Some social media headcanons for Aki I was thinking about last night:
(i fucking forgot but the lookup divider is by @/meownotgood)
♥ The only reason Aki has a social media in the first place is because Himeno begged him to. And he caved in because he got sick of it after a while and decided to just humor her. He did warm up to it though, and uses it to follow his coworkers and roommates so that he can keep in touch with them.
♥ He'd have apps like Facebook, Twitter (before it became shit), and Instagram.
♥ His profile picture would probably be a picture of some cool place or the picture he took for his identification card/passport. (To push it further, I also like to imagine him having Meowy as his profile picture)
♥ He does mention being a devil hunter in his bio, but never talks about it in his posts, choosing to not bring his professional life into his social media presence.
♥ He'd rarely ever post his own pictures and would rather reblog other people's blogs instead. But if he's having a good day, he'll probably post a picture of a scenery or some of his cooking. If he's having the best day, he'll post a mirror selfie of himself on his instagram/facebook story (which gets deleted later)
♥ The most you'll see him on social media is in his dms. He's in lots of different group chats, like he's in one for division 2, one for the hayakawa family, and one for special division 4.
♥ I also imagine him having a youtube channel where he posts cooking videos, kinda like JunsKitchen (with Denji and Power intensely watching him as he cooks a meal)
I may add more when I think about it, but this is it for now lol
Aki, who knows just how to give you exactly what you need and more w/ kinda service dom Aki. AFAB reader. General brainrotting smut.
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Aki absolutely adores fucking you with his fingers, listening to you cry his name and gasp out “more, Aki pl- please I need more of you inside me, oh my fu-” as you clench around his digits. He leans down to press kisses against your inner thighs. He’s all soft lips trailing up until they reach your mound, then your slick folds that his fingers are pumping in and out of. He brushes his lower lip against your clit, enjoying the way your cunt clenches down on his fingers and lets out a small squirt.
Aki, who knows you love his voice, no matter what comes out, and says shit like “go on baby, play with your clit for me, yeah that’s it, just like that, sweetness, keep teasing yourself and don’t pull back that hood until I say you can”, and “shhh it’s alright, it’s alright, you just gotta breathe a bit for me and take it, yeah? ah-ahhh, there we go baby, look how full your little pussy is stuffed full of my cock”, and “you’re taking it just so- fuck, so damn well. Fuck, baby. You have no idea just how nice you feel wrapped around my cock”, and “open that pretty little mouth for me, yeah, that’s right. Ah, suck my fingers while you cum, hmm? Suck them hard and I’ll put my dick back inside your needy little pussy”
And look, Aki’s got a big dick and he knows it. Not in an asshole way though. He knows he’s girthy as fuck and a bit longer than average, and he knows that he has to take it slow when he first eases into your tight pussy because he doesn’t want to split you open. Too much.
Aki, who’s down to follow your every order despite usually being more of a dom, but a bit of a service dom depending on what you’re feeling. Want to choke him and push him down to eat your pussy? He’ll follow your command like he lives and breathes just for you. He laps at your cunt until you’re shaking, licking between your folds and your clit until you cum against his mouth, your pussy fluttering against his tongue. He doesn’t even stop eating you out until whimper out “fuck, baby, m’ too sensitive, Aki stop, please,” and you have to push him away, reminding him that every breath against your cunt makes you wince a little.
Aki, who knows you need him to rough you up a bit? Yeah, he’s there to do just that. He knows just how much you love being fucked from behind, unable to see him or even kiss him. He’s firm when he presses your head against the mattress, lifting your ass up and easing the head of his cock into your tight pussy. “Aki, Aki, it’s- ah, it’s not gonna fit” you whimper, drooling against the pillow while Aki slowly stretches out your cunt. “Relax for me baby,” he coos, thumbing at your clit below, “you gotta breathe for me, yeah? I know you can take my cock, you’re gonna be so fucking good for me aren’t you?” because Aki damn well knows that praising you will get him what he wants. You bite the pillow, forcing yourself to relax while Aki fucks his way into you tight cunt. He’s not gentle tonight, slapping your ass as his cock pumps in and out of you. You love the way his cock rubs up against that sweet spot inside you, making you clench around him and feel the urge to squirt. But then Aki reaches forward, grabbing your hair and forcing your back to arch while he shoves two fingers against your lips. He wants you to suck them and you do it, zero hesitation. “Such a slut for me, just me,” he murmurs, thumbing at your lip. And that’s all it takes for you to cum, tightening up around his cock with a sharp cry, and all you can do is let Aki fuck you through the aftershocks, rough and hard until he spills inside you. Fuck, you’re so full of him.
Aki, who’s sometimes, only sometimes a bit possessive over you. Like right now, when he reaches down to press his cum back up into your leaking pussy. “So fuckin’ pretty with that pussy painted in my cum, filled with all my cum,” he tells you. He never says it, but you know he likes to leave reminders of himself all over your body. Like the bite marks on your neck, which he goes straight back to when he’s done fingering your cunt. He’s not even tired, of course he’s not. But you? You’re exhausted, and all you can do is make a few pathetic whimpers when Aki leans down to bite at your neck, trailing kisses and nibbles down the column of your throat. You know you’ll be putting concealer over your neck for days, just to hide how obviously Aki has marked you, claimed you as his own. You should feel embarrassed but instead, all you want to do is pull him back and beg him to fuck you again and again and again.
And then there’s Aki, who can never say no to you. Seeing you this turned on still makes him hard, again, and all he can say is “you’ve been so, so good to me baby, but I know you can do better. I want you to cum around my cock again, yeah? See how many orgasms I can give you until you’re nothing but a drooling mess. If you’re a good girl for me again, I even promise I’ll fuck your ass.”
Hayakawa Aki, college instructor, who has a crush on you.
Disclaimers: under 18 DO NOT INTERACT. teacher x student just in case (the reader is a graduate student, works in the same university department as Aki, isn’t his student, they’re close in age) short drabble, spicy fantasy. I may continue more on this idea. Fem reader w/ long hair. Breasts squeezing. Dirty talk..? Not proofread.
Aki laughed with you in the small office, stacks of research papers strewn about the desk, waiting to be graded. He slid his chair across the carpeted floor, wanting to be closer to you. Joking about the end of the semester whirlwind had become a habit you both formed each day, hiding in his tiny office: Complaining about the short time you both have when it comes to grading, the ridiculous excuses you’ve heard from certain students about their reasons for missing class, or how horrible the parking had become on campus.
His office was a secret, safe haven for you two.
Your hair had fallen across your face as you giggled, and he seized the opportunity to cradle the strands in his fingers and sweep them behind your neck. He knew what he was doing. He was too close, but he’d been inching his way closer as the time passed as your friendship grew deeper. He knew he was looking for an excuse to lean in further, to encompass more of your space, to have clear view of your face and lips while you smiled downward.
He hesitated for a moment, waiting for you to push him away. But you didn’t. Your eyes were half-lidded, watching his careful but eager movements. And then he gave in; his lips grazed the side of your mouth, then over your Cupid’s bow, before diving in completely. You kissed him back, the sound of your lips clicking softly with each press.
Terror spread throughout your limbs. This shouldn’t be happening and you know it. It’s wrong. It wouldn’t matter that Aki isn’t your instructor; he’s your colleague essentially. But isn’t it too late now? His tongue darted out, prodding to meet yours, coaxing you to lick him back. And you did.
Both of your chests began heaving; an aching heat surged between your legs as his hand cradled the back of your neck, holding you in place. Soon it was all too fast; your fingers dug into his chest, his trailed down to your breasts, kneading them greedily. The office door was still ajar, allowing any moment for someone to walk in on you two.
“Wait—“ you whisper, breaking from his lips. But he wouldn’t move far from you. He stayed within an inch of your mouth, knowing he needed more of you. Knowing he’d steal more from you.
Aki sighed; “I could fuck you right here,”
He pressed his forehead to yours desperately.
“I think about it all the time.”
You know you shouldn’t have, but you asked anyway:
“What do you think about?”
His hand slid under your shirt and to find your breast, “I think about fucking you from behind, over this desk.”
♯ — hirofumi receiving a little special gift from you.
∎ — 0.2k ✰ fluff
ⅲ — wrote this on my own free will. enjoy!
“this for me?” hirofumi asked, dangling the keychain with his middle finger watching it slowly repeat the motions: back and forth.
you answered him with a small grin and an audible ‘mhm’ as you watched his ministrations on the keychain. he gently gazed at the tentacles that connected to the octopus, examining the object very closely and conspicuously.
his eyes followed every move that the octopus connected to the keychain made. he never took his gaze off the object. to be honest, you found it frightening that he was so indulged in this animal object that you bought him when he got back from devil hunting.
suddenly, the movement of the keychain and hirofumi’s finger stopped. he placed the octopus keychain on his house key—made specifically to get in and out of your shared apartment. “thank you very much, love. i’m blessed to have a person like you in my life.” hirofumi said, extending his arms, internally asking for a warm, comfortable hug.
you telepathically answered that internal request, giving hirofumi a big and welcoming hug. he embraced the warmth of your connected bodies, taking in every soft moment that he could possibly find in this activity. “i love you so much, you don’t understand.” hirofumi said, placing a long, loving kiss on your temple.
you giggled at the physical feeling of his soft lips on your skin as you returned the favor—this time on his cheek.
“i love you too, ‘fumi. i hope you enjoy your gift.”
hirofumi let out a low hum as he exited out of the warm comfort he was previously in.
♡ contains: fluff, established relationship, unedited
aki have pretty eyes.
it’s something that you always find yourself getting lost in.
in broad daylight, when his eyes are glued on the cutting board, skillfully cutting the vegetables as he prepares everyone's breakfast – your eyes would instantly land on his, watching as his eyelashes flutter.
in the afternoon as he does his chores, his eyes would gradually droop from exhaustion. something that makes your heart tug because his expression says it all; that no matter how tired and backbreaking his chores are his willing to put up with it, because it's for his family.
aki has pretty eyes, much prettier when it's at night.
the glow from the moon illuminates his angelic eyes. making them a much perfect sight to behold, a captivating scene for your eyes to feast on.
you reached for his cheeks, thumb swiping the skin beneath his eyes, leaning in to kiss his eyelids: “your eyes are so pretty aki, have I told you that?”
it doesn't come as a surprise when you do it, he was used to this kind of affection from you. truth be told, you doing this only makes him happy, felt loved more than ever. it's what he always waits for.
“always do” you smiled, staring at them for a bit longer before you spoke again.
“please only look at me with these eyes.”
he snorts, leaning in to your touch before he stares at your eyes and spoke: “don’t worry, these eyes are exclusively yours.”
synopsis ; years have passed and you mysteriously came back from the dead, and from the moment you've been revived only one goal in mind came to you and that is to see your partner.
scenario ; you've made a contract with a devil to bring you back, but this is not meant to go on forever. Until you achieved your goal you live, that is why you came looking for them causing havoc to an extent even.
type ; drabble
include/s ; kishibe
pairing/s ; kishibe x gn! reader
genre ; angst and a mountain filled with sad corn
"Who would've thought I'd see you like this again." that same familiar voice tone, made you look back only to see a not so familiar face. He looked older and by the looks of it the man standing behind you had these empty eyes, smoking cigarettes like there's no tomorrow, he shrugs and takes a step closer to you. "You, have I met you somewhere?" he raises your chin to take a good look, to the left and to the right then he sees something familiar with a birth mark, shaped almost like a flower. He racks his brain, trying so hard to remember who is this human nor devil in front of him. But you didn't speak, too speechless to even say a word, now that you had a closer look at him as well you knew him by his scent and by those pesky cigarettes of him. (Kishibe, it's been a long time...I'm sorry I had to erase your memories back then.) Kishibe doesn't remember a thing, he doesn't remember his first partner before Quanxi came along, it's because that partner of his died the first week in the job. And the catch is that, ever since then he doesn't remember even having a partner or the small tiny moments they had, just like a bubble, popped and disappeared into thin air. And that bubble was you. You made a contract with the Dream Devil, and for the last time you implanted that the day you died is nothing but just a mere dream for him, so that he could forget. (Kishibe, it's really good to see you again like this...) giving a smile, Kishibe furrowed his eyebrows perplexed as to why this shadow figure in front of him seemed familiar a while ago and then turned into this. "A fiend. Why did you seem familiar to me? Do you perhaps know me?"taking a stance, he grabs a knife from his coat and points it towards you. "You may not know me but I know you, nothing about me seems interesting at all. But you, you are interesting, Kishibe.) covering more of yourself with the shadows of darkness the more you feel alive and strong, but of course you expected to be killed by this. Before you could've explained something you were slain without hesitations. On your last breath you removed the curse from Kishibe, it took a toll on him to remember it all, but he does now. And even more, because he had slain you. Cemetery, yes, the place where he mostly goes. Now looking down at the grave, he remembered why he would always stand on this peculiar grave he knew nothing of, it was because this was the grave of his first partner that had died. You didn't want to burden him, you didn't want to blame himself to what had happened to you, so your last resort was to make him forget and it did work. He forgot. "You, you are a complete fool. When you became my partner I told you not to break easily, and within a week you died. And the worst thing is for you to be cursing me for years now, I underestimated you. You are strong even the dead couldn't stop the curse...did you only come back to lift this stupid curse, from an old man? If so, thank you..." leaving a bouquet of flowers on the grave stone, he walks like the wind swiftly away from the grave. "I see you now..." he utters as the wind carries away those words to the horizon.
a/n ; thinking of making more chainsaw man fanfictions in the future, I've been obsessed with csm and have these cool ideas to put together with!
moneaa hey luv <33 do i have any aki thoughts? of course i do! who doesn’t honestly 😩 i love him a little too much
personally i like character types like him: dark n moody, probably have some trauma in his past, emotionally stunted (intentionally or not), probably a prodigy and really strong…the list goes on fr. i find him and other characters similar to him very appealing and intriguing to me.
sometimes i like to daydream about how personal aki is. like he cherishes the things he’s received very deeply, sometimes on a subconscious level. i kinda noticed this in his partnership with himeno, the cigarettes she gave him, his friendship with power and denji. . . he’s especially that way with you.
you’re something—someone, he can really call his own and no one else’s. you are only for him and he’s only for you. this isn’t something physical you can give away to someone else, and this isn’t a bond that either of you share. he’s yours and you’re his. he finds immense comfort and calm in that fact. so much so, that when denji and power and snoring away in his living room, sometimes he sneaks out of his own house, his heart and his mind leading him to a little slice of heaven in this hell he has to live in everyday: your house. he’s knows it’s risky making his way to you in the dead of night, considering his job and the fact that there could very well be devils lurking around, those with powers he couldn’t even imagine.
but he doesn’t care. when it comes to you, he does what he wants because it’s you. he’s personal like that.
it’s an ungodly hour, past two am maybe, when your phone buzzes in your palm. you were watching miscellaneous videos on youtube when a preview of the text aki sent you briefly drops down on your screen.
open the window in your bathroom.
you weren’t sure why he was here at this hour— you weren’t expecting to see him for another few days— but regardless, you didn’t miss a beat hopping out the comfort of your warm bed and padded your way to the bathroom next to your bedroom.
when you creaked the door open, your eyes were met with your dark haired boyfriend perched on a sturdy branch inches away from your windowpane . you couldn’t help but smile at the adolescent feeling of it all: teen lovers forbidden from being together, so in order to see each other they had to resort to things like this.
once you unlocked the window and he swiftly stepped inside, he locked the glass again behind him and let out a heavy sigh, and threw his head back, before turning to face you. aki’s face was expressionless, even more so because it was dark, but his little heart was a drum against his chest and ribs. a little part of him hopes that you can heart it and realize it’s for you.
aki’s hair wasn’t tied up tonight, he didn’t really feel like putting it up again and decided to let his roots relax a little. so curtains of onyx hair fell in tresses across his face and forehead, his black earrings glimmering slightly in either ear. he wore a simple, large black hoodie and black sweatpants; the sword he carried around for work rested lifelessly on his back. he was always careful.
he didn’t speak for a while, thinking that he would take the initiative to explain what he was doing here, but he didn’t. this only made your worry grow a little more. “aki? is. . . everything okay?”
you met his stare, attempting to find the answers on your own from just looking in his eyes. but you weren’t successful.
aki hummed before replying. “everything’s fine. denji and power snore so fucking loud. one of these days i’m actually going to kill them and dump them on the street.” his voice was low— steady and serious, which something you found attractive, but you could still hear the faint amusement in his voice. “your place is quiet and peaceful.” that was all the answer he gave you before slipping out of the bathroom and making a beeline to your room.
you followed shortly after him, watching him take off his hoodie and sword, maneuvering around your bed as if he lived here. you couldn’t help the chuckle that erupted in your throat.
“so that’s it? you came all the way out here to my house because you couldn’t stand denji and power snoring? wow.” you retorted softly, feigning hurt in your voice as you climbed into bed next to him. “you could have easily moved to another room if it was that bad.”
as if there were magnets in your epidermis layer of skin, aki’s big calloused hands gravitated under your shirt and landed on your side, mindlessly rubbing a path from your hips to your waist. you also snuggled into his side and rest a palm on his chest.
“true. but your room is way better.” he replied. you made an amused humming sounds in agreement.
soon your breathing patterns fell in sync, and before long, you were sound asleep, whisked away into dreamland with your boyfriend carrying you there. he looked down at you in a loving stare you rarely got to see from him. this is personal. this was his. even after all this time he still didn’t like the two devils in his personal space, or anywhere near him really. but aki was . . . particular about you.
and even though he knew you were now asleep, he whispered against the temple of your forehead, “i feel more at peace when im with you, princess.”
contains: 700+ words. angsttt!, noblewoman reader x knight aki, reader is referred to as my lady, unedited (as usual)
summary: a price to pay for the heinous crime you commit is your happiness and the life of the man you love the most.
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“What if we run away?”
You wait for Aki to break the silence, to utter a single word, to refuse your offer and change the subject of your conversation. To tell you off and go home. Because the longer you stay, the longer you stare at his miserable state—behind bars, bruised and dirtied—the more difficult it is for you to repress the emotions that want to break free from the inside.
But the other half of you wanted him to say yes, agree and then pretend like your lives aren't at stake. Run away at this moment and forget about everything, forget about what would happen the next day and the day after.
“Would that make you happy, my lady?” it will, definitely, absolutely. But you don't think you can ever be safe if you did run away. The future would be terrifying, would always be filled with constant running and worry, the fear of getting caught and being brutally murdered on the spot will be an everyday thought. It wasn't the best course of action, you know it too well.
“Tell me, if we ever do run away, would we ever have a bright future?” you won't, the answer is too obvious.
“Will we have sons and daughters as we dreamt of? Have an estate even larger than your family owns?” you kept your mouth shut, heart cracking with every truth that comes out of his lips.
“Would someone like me have a perfectly normal life with someone like you?”
“But we'll always be together” he shakes his head, “A murderer doesn't deserve to be happy” the tears you've been trying to hold back since you got here broke free, cascading through your cheeks in steady streams.
“You aren't a murderer Aki!” you shouted, pointing to yourself “It was me! I was the one who kill—” Aki hurriedly covers your mouth, struggling with the chains binding his wrists.
“Don’t say that! What if someone hears you?” The fear on his face reminds you that he's on death's door all because of you, that because of what you did, you'd lose the person you love so much. That by taking your place, he was detained in the highest tower, awaiting his execution the next morning.
And yet, even at this moment, it's still you he's thinking about—it's you he's worrying—not him, not his life, only you.
“It wasn't your fault, don't say that, you could get hurt if anybody hears.” Another wave of tears slipped from your eyes, it hurts so much.
You were the one who murdered the crown prince, fed him poison all because you weren't thinking straight. All because he threatened that he'll kill Aki and your family if you didn't marry him.
But Aki still took the blame, receiving the death, hatred and pain that should've been directed to you, that should've been your future.
“I’m so sorry Aki, you weren't supposed to be here” your chest hurts from guilt, throat flaring from the truth that you'll never get to see him again because of you, because of your foolish actions.
“My lady” he reaches for you, cups your cheeks and wipes your tears with his thumb. “Don’t feel sorry, it is my choice because I wanted to protect you, I'm your knight aren't I? This is my duty” Aki smiled, although there's bitterness and fear beneath his words. None of what he said comforted you, it only made you even guiltier.
“But still—” he shushes you, taking your hands into his, pulling it closer to his lips. “I want you to live longer, find happiness like you've always wanted. I don't regret anything so please don't feel guilty.”
Aki kisses the back of your hand, your knuckles, looking straight at you as a tear falls from his eyes, his figure trembling slightly. He's a liar, pretending to be strong and nonchalant when he's just as terrified as you are. You felt his hand pull away, grabbing something from his pocket.
“Before you go, please accept this gift” you couldn't stop your tears from falling, the noise that you've been trying to repress flows through your mouth and you're sure that the prisoners downstairs could hear your sobs and whimpers now.
When his hands found yours again, he brought out a ring, slipping it on your finger, it was the ring he would always show you, one that belongs to his mother and the generations before that. “I love you forever my lady, please live for me.”
