This Is My Baby.

this is my baby.

I repeat...this boy above is my BABY 💓

💗🥺🤲🏽 this is a masterpiece y'all

MASTERPIECE | mitsuya takashi.

genre: fluff, suggestive themes.

note: so… mitsuya is ooc i’ve never seen this man paint in my life so enjoy artist!mitsuya i guess…btw this is so long i’m sry </3

MITSUYA treats you as if you were the most fragile being known to man. almost as if you were to fall, you’d shatter immediately. to him you are an inspiration, the love of his life and most importantly, his muse. since he draws a lot of sketches for his designs, he makes a lot of sketches of you. he draws you, he paints you, he even paints on you sometimes. “y/n let me use your body as my canvas”. you were taken aback by his words. he couldn’t possibly use you as canvas for him to paint on, right?

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um um um may i request denji and face sitting because ummm um um

YOU MAY (look at him in glasses, @akicore & i are going insane--ALSO thx for betaing, lover)

cw: AFAB reader, multiple orgasms, overstimulation, he calls u baby once, strength kink, Minors DNI, 1.2 k word... m.list

“I’m nervous, Denji.”

“For me?” he leans his head forward, eyes all big and innocent while they bore into you, “Why? Don’t get it.” 

You play with his fingers in your lap, focusing your attention on them instead of returning his eye contact when you respond, “What if I break your nose?”

One side of his mouth curls up at that, like he’s holding in a laugh. “My nose? Baby you could kill me ‘nd I wouldn’t be mad.” 

You frown while he lays down, getting cozy with his head on a pillow, still smirking while he pats his mouth comically—an invitation. When you don’t move from your place on the end of the bed, he lifts his head to look at you.  

“...I was kidding. You wouldn’t really kill me. I’ll be okay.”

He lays his head back down when you start moving, unable to hold back a blush when you slowly crawl up over him, hesitating once you’re straddling his chest. His warm hands are quick to hook around your thighs. 

“You’re really pretty,” Denji mumbles, his eyes trailing down your body, catching on your breasts, and he makes a mental note to focus on those later. They follow your curves down, settling on your lacy little panties—his mouth waters and his cock twitches.

His hands slide up to thumb over your hip bones while you hover in front of his chin, “come closer, please.”

He lifts his head up when you finally scoot forward, still hovering, to kiss the inner crease at your thigh, chuckling when you buck your hips lower towards his touch. His laugh is contagious, it has you giggling, too, up above him. But still you hover. 

“Are you scared m’gonna bite you?” His lips move against your thigh while he speaks—it tickles.  

“No! Denji, I’m… still worried I’ll suffocate you.” You push your fingers through his hair, gripping at its roots.

“Wish ya would,” you think you hear him murmur, pulling you lower till he doesn’t have to crane his neck to taste you. First he licks the wet spot on your underwear, lapping at your juices and moaning before flattening his tongue, dragging it up to your clit to suck lightly through the fabric. You’re already tugging his hair, leaning more and more of your weight onto his face and rocking, occasionally lifting a bit when you remember your self-control. But after you lift one too many times, Denji’s fingers tighten around your thighs, holding you close with an ironclad grip—making you squirm.

It’s not long before Denji’s had enough of the thin garment blocking his way, pulling it to the side aggressively with his thumb so he can finally lick you how he wants. Which you quickly realize is mercilessly. Like he’s hungry—starved for something only your pussy can satiate, drinking you in like he’s dehydrated. It is intense. He eats with reverence, slurping loud and humming in appreciation, his tongue swimming laps between your hole and your clit before focusing there, suctioning on till you see stars.

Your feedback is choppy, like your brain can’t sync up in time to react to his movements—to these sensations. You’re all broken moans and shudders, the only thing consistent is the way you pull his hair.

At this point you’ve forgotten your hovering plan or why it mattered, letting your full weight fall upon his lips and his tongue—and Denji is ecstatic. It doesn’t take long for his treatment to become sloppy, for his fingers to dig into your flesh as he assaults your nerves, drool dripping out the corner of his mouth. You cum quickly and easily—your brain turning to mush as you convulse around his tongue—eventually having to pull away at the overstimulation. You start climbing off of him, exerting way more energy than usual with your tired muscles, but Denji stops you, asking “Where are you goin’?” as he shoves sweaty hair out of his face and licks his stained lips.  

Your eyes widen when you process his implication—he wasn’t finished??

“You’re not… done?”

His eyes crinkle incredulously—like it should be obvious. “No?” Then his eyebrows shoot up, “Unless—did you want me t’be?”

Your voice is meek when you answer, shaking your head quickly, “No… I want you to keep going.”

Denji’s only response is a shit-eating grin and a tug of your waist—guiding you back to his mouth. 

Only you catch yourself, holding back. 

“Wait… ‘M really sensitive—” Denji can tell, his eyes can’t stop drifting to your thighs and how they shake as you try to hold yourself up. “---Dunno if I can -hic- take it.”

Denji slides his hands to your hips, furrowing his brows but managing to lift you a bit and lessen the tremble in your thighs, you gasp at his raw strength—mouthing a wow.

“I’ll be really super gentle,” he says, his tone and face sweet as he meets your eyes, “Promise.”

You bite your lip while your heart seems to melt in your chest, whispering a kay while you let him lower you back down—not even phased as he carefully rips open the middle of your panties for easier access this time.

He wasn’t lying about being more gentle, as he begins by softly lapping up your previous release, swallowing every last drop—immediately making you twitch on top of him. His tongue is lazy this time, eating you slow and savoring the taste. The sticky noises your pussy makes against his mouth echo through the room—and Denji wishes he could record them. He’ll have to make do with a memory for now—a memory of the messy wet sound on top of your sweet panting—it’d be enough to make him cum untouched if he wasn’t trying so hard to save it. 

This time Denji’s letting you set the pace, his arms merely assisting the rock of your hips while mouth licks and sucks to your rhythm.

You’re worked up quickly, and when you meet his hazy eyes, his gaze is blissed-out and adoring—unleashing fresh butterflies in your tummy before you have to look away. The heat in  your chest is almost overwhelming paired with the heat between your legs—you won’t last looking at him like that.

But you want to, you never want this feeling to end—you never want to stop feeling Denji’s attentiveness or his eagerness. Which is why you try pulling away lightly, slowing down your approaching orgasm, trying to save this feeling for as long as possible. But then Denji’s repeating a toe-curling motion with his tongue against your clit, before fucking you with it, spreading your ass with his hands and pushing your body onto his taste buds so your clit is riding his nose.

He only has to repeat the motion a few times before you’re cumming without warning—almost overwhelmingly as you feel the pleasure burn through your tummy and legs. You cry out, unable to control your voice or your shuttering, pulling Denji’s hair almost painfully.

Not that he minds—your orgasm and your reactions are enough to send Denji over the edge with you, never ceasing the steady pumping of his tongue while he makes a mess in his pants. You can barely think by the time your orgasm fades, barely summoning the strength to lift yourself off of Denji’s face—his hands stop you before you can all the way.

He’s panting and his voice is thick when he asks, “Can I give you another?”

Just a lil drabble this week I have another for tmrw or thurs… I’m working on another slightly longer Denji work for next week >:) (think soulmate au 👀) ALSO whoever asked for me to move stuff to ao3,, I’m working on it, some stuff's on there now the link is in masterlist ! …ps should I make a tag list would anybody be into that lmk

a long time is what forever is ♡ hayakawa aki x fem!reader

aki has always been your home

cw: 18+ explicit, little bit of angst, unprotected sex, oral (fem receiving), creampie, dacryphilia, size kink, belly bulge, brief mention of blood, petnames (honey, good girl, sweetheart) wc: 2k

an: i love the idea of aki laughing it just warms my heart ok guys I wish we got that ♡ thanks @mosesa for beta reading

18+ minors dni

When was the last time you had seen him? The last time you had felt those lanky arms wrap tightly around you? The last time he had picked you up and swung you around like a little kid? When was the last time your ears had been graced with the sound of his beautiful laugh—a laugh that felt more like home than the house you grew up in?

Hayakawa Aki. He was your home and you had been away from him for years. And yet, there he was—arm around the shoulder of his friend, drink in hand, and laughing. God that laugh, it was a rare thing seeing him laugh, but when he did the whole room seemed lighter. 

You wondered if you should walk over to him—interrupt their good time. Would he even want to see you? After all of it? After the blood and tears and broken hearts, just so you would be safe? Would he tremble like you did? Stutter when he spoke? Let tears run down his face. Joy, anger, sorrow—the build up of years apart? Would he still feel like you did? 

The last time you had seen him blood had been dripping down his face as the two of you hid from the devil that had been set on ripping you apart. Aki had frowned, a tear falling down his face, as the tone in his voice conveyed more than his words of ‘get the fuck out of here and don’t look back’ would ever tell you.

God he was fucking beautiful. The way his bangs fell in his face, the way his nose scrunched up as he smiled. Perhaps the most beautiful man you had ever met and had ever lost.

Years without him. Without the love of your life. Without the man you had promised to love forever.

That thought—promised to love forever. That was it, the reason you had found yourself walking towards them. He had promised too. Promised he would love you for eternity as you laid on the roof of an abandoned building staring up at the stars. Hand in hand. A quick glance. A brief squeeze. Eternity. That was the promise.

“Aki.” 

You said it as confidently as you could. you had straightened your back, held your head high, and said his name. 

He froze, swallowing hard. He knew that voice—your voice. He could have picked it out of a crowd of thousands, he was sure of it. A voice he had heard say his name a million times before. He turned. Faced you. The liquor in his cup sloshed back and forth. He was trembling. You. He hadn’t seen you in years—he had dreamed of you though. Spent every single night looking at the empty side of his bed and thought of what you would look like there. A bed you had never slept in, an apartment you had never stepped foot in. You would lay there in one of his shirts and smile at him. You would tell him how much you loved him. How, after everything, you were glad you had met each other, you were glad that out of every single person in the world, you had met him. You had fallen in love with him. You would never be torn apart again. God, it was only ever a dream, but what a dream it was. What a dream to have you back in his life, to make love to you every single day, to kiss your plush lips, to whisper I love you in your ear every morning and every night. But only a dream. Only ever a fucking dream. 

But now… now you were right in front of him. Your voice—fuck he wanted you to say his name again. He needed it. And so he just stared at you, silently begging you to say his name. One more time. Just one more time. That’s what he needed to know you were real. 

“Aki.” Your voice was less confident, the tremor in it hit your ears and made your stomach turn. 

The warmth of his hand on your face made you jump. You hadn’t realized, in the haze of your nervousness, that he had reached up to cup your cheek. He needed to make sure it wasn’t a dream, needed to feel the heat of your skin, make sure he wasn’t dreaming. 

You leaned into it. “A-Aki. Fuck.” You wished you could say anything else. Anything more than his name. No other words came to your foggy mind as his thumb ran back and forth over your bottom lip—just like he had always done. 

“Love. What are you doing here?” Aki wasn’t sure if he had actually said the words or merely thought them. Unreal—it was all so unreal. But you were there—warm, trembling, and solid. Not a dream. He was very much awake. 

There was nothing else. Just the sweet taste of liquor as your lips crashed into each other. A kiss as if you had been separated by thousands of miles for endless years. Endless, dull, cold years. Nothing but darkness had existed between your last kiss and this moment when all the light returned to your worlds. When the smell, taste, feeling of Hayakawa Aki had returned to you. Exactly as it had been all of those years before, when your last kiss, tinged with taste of his blood, graced your lips. 

“Missed you.” Words muttered against your lips as he tried to pull you impossibly close. Not a dream. You both had thought it. Finally, it’s not a dream.

…

His apartment smelled of him, not just the cologne he somehow still wore, not of his crappy brand of cigarettes, but of him. That unique scent of home—the scent that calmed you, that relaxed every single muscle, the scent you had been craving since he had left. You had been searching for relief, for exactly this, and yet it had been nowhere, you had moved and moved, had tried every single thing that just might recreate home, but now that you were in it, overwhelmed by it, you knew why you had never found it—it was him and only him. Hayakawa Aki was it. Home. 

Had anything ever felt as soft as his sheets against your bare skin, when he laid you on his bed?

His lips dragged down to your throat, fingers grazed up and down the curves of your body. Exactly as they always had. Paying extra attention to every spot he knew sent shivers through you—he would never forget those spots. He had thought of them over and over. Promised himself that if he ever was graced with your presence again he would be everything you had remembered and more.

“Can’t believe you’re here.” He nipped at your throat and your hips bucked against him. “Can’t believe I finally have you again.”

“Miss you so—“ your words cut off when his fingers slid between your dripping folds. Unsure hands that hesitated when your eyes met his. Black hair obscured his face from yours, lips parted slightly as quick puffs of air left his lungs. Too fast—his heart was racing too fast and the thought sent heat to his face, the shame of his need and desperation for you—was he pathetic? Sad? Was it strange that the only thought he could truly process since he had seen you again was being one with you?

“I love you.” Words dripped from your lips and smothered him, sweet and thick and delicious—drowning him in the most delectable statement he had ever heard. 

“Love you, honey.” He pressed a kiss to your lips, one that exposed the desperate need that had been building up through the endless years and endless miles that had separated the two of you.

Long slender fingers plunged into you. You gasped. You couldn’t control the way your hips pressed up into his hand, the way you ground your clit against his palm. Your almost pathetic actions made him chuckle—that beautiful laugh that only brought you closer.

Aki descended your body. Delicate kisses pressed across the hot skin of your neck, between the valley of your breasts, down the soft flesh of your stomach, stopping just above your puffy clit. He spread your soaked lips apart and looked up at you. He had thought he would drag it out, but seeing your half opened eyes, the way you chewed on your lip—Aki needed to give you exactly what you needed. He placed one last gentle kiss on your clit, felt you twitch beneath his lips and chuckled again. This was home, and, god, you had missed your home. Vibrations of his laugh had your fingers twisting in his soft hair, encouraging him to give you what you needed. To finally bring you home. He did. Swirling his tongue around your clit, sucking it gently into his mouth—just how you liked it. God, you were fucking home.

You shook harder than you had in years as your orgasm hit, Aki chanted over and over. The sound was beautiful, was everything he had been missing in his life. His sweet baby saying his name as he brought you to your high. 

He had intended to give more, but you dragged him up and told him how badly you needed to be as close as possible—how badly you needed to be filled with him. Aki thought perhaps he desired it more than you did. Making love to you again, this moment, sliding his thick cock slowly in your dripping cunt—every dream coming true.

The immaculate stretch of Aki’s cock had you tensing.

“God, takin’ me so good, sweetheart. Just like always, yeah?” He encouraged you, praised the way your sweet cunt almost pulled him in, regardless of the pain of his cock, just a bit too big to fit comfortably, just a bit too big to handle all at once. You would though, he thought, you needed to take it all right now. 

“Just a little more, I know it’s big, honey, I know.” A free hand laced with yours as he pressed your thigh back so your knee almost touched your ear. “Just a little bit.”

Your heart raced, tears streamed down your face, your body trembled. Home. 

Aki couldn't hold back, slamming the rest of his length into you. You would have screamed if his lips hadn’t been against yours, quieting you, as his fingers, still laced with yours, squeezed hard.

“S’fucking good, sweetheart. Missed you s’much.” He stilled, feeling your heart race through his chest as he peppered kisses all over your face. “Think you’re ready?” He had felt bad, not being able to hold himself back, but he couldn’t wait, couldn’t stop himself. He pulled almost completely out of you and pushed back in, cock kissing your cervix, eliciting a lewd moan of his name. 

“A-Aki, baby, t-too much.” But it wasn’t too much and he knew it.

He grabbed your free hand and laid it down on your stomach. “You feel me, honey?” He dragged himself slowly, pushing as far into your cunt as he could, making sure you could feel the way his cock pushed into your stomach. Home. “F-feel me? Just a little too big for your sweet cunt. But you like it, right? You missed it?” He pushed in harder, your gaze followed his down, watching the way your stomach pushed up with every deliberate thrust.

You felt dizzy, hot, overwhelmed—too much. It was too much. You tried to express it, but all that came out was “D-don’t stop, Aki. Need more.”

Aki couldn't hold back. He tightened his grip, leaned in and whispered “s-sorry, honey” before he lost himself. Fucking hard into you—you moaned louder than you had anticipated, tears streamed down your face. You left your hand on your stomach, feeling the way his cock slammed into it over and over as he chased his high. 

It wasn’t long until his dizzying pace had your fluttering cunt grip him tight as you came. Your vision blurred and all you could do was whine. A giggle pressed against your lips, a “good girl” whispered against them, and he let go. Refusing to slow down his thrusts as he filled you.

Aki’s body collapsed next to you, arms wrapped around you and pulled you close.

“Promise this isn’t a dream?”

i might do a longer post on this at some point but my biggest recs for people who want to read more are

1) try every medium you can (digital, print, audio, etc) and embrace whatever brings you most joy and understanding

2) throw out quantity-focused expectations and focus on quality, not in the sense of the "finest" literature but instead what feels most emotionally resonant, necessary, impactful, and interesting to you at this moment in your journey

3) remember you can reread as much as you want, whenever you want, and you are not obligated to understand anything the first time. the beautiful think about books is that they will be there with you whenever you want to enjoy their company again.

𝐻𝒰𝑀𝒫 ~ 𝒟𝒜𝒴

𝐝𝐫𝐲 𝐡𝐮𝐦𝐩𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐚𝐰 𝐦𝐚𝐧 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬

𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐥𝐮𝐝𝐞𝐬: aki hayakawa + kishibe + angel devil

𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐞: smut (minors + ageless blogs dni!! you’ll be blocked)

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: gn!reader, dry humping, smoking, spanking, daddy kink, nipple play, petnames {more warnings under the cut}

𝐀𝐊𝐈 𝐇𝐀𝐘𝐀𝐊𝐀𝐖𝐀

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: dry humping, cumming with clothes on, smoking, petnames “baby”

sometimes after a long day aki doesn’t want to go through the trouble of getting undressed so he can fuck you. there are days where he’d much rather lay back, still dressed in his work suit, and have you slowly grind against his crotch. he’ll watch you, eyes glossed over with lust as he lazily smokes a cigarette. “look so pretty like this” aki groans as he blows out a big grey cloud. between inhaling the second hand smoke and how good his clothes cock feels rubbing against you, it doesn’t take long for you to start to feel dizzy. eventually you’re cumming and aki follows suit with a low moan. “that was good, baby” aki praises, taking his hair out of the ponytail and sighing at the feeling of relief the washes over him. “let me finish this smoke. then i’ll fuck you properly”.

𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐄𝐋 𝐃𝐄𝐕𝐈𝐋

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: dry humping, mentions of angel’s abilities, nipple play, petnames “my love”

there’s multiple reasons why angel prefers dry humping to anything else. one being that he’s on the lazier side and it’s easier to do things through the clothes rather than waste energy stripping down naked. another reason why he thinks it’s better is because it’s safer for you. angel doesn’t want to take the risk of touching you but if you’re grinding in his lap, his clothes will be a barrier to protect you. believe me, it still feels super good. angel’s sweet and dare i say angelic moans only add to the experience. you get bonus points if you tweak his sensitive nipples through his shirt. that will have angel bucking his hips. “you feel good, my love” he stares back at you through lidded yes. “i’ll guess, based on how wet my pants are that you feel good too. so why don’t you cut for me?”.

𝐊𝐈𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐁𝐄

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: dom!kishibe, dry humping, petnames “sweetheart, little one”, spanking, daddy kink, drinking

it’s hard not to get needy when kishibe’s gone all day but by the time he returns home to you he’s tired. at his age he doesn’t have it in him to fuck you nice and hard how you like it when he’s this exhausted. at the same time there’s no way he could neglect him. so the next best thing is for kishibe to pull you into his lap and let you get yourself off with your clothes on. he helps you of course, placing too large hands on your hips so he can guide you along his clothed cock. occasionally you’ll feel a light yet firm smack against your ass. “pick up the pace a little, sweetheart” kishibe will encourage you to go faster. just feeling his large girth underneath you is enough to have you cumming. he’s full of praises as you come down from your high. “good job little one. now do you mind climbing out of daddy’s lap so he can go make himself a drink. or do you wanna do it for me?”.

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