#cherub.csm

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HES HEREEEEE

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MALEWIFE

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aki put your fingers in my [redacted] and [redacted] and carry me around likea bowling ball  i beg of you

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might i present an idea to you all:

aki edging himself for hours until he’s such a pent up sticky mess that one stroke makes him cum all over his stomach

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girldad aki letting his daughters put his hair up in pigtails

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HES SO FUCKING TALL IM GONNA DIE

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hayakawa aki finds solace in mundanity.

there’s comfort in a simple life, he thinks — one in which he can say what he means and live with intention.

his intentions are simple, ruled by his feelings. he accepts those feelings; he lets them inhabit him, lets them rest in his ribcage. maybe, if he cared a little more about self-preservation, he’d lock those feelings away. but instead, he treats them as unlikely companions.

aki doesn’t ask why he feels one thing or another. why sorrow chooses to haunt him, or why happiness visits some days. and when love blooms in his uninhabitable heart, unfamiliar and unannounced, he accepts it, too.

aki feeds his emotions, nurtures them, as if they’re guests in his home.

he’s a nurturer by nature, anyway; he finds value in happiness — not happiness of his own, but that of others. that’s where he finds contentment. fulfillment. he’s watchful, notices the little things that make living easier for others.

and in return, over time, the little things become beautiful to him.

simple things — a moonlit dinner, a night when the breeze blows through the open window to kiss your skin. aki lets you sleep by the window, because he knows you like the fresh air. even if you’ve never said it outright, he sees it in your face when you close your eyes by the shore.

he finds beauty in giving you the things that make you happy and comfortable. maybe it’s a little selfish, he thinks, because when you’re comfortable, he is too. to him, a life of comfort is a luxury. he’d give everything to experience these things, slowly, until the end of time: quiet nights spent together, the warmth of your palm under his, his fingers closing on yours.

your legs wrapped around his waist. a soft touch, a soft kiss. a slow kiss.

slow enough to last an eternity. because even though he knows that this moment will come to an end, the memory of this comfort, and this love, will last him forever.

for @uppermocns​ bc i was thinking of our conversations about him & how he’d live for the little things

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going so insane thinking abt how aki would let u spit in his mouth while he helps you bounce on his lap im so;;;;;