#akashi Seijuro drabble

[adiraargent]

I’m so in love with your Daiki fic!!! Can I hope to wait for Akaashi’s one?

Cute things Seijuro Akashi does to show you he loves you

Thank you so much for the request :P hope you like it warnings: fluff wc: 1.1k

The sun streamed through the window, casting a warm glow over the room as Seijuro found you reading on the couch. You were on your back, head against the side of the couch with your book on your chest. He approached quietly, his presence commanding yet calming, and settled beside you, a faint smile playing on his lips.

"May I?" he asked softly, gesturing to the spot in your lap.

You nodded, a small smile gracing your lips as you lifted the book up a bit and allowed him to lay his head in your lap. "Of course Sei." You grinned down at him, his pretty pink eyes glinting from the reflection of the sun that spewed through the curtains.

Seijuro grabbed his book off the coffee table and then leaned closer to you. You could feel the warmth radiating from him, his proximity comforting in its own way. You both sat in silence, lost in your respective books, yet sharing the space effortlessly, your hand in his hair, softly scratching his scalp only occasionally pulling away to turn the page.

He had one hand holding his book and the other on your thigh, tracing small patters, occasionally turning his head to place a chaste kiss to your stomach, "love you pretty."

"Love you too Sei," you smiled fondly but then laughed softly, "Sei baby, you gotta hop up, I need to use that restroom."

"Im not moving, your lap is too comfortable," Akashi says, putting his book down and rolling onto your stomach, moving up a little so he was now lying on your chest, burying his head into your neck.

It was moments like these, the simple act of being together in the same space, that made you feel truly comfortable around him. There was a sense of ease in your presence with each other, even in your pajamas, engrossed in your own activities.

Seijuro's hand brushed against yours unexpectedly, his fingers interlacing with yours. It was a subtle gesture, yet it spoke volumes about his feelings, his touch conveying a sense of connection and intimacy.

As the day progressed, you found yourself preparing lunch in the kitchen, the savory aroma wafting through the air. Seijuro entered quietly, his steps graceful yet purposeful, and wrapped his arms around your waist from behind, resting his chin on your shoulder.

"Need any help?" he inquired softly, his voice velvety smooth against your ear.

You smiled at his offer, feeling a surge of affection. "I'm fine, thank you," you replied, leaning back into his embrace, savoring the warmth of his touch.

His protectiveness often shone through, even in the simplest of actions. Walking down a crowded street, Seijuro would instinctively switch positions with you, guiding you to the safer side, his actions a silent vow to protect you.

Some mornings, when Seijuro had a rare day off and you had to rush to work, he'd be playfully clingy, stealing a few extra moments to hold you closer and press a gentle kiss against your forehead.

"Remember you mentioned this," Seijuro said, presenting you with a small package, a thoughtful gesture after recalling a passing comment you made about a particular item.

His attention to detail was astounding, remembering the little things about you — your preferences, your favorite treats, and the nuances of your personality.

During his trips, Seijuro would send pictures of every place he visited, each one a silent testament to his thoughts of you. A short text would accompany each picture, a simple 'wish you could be here to see it with me.'

He loved surprising you, occasionally bringing home a small gift just to see you smile, his way of expressing affection without needing a reason.

LATE NIGHT CONVERSATIONS!!!

In the quiet moments before bedtime, you and Seijuro found yourselves engaged in deep conversations, discussing dreams, aspirations, and the little things that made your hearts flutter. His undivided attention and genuine interest in your thoughts and feelings made you feel truly understood and cherished.

Also great at looking after you when you are sick

You woke up feeling awful, the world around you spinning as you groaned, trying to sit up. The room was dimly lit, and you felt your head throbbing painfully. Despite the discomfort, you managed to reach for your phone, sending a quick text to Seijuro, informing him of your condition.

Within minutes, you heard the door open quietly, and Seijuro entered, concern etched on his face. He approached you swiftly, his steps graceful yet purposeful, his presence commanding yet comforting.

"Are you alright?" he asked softly, his voice a calming melody in the hazy fog of your mind.

You shook your head weakly, unable to form words. Seijuro's hand felt cool against your forehead as he checked your temperature, his brows furrowing in concern.

"You have a fever," he stated calmly, his voice holding a hint of worry. "I'll take care of you."

Seijuro vanished briefly, returning with a damp cloth and a glass of water. He helped you sit up, propping pillows behind you for support, and placed the cloth on your forehead, the coolness providing some relief. The water he offered was a welcome respite, soothing your dry throat.

For the rest of the day, Seijuro tended to your needs diligently. He brought you medicine, prepared a simple meal that he insisted you eat despite your diminished appetite, and made sure you stayed hydrated. His presence alone provided a sense of comfort, his unwavering care evident in every action.

He sat by your side, reading to you softly, his soothing voice lulling you into a peaceful slumber. Throughout the day, Seijuro checked on you regularly, adjusting the blankets, offering encouraging words, and providing comfort in the form of his reassuring presence.

In between naps and bouts of weakness, you'd find Seijuro sitting at the edge of the bed, a concerned expression on his face, occasionally brushing a strand of hair from your forehead with a gentle touch.

As the evening descended, he prepared a warm bath for you, easing some of the discomfort. Seijuro made sure you were settled back in bed, placing a hand on your forehead once more, feeling your temperature slowly subside.

"Rest now," he murmured, his tone soothing and comforting. "I'll be here."

Seijuro stayed by your side throughout the night, occasionally waking you to ensure you were hydrated or taking your temperature. His unwavering care and attentive demeanor made you feel cherished and protected, despite the illness.

The next morning, as the first rays of sunlight filtered through the curtains, you woke feeling considerably better. Seijuro was already up, preparing breakfast with the same composed demeanor, yet the glint of relief in his eyes was unmistakable.

"Feeling better?" he asked, turning to face you with a small smile.

You nodded, managing a weak smile in return. "Thanks to you."

Seijuro's care during your illness had been a testament to his unwavering dedication and affection, his quiet acts of kindness leaving a lasting impression on your heart.

Hope you liked it :)

Written by: adiraargent Requests are open! Please do not steal or post anywhere else :P

[ballblender]

genuinely begging for some kuroko no basket scenarios lmfao MY MIND IS BLANK

[lamnwar]

Can I request an spicy present for Seijuro's birthday??? I love your content <3

Hiiiiii there <3 since I'm already answering this 3 days past his birthday, I figure I should make this short bc if I were to write an actual OS that would come out waaay past him birthday lmaoo 😭 so this is more a drabble, I hope you enjoy it still!

MDNI 18+

Pairing: Akashi Seijurō x fem! Reader all characters are 18+

Warnings: reader wears lingerie, mention of Akashi being a service dom, overworked Akashi (I'm sorry but the idea of him being tired from working too much is so 😩😩), Akashi calls reader "princess" and my love, reverse dymanic (kinda), oral (m! receiving), reader swallows, whimpering! Akashi 🧎🏾‍♀️

Seijurō doesn't expect anything from you, ever. How things usually go, he is the one treating you, almost like it's his sole duty on this Earth to make his girlfriend his princess.

So Seijurō is properly confused when he comes home to you wearing this set of lingerie he bought for you couple of weeks ago. He doesn't understand why you welcome him with such a heavenly sight, when there is seemingly no reason for you to do so. And seeing that smile on your pretty lips doesn't help either. It's sweet, like all your smiles are, but there's something alluring with it, and it's surely something he isn't used to. So, naturally, he asks:

"What's going on, princess?"

And you reply, not with your words, but with your hands that go to meet the buttons of his shirt, stripping the fancy fabric from his body. As your fingers roam on the soft skin of his torso, you look up to him, mere centimetres away from his face.

"It's your special day Seijurō, let me treat you" you say voice full of honey.

And it hits him, that it is indeed his birthday. He's been so busy working, trying to do his best in this hectic period of the year, that he's forgot himself. But here you are, bringing him to this realization, and he would almost cry if he wasn't so enticed by your pretty eyes. Your lips meet his in a kiss full of passion, as you pull him towards the bed. He falls on it, and you straddle his lap.

"So, birthday boy, what do you want?" You ask as your fingers reach to unbuckle his belt.

He doesn't know what to say, a bit phased by this new dynamic, a bit hypnotized by the sight of you like this. So willing to please him, to be the one to give tonight. At lost for words, he doesn't ponder his answer longer, simply replying:

"Surprise me, my love."

And you do, you do surprise him when you strip him of his clothes and get on your knees, your warm palm stroking his cock through the fabric of his underwear. It surprises him, when you get his pretty cock out and you lay a kiss on the tip, a soft giggle leaving your lips when your eyes meet his. You surprise him, with the warmth of your mouth, taking each inch with so much love that it makes him shiver.

Seijurō doesn't know how to think anymore, being absolutely taken by the bliss you've put him in. And as he runs his fingers in your hair, a soft moan escape his lips.

"Please Sei-chan, be loud for me" you demand.

A tint of furious red paints his cheeks. Seijurō doesn't make a lot of sounds when with you, maybe too timid to allow himself to so outwardly express his pleasure. But seeing the expression on your face, he doesn't restrain himself anymore.

And you smile, taking him in again under the song of the prettiest moans and whimpers you've ever heard. He is so pretty, you think looking up at his blissed out face. So pretty, that you want to shower him with all the love you've got. You love him so much, so so much.

The subtle thrusts of his hips indicate that he is nearing his orgasm and before he gets to pull out, you take him deeper down your throat. Swirling your tongue the right way, it doesn't take him long before he releases himself in your mouth, the sweet taste of him falling on your tastebuds.

You let him out in a pop, leaving one last kiss on his tip before wiping the bit of cum falling from the corner of your mouth. Seijurō's is red and panting, the beginning of the mess you ought to make of him.

"Shall we keep the birthday party going?"

[theholypeanut]

HELLO.

I don't know if you can write this but

I want to request a Akashi x Reader thing like like kien hahvahsbs (THIS IS A FIRST TIME U REQUEST FROM YOU)

The reader is Akashi's best friends since children but sadly they went to another country bc of family business and stuff. Years later they found each other and hugged after a long time ongomgogm

Am so sorry if this is such a struggle 😭😭

I love how my blog is technically also about KNB not somehow I never wrote anything only Kuroko no Basket related, and yet my first request is about Akashi who is (in my opinion) one of the hardest character to write about 😭🫶 But love you and I hope you enjoyed it, sorry it took me so long

Gn!reader x Akashi Seijiuro

- You and Akashi did not hit it off right away, it was more of a slowburn when you were kids. At first you felt jealous about how amazing he was in everything he tried just once, but the more you spent time with him, the more you felt sorry for him. It was actually awful to be perfect.

- One day when you were 5, you just told him, that he is amazing, but not only because he is perfect, but he will still be amazing even if he fails from time to time, which felt so off from what he was taught, so he didn’t believe you at first. What do you mean fail? But later on, he somehow felt comforted by your presence just because he knew that, if he ever fails, you won’t judge him for it. And it was a beginning of a very strong friendship.

- For years you and Akashi were the strongest duo know in the school. He would always have your back and everyone knew they cannot say anything bad about you, if they want to live. And Akashi would know that he can always count on you whenever he just needed comfort, even a silent one. You were a ride or die.

- … Until your dad got a job overseas right before middle school. You two were so exciting to go to Teiko together, and now none of you wanted to even say out loud how heartbroken you felt.

- He gave you a necklace to keep, just a simple chain with a jade on it - jade was always associated with emperor, so it naturally reminded you of him. However none of you decided to give any emotional speech. The only words that lingered in between you two was “we will meet again”

- For a year you kept in touch by messages, but the longer you’ve been gone, the less frequent it got. You kept tabs on Teiko’s amazing wins, but you could feel that something changed in Akashi.

- Between second year of middle school till second year of high school, you stopped talking at all and it broke your heart. You still wore the necklace everyday.

- Around beginning of second year of high school, you got a call out of the blue. It was him.

“Hey” you heard a familiar voice. It got a little more deep and rough, but it still brought back so many memories. “I didn’t know if you’ll answer”

You stayed silent for a while. “Of course I would”

After this couple words an awkward silence filled the line. What else could you say? How are you? What were you doing for the past years?

“I’m sorry” he said. You knew Akashi Seijiuro for years and one thing that you probably never heard from him was an apology. And him ordering fast food. “I missed you. I don’t think you would be proud of what person I was in the past years” His voice felt a little weak, for the proud and amazing Akashi Seijiuro you knew.

“Good. It means you are no longer perfect, doesn’t it?” You decided to keep quiet about how sad it made you to not get a single message in the past years.

“Yes. I guess so”

- After this surprising call, you came back to keeping in touch with each other. You were still in high school overseas, but now finally feeling Akashi’s presence in your life, it felt better, fuller. However also quite empty.

- You were having a phone call at least once per month when you talked like nothing changed. He told you that he plans to play basketball after high school, but wants to go to Tokyo University first. And that was the moment you decided what you want to do with your future too.

~ Two years later ~

Waiting for a luggage never felt longer than now. Why the hell did you have to bring this huge suitcase? Maybe carry on would be enough, for a whole damn moving back to Japan?

You noticed that you started sweating uncontrollably. Of course, now, when you really want to smell like this nice expensive perfume, you will stink like a shoe on a hot summer day. Perfect.

When you finally collected proper baggage, you slowly went towards the arrivals gate. It’s been six years when you last saw each other. Six whole years. What if he won’t recognise you anymore? You were playing with the jade on your neck to calm yourself down.

When you went through the door, you started to look around. Somehow in your mind Akashi is still a small boy with red hair, and you could only imagine how much he changed by seeing his pictures in the magazine photos. Would it be embarrassing if you mistake him for someone else? Doubts started to fill your head. And then, in just one moment, they all disappeared when you saw a familiar face in the crowd.

He got tall, extremely handsome, and he looked just so mature. Your eyes met and he smiled lightly. And in that very moment you felt like everything melt inside of you.

You fasten your steps and when it was only meters away, you dropped your suitcase and jumped into his arms. In this moment you were so thankful for all of this years of heavy training he did, because he held you like you weight nothing, and holding you was the most natural thing to do. You pressed your nose to the crook of his neck.

“Hey” you heard his deep voice, just like two years ago in your phone, but this time, it was louder and clearer. “I missed you”

You felt like your eyes started to water up. You moved away a little to look at his face.

“Yeah, I missed you too”

And on one hand you felt like nothing change and no time has passed, but on the other, just in this moment, you felt like everything will change from now on.

[vespersposts]

Happy birthday giant cupcake 😁!

Hope you'll get your weight in sweets today!!

🧁🧁🧁

V.

KNB lame game/3

Im gonna give you a lame pickup line, you're gonna tell me who's behind it. This one gives me big daddy vibes so, here you are my choices.

[smilocity]

Author’s List of Writing

Characters I write about (including games, animes, shows, etc)

I write for only x female readers (Sorry in advance!)

COD

COD—Ghosts

David "Hesh" Walker

Logan Walker

Keegan P. Russ

Captain Commander Thomas Merrick

Kick

MWI—MWIII (Old and new)

John "Soap" Mactavish

Simon "Ghost" Riley

Kyle "Gaz" Garrick

Captain John Price

Alejandro Vargas

Rodolfo Parra

Alex "Echo 3-1" Keller

Haikyuu

Karasuno High (Everyone except Ukai and Takeda, Kiyoko and Yachi)

Aoba Johsai

Nekoma High

Inarizaki High

Shiratorizawa

Fukurōsani Academy

Kamomedai High

(I won’t write for EVERY character of these schools. There are many characters so I will be accepting them as long as I’m okay with it.)

One Piece

Roronoa Zoro

Vinsmoke Sanji

Monkey D. Luffy

Sabo

Portgas D. Ace

Marco

Trafalgar D. Water Law

Usopp

The Disastrous Life of Saiki. K

Saiki Kusuo

Kaido Shun

Kineshi Hairo

Kuboyasu Aren

Kuroko no Basket

Kuroko Tetsuya

Kagami Taiga

Kise Ryota

Midorima Shintaro

Aomine Daiki

Murasakibara Atsuhi

Akashi Seijuro

Kasamatsu Yukio

Hyuga Junpei

Izuki Shun

Takao Kazunari

Himuro Tatsuya

Hayama Kotaro

Ninjago

(I will not be writing about Lloyd since I don’t think he’s of "age" because of the whole aging potion thing.)

Cole Brookstone

Kai Smith

Jay Walker

Zane Julien

(I may just write head cannons of funny Drabbles.)

Young Justice

Robin Nightwing (Dick Grayson)

Connor Kent — Superboy

Wally West — Kid Flash

Red Arrow Arsenal — ( (1st Clone) Roy Harper)

Red Robin - Tim Drake

(2nd) Robin Red Hood — Jason Todd

LEGO Monkie Kid

Sun Wukong

Six-Eared Macaque

Nezha

MK 1

Raiden

Kung Lao

Kenshi Takahashi (Taira)

Johnny Cage

Tomas Vrbada (Smoke)

Kuai Liang (Scorpion)

Liu Kang

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(I know, I know…I’m all over the place…Trust me…I just got into 9-1-1…)

Any "weird/disturbing" asks will be deleted and you will be blocked!

[active-mind-15]

Omg imagine itty bitty Akashi making chocolates for Nijimura and hoping it's perfect. The staff in the Akashi household usually don't see him in the kitchen, but he's hunched over the burners having a crisis because the chocolate he wanted to make for Nijimura isn't good enough even after trying three times (though the first three attempts were perfectly fine).

When the day comes to hand out the chocolates he made, he's perfectly fine giving some to his friends, but then when he makes his way over to Nijimura's classroom upstairs, he finds himself getting super nervous and having to stand outside in the hallway for a few minutes to collect himself before going in.

He calmly hands them to Nijimura, stating that he made some chocolates for his friends and thought he might also like some, which is a half-truth to prevent Nijimura from finding out his true motives. Even the mold he used to shape Nijimura's chocolate was different than the one he used for his friends (his friends got star-shaped chocolates while Nijimura's chocolates are shaped like flowers). But he plays it cool even though on the inside he is trying desperately not to combust, especially when Nijimura accepts the chocolates with a smile and a ruffle to Akashi's hair in thanks.

If Akashi spends the next ten minutes in a bathroom stall silently losing his fucking mind, that's nobody's business but his own.

Akashi makes the miracles chocolate for valentines day or somthing

Everyone eats it fine except for aomine and kise who wait 20 minutes to see if any poison kicks in

Kuroko makes them feel super bad after they realize its just normal chocolate, he won't shut up about how "nice it was for akashi to do that for us" and how aomines a "heartless monster who deserves no chocolate"

Aomines the main one at fault kise only waited cause aomine got the idea of poison in his head

Kuroko drags aomine to thank akashi for the chocolate like a mother making their child apologize to a teacher

Kuroko: what do you say aomine?

Aomine:... thanks for the chocolates... they where good

Akashi confused: glad you liked them aomine :)

[imaginetho]

Hey! I️ hope you’re doing well. Your writing has improved so much and I’m excited to see what content you come up with! DONT FORGET TO TAKE CARE OF YOURSELF!! Now if you don’t mind maybe prompt 3 with Akashi? Hehehe I’m a sucker for him...

KUMIKOOOO I MISSED U TY LOVE I HOPE URE DOING EVEN BETTER AND EATING WELL! STAY HYDRATED AT ALL TIMES U HEAR ME!

 i hope you enjoy your 3

It’s truly scary how in only one mere moment a person reveals a side of theirs you never knew existed, a side you never thought you would ever have to face, not from them—not from him. And in that moment, you start to doubt everything there is about them.

It’s as if that moment had changed everything you thought you knew about them, your mind feels clouded and your heart feels conflicted. With both of them unable to comprehend what’s going on, you’re left to drown in the uncertainty. 

If you really knew Akashi then how did it come to this? How are you on the ground right now with nothing but a menacing aura standing over you and a throbbing cheek. 

Your heart was beating at a fast rate you didn’t know it was capable of and all color was drained out of you except for the redness in your cheek.

Without a doubt your cheek painfully throbbed—hurting like hell but it was nothing compared to the pain in your heart, the arrow that was brutally shot right through it the second he laid his hand on you.

“_____” your name was the only thing Akashi could mouth as he watched your figure crumble in front of him as if you’ve seen a ghost.

It was safe to say Akashi had let his feelings get the best of him. He never meant for this to happen. The two of you weren’t having the best days together lately, he’s highly aware of that but he never knew it affected him this much.

To the point where he felt like his words only weren’t enough.

He didn’t know what to do with himself right now. What were the two of you even fighting about, he doesn’t know anymore nor does he want to. All he wants right now is to fall on his knees and beg for your forgiveness.

And then make sure to torment himself for as long as he can for hurting the one person who’ve always been there for him even when his own father did not want to.

Oh, how would his mother feel looking down on him right now. Laying his hand on the person he should love and protect. On the same person that loves him more than anything and anyone. 

A disgrace, that’s what he is.

No, disgrace alone doesn’t even cut how sickening he truly is. Everyone was right all along, he really must be a two-faced monster.

Kneeling, he tries touching the cheek he violently tainted with his hand in the utmost gentle touch he can afford only to have you smack his hand away and immediately take a few steps back.

“H…h-how could you?” you faltered. 

Mustering up whatever strength you still have in your knees, you stand up. You look at him with nothing but fear and most of all disappointment. In an instant all the trust you had in him was broken, just like the promise he made you.

“I’ll never hurt you, I promise.” 

Bullshit. If that was a lie then who knows what other lies he’ve told you? If he couldn’t even keep the promise that was supposed to be done so easily when it comes to the person you love then why should you stay.

“I-” He spoke.

“Funny how I thought you’d be my hero, my knight in shining armor when right now, you’re the thing I’m most afraid of.” you spat, interrupting him.

That was the last he ever heard or saw from the person that could have been his all.

[baesnbakas]

MIMI maybe I get older!seijurou taking his s/o out for shopping and basically spoiling and doting on her!! thank you and I hope this is okay!! 🥺💞💞💞

I WILL DO AS MUCH AS YOU WANT. OFC THIS IS OK. I FUCKING LOVE YOU SO MUCH. A small drabble with the headcanons since its you, Di bae.

INHALE EXHALE.

First of all, Akashi-kun is super rich so anything his s/o wants, he gets it.

She just has to lay her eyes on the thing and Akashi-kun will have it for her in a matter of few minutes.

He particularly enjoys spoiling his s/o when she is not looking and he surprises her with it.

Akashi woke up a bit earlier than usual, his girl was still fast asleep after being tired from last night's activities. Today was not an ordinary day, after all, it was their anniversary. And you would be surprised but the red-head had gone all night so to wake up with a few hours of sleep was something he wouldn't do every other day.

He went downstairs to prepare her favorite breakfast, pancakes, waffles, and chocolate strawberries. The aroma of the delicious food woke you up. "S-Seijuro?" You looked around the bed and he wasn't there. Smelling the delicious food, you went downstairs to find your boyfriend naked in an apron. "Well, hello there empress." He chuckled seeing you blush as he made his way to you. "Happy anniversary, darling."

[kinkandkreep]

To The Last Sip

A/N: Hey hey y’all!👋🏿 Yes, yes, I K N O W.  I haven’t written up and posted anything here in an inordinate amount of time and for that I am truly sorry.😭 I’m not even gone get into the long drawn out story, but just know…it’s been a trip y’all. 🙃

SO!

As a lil’ apology and sum special for y’all, I decided to do a Yandere Halloween prompt! The prompt is listed down below, as is a link to the post/blog from which I pulled it. 

She's a shorty but a goodie, and please leave any more Halloween related prompt ideas below!

Enjoy~

“I can never get enough of you. I’ll drink you down to the last sip.”

He was insane. You knew that from the start, hence why you did your best to avoid him.

He was fond of following you- as he called it, “keeping watch.” 

You called it stalking, as would any even relatively sane person. 

Day in and day out, you would catch glimpses of him in your peripheral. Each time, his eyes would inevitably be trained on you. 

You, admittedly unfazed by his odd behavior, went about your daily business, paying little mind to the freak trailing you. 

Eventually, for a moment anyway, you felt a pang of pity for the strange boy. It couldn’t have been easy making friends or any worthwhile connections being so…unusual. 

And if you knew anything, you knew that in this world, it was unfortunately all about who you knew, not so much what. 

Looking back though, you wonder if maybe you underestimated your friendly personal creep. 

You highly doubt he could have orchestrated something like this without the help of someone else. Your creep didn’t appear to be particularly well built, at least not to the point that he could render someone unconscious and carry them an indeterminate distance all by himself. 

But then again, underestimating him initially is what got you in this situation. 

Waking up in an unfamiliar bedroom was decidedly new for you, but so cliche that if your head wasn’t pounding like someone had taken a jackhammer on the highest power setting to it, you would roll your eyes. 

You surprisingly weren’t bound, so you were free to move about the room as you pleased. 

It was spacious and well furnished, with plush carpeting and a large television sitting atop the dresser across from the bed. 

Unsurprisingly though, the door to exit the room was locked. You groaned internally at this, but immediately turned to try the single window, the only other potential entry and, most importantly, exit point. 

It too was locked. And strangely enough from the outside, as there were no locking mechanisms to be found on the inner frame. 

Irritated, you flopped back onto the bed, wary of falling back asleep, but needing to at least shut your eyes until the remaining headache ebbed away. 

It was probably about 5 minutes before you heard the telltale ‘click’ of the lock on the door turn. 

You shot up, pushing yourself as far away from the door, and the man entering through it, as possible. 

Upon seeing you conscious, the man’s eyes brightened almost comically. 

“My Desire, you’re awake.” 

He accelerated toward you, stopping abruptly once he recognized the apprehensive expression on your face morph into an icy fury. 

“Look, I don’t know and frankly don’t care what kind of freaky, Wattpad style fantasy you’re trying to live out here, but I want absolutely no part of it. You need to let me go.”

Your voice was firm and unwavering, your gaze much the same. 

Sure, there was a possibility that this maniac could hurt you or worse, but you’d never been one to cower in the face of challenge. 

This asshole had no right to manhandle you, uproot you from your life and lock you away like some treasure to be coveted. The whole premise was very shallow and selfish, and it infuriated you to no end. 

Your kidnapper stood in silence for some moments, before a sick chuckle began to bubble up from his chest. It lasted for some seconds, before it eventually became loud, raucous guffaws that shook his body and your eardrums. 

You, however, were very unamused. 

“Why are you laughing, bastard? What’s so fucking funny?” By now you were becoming tired, and the sooner this freak left you be, the sooner you could get some rest and more completely plan your next course of action. 

“It’s just so funny,” he began, kneeling down and sliding forward on the silk bed sheets towards you. 

“Do you have any idea how I’ve longed to have you here with me? How desperately I’ve desired to experience the feeling of going about my business within this house, and pausing, only to remember that you- my perfect, darling Desire- are upstairs, waiting to welcome me with open arms?”

“That will never happen.” You narrowed your eyes, cutting the maniac with a severe glare. 

“Perhaps not any time soon, but eventually you’ll grow to love me as I’ve grown to love you.”

“I highly doubt that. That’s not how love works.” 

The man shrugged, once again standing to his full height. 

“Not to you. Maybe not even to others. But all that matters is that it “works” for me.”

He turned, making his way toward the previously shut door, and you had half a mind to tackle him down while he wasn’t looking. 

That could prove quite idiotic however, and so you remained in your corner, studying him and anticipating his next moves and words. 

Once his hand sat perched on the doorknob, and his foot sat poised to guide him out of the room, he turned to speak over his shoulder. His words, spoken in a raspy, reverent but nevertheless chilling tone, sent a shock of pure ice down your spine.

“You are mine. From this day forward, you belong solely to me. And if I were you, I’d get with the program sooner rather than later. I am the single most dedicated, persistent person you’ll ever meet, and I will never give up on the future we could, that we will have together. I could never get enough of you, my love.”

He fully stepped out of the doorframe, and pulled the door towards him until naught but his lips and a single wide eye could be seen. 

“I’d recommend you get comfortable. Because if you remain uncooperative for too long, I’ll be forced to drain you dry.”

The door fully shut, and that telltale click sounded once more, as did his now muffled voice. 

“Beware Y/N, I will drink you down to the last sip.”

[nuclevi]

stumbling through the door of your shared apartment is midorima, with stiff muscles, a pounding headache and a grumbling stomach. the strong smell of his cologne fills the house and you happily call out for him from your place on the sofa of the living room. he merely shrugs off his coat and slumps onto the sofa, his body heavy in your arms. you instantly know the day must have been hard for him, like you always do. he is content with the fact that you don’t even question him and just know what he needs the most. raking your fingers in his smooth green hair, you place a soft kiss on his forehead, and midorima is sure he’ll burst into tears any moment, so he nuzzles further into your neck. you tell him you’ve made stew for dinner and will run him a bath. who once was a cold and stoic midorima, is now melting in your arms. he can’t help but think how lucky he is to have you. even if he loves his job, hours at the hospital are depressing to him, the white walls and bright lights prick at his eyes. but you are here, at a home both of you have created and waiting for him. and so midorima knows that no matter what, you’ll always keep him safe in your arms. 

[vespersposts]

The charm of this guy!!! 😩

Such a smooth pickup line for our Kyoto emperor so... I got inspired by this post from @kvroko (the 2 images of this drabble are from that full set).

Hope you'll like it!

Vesper

The first bloom of summer, a day filled with sunshine.

Your best friend's wedding, a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity to invest all your savings in that sky-blue dress that had won your heart the moment you saw it.

One shoulder, ankle-length, as soon as you put it on you knew it was going to be your lucky dress. It was just a shame that the groom's stupid best man had spilled an entire glass of red wine on you during yet another toast, forcing you to leave the room for the bathroom and get lost in the vast halls of the exclusive country club.

To the right, maybe to the left, and then finally a bright french window opening onto an interior space, green and populated by people you could ask directions from.

That's what you told yourself as you picked up speed on the stiletto heels you'd chosen, which sank noisily into the cobbles with each step.

Ahead of you, a parade of cold, contemptuous stares. 

People who thought you were yet another parvenu who, under the guise of being lost, was trying to lure the scions of the city's richest families while they practised their riding skills.

As if you weren't embarrassed to admit your complete inability to read the map at the entrance to the building. 

As if you hadn't left your mobile phone in the beautiful satin bag you found in a vintage shop.

"Why am I so stupid?" you mutter in a half voice, leaning against the fence and looking worriedly at the huge white horse standing far away, calm and peaceful, while a middle-aged gentleman caresses its snout and mane. 

You too could use a caress, especially in the early afternoon heat wave in this hostile place.

"Do you like horses?"

This question makes you want to laugh out loud, because if there's one thing that scares you, it's horses. 

"This is Yukimaru... Mr. Aida, can you please bring him here?" you hear his voice continuing the monologue. You bring a hand to your eyebrows and when your eyes regain some sensitivity, you can focus on the features of the person speaking to you. 

A young man with perfect lines, a chiselled profile, deep magenta hair, dressed in a white T-shirt, simple black trousers and boots. Probably Mr Aida's stableboy, who, without batting an eyelid, hands the boy the reins and urges him to enter the corral.

"I can't, it would be rude to this young lady! " the late arrival replies, receiving a series of unintelligible grumbles in return, but he doesn't care: his eyes are so sweet now, as he stares at the animal and opens his perfect hand over its snout, unaware of your presence.

"Why Yukimaru?" you ask, taking your friend by surprise when he finally looks at you. 

"He was born on a snowy day, that's why he's called that. I, on the other hand, am Seijuro Akashi " he tells you with a note of concern in his voice, as if he is afraid that his name might mean something indecent in your language.

"I, on the other hand, was at a wedding and got lost! " you inform him without much ado, trying to avoid the gaze of both your human and equine interlocutors. 

"I see " the boy nods " It's easy to get back to the ceremony hall: follow this path to the main building and then turn right, you'll be back at your event in no time!" he concludes with a smile. His face has such a sweet and spontaneous expression, his eyes are so intense and kind that you feel slightly dizzy.

"Thank you Seijuro!" is all you can say, because a part of you doesn't want to leave him.

" My pleasure..." he interrupts, tilting his handsome face to study yours carefully, as if trying to imprint it in his memory"I don't know your name, but I'm sure it's as beautiful as you are" he concludes, hiding his hands behind his back, making it really impossible for you to go back to your best friend's wedding.

The lame game/2

Im gonna give you a lame pickup line, you're gonna tell me who's the guy behind it.

[dendro-bunny]

Decorating for Christmas

AKASHI SEIJŪRŌ x READER

Genre: fluff, Christmas event!

Warnings: none other than tooth rotting fluff

(a/n): hey! Ik there would normally be a cut, but for this to be a bit faster there may be some that have no cuts or read more, I apologize in advanced, I am on my phone writing this as of right now.

The sound of Christmas bells spread through the house as ginger wafts through the air. The fireplace doing it's hardest to provide heat to the entire house. However where you are is just warn enough... In your husband, Akashi Seijuro's arms. As he holds you tightly as you out the finishing touched on your ginger bread man. The gingerbread house- well castle he made sitting on the side towering over your little man.

"Sei.. I think you went a bit over board with the house... It's not even a house anymore" you giggle as he burrows his head into your shoulder.

"I'm sorry my love but I only wanted the best for you, as my lover that is what you deserve... And so much more..." Gives you a light kiss on your cheek. As your face erupts into a mad blush, you push him away trying to hide it.

He gives a small pout at losing his warmth then looks around at the boxes with lights, ornaments, inflatable snowmen, and other decorations. This is the first Christmas you guys have spent together since being married. Life can be stressful especially with Seijuro's status; you make it work though. Normally he wouldn't have time for stuff like this. However not a lot of work had to be done, so after that was done he took off and told people to go home.

Home...

You said you didn't want a really big mansion, you didn't want a really fancy car. That wasn't 100% possible since it would put people out of jobs and neither of you wanted that, so instead you guys have a "vacation home", if you two want to get away you go there and not to the manor.

With the box in your hands you place if on the table and start getting out the lights. The table from Ikea that you both built together shook a bit anytime you put pressure on it but that's fine. Your gentle hands that warmed his chilled persona, tried hard to untangle the lights.

"Can you not just stand there staring and help me... Please..." You pout with pleading eyes. "My parents are going to be here anytime now, and you know how the me and my old lady butt heads."

"Ah- I'm sorry my dear, I was just enamored by your beauty." The smirk that places itself on his lips is infuriating.

"You were always a smooth talker..." You occupy yourself with setting up the ornaments for when your parents get there so you all could decorate the tree together.

"where do these go..." After a bit of time went by Akashi holds up a few stockings with the cutest confused look on his face.

"oh! Above the fireplace, get the hammer and nails to hang them!" The sweat on your forehead drips down the side of your face.

Akashi furrows his eyebrows. "Love... I think that's enough...."

"B-But Sei! We still have all the fake icicles and stuff-" as he gives you that captain stare you shut up and nod.

"it's time for some hot chocolate and cuddles please... We can save the rest for when your parents arrive. Ok?" You nod with a yawn and walk into your house with Akashi right on your tail ready to forget all about his hot chocolate and just drown in your company.

It was fun though... To decorate with your one and only...

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Me chilling on the couch

Mom: yk you're birthday is coming up

Me: yeah....

Mom: ... You want some money or...

[geometricalien]

I’m about to go off about AkaFuri

Usually I would share these thoughts on my haikyuu discord but they don’t really appreciate them like I do. So here is my idea for them.

It’s a soulmate au where any version of soulmate bond exists, i.e. color blindness, name, where they first touch you, being able to message each other on your skin, etc.

Soulmate bonds are written and are featured in the rom com movies his mom likes to watch, so Kouki knows what they are but he wasn’t concerned enough with it at 8. He cared more about his books.

It only became real during a school test when tears dripped down his cheeks and he slowly broke down for no reason. Frame shaking sobs and sounds of pain that Kouki couldn’t find a source for. He was excused to the nurse’s office to wait for his mom. 

It was with his mom’s arm around his trembling frame that the nurse explained what type his soul bond was. Emotional pain for physical pain, a rare form. It was carefully explained that through studies, scientists found that the pain shared through the bond can be managed. That you can control how much you share. She explained that Kouki is receiving his soulmate’s emotional pain and turmoil and his soulmate can receive his physical pain as a dull ache. He tried nodding to show that he understood the weight of her words. 

At night Kouki tries to go to sleep but the pain in his heart is too much, it’s hard to breathe with it arcing through him. And then- it stops, the pain eases, the tears and shaking finally stops. He closes his eyes to get some rest until a similar pain wraps around him like a cloak. 

It’s his own. His soulmate is in so much pain and Kouki wants to help, he wants to reach out with his tiny hands and hold them, protect them. If they felt they had to suppress it, he wants to help relieve them. That night he promises to hold onto his soulmate’s emotions, he will take the brunt of their pain and suffering. It’s all he can do for them.

It continues like this for years, moments where he breaks down in tears for no reason, until middle school when an all crushing weight settles on his chest and makes him feel like he can’t breathe. That he is going to fail, that everything he knows is wrong, that he is wrong, and his world breaks- Kouki passes out from the pain.

He wakes in a hospital, his mother’s worried face, his father’s pinched brow, and brother’s concerned eyes are what greets him. He hears from the doctor that his soulmate most likely went through something deeply traumatic, and since it looks like his soulmate has been transferring their feelings through their bond at at least 75%, this pain echoed harshly into Kouki. 

The doctor and his parents leave the room to talk outside, Kouki hears his mom ask “Is there anything we can do for him?” before the door completely closes. His brother tries to talk to him about some show that Kouki likes but his mind is somewhere else. 

His hand clenches his chest where the immense pain came from earlier, trying to sense any lingering feelings. He feels that his soulmate has come to accept whatever happened to them, maybe even embrace it, so Kouki doesn’t worry too much.

His next year of school the pain comes back but it's so quiet, not nearly as massive as it once was, but it slowly builds. It ebbs and flows through the year afterwards too. Almost as if his soulmate has to chide his feelings for existing at all.

It’s only at the Winter Cup Finals that things start to make sense. Kouki, as a rule, refuses to share his physical exhaustion with his soulmate after defending Akashi. It tells him that he actually did it, he faced Akashi on the court and he won’t let anyone take that away from him.

But as the match wears on the feeling of failure comes in like waves on a sea. They come and go, only to come back stronger, again and again. It is plain to see to anybody on court that Akashi is falling behind- he is faltering. Something that was considered impossible.

The only two people who know what is happening are Akashi and Kouki. Kouki watches Akashi as it happens. The feelings of failure are coming back to the shore, to Kouki, as big as a tidal wave, threatening to crash down on him and sweep him into the ocean. Just at the precipice, just as it starts to crumble down and drench him, it’s gone.

Left are the drops of relief and hope from his soulmate, drops as tender as spring rainfall.

When Kouki see’s Akashi again his eyes are red, and he knows.

The weight of a loss not his own after the game confirms it.

He watches Akashi’s back as he leaves and he remembers his 8 year old promise. His promise to take his soulmate’s pain and suffering as long as it would help them. That it was the only way he could help them. 

But he’s right there and he can do so much more to help now. It’s with that powerful promise that Kouki calls out “Akashi-san!” 

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Inspired by Melanie Martinez’s Crybaby, I’ve had this thought for years and I wanted to put it to paper but ehhh nah this works fjdskalfj. I thought the song fit Furihata being bullied and Akashi being emotionally distant beautifully. 

These lyrics specifically,

I look at you and I see myself

And I know you better

Than anyone else, And I have the same faucet in my eyes

So your tears are mine

I love this concept so much

[tiaragqueen]

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✂ Pairing: Yandere! Akashi Seijuurou x Reader

✂ Word Count: 751

✂ Trigger Warning: Possessive behavior, mention of punishment, yandere theme.

[Edited]

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Akashi might be the first character whom I fell in love from their voice first.

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“I used to be so in control, but reality's losing its hold. Now, I just don't know where to begin. Just look at the state that I'm in; my mind is in total decay.” - This Maniac’s In Love With You [Alice Cooper]

The moment Akashi entered his room and slammed the door shut, you knew that there was something wrong with him. He had never lost his composure before or showed any sign of irritation. He had always been the calm and rational one, which was the reason why you fell for him in the first place. You admired how unflappable he seemed, how fussy he could be regarding the health of the people close to him, and how quick he devised solutions to every problem he encountered.

So when you saw him clenched his fists and breathed heavily through his nostrils, you were confused. Your boyfriend was angry, and you didn’t know what to do. Should you comfort him? Should you rub his back? Not all people wanted to be touched when impassioned, and you had no clue on how to alleviate his rising temper.

“Akashi-kun...?” you hesitantly called out and crawled towards him. "Are you... Are you okay?”

Wariness compelled you to create a safe distance between you both in fear of him suddenly lashing out. You would never know how irate Akashi might act out his anger. After all, you had this... assumption that he was secretly a violent type of person. Therefore, it would be wise if you distanced yourself from him for a while. At least, until he calmed down or asked you to accompany him. You hoped it was the latter since you were dying to know what and who had the guts to provoke him at school.

“He was being disobedient,” he muttered through gritted teeth. “thinking that he could freely skip training like that.”

Your tentative and befuddled gaze softened slightly. “Well,” you gnawed your bottom lip to search for the right words to say. Couldn't have yourself become the next target just because you said the wrong things, right? “perhaps he has something important to do?”

“No.” The snap response elicited a flinch from you. It wasn’t intended for you, yet you couldn’t help but feel otherwise. “He was just too lazy to practice because Daiki refused to come. Atsushi thought I was giving him special treatment.”

Akashi huffed and plopped down on the bed. “What a joke. I didn’t give anyone special treatment. How dare did he even think about that? It’s unforgivable.”

Grasping the sheet in your hands, you frowned. Since when did he call his teammates with their first names? Usually, Akashi was polite and stuck to the family name basis. But now, he was different.

It might not be that important, because what was the worst thing could happen from calling someone with their first name? But to you, it was important. It meant everything to you because it connoted an abrupt change in his personality.

Could someone even do that in mere hours? Well, for him, it certainly could.

Disobedience was bound to occur someday. It was unavoidable and one of the many consequences of being a team leader. But to transform himself into a completely strange side? There must be something else that had roused this ‘Akashi’ to live. And to get the bottom of the problem meant that you needed to quiz him secretly. However, it would be a difficult approach. There was a high chance that he would find out about your intention, and no matter how good it was, he most likely wouldn’t appreciate it. In the worst scenario, he might even berate you for it.

After all, he didn’t become a team leader for no reason at all.

“... I don’t like it.” You glanced up and blinked owlishly at his equivocal statement.

“What... is it that you don’t like, Akashi-kun?”

Akashi was silent for a minute, and when he turned to face you, you knew. You knew there was a stranger in those heterochromia eyes. There was no need to deny it. Those eyes told you everything you needed to know about this 'new' self. Those eyes were no longer the same crimson irises that you once loved.

Those were the eyes that belonged to someone that demanded absolute obedience. A superior. An emperor’s eyes.

“I don’t like it if his disobedience ever reaches you.” His pupils dilated slightly as he spoke the next sentences. The sentences that sealed your fate and bound you to him. Like a loyal servant. “From now on, I forbid you from hanging out with him or any male for that matter. If I see you speaking with them, be it classmate or not, I will punish you.”

[knb-sweet-squad-moved]

The latest update is now live on AO3! 

Imagine you have a crush on one of the GOM (or Kagami) and you’re ranting to your friends, only to find out they were there the whole time! You can find the story here, Overheard Confession.