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A fit of jealousy - Akaza x Reader x Douma

Synopsis: Douma's constant touches on you ignite a raging fire of jealousy in Akaza, causing him to grow increasingly angry

Akaza watched from a distance as Douma pulled you close, his arms wrapped around your waist as he whispered something in your ear. He could feel his blood boil as he watched the way you giggled and leaned into Douma's touch. It was becoming unbearable to watch his partner being constantly touched by Douma. As he approached the two of you, Douma gave him a smug grin before turning his attention back to you. Akaza gritted his teeth, trying to control the anger that was building up inside of him. He couldn't believe that Douma was so bold to touch his partner in front of him like that. "Douma," Akaza growled, his voice low and menacing. "Can I speak with you for a moment?"

Douma shrugged, releasing his hold on you. "Sure thing, Akaza-dono!"

As Akaza and Douma walked away, you watched them go with a confused expression. You had no idea what had just happened, but you knew it couldn't be good.

Once they were out of earshot, Akaza turned to Douma with a scowl. "What the hell is wrong with you? Why do you insist on touching Y/N like that?"

Douma rolled his eyes, clearly not intimidated by Akaza's anger. "Oh come on, Akaza-dono! You know there's nothing going on between us. It's just harmless fun, and I like her much."

Akaza's scowl deepened. "It's not harmless. It's disrespectful. You have no right to touch her like that."

Douma crossed his arms, a smirk on his face. "And who are you to tell me what I can and cannot do? Last time I checked, she's her own person, not your property."

Akaza's fists clenched at his sides. "I never said she was my property, but she is my partner. And as her partner, I expect you to show her some respect."

Douma raised an eyebrow. "And what if I don't? What are you going to do about it, Akaza-dono?"

Akaza took a step forward, his eyes blazing with anger. "If you don't stop touching her like that, I'll make you regret it."

Douma let out a laugh. "Is that a threat? I thought you were better than that, Akaza-dono! You're just jealous because you know you can't make her feel the way I do, and I'm not putting in much effort!"

Akaza's rage boiled over. Before he even realized what he was doing, he had swung a punch at Douma. In a swift and merciless motion, he struck Douma's head, severing upper part of his head from the rest. Blood sprayed everywhere, drenching the wooden floor with crimson.

As soon as Douma took the hit, his body reacted almost instantly. The wound that was inflicted on him started to regenerate, the demon's regenerative powers quickly healing the damaged tissue. Within moments, the wound had disappeared, leaving only a faint scar as evidence of the attack. Douma retaliated with a swipe of his fan.

Akaza dodged with ease, his eyes glinting with fury as he lunged forward again.

The two of them circled each other, both ready to fight. You trailed them into the adjacent chamber and watched with horror, not knowing what to do. You had never seen Akaza like this before, and it scared you. Akaza proved to be a devoted partner, with his caring nature and protective demeanor, yet when it came to Douma, his boundaries seemed to vanish. As the tension between Akaza and Douma escalated, you could feel the anger and resentment radiating off of them in waves. You knew that this argument was about to spiral out of control, and you couldn't let that happen. Without hesitation, you stepped between the two of them, facing Akaza and placing a gentle hand on his chest. "Enough. This is ridiculous. You're both acting like a bunch of children."

Akaza glared at Douma. "He's the one who started it." Akaza's eyes blazed with fury as he glared at Douma over your shoulder, but your presence seemed to have a calming effect on him. Slowly, he began to relax, his muscles unclenching as he took a deep breath.

Douma held up his hands in surrender. "Fine. You won, I'll back off. Just calm down, Akaza-dono! It's not worth getting this worked up over, but if anyone were to ask for my subjective opinion, which I doubt any of you care about or value, I would suggest seeking anger management classes or other means of controlling your recent aggressive behavior, Akaza-dono."

You turned to face the Upper Moon Two, giving him a stern look. "And you," you said, your tone firm but not unkind, "Don't you think you should be more respectful of Akaza's feelings?"

Douma's expression softened, and he nodded. "Well, maybe you're right," he grinned. "I'll be more careful in the future, although comprehending emotions is a challenging task for me…"

Akaza snorted derisively. Soon, he took a deep breath, his fists unclenching. He knew that you were right. He couldn't act like a fussy baby. You were the most important thing in his life, and he didn't want to risk losing you over something as stupid as jealousy.

As the tension between the two demons dissipated, you felt a sense of pride and satisfaction wash over you. You knew that you had helped them avoid a potentially disastrous confrontation, and you were grateful for the opportunity to keep the peace.

As the three of you walked away from the confrontation, Akaza pulled you close, his arm protectively wrapped around your waist. He knew that he couldn't stop Douma from being who he was, but he also knew that he would do anything to protect you.

Blue - (2023)

I love drawing sad little angels 😇 (for the Twitter meme : "Drop something blue from your gallery")

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I drew a lot so it was hard to make a choice (or even to find artworks from 2010 ^^;;) but here is a summary of what I drew in the last 10 years. 

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Natasha Romanoff x Reader

18+ : somnophilia, voice kink, fingering

Natasha woke to the dawn light barely seeping through the windows with her warm body pressed to yours beneath the covers that haphazardly covered your half naked body. Only a flimsy t-shirt clung to you and she could see your hardened nipples through the material from the cool air coming through the cracked open window.

Your head was adorably squashed into the pillow with your innocently sleeping pout faced towards her and she couldn’t stop her mind from wandering to last night. How you stumbled in together after a drunken night out and she watched you fuck yourself on her strap before she took matters into her own hands, peering down as she fucked you into the mattress and turned you into a whining mess.  

Just the thought had her clenching her thighs together, tracing her fingertip over the skin of your exposed chest, along your collarbone and over your nipple. 

She propped herself up on her elbow with her eyes watching as your chest rose and fell again with soft and even breaths. She started with a kiss to your forehead and then one to your cheek followed with a smile at the way your nose twitched from the tickle of her hair on your skin. 

She inched her hand down beneath the blanket, easily finding the slick that was still present between your thighs, grunting quietly at the dripping wetness of your folds over her fingers as she slid them through your pussy tentatively. She watched closely for any kind of reaction, slowly pushing her digits into your hole as you continued your deep sleep. 

The silence of the room let her hear the lewd sound of her fingers burying themselves inside you, pushing in and pulling out in a steady rhythm. The first twitch of your body came with a rub of her thumb over your clit and she smiled at the way you quietly whined. Your hips bucked subconsciously as her movements sped up. She so desperately wanted to fuck you, to watch you sleep as she made you cum, as you sleepily take her cock into your greedy pussy.

You blinked your eyes open with your breathing speeding up and your body gaining heat, immediately greeted with your girlfriend’s fingers fucking into you and your climax growing nearer by the second.

“Morning, baby.” She rasped, her seductive voice thick with sleep, gravelly in the way that makes your thighs clench and your stomach flutter. “I just couldn’t help myself.”

Her lips ghosted over your cheek as she deeply spoke, hot breath against your skin with her voice alone making you shudder whilst her fingers continued to work on bringing you over the edge.

“My pretty girl.” She hummed. “Just so fucking perfect I can’t keep my hands off you.” She pushed her plump lips to yours when you pulled her face to you with a tired grip on her hair, the kiss was sloppy and dazed, both of you half asleep and you close to your climax. 

“Make a mess of my fingers, baby.” She murmured against you, curling her fingers inside of you perfectly with a push of her thumb over your clit as you whimpered into her mouth. She helped you ride through your orgasm as your hips mindlessly rocked and your thighs tried to clamp together around her hand, kissing over the skin of your neck that was already littered with marks from the night before.

“Good morning.” You breathed with a smile, Natasha grinned down at you as she sat up onto her knees and crawled down to position her face between your legs with a few kisses pressed to your inner thighs and a quick lick through your folds with a satisfied hum. 

“I’m only just getting started.” She smirked before diving in.

When I saw this manga panel I just had to paint it. I hope it turned out well.

Rosies impeccable gaydar is the reason they met.

Au where Tomura gets to heal and nothing happened to mon :) Something cozy to make me happy~

"Why can't you be this nice all the time?"

You cooed to the demon who laid sprawled out beneath you. Akaza's head shifted to the side at your words with a weak whimper. After hours of teasing, he no longer had the strength to throw back the biting comments you were so used to.

You hooked your thumb between his lips, using the position to tilt his head back to face you. His whole face flushed a soft pink, gaze half lidded and distant as they met yours. A soft cry was muffled as you pressed your finger down on his tongue. Akaza's inscribed eyes rolled back before falling shut. The mix of you slowly grinding your hips over his, dick squeezed in your tight walls with every raise of your hips, and the grip on his face too much to handle.

It was rare that you got to see him like this, so thoroughly fucked out for you. With his stamina it usually takes hours to work him up to the point of coming completely undone. All of his love and trust placed directly into your hands. Yet the way he looked at you, hands weakly running up and down your thighs trying to push you further down onto him, and the chorus of broken moans, they all made the effort worth it.

With a shift of your hips, Akaza's eyes flew open. Tears pooled in his eyes as he moaned around your thumb. Muffled begs and please of him being close, desperation clear in the whines that manage to spill through.

"Mm' pl-please... so close.. I-" His hands continue to grab weakly at your thighs and back. Trying to pull you in, to feel your chest on his and steal the warmth that came with your orgasm for himself. That was what he craved in these moments, the connection so rarely allowed. His position as an upper three robbed him from the intimacy he never knew he needed more than life itself.

"Cum for me good boy." Was all it took from you for Akaza to be pushed over the edge. That heat he yearned for ran through his whole body, blinding him as he threw his head back and frantically tried to rut his hips into yours. You worked him through his orgasm, milking every second of it as you watched the powerful creature become nothing but a gasping mess beneath you. Leaning over, you press a soft kiss to his lips and let him pull you close.

"You did so good for me, Akaza. So so proud," you whispered as you pull him into your chest. But through the haze of his mind, it all sounded distant, far away as sleep overtook him. The only thing that mattered in that moment was the safety of being tucked into your chest, your heartbeat steady beneath his head.

This is a commissions for @jro616 for their fic Making a Splash! <3

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