki shivers as you lift your hips up before dropping them once more and he feels his cock twitch inside you, “w-what do you mean?” you’re so warm, and wet, and tight, and he feels so dirty for speaking to his boss while you’re on top of him like this, but at the same time the idea that she knows what’s going on, that she knows that you’re trying to fuck yourself on him, that she knows how sweet you sound when you're crying out for him… it’s embarrassingly appealing to him. “just let her use you so she can climax as many times as possible,” the sound of makima’s laughter rings in aki’s ears, “once she passes out, the effects will wear off.”
“aki, i‘m so close!” you whine loudly as your hips drag against his, and aki fumbles to try and block the speaker of his phone but he knows it’s too late, makima’s already heard it. “she sounds pretty… you’re a lucky one, aki,” she snickers through the phone, and aki groans, both from the feeling of you chasing your high on him and makima’s words, “i am.” “don’t think this gives you a free pass to skip work tomorrow, by the way,” she continues, then she smirks, “now go tend to your girlfriend.” she hangs up at the same time that you stroke your clit and moan, a whimper slipping past your lips as you cum all over him. the way your pussy clenches around him as you finish and the pure insanity of this entire situation tips aki over the edge as well, making him spill his hot load inside you.
and though normally aki is the one teasing you about your lack of stamina and prompting you to give him just one more, today a split second passes and you’re already raring to go again. you collapse onto his chest, nuzzling into his neck as your hips still stutter against him, “want more, aki, more!” aki gasps, almost a whimper from the overstimulation, but he’ll keep going for you – he’d do anything for you. so he flips you over, pinning you down into the mattress, “you asked for it, pretty girl.”
and it’s only hours later that you finally pass out, tucking your head under aki’s chin as your torso presses into his. except that aki doesn’t think he’ll be cumming again for another week, nor will he get out of bed for a week – he’s entirely fucking spent. but for the soft smile on your face as you sleep, aki thinks the exhaustion settling in his muscles is worth it.
it's okay guys i can't defend myself anymore either i am so down bad for this man
