#and it came together as the akira slide

[kineticallyanywhere]

Monkey’s Paw pages 152-157 ( START HERE || ao3 || previous || next ) AU after episode 62. The Omega Dads try a more desperate gambit, but   careful what you wish for. Our dads find alternate versions of themselves in a strange dreamscape. If you die in the dream,doyou die in real life?

Is Freddie's commitment to the non-magic bit so important to me? yes. its so freaking funny.

is it also fun to let glenn be a 16th level bard. also yes.

Anyway! Welcome the GEEZERS to the big ol bottle of chemicals I'm shaking. this time place your best on which one is about to get got :))))))

[bunnyywritings]

kento's birthday surprise

NANAMI KENTO x FEM!READER

[a/n: here's a late birthday fic for everyone's husband, nanami kento]

warnings: none really, curseless!au, no use of (y/n), reader is referred to as: mrs. nanamin, sweetheart, honey, love/my love, dove, also gets a little suggestive at the end but nothing graphic

The click-clacking of your keyboard was the only thing to be heard in your office as you typed up a few reports for Higuruma. Your manicured nails blurring at the speed you had been typing, determined to get it done before 5pm. The thought of having to work overtime sent an annoyance through your veins.

Just as you shook the thought from your head, your landline started to ring. 

Pursing your lips, you reluctantly pulled your hands from their place and picked up the receiver, placing it by your ear. 

“Law offices of Higuruma, Akira, and Nanami. How can I help you?” You answered, shifting to hold the receiver up with your shoulder and sliding your keyboard out of the way. A legal pad and pen taking its place, your eyebrows pulling together at the silence on the line. 

“...Hello?” 

“Uhm-uh hello…hi, is this-is this Mrs. Nanamin?” The clearly juvenile voice on the other end of the call was amusing, the use of Nanamin instead of Nanami told you all you needed to know about who it belonged to.

“That’s me! Is this Itadori, by chance? One of Kento’s students?” You put your pen down and relaxed in your seat. 

“Oh! Yeah, that’s-that’s me…wait? Does Nanamin talk about me?” 

“Of course! I know all about you! And Megumi, and Nobara. How can I help you, Itadori?” 

“Well, I’m sorry to bother you at work but…it’s Nanamin’s birthday next week…” 

“It is.” You waited for him to continue. 

“I was wondering if you’d-if uhm, you’d help me…well us, surprise Nanamin for-for his birthday?” 

Your heart swelled, tears threatening to fill your eyes. You knew how much Kento secretly adored those kids, even going as far as thinking of them as his own. Clearing the growing lump in your throat, you eagerly responded. “Of course I can help you! What were you thinking?” 

And so, after spending a few lunch breaks talking with the kids and getting Ijichi on board, you came up with a plan. 

As the first week of the month approached, you became restless. You hated keeping secrets from your husband but he was none the wiser, going about his days like usual. Until July 2nd. 

He hadn’t heard from you since you had left the apartment that morning, seeing him off at the door with a rushed kiss and an excuse about an emergency at the office. 

In reality, you were at the Airbnb you had rented for the week, helping Ijichi and the kids unload the car of all the pool floaties and loungers, stocking the fridge and cabinets with food and drinks, and decorating the beautiful back patio and yard with birthday banners, balloons and other party paraphernalia. It was a picture perfect sight with the beautifully large pool glistening in the sunlight. 

Your shrill ringtone brought you back to the present, heart dropping down to your toes when the contact ‘husband <3’ flashed across your screen. “E-Everyone! Shhh! Shh!” You answered the call and shakily pressed it to your ear, “H-Hello?...Hi Ken…yeah, yeah, we’ve almost got it resolved. I should be back in about an hour…dinner? Uhm yeah, yeah. I can pick up-” 

“Kugisaki, quit it!” Itadori’s hushed whine made your heart stop, quickly clearing your throat in an attempt to cover it up. 

“What was that?” 

“Oh uhm not-it’s nothing! I’ll pick up dinner on my way home, okay? Hiro is calling me over, I gotta go!” 

“Okay, bye darl-”

“Bye sweetheart!” You rushed to hang up, chest heaving slightly with nervous breaths. 

“Wow…that was bad.” You glared at Gojo, his amusement irritating at the moment. 

“Way to go, idiot.” Megumi muttered, glaring similarly at Itadori, to which the boy pouted. 

“Hey! That’s not fair! Kugisaki kept elbowing me in the ribs!” 

“I have no idea what you’re talking about.” Kugisaki crossed her arms, slyly turning her nose up at the two. 

You scoffed a laugh, nerves easing the slightest bit. “Whatever, let’s finish this up quick. I’m on dinner duty.” 

-

Once the call had ended, Kento stared wearily at his phone. Maybe his ears were playing tricks on him. Why would Itadori be at your offices? 

You had also been a little flighty lately, dodging his calls at lunch and hiding your laptop screen or phone from him when he’d come up behind you to lay a kiss on your cheek or shoulder. And you had been bringing work home…something you had always hated having to do. He had no reason to doubt you or assume anything but he couldn’t help the confused anxiety in his stomach. 

You were a little frazzled upon arriving home but his anxious mind was quelled when you held him close, eyes full of adoration and love. 

He slept content, warm, and with a full belly. 

-

 Bright and early the next morning, you disabled Kento’s alarm and let him sleep in while you packed the car with necessities for a few days. Clothes, toiletries, extra bedding, and whatnot before heading to his favorite bakery and picking up some coffee and pastries. 

You were relieved to find that he was still sound asleep when you returned, so you put a candle in the cheese danish you had bought him and lit it, carrying it on a foldable tray along with some fresh fruit and his coffee. 

Kento shifted awake when he heard your voice, singing softly and a little off key. “Happy birthday to you, happy birthday to you, happy birthday my dear Kento! Happy birthday to you!” 

You watched as his sleepy eyes welled with grateful tears, cheeks flushed, and his lips curling upwards in a tender smile. “Go on, Ken. Make a wish…” You prodded, holding the tray closer to him. 

Chuckling, he closed his eyes, thanking God that he got to spend the rest of his life with you before opening them back up and blowing out the candle. Taking the tray from your hands, he carefully placed it onto your side of the bed before tugging you into his lap. Enjoying the giggled, “Ken!” that escaped your throat as you straddled his lap. 

Cupping your cheeks, he pulled your forehead to his. “Thank you, my love. I couldn’t have asked for a better way to spend my birthday.” 

He leaned forward and pressed his lips to yours, his lips were a little chapped and he had yet to brush his teeth but you couldn’t care less. Letting him deepen the kiss and pull you impossibly closer into his broad chest. “Well, actually-” You pulled away, interrupted when he pressed his lips to yours once more. “Hmmm K-Kento!” You laughed, watching as he chased your lips, a bashful smile on his face. “I have one more surprise, okay? Have your breakfast and get changed.” 

“Yes ma’am.” 

You scoffed, playfully rolling your eyes before climbing off his lap to retrieve your breakfast. 

-

“So, why won’t you tell me where we’re going?” He glanced at you from the passenger’s seat, enjoying his ‘passenger princess treatment.’ 

“Because, Kento, it’s supposed to be a secret getaway-” You sighed, having just somewhat ruined the surprise. “Dammit, I wasn’t supposed to say that…” 

“Getaway? Honey…I didn’t pack anything.” He was trying so hard to keep his tone from portraying any kind of ungratefulness. 

“I took care of all of that, silly.” You laughed, patting his thigh gingerly. “I packed everything we need.” 

He grinned for what seemed like the billionth time that morning, grasping the hand that was on his leg and bringing it to his lips. Pecking your knuckles and the back of your hand. “How did I get so lucky?” He murmured, loving the flustered expression on your face before something dawned on him. “Is that why you laid my outfit out for me in the laundry room?” 

“Well yeah, I couldn’t have you wondering why your drawers were suddenly half empty…plus, that outfit looks great on you.” As you stopped at a red light, you turned to look at him, eyeing him up and down. Enjoying the way the linen shorts wrapped around his thick thighs, his summer floral button up just opened enough at the top to get a peak at his delicious chest and-

The honking of a horn snapped you out of your distracted haze, head jerking straight ahead to see that the light had changed. Your face burned as you held up a hand in an apology and peeled away from the intersection, Kento couldn’t help the howling laughter that shook his entire body, barely able to mutter out a playful, “Eyes-Eyes on the road, d-darling!” at your expense. 

The hour and a half car ride went by in a flash and you were pulling into the driveway, forever grateful that Ijichi hadn’t needed to be told to park his car out of sight. 

“Wow…honey, this place is wonderful!” He was in awe before his eyebrows pulled into a soft frown. “How much did-” 

“Nuh uh! Nope, don’t you worry about any of that! Nothing is too expensive for my husband…” He gripped your waist and pulled you into him, lips pressed to yours once more. 

-

“Oh yuck…eughh, yeah. They’re here.” Gojo shivered as he watched the two of you make out through the patio doors, but once you two pulled away, he told everyone to get ready. Rushing to light the candles on the cake. 

-

“Why don’t you look outside, there’s a gorgeous backyard.” You gently pushed him towards the patio door, following behind him with your phone up and recording. 

He slid the door open and stepped out, a blur of familiar pink hair made him freeze.

“SURPRISE!” 

He stood frozen in shock, eyes wide as he took in the sight of his students, along with the third years and his friends. Higuruma, Gojo, Geto, Takuma, Haibara, Ijichi, Shoko. 

“Happy birthday Nanamin!” Itadori stood proud, balancing the cake in his hands. 

Kento’s bottom lip wobbled, taking it all in. 

Tears instantly fell from your eyes, he was overwhelmed. Severely. 

He pinched the bridge of his nose in an attempt to fight his own tears but it hadn’t worked. They slowly trickled down his cheeks as he bowed deeply, before standing straight up again. 

“T-Thank you…e-everyone, this was quite unexpected….” 

He blew out his candles and as Itadori placed the cake down onto the table, Kento pulled you into a bear hug. “I can’t believe you did this for me…I-I have no words to even begin to describe how grateful I am.” 

Fresh tears threatened to fall once more before you leaned up and pecked his nose. “This was all Itadori’s idea, he called me about a week ago and asked for my help.” 

Kento was shocked, “Yuji?” 

“Mhmm, all his idea.” 

Kento looked on at the boy lovingly, watching as Gojo chased him around with icing on his finger. “I’ll have to give him my thanks, then.” 

And so, Kento changed into the swim trunks you had packed for him and he let himself loosen up.

The kids had already been in the water and when he had returned outside, Itadori shouted excitedly. “Nanamin! Do a cannonball!” 

“Yeah Nanamin!” Gojo teased from his seat on a lounge chair, “Why don’t you jump in!” 

“I think I will.” 

And to the kids’ surprise, Nanami took a few steps back before running full speed at the pool. Jumping and catching impressive air time before pulling his knees to his chest and splashing down into the deep end, creating a huge tsunami that had drenched his white haired friend from head to toe. 

“Oh come on!” Satoru whines were drowned out by the kids’ shouts of excitement and shock. 

Nanami emerged from the water with a closed eye smile, shoulder shaking in laughter. 

Sipping the lemonade that Hiro handed you, you watched as Yuji and Megumi brawled atop Ijichi and Kento. 

“That seems like an unfair matchup.” 

Higuruma peeked over his sunglasses as you scoffed a laugh. “I’m surprised they roped Ijichi into that…” 

Later on that night after you two watched the kids sleepily pile into Ijichi’s car, the both of you had gotten into bed with you in his lap, just like that morning. 

“Did you enjoy your birthday Ken?”

“I did, thank you, my love. This might be the best birthday I’ve had.” 

“That’s good…although I definitely won’t be able to top that next year…” As you trailed off, he ran his warm hands up and down your sides. 

“Oh don’t worry your pretty little head, as long as you’re with me, that’s all I’ll need.” 

Biting your lip, you shifted upward to sit directly on his hardening length. “I have one more surprise for you…” 

“Oh really? What-” He groaned quietly as you ground your hips against him. 

You pulled the knot on your robe and it fell open, sliding off your shoulders. You had a beautiful set of lingerie wrapped around your body in the same blue of his favorite dress shirt. 

His jaw fell open. 

“Do you like it? I bought it just for- Ken!” 

You squealed as he flipped the two of you over, lips devouring yours hungrily. “Forgive me, dove. I didn’t seem to get my fill of cake today. I’m still quite famished…” He sucked at your neck, hands firmly gripping your breasts before lowering himself down between your gorgeous thighs. “Now stay still while I have my dessert.”

“Ah K-Kento!” 

[pinkeoni]

what's on your s5 wishlist? the silly, goofy things!!!

HI SWEETIE!! Thanks for the ask!

1- Now as I’ve been expressing in my recent posts I want Will to do something really crazy and creepy and gross. Not EVIL but some kind of wierd horror trope that would be really fun to watch with him.

2- Lucas gets a motorcycle and does the Akira bike slide. He also has a bazooka. Akira came out in 1988 it would make sense with the time period!!

3- Post-time skip I want Lucas and El to have a shared interest that they developed together whilst watching over Max, like maybe both of them got really into skateboarding because they want to all do it together once she wakes up. Cue El controlling a board with her mind while looking fly as fuck.

4- Robin and Steve get a place together and call it The Babe Lair

5- Lately Rovickie has been really growing on me so… just more Rovickie. A lot of Rovickie.

6- At some point Steve does like the most cheesiest action movie line read in history. Something akin to “I’m here to chew bubblegum and kick ass” from They Live

7- Jonathan. Chainsaw.

8- At some point Argyle hatches a plan that involves drugs and it actually. Works.

9- Dustin is the science guy as always but he gets really crazy with it. Like conspiracy boards up on his wall crazy with it

I definitely left out a lot of things but that is a general list!!

[k00297230]

Hello you jubilant jaguars!

We've finished our final project and have placed all our things on the wall for assessment on Thursday. I didn't have as much to physically present because I didn't have my larger drawings from the first animation brief.

I've very much enjoyed the animation discipline work we've done and the overall process and pacing of the workflow. It was a little bit jarring in the beginning but once you started getting into it, it felt productive and consistent.

Final Brief "Nursery Rhyme"

I have to admit I was a little hesitant with doing group work that is often either really good or really annoying. I was blessed to be in the former of groups.

In the beginning I was a little withdrawn perhaps because my mind was on CCS and the prompt of

Three Blind mice

Epic/Historical

Space Age

wasn't something that sparked many ideas for me. I don't have a great pool of reference for space themed bits of media so I didn't feel super comfortable coming up with ideas. The first day we were supposed to make draft scripts to which I opted to do some research instead of. In the beginning it didn't feel like I was pulling my weight as such but during the weekend we had a call on Sunday to show off our newly written script, of which I did do.

It was my first time writing a script but I was actually really enjoying it towards the middle. I finished after an hour and didn't really revise it because I was occupied with CCS work I needed to get done. There's a couple of things I learned, from the time I spent.

I'm not supposed to write descriptions of shots. (in the beginning)

My dialogue was really long and wordy. (I wanted to get my ideas of characterization across and didn't give myself time to revise and edit it which I would've done usually.

On Monday we finalized the script after taking different aspects of each of our scripts that we liked. From my script they took:

The beginning shots of the space craft showing characterization through visuals.

"Some of the characterization and dialogue ideas such as "is that Russian?"

I spent Monday working on CCS and then on Tuesday my group had storyboard stuff done but I didn't have much of an impact on it besides revising the argument scene between Ridley and Latimer in the buggy. I found myself although not contributing as many new ideas to a discussion but rather looking at the ideas we had and seeing if they fit in with an overall vision. I suggested having an overall theme for the story as it is an Epic and came up with the idea of blind beliefs and the consequences that can lead to.

I knew I had to start pulling my weight for the group and we started doing research. I was put in charge of landscapes as well as spaceships and their interior.

I found the Observing the Moon book to be quite useful for looking at the Apollo missions, reasons for its' discontinuation and the geography of the moon. Moonshine was a Dreamworks background art book that more so served as inspiration and motivation for my future background work.

We put together a google slide consisting of the research we did and these were the ones I made.

We then went onto look at style/aesthetic and once again I felt like I didn't contribute much to this discussion although I was okay with going for the Star trek, Akira hybrid we settled on.

We then started going into concept art. I was put in charge of landscapes and backgrounds along with Mik. I focused on the moon surface and the spaceship interior and exterior. I found this youtube video to be quite useful for getting started as I wasn't too confident in my abilities to make background art.

I found this process quite fun in keeping loose shapes with wide brushstrokes and practising stroke economy which aims to show great detail and imagery to the viewer with implied detail. I also tried playing with values. It was also my first time really using the gradient tool which add a little interest to the sky as opposed to just a flat colour.

I feel like I could've experimented more with composition but I wanted to get more work done so I took one of the compositions and changed the hue/saturation/brightness to show different colours and palettes to see what type of feel we want for the background. I did try and place the ship in different spots to see how it'd look composition wise but that was the extent of it. I settled on a closer view of the ship for my master shot.

My group liked the bottom three particularly the bottom left purple hue. I then took this and fixed the sky to make it pop more with stars.

I also spent time working on the space ship itself. I sketched them out traditionally based off the video I had in my research to get used to the shape and structure of the exterior and then went to do it digitally/. I quickly sketched out my shapes and then went over them with a paint brush. I didn't do line art and kept it pretty basic.

I think I got the basic look of it down here and once again played with the hues/saturation/brightness to see how it would look differently.

I went over it again but took more time to make it fit the Akira aesthetic more. I used airbrushes, with a lack of line and tried to make it more detailed in spots. In the end I finished it early and was mostly happy with the top half.

Before starting my master shots at home, I wanted to look at other parts of the project for my time in college. I felt like we were lacking some of the civilization development and ideas and started drawing up designs for that.

Basing it off roman architecture with elements of irish stone carvings with the idea of rat/mice imagery and looking at how a language could be formed from this with writing. When it comes to writing I knew the writing would be composed of scratches as if done by mice. The writing I thought would look like symbols not too dissimilar to kanji or Chinese characters but in a more primal less sophisticated form.

I knew the pillars would be the most opportune asset in our storyboard to illustrate a culture or some form of civilization. I played with shapes and tried relating them to Ryan's work so they would feel connected. (Ryan's work below).

I then took these designs and tried making very quick digitized versions but I didn't quite like how they turned out. I also tried seeing how their look in a dark environment being lit with flashlights to the same result.

This was all the concept and design work I was able to get done and I was quite happy with the results. If I gave myself more time to work on this I would've liked to have breached out to other parts of the project such as character work, cave interiors and the city itself. I think it would've been interesting to see what we all would have come up with for each part of the project but with the time we were given I would've liked to have experimented more with composition I think.

After preparing for the pitch presentation I focused on the master shots I was responsible for. I did the exterior of the ship on the moon landscape in the composition I picked out earlier.

Liberty did the sketch for the interior of the ship taking reference from the video I had seen for research.

I went over this in my style to keep it consistent. I found this workflow to be more efficient.

I think a big thing I learned from doing these backgrounds and something to keep in mind for next time is to use darker colours against the light ones to create more contrast and create depth. I feel in some parts of my work certain things don't pop out as much as I would like them to.

We then had our presentation which went well. I wrote down a scripts and practised it multiple times until I felt confident In what I was saying and could talk around it if I forgot any words. I used a Q card to help prompt my sentences with words that I knew I blanked on during my practises written down. I felt my part went smoothly and I remembered my points. I did speak too early for one of my script lines during the animatic but I don't think it that much of an impact.

Coming to the end of this project I learned quite a bit working with my group. I was quite happy with the work I did do and wasn't used to the actual good communication and enthusiasm my group displayed overall. Although I faltered in the beginning, all members in our group felt they had a moment or moments they weren't doing as much. We still covered for each other and always had new work to look at each day. It was really nice to work on something with people who were equally as dedicated to making something together.

If I had to change somethings for next time it would definitely be how much I contributed to new ideas in the group. I did come up with ideas but I felt I kind of took a back seat and looked at the ideas we already had to see if they would fit without coming up with much of an alternative.

I felt also that there were some things I was thinking that I didn't quite vocalise at times but as I grew more comfortable with the group I was more relaxed in sharing my ideas and criticisms.

This might be my last Tumblr post but thank you guys for the support and love you've all given me throughout this journey.

Signing out,

~K00297230

[fantomevoleur]

from the fall prompts: 📺 with the little mouse :3c @spaced-out-muses

𝐂𝐎𝐙𝐘 𝐀𝐔𝐓𝐔𝐌𝐍 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐓𝐒

📺 watch horror movies together

A cold, rainy evening made for the perfect, spooky ambience. Akira wasn't one for the gruesome and gorey flicks but he never minded watching them if anyone else suggested it. The practical effects were canny at best, the acting subpar, but overall they were mostly enjoyable, and more appreciated when watching with others. But that's just one genre of horror taken into play here.

What surprised the boy the most was the person whom asked him to watch tonight's movie of choice. A timid, little mouse wanted to indulge in a psychological thriller? That's intriguing.

"I never took you for a guy that actually liked these." He certainly didn't prefer the amount of mental anguish it left on him. Despite the cleverly planned plot twists, the perfectly placed red herrings, and the action scenes Akira would rather enjoy something a little more fictitious than a potential real-life situation. He took a seat in his chair once the opening scene began playing out, and briefly glanced over to see Taro curled on his couch.

Already cowering behind one of the pillows? Was he only doing this to prove he was brave enough to watch these kinds of movies?

He let it slide, for now. No poking fun at him just yet. "You know, I think it's only fair after we finish your pick, I get to choose the next movie we watch." His smile turned into that signature coy smirk whenever a bout of playful mischief came to mind. "How are you with say...a slasher film? Or maybe a found footage film."

@spaced-out-muses

[merriclo]

I HAVE MORE TO SAY ABOJT TOKYO GODFATHERS any spoilers here are very minor :)

the call backs in this movie were insane. damn near everything mentioned had its own purpose and came into play later on. i don’t know film terminology all that well, but i’m pretty sure the creators knew and fully understood Chekov’s gun. every single thing was connected in some way, and it made it really entertaining. sure, some things were kinda strange and blindsighted me a little, but that’s probably due to the fact that im American and have primarily watched only American movies up until now, and Tokyo Godfathers is a Japanese film. so, cultural differences in narrative execution and all that junk

anyhow. i’m pretty sure there was a failed Akira Slide in this movie too. not failed as in it was badly executed, but failed as in the guy Akira Sliding fucked it up and it was very funny i loved it

the voice acting was also so good and expressive i loved it so damn much. there was also a theme of a character randomly spitting out a Haiku every now and again which was super cool and interesting.

each character had their own uniqueness, down to the way they talked. again, i’m American and only started learning Japanese about a week ago, so i’m not quite sure what the cultural or linguistic significance of this is, but Miss Hana always referred to both Gin, an old alcoholic geezer, and Miyuki, a runaway teenage girl, with the -chan honorific. it was always “Gin-chan,” and “Miyuki-chan.” i thought it was sweet.

there was also very subtle but noticeable connections between all the characters, visual proof that the main three had worn off on each other over their months together. the only one i can recall at the moment is that Gin and Miyuki both have the same sniffing habit, and it’s pretty touching once you realize it

anyways. that’s all i have at the moment. please watch this movie if you’re able to it’s really fucking good

[akirakurusuimagines]

had the idea of reader getting marin karin'd and it not wearing off after leaving the metaverse so our dear boy helps her out by gently overstimulating her in front of a mirror 👉👈

I'm sorry for how long it's been taking to get this out! Hopefully the others won't take as long. Please enjoy! (minors DNI)

It only takes one mistake for everything to fall apart.

Akira believed they were sufficiently prepared to waltz right into Mementos and explore the depths that opened after the public’s response to their latest and greatest heist. He disregarded Morgana’s incessant warning that he was running low on ailment-curing items and revival items, reminding the cat that he was already planning on putting him and Makoto on the front lines this time so there was nothing to worry about.

So really, this mess was his fault. As leader, he knows he shoulders the responsibility of anything and everything that happens, even if his teammates don’t blame him.

It began to storm back in the real world as they reached the end of the current depths⁠; a painstakingly slow thirteen floors⁠ to comb through in search of treasure and experience. Everyone was nearing their physical and mental limits for the day, but at the sight of a rare challenger on their way back, they let their youthful recklessness seep through. One more, they all thought, one more to end the trip on a high note.

The high note they sought after quickly⁠ and almost comically⁠ became shrill.

The battle turned for the worst: unable to find a weakness, you and Mona were left with minimal SP, Queen had suffered an ill-timed critical attack and was knocked out cold, and Joker himself was running on fumes. Mind scattered in desperation, Joker attempted to regain some footing by attacking the particularly strong enemy with Marin Karin, hoping to charm it.

He didn’t expect that the enemy would end up reflecting it back at him.

Nor that you would take the brunt of the attack by jumping in front of him last-minute.

Joker and Mona finished the battle through sheer dumb luck, and all of the thieves expected things to return to normal. Queen stood up on shaky legs and thanked Panther for medicine, but when they turned to look at you, their hearts dropped.

Your face was flushed and eyes glassy, no different than how you were in battle. The unspoken rules of Mementos was broken⁠—somehow you didn’t come to once the fight finished.

Joker took to your side immediately, helping you up but freezing at the garbled moan that slipped past your lips the moment his hands landed on you. The others looked on with concern and fear, not understanding why this was happening, but it was obvious to everyone that they needed to leave immediately. He apologized to them and announced that he’ll be taking you home to make sure you’re safe and resting while the others research the strange divergence.

His arm wrapped loosely around your waist, keeping you steady as you mindlessly clung to him, and ushered you out of Mementos and towards the trains.

Akira felt like he was suffocating. If this is how he was feeling, he could only start to imagine what you’re suffering through right now.

He kept you hidden from view as best as he could, squished in the corner between the door, the seats, and him. Akira put you in a spare face mask he had and slid his glasses over your nose, hoping to protect your identity in case any snooping individual lingered on you two a little too long.

“Hold on just a little longer for me, okay? We’re almost there.”

He watched your knees buckle and your thighs clench together at his words and felt his mouth run dry. Akira willed himself to stay calm, to steady his heartbeat, but it wasn’t exactly an easy thing to do when you were in a state like this. Especially considering he harbored feelings for you.

“Please,” you begged. He almost didn’t hear it with how quietly you murmured it. “Akira, I… I need…”

Fuck, you were going to be the death of him.

“Yeah?” he leaned in closer, hoping to catch the rest of what you’re saying.

Your hand grabbed his thigh, tugging his leg closer to you and causing him to stumble forward, balancing with his forearm next to your head. He stared at you with wide eyes as you shifted his leg with no resistance between your thighs and sat on it, slowly and carefully grinding against it.

Akira’s head whipped around, making sure no one was watching as you shamelessly used his leg to relieve some of the pressure that Marin Karin’s charm had on you. He nearly stopped breathing when you whined right next to his ear, a sound too soft for anyone else to notice as the train screeched to another halt.

Your stop was next, but there was no way he was making it out of this without a boner. He looked back at you and swallowed hard, only able to see the way your eyes were screwed shut and eyebrows knitted with frustration and concentration, pressing yourself a little harder against the meat of his thigh.

“Need more, ‘s too hot,” you blabbered softly, hands gripping the lapel of his blazer. “want you, want you so bad⁠—”

“We⁠—we’re almost home,” Akira choked out, each passing moment more difficult than the last. He wanted to pinch himself, wondering if this was actually some wild porno dream he was having back in Leblanc, but the way you felt rutting against his thigh like this was far too real for him to deny this was reality.

“Akiraaaa...”

He nearly lost himself when he saw your teary-eyed expression, suddenly grateful for the crowded train dissuading him from bending you over the train seats and giving into temptation. Akira wanted to know every part of you: every touch that makes you keen, every kiss that makes your head spin, every position that makes you cream.

Akira almost praised the gods aloud when the announcer comments on your stop, pulling himself off of you despite your whines and taking your hand in his, squeezing it tightly as he nearly runs out of the train the second the doors behind you open.

It was quite the ordeal dragging you back home. Every moment he stopped, your hands would wander, gripping his shirt or his belt loops, sliding your hand underneath to feel the warmth of his skin. You pressed closer and closer against him, your inhibitions far-gone, leaving only your charmed mind.

He grabbed your wrist firmly when you reached for his crotch at the door to your house, sucking in a large breath and hoping you’d be able to contain yourself enough for him to open the door with your keys and lead you inside.

Akira pushed open the door and dragged you inside, kicking it closed and locking it quickly. He couldn’t help the whole-body sigh that passed through him with the relief of privacy.

You, however, took it as your cue to tackle him to the ground and relieve yourself.

“Shit, wait, hold on⁠—” Akira staggered back, gripping your hip and arm and barley catching himself. “Are you sure you want to do this? You don’t want to try to get… uh… get off on your own?”

“No no no no no⁠—!” you shook your head adamantly despite your slurred voice, the sheer panic in your voice and face surprising him. “Want you, only you, please.”

Akira pressed his lips together in a tight line and hoisted you up in his arms, silently thanking the rough training he’s been enduring with Ryuji. The way your eyes lit up as he carried you to your bedroom made his heart palpitate, the rational side of him quickly losing to the promise of passion.

He really was weak to you.

He grunted as his legs hit the bed, falling down with you on his lap. Akira barely had time to speak before your lips were all over him, kissing all over his face and jaw as you roughly grinded against him. He choked down his moans and tangled a hand in your hair, hoping to slow you down with a sharp tug to your scalp.

Akira felt you seize up the moment he did, nails digging into his shoulders despite the layers of clothing, pressing your hips harder against his, and with a loud cry, he felt dampness against his crotch. It took a moment to process that you came untouched, just from him having you in his lap and tugging your hair.

“Did you just…?” his hand wandered towards your pants, slipping inside your underwear and feeling the sticky substance coat his fingers as he reached your thighs. He pulled them out, observing the strands between his fingers and licking them clean with a low groan. “That’s so hot. You’re so fucking hot.”

Akira palmed your crotch and felt you shudder as you rolled your hips against his again. “But… it isn’t enough, right?”

“Nnno…”

He looked around the room briefly and caught his own eyes in the floor-length mirror in your room.

“Stand up for me and strip, sweetheart,” Akira instructed with a gentle slap to your thigh.

He loved the way you scrambled off of him, shedding your clothes and looking at him with the same hazy doe-eyes that made him spend countless private hours fantasizing about. You looked at him with so much lust, being so obedient for him in hopes of getting another orgasm.

He shrugged off his blazer and tossed it aside, shifting closer to the mirror until it stood in front of him. “Turn around and sit back on my lap.”

Akira steadied you with gentle hands on your hips as you sat on his lap and pressed your sticky thighs together to feel some kind of friction against the torturous heat. He pried them open, spreading your legs to straddle him and spreading you open for the mirror.

“Ah, ah, ah,” he gently chided, “keep these pretty thighs open for me, okay?”

Akira refused to touch you until you nodded.

“Perfect,” he whispered, resting his chin on your shoulder, “you’re absolutely perfect.” Akira guided his hands up from your thighs to your chest, brushing against your nipples and continuing his path up until he reached your face. He cupped your cheeks in his hands and tilted your face up, forcing you to look at the shameful display you created with him. “I want you to look at yourself as I touch you,” Akira explained, “I want you to see everything.”

You nodded dumbly, anything to get his hands back to pleasuring you. “Please,” you continued to repeat with breathless whines, “I want more, I want you in me.” You pushed your ass harder against his hard cock, hoping he would take the bait. You wanted to be fucked silly and at this point you really didn’t care how you got there.

Akira sucked in a sharp breath and shuddered, squeezing his eyes shut and stilling for a few seconds as you continued to grind yourself on his dick. “Later, okay?” his voice wavered and he wasn’t sure he’d be able to keep his own word with how enthusiastic you seemed about riding him.

He let go of your face and skimmed your inner thighs, catching the cum from your first orgasm on his fingers and finally touching you properly. You keened, head falling back as he slowly pressed two fingers into your hole. “Yes⁠!” you groaned, spreading your thighs a little further and bucking your hips into his hand, “More, please, oh god it feels so good⁠— hnn!”

Akira’s hand steadied your head, once again pushing you to look at yourself as his fingers thrusted in and out of you. “Come on, baby. Don’t stop watching,” he purred as he scissored his fingers inside of you. “Oh, you liked that?”

You grasped his hair and his wrist, incoherent noises fumbling from your lips as Akira brought you to another orgasm within minutes. Marin Karin had quite the effect on you: keeping your stamina high and your libido higher, giving you more orgasms than you’ve had in your life, emptying your head and leaving nothing but pleasant buzzing.

He stared at you in the mirror, catching your unfocused gaze as your eyes shifted from his face to his hand and back again. “You’re doing so good,” Akira mumbled strings of words he barely paid attention to as you squirmed in his hold. He added another finger, stretching you out further and curling his fingers inside of you. He felt your legs shake and watched your jaw go slack as pleasure only continued to build.

“Again?” he asked, groaning at how you clench around his fingers, barely giving him room to move them. Even still, you continue to thrust your hips into his hands⁠, unsatisfied. “I’ll give you as many orgasms as you need,” Akira promised, kissing your cheek and resting his temple against yours, “I won’t stop until you’re begging.”

[haitaniplug]

CLASS PROJECT CHAPTER SEVENTEEN

summary - you really want to go abroad for the summer, but your grades fucking SUCK, so your parents won’t allow you to until you get them up. you were so ready to focus on the rest of the year until you get partnered up with Rindou Haitani. The boy that comes into school once every blue moon. And to make matters worse, it’s a project where participation counts. So now it’s your job to harass Rindou into getting his shit straight.

tags - enemies to friends to lovers , angst , crack , college au, eventual smut , fluff.

status - ongoing

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Getting into the serious shit now

“Y/n! We’re back!” Your father yelled from downstairs, putting his suitcase on the floor. Your mother had some business to attend to so she would be coming back home later.

He walked around the house seeing it empty, before looking at his watch. The time reading 1:23PM. Ah she's probably at school then.

"Sir, welcome back." Takeomi greeted your father as he walked down the stairs. "Y/N is still in school, she left with her new friend."

"New friend?" Your dad's ears perked up. "Who?"

"He was a boy, had black hair, called himself Akira. He came over this morning and asked for her and they walked to school together," Takeomi says as he watched your fathers face shift into one of confusion,

"Well, I'm glad she's making new friends. Here you go." He gave Takeomi a wad of cash as payment for looking after you. "How has she been behaving?"

"She's been..." Takeomi's mind travelled back to this troublesome week. How he saw Rindou, the argument they had, also you had ignored Takeomi for majority of the week despite him just doing his job. "She was pretty disobedient I won't lie to you."

"Ah of course she is," you dad sighed, not surprised in the slightest. "My wife has a meeting today, with my father, so she wont be back until later this evening maybe morning time."

Takeomi nodded as your father explained everything, "Well, once again thank you for looking after her on such short notice. You can go now." He watched with tired eyes as Takeomi exited the house.

Hours passed and you eventually entered the house. You saw your father's shoes on the floor and your eyes widened, "Dad?" You called out, walking up the stairs to where his room is.

"Dad, are you back?" You knock on the door and it opens slightly, he was asleep on the bed. You approached him and climbed on top of his bed, sliding with him under the covers and hugging him.

Your father was a pretty light sleeper so he woke up as soon as he felt the bed dip. "Ah, you're home." His voice was tired as he sat up, turning his lamp on. "How was school?"

You shrug a little, "It was alright. How was work?" Your father simply told you he was a man of business, never going into more detail than that. But he told you how stressful his job can be. It was evident in the eye bags under his eyes.

He takes a moment before responding, "It went well. I missed you," he kissed you on the cheek and you hugged his sides. "I don't like Takeomi." You admitted out of nowhere and your dad nodded, "I',m sorry for bringing him out of nowhere so suddenly, it was your mothers idea—"

"Is she still mad at me?" You looked up a bit teary eyed. The last words your mother said to you was slut.

"No baby, she's not," he patted your back to reassure you. "She's been talking about you all week." He said amused as he watched you groan, "Of course she has, what other offensive words did she call me now?"

"No—, nothing offensive. She was saying about how she regretted what she said and how she missed you this past week."

You blink up at him, "Where is she?"

"Has something to talk to with my father. She will be back later." He got off the bed, "you hungry?" You nod ask for him to order some food.

When the food arrives, you two are sat in the living room, watching some corny documentary, making fun of the animals on screen. Times like this is when you love your parents, but it was rare to have moments like this.

So you had decided to treasure it for all it's worth.

"Y/N," your dad asked you out of nowhere. You hummed, taking another bite of your food when he continues speaking, "who was that boy you were with when we walked in?"

You struggled to swallow your food, remembering the embarrassment of your parents seeing you half naked with a boy on your couch. "He's, um, my crush."

"Hm?" your dad hummed, "what's his name?"

"Rindou. Haitani."

"Does he make you happy?"

"Dad! What's with all the questions?" You sighed loudly, a bit shy when it came to these types of discussions.

"Just making sure he's right for you. Now answer me." Your dad looked you in the eye.

"Well," you shifted on the couch, pausing the TV, "he does make me happy. I really like him dad." you watched in awe as your dad's face lit up. "Well as long as he treats you right, I like him too."

Your mouth agape as you stared at your dad. "You being serious?"

"Yeah," he half shrugs, "why wouldn't I be? You're 18 now anyways, it's time for you to start looking for love."

Your face heated up at the thought of being in love with Rindou. A simple crush was not ' love ' . But you weren't exactly opposed to the idea either.

The front door opened and your mother walked in, calling for your name immediately. You stood up off the couch, dusting your clothes before approaching her. She had her arms held out in a hug for you and you ran up to her, hugging her deeply.

"I missed you y/n." she whispered, kissing the top of your head. "I''m sorry for the words I said."

You looked up at her, tears welling up in your eyes. She reached her thumb down and wiped it off, "I just saw a bit of my younger self in you and didn't want you to end up like me. So i got a bit angry is all."

You nodded, digging your face deeper into her shirt, "It's ok, I forgive you."

"Honey, y/n has a crush!" Your father calls out from the living room and you whipped your head around fast. "DAD!"

Your mother laughs as she took off her shoes, entering the living room, "Is it couch boy?"

"He has a name mom...."

"What is it?"

"Rindou Haitani."

***

“Nice to meet you sir,” Mikey smiles at the man in front of him. At the very front end of the table, there was a man in his 60’s maybe older who seemed to be the leader. Next to him was a young woman to his left and a young man on his right. The rest of the table was filled with security guards whilst Mikey sat at the very end of the table, right opposite the man.

“Your friend paralysed my grand daughter.” The man was straight to the point, causing Mikey to stiffen. “I know, but I promise it was an accident.”

The man looked at the woman next to him, she turned to face Mikey, “what’s your friends name?”

Mikey took a second, hesitating whether he should lie or not. But if he does lie and they find out, it would just cause more trouble.

“Rindou Haitani.”

The woman’s eyes widened and so did the man on the right. The old man saw their reactions and turned to face them, “What? What is it?”

The man got up and whispered in his ear for a moment. He took a second before turning to the woman and sending her a look.

“I really want her to be happy.” She said after a few moments. Mikey sat at the opposite end of the table confused but didn’t say anything.

“Even after she paralysed your daughter?” The yakuza boss asked the woman and she nodded, “it was an accident. Right Manjiro?” Everyone in the room turned to face him and he nodded, “Yes. He regrets it to this day, and if he could go back in time he would.”

“We just made up yesterday, I don’t want her to be even sadder if anything happens to him,” she spoke to the man at the front of the table in a harsh whisper. “Please, for the sake of her.”

The man at the front sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose deep in thought. He turned to face his son, who sent him a look agreeing with the woman.

“Okay. Fine, I forgive him, but only on one condition.” He spoke sternly to Mikey.

“What is it?”

“You work under us. We need your strength, I’ve heard about your feats and it’s pretty incredible. When we call you— you respond immediately, got it?”

Mikey took a moment before nodding, “I’ll accept this offer.”

“Okay good. You can tell your friend all is forgiven, and he has to visit her as soon as she gets better. Help her regain her memory and stuff.”

“Thank you ..?.”

“Oh sorry for the lack of introductions,” the man said with a smile on his face, “this is my daughter in law Sara Aoki, and this is her husband Kiyoshi L/N. I am Kohaku L/N.”

“Nice to meet you,” Mikey stood up from the table and walked over to shake their hands. “I promise Rindou will be on his best behaviour from now on. Please send me any updates regarding the girl.”

“Thank you for coming Manjiro.” Your mother sent him a wave as security escorted him downstairs. As soon as the door shut your father let out a loud groan.

“Well, gotta treat Rindou right if you want to get on yns good side,” he laughed and patted his father on the back.

“I still can’t believe she fell in love with the dude who paralysed her step sister. What sort of love triangle is this?” Your mother said stunned at the conclusion of this.

“Y/n doesn’t know she has a step sister.” Your grandfather commented. “Don’t tell her either.”

“She deserves to know though. This is important family issues.”

“There are some things that deserve to be kept secret. You saw how happy she looked when talking about Rindō yesterday. Imagine how she would feel about all this.” Your father came to your aid, watching your mothers face soften.

“When she finds out, and she gets mad at us for not telling her the full truth of our family,” your mother stood up, “don’t be shocked if she cuts herself off from us.”

“She won’t. I won’t let her,” your grandfather spoke up now, “she means the world to me, and I want her to be happy.”

“Then tell her.” Your mother spoke sternly, “normally I would be against telling her but— but this is serious!”

“Drop it honey.” Your father slammed his fist on the table. “It’s too early to tell her. Please just, just drop it.”

Your mother sighed, “If she finds out from Rindō, i’ll never forgive the two of you.”

“Rindō doesn’t know shit about our family. You aren’t even her real—,”

“Dad! Don’t.” your father cut his dads sentence short, glaring at him. “Don’t bring that up.”

Your mother had tears in her eyes as she stormed out the room, your dad following after her. Your grandfather sighed, “This family is a fuckin’ mess...”

***

The truth has been revealed 🫣🫣🫣 idk if this chapter was confusing or not sorry if it was but here’s a short summary

the “her” at the end was referring to you.

you have a unknown step sister who was the girl Rindō paralysed, your grandfather on ur dads side is a yakuza boss, your father works under him and your mother works under your father.

that’s all u need to know rn💯

[thencomethecherryblossoms]

It’s All For You

Are we surprised that the first time I write a oneshot its for these two? 

Anyway, episode 9 ruined me. So I rewrote that scene and broke my heart all over again.

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“You and Lita look great together.”

The words left her mouth steady enough, but they were accompanied with the feeling of wrongness, the overwhelming want to take them back. Both only grew as Thyme looked up, eyes slanting in confusion before a smile replaced it.

This is how he should always look, Gorya thought. He deserves to always smile. 

“What’s up with you? Why the sarcasm?”

“I wasn’t being sarcastic. You and Lita are right for each other,” avoiding his eyes, she continued, “in terms of business, lineage. You’re in the same social circle. On top of everything, Lita’s gorgeous.” The smile had completely disappeared off of his face by the time she’d stopped talking and started eating.

“Okay,” he mumbled, picking himself up and rounding the table. She tried to ignore the spark that emanated up her arm as he grabbed her wrist and pulled her upwards. “Lets go talk outside.” 

He led her outside, dragging the gate open and bringing her to a stop in the middle of the road and turning to her. “Let’s have it out. What’s the matter? Why the hell did you say that, Gorya?”

“Was I wrong? With Lita, you don’t have to struggle.”

For approval. Unlike being with me.

Thyme sighed. “What is this, Gorya? Are you still hung up on that girl? I told you I’m going to handle it.” Taking a hold of her hands, his eyes widened and she felt her resolve crack. “If we get through this, it’s smooth sailing.”

“Smooth sailing?” She scoffed and stepped back. “Do you even know what that means?” Thyme’s face fell and she kept going. “I get the part where you want me to be patient. But,” her voice cracked, “the more I’m patient, the more I realise just how big your world is. We’ve been fighting against the tide this whole time. Can’t we just admit that even if we do get through this, there’ll just be more problems? How long do I have to be patient?”

I don’t want to wait anymore. Not to be with you. Not to call you my boyfriend. Not for us both to be happy.

Finally, the tears started. “I’m tired. Actually, scratch that. I’m exhausted, Thyme. I should just stay in my world. And you,” she smiled sadly, “you should be with someone who is right for you.”

“You’re right for me. You’re...” Thyme breathed in. “You’re the only one who is right for me.”

Oh, Thyme. Please don’t.

“We can be together,” he continued. “We’re always together anyway. This ‘your world, my world’ thing is complete bullshit, you know that, right?”

“I need you to open your eyes and see how different we are. How impossible it is for us to be together.” She looked at him, swallowing the lump in her throat. “No matter how much we both want it.”

The light that had died in his eyes came back within a second. “If you want this just as much as I do, what’s the problem? I’ve been trying, haven’t I? Trying to be better? Trying to be worth it?”

Yes. To all of it. You’re better, you’re worth it. I promise.

“That’s the thing, Thyme. With Lita, you wouldn’t have to try.”

“Hey, hey, look at me.” Thyme put his hands on her shoulders. “I would rather try with you for the rest of my damn life, than not for even a day with her. You know why?”

She sniffed. “Why?”

“Because I love you. So, so much. No one else.”

She stared at him, at Thyme Akira Paramaanantra, at the boy she loved, at the boy she was letting go of. He had been hurt so many times before and Gorya wanted nothing less than to add to that. She wanted to make him happy. She wanted him to be hers, even if it was for a little while.

It was that thought that sent her forward, hands finding home on either side of his neck, lips muffling the surprised yelp that escaped his own, before he relaxed, his hands sliding down to her waist. 

I love you, she thought. I love you and this is killing me. I love you and I don’t want to do this, I don’t want to hurt you. I love you and it should be me going to events with you, not Lita. I love you and -

She pulled away slowly, blinking the tears from her eyes. “I’m sorry.”

“What?” Thyme sounded dazed as his eyes opened and Gorya stamped down the giggle that threatened to escape. “You don’t have to be sorry. Not for anything, not ever.” He grabbed her hands and brought them to his mouth, lips grazing the skin gently. “I know it’s going to be hard but I promise I’ll protect you. I’m not going to let anyone or anything hurt you.” He smiled and Gorya lost her breath at just how handsome he was.

She was saved from replying by the appearance of a familiar vehicle at the mouth of the road. Thyme turned his head, grip on her hands loosening as he realised who it was.

“Did you... Did you tell my family, Gorya?” 

“You need to go back, Thyme. And I need to stay here.”

The security team reached them and took a hold of him by the arms, beginning to drag him back towards the car. “Take your hands off me! Gorya, Gorya! Let me go!”

Gorya turned her back, letting tears stream down her cheeks as Thyme’s shouting was finally cut off by the sound of a car slamming shut, followed by an engine revving and moving off and away. Back to where it belonged. 

It was only when she was alone that she sunk to the floor, letting the tears fall freely, her sobs coming in loud, unstoppable waves.

Please don’t hate me. Everything I’m doing... It’s all for you.

[bokutoslittlebird]

Cupid’s Arrow + Cynar + blue twist + ice

Includes — Oikawa Tōru, Iwaizumi Hajime, Matsukawa Issei, Hanamaki Takahiro, Kunimi Akira, Kindaichi Yūtarō

Warnings: incest (biological and pseudo/step), in an AU where you’re the sister of all of them, absent parents, Omegaverse, knotting, oral (m. and f. receiving), spitroasting, double vaginal penetration, creampie(s), dubcon/noncon (it’s implied)

As the only omega to Iwaizumi Akirhiro it was up to you to take care of your brothers when your parents left to go on a vacation, just the two of them. Your father had married several women, aiming to increase his wealth and fortune through business contracts that bled into marriage contracts, with you and your biological brother being the first children from his first wife. Hajime and you were close and as close can be, always having each other’s backs. Then Oikawa Aimi came into your lives and then your mother was hardly ever seen, and you got a new brother. Then, it repeated itself as if your father couldn’t be satisfied with just one woman or he got a woman pregnant and had to quickly arrange marriage to avoid scandals.

It felt like they were never there for you.

When the door shuts and they leave to go on vacation, you’re well aware your duties start then. Tōru begs for you to play with him, your favorite younger brother, while Takahiro begs for you to make him a strawberry cake. Akira and Yūtarō are the youngest, but they aim to have your attention all to themselves, as well. Hajime is the only who breaks them up, as he is not only the eldest but also the most dominant alpha. Letting you go off to do what you need to do, he forces them to stay busy and leave you alone.

Well, he tries.

Throughout the day, you find each of your darling brothers beside you and inside you. Hajime isn’t much better, but he waits until you’re done with everything, always the best for last. Issei is the first, he always is, since he misses out on Hajime’s wrath and goes to the kitchen for some breakfast. His stature looms over yours, arms caging you in as he lazily grins down at you. Hands stop what they’re doing, putting down the dishes and washing the soapy suds off your hands before you turn towards him, ready to ask what he would like for breakfast.

“You, what else?” He leans down to press a kiss to your forehead, a sweet and wholesome gesture, yet his wandering hands speak a different tune. Large hands dive into your shorts, past the waistband of your panties and his fingers slide into your slick pussy, already accumulating a bit of arousal. His lips move down, his legs bending into a kneeling position until he’s on the floor, his nose pressed into your flimsy shorts. He makes quick work of them, pulling them down and away, hiking you onto the counter to give him more room to have access to you. Fingers go back to the slick, spreading your folds for his awaiting eyes as you close your eyes and turn your head. The scent wafting off Issei in waves is intense, the whole house can probably smell it, despite how large it is.

A tongue presses to your clit, lips covering it and sucking as you squeak from the sensation. So caught up in your thoughts, you forgot about the position you are currently in. Issei doesn’t want your attention anywhere else, dark eyes looking up at you as he presses his tongue against your sensitive skin, lips sucking on your clit as his fingers dive in and out of you, prepping you for something much, much bigger.

Issei doesn’t let you finish on his fingers and mouth, much preferring to feel your walls spasming around is cock and his knot. His attire consists of sweatpants, easily pulled down with his boxers for his cock to spring free as it bounces against his abdomen, precum beads dripping down the shaft. The scene doesn’t last long, your head being forced back as he nudges it up with his nose, placing his head in the crook as he pushes himself into your cunt. He’s large and thick, his knot is always the hardest to take, but you accept it without any qualms. It’s wrong, you know it is, but you learned a long time ago that they won’t listen to you, so it’s better to keep your mouth shut.

Issei picks up his pace, your cunt squelching with every thrust he gives as his hips slam into yours, large hands keeping him hunched over you as they hold onto the counter. His force feels like it should be shaking the house, but you just hold onto his broad shoulders and take all he can and will give you, hoping his seed won’t take. With a final thrust and a growl, he pushes his knot past your barriers as his mouth covers yours, muffling an ear-piercing scream as he plugs you full. Your insides tingle with the stretch, the added pleasure of his load inside you as your walls gush around his cock, milking him dry as your high rises and falls.

The day is similar in that sense, having Tōru and Takahiro join you in the laundry room, the alpha bending you over the clothes you just folded so he can inspect your pussy, still full and dripping from Issei’s load. Takahiro takes your mouth, his fingers slipping between your lips and spreading your jaw wide, his cock hard and ready to go. He’s only a beta, so he is usually asking for blowjobs since he can’t accidentally orally knot you. Tōru, who presented as an alpha, takes your cunt, his cock hard and already plunging into your depths that has you jerking forward. The perfect opportunity for Takahiro to shove your open mouth on his cock, tip bumping in the back of your throat as you try to not throw up.

They’re both relentless, but they work in tandem as they don’t force your body in two different directions at once. As Tōru thrusts up into you, your head bobs down on Takahiro’s cock, then vice versa. It’s a overwhelmingly full feeling, their scents buzzing in the air around you as you feel yourself drowning in pleasure. With Takahiro’s grip on your hair tight and taut, he keeps your pace on him steady until he feels your tongue swiping over the underside of his head, the most sensitive area on his cock. It’s the final straw, a loud groan as he pushes you on his cock and coats your throat in his cum. Tōru isn’t far behind, his grip tightening on your hips as he slams into you once more, his knot getting caught inside you and a moan, high-pitched and loud, erupts in your ear. Tōru and Issei’s seed is mixed together, plugged by Tōru’s knot as Takahiro presses a kiss to your lips, tongue swiping over the white liquid spilling from your lips.

Akira and Yūtarō will then join you for lunch, the two betas asking for more food because they’re hardly ever sated with just food. You don’t respond to them, you just let their hands roam your body and dip between your legs. With Yūtarō holding you up, proving he can be just as strong as the other alphas in your life, he lets you drop down on his hard cock, with Akira pushing his cock right in beside his brother. They alternate between who thrusts up into you and who’s pulling out, only to push back into you. Legs spread wide open by Akira’s hands, with Yūtarō’s hands helping to lift you and up on both of their cocks, your pussy on full display for the two of them.

Sensitivity ripples through you, the sensation of being absolutely filled to the brim running over your spine as you throw your head back, on Yūtarō’s shoulder, walls clamping around their cocks as they find their own release in your sensitivity. Without the knot, they pull out to let the loads ooze from you, spilling onto Yūtarō’s lap and down the chair. “That was delicious, thank you,” Akira says, pressing a swift peck to your forehead. You still don’t say anything, moving to continue your duties around the house, legs unstable and feeling like jelly.

At the end of the day, Hajime holds you in your bed as you cry. He’s the only one who sees your discomfort, he’s the only one who lets you have a say, but you never tell him no. As the only person there for you, you find it rude to tell him no, letting his frustrations of how his undisciplined brother’s act on your poor pussy, squelching sounds and moans from your bedroom. Water clings to your hair from the shower, a daily cleanse to get rid of everyone’s seed inside you. Hajime refills you, keeping you nice and warm with his own cum, keeping you nice and folded for his cock to spread you open and his arms to keep your legs up. His knot drips from your previous releases on his cock, sending you to three orgasms before he even gets close to his own.

“I love you, I love you so much,” he murmurs, lips pressed to your cheek. You whimper out that you love him, too, you love your nii-san, your beloved big brother, but it’s quickly ruined by the squeal of pleasure as he forces his knot into your cunt, filling you out to the brim as he fills you up. Hot liquid splashed against your walls, your insides eagerly eating it up as they cream on his cock. “I love you, my precious little sister,” a kiss to your lips, loving eyes finding yours. “Don’t ever forget that you were mine first.”

You don’t have the heart to tell him that’s not what you want.

[writerofjourneys]

𝐀 𝐖𝐚𝐥𝐭𝐳 𝐈𝐧 𝐒𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭

Fandom(s): Persona 5

P5 Protagonist/Joker x Fem Reader

Summary: Akira always knows the way to your heart, he proves just that by doing something to cheer you up from a bad day.

One-shot

Content: Fluff, romance, comfort, established relationship.

Warnings: None.

Main List | 𝐉𝐨𝐤𝐞𝐫 | AO3

It was a slow day for Leblanc as the sun began to set. Akira has been helping Sojiro with the customers for the most part since it was a Saturday. For once in a long while Akira’s schedule was cleared, with no plans made he pretty much had the time to himself. No homework, no phantom thievery, no social link rank ups. He decided that he wanted to spend his rare day off with you, his girlfriend.

Considering that you two still had some things to do, you both decided to meet up once the cafe was closed for the day. As the last customer headed out the door, you entered with slowness in your steps, carrying a small bag of essentials. You’ve spent many nights at Leblanc many times already, occasionally borrowing Akira’s shirts that were a little big on you for comfort wear. But you still needed your own clothes. He looked up from his task work to see you, his usual calm expression changing to one of softness and adoration. Which he only ever showed to you.

“Hello, Treasure.” he greets once you took a seat at the counter. Reaching a hand out to rub one side of your cheek.

“Hi, Aki.” you say quietly, immediately leaning into his warm touch with eyes closed, looking content.

“Hey, no PDA in the cafe while we’re still open.” Sojiro scolds playfully. He could never really find it in himself to actually say no to you two. You were pretty much his number one regular, and he grew to be quite fond of Akira. Sojiro always thought that you two worked well with each other, not that he’d say it out loud.

Akira reluctantly moves his hand away, going ahead to make you a cup of your favourite drink. You rest your elbow against the counter, leaning your head on an open palm. Eyes slowly closed with a peaceful expression on your face. The aroma of coffee in the air is comforting, especially with the calming atmosphere in the small establishment now that the customers all left.

“I’m closing up shop. Make sure to keep your mischief behind closed doors.” the man said before finishing up his duties and taking his leave.

“Oh, Lady (Y/N), are you spending the night?” asks Morgana, coming down from the stairs. Jumping onto the counter, he then slides into your lap, giving a purr of approval when you scratched behind his ear.

“Yeah,” you answer. “Is that okay with you, Morgana? I remember when that old mattress used to be cramped with all three of us together.”

It was no secret that you actually hated Akira’s makeshift bed. If it should even be called that. It was just a single sized mattress with two large crates holding it up. The frizzy haired male’s blanket wasn’t even all that thick enough for a chilly winter. When you came to his room for the first time, your attention could only be trained on how poor his sleeping conditions were. You didn’t hold back from telling your lover that it wasn’t good for him to continue slumbering on it for nights on end.

Akira understood what you meant, it wasn’t the greatest thing to sleep on but decent enough. He really doesn’t get tons of rest anyways because of all his dream trips to the Velvet Room.

If there was one pet peeve Akira could only list out about you regarding anyone, is that you hated slouchers. He did have an instinctive habit of lowering his posture as trying to avoid any attention the other students were always giving him. But after bonding with you, Akira soon learned to straighten his back better. It was just one of the things that you’ve helped him out with. Whether it was big or small, the two of you were always able to balance each other well, taking notes of any bad habits.

You especially didn’t hold back from talking to Sojiro about Akira’s bed issue. Holding a dissatisfied expression strong enough to make even the older man nervous. Futaba even chimed in, supporting your opinion on the matter. A week later, the young wildcard finally got a functional and real bed to sleep in with Sojiro’s permission, along with you and the phantom thieves’ help. Though Haru mostly stepped up to the plate as a token of gratitude for helping her.

“You don’t need Morgana’s permission for that, love.” Akira says lightly, handing you the drink he finished making. Which caused Morgana to give the teen a small look of annoyance, to which the male responded with a tease of a smile.

“Can’t you two behave?” you ask with a slight hint of amusement in your voice.

Akira had taken notice of the light bags under your eyes that seemed to dim down, your movements were more sluggish. A frown seemed to be more permanent on your lips. His brows furrowed at the thought, his mind tracing back to anything else you’ve been off about.

During school when you and the noiret were able to spend some time together, which was rare considering the meet ups with the others, you’d lay your head on his shoulder for a short nap. He had no complaints, happy to share these moments with you, no matter how ordinary it was. But you looked so drained and downtrodden for the past few days. Your eyes were a bit hollow, body tense until you’re in close range of Akira’s presence. Despite his obvious worry, he was nevertheless happy that you were more at ease and honest of your feelings with him.

The two of you never really needed to talk in order to understand what was going in your lives. Physical contact was the strongest love language in your relationship. There was never a moment where you didn’t know the troubles going on in your lives, even when apart.

It seems strange to have that knowledge when it came to experiencing romance for the first time. Everything was new and unfamiliar. That’s usually what sparked the saying that first love doesn’t usually last. But when it came to you and Akira, it all felt natural, working like a blend of colours.

Finishing his final task for the day, the frizzy haired male took off his apron and walked around the counter to stand beside you. He quickly thought of a plan set in his mind to make you feel better. Morgana jumped off your lap, letting you rise to your feet. Your cup now empty and put away.

Akira gave you a soft smile as you leaned your body onto his arm, placing a cheek to his shoulder. Ignoring Morgana’s complaint of acting like lovebirds in front of him, the noiret pressed a gentle kiss to your forehead.

“Come on, Treasure. I have something for you.” Akira said softly.

Looking slightly confused, you nevertheless agreed, going up to the attic once Akira turned off the lights, taking yoour bag with you. Morgana trailing not so far behind.

“What is it?” you ask, looking around the room before his face.

“You’ll see.” is all he responds with, a hint of mischief in his tone.

“I’ll leave you two alone for now.” said Morgana before giving his leader a stern look. “You can do whatever you want, but I’m coming back for curfew, got it?” he empathized before making his way back downstairs.

Akira lets out a sigh, “He’s always so strict.”

One side at the edge of your lips moved upwards in form of a small half smile. “Well someone has to keep an eye on you.” you replied lightly. “Morgana’s responsible is all.”

The frizzy haired male looks to your face now, gray eyes twinkling behind those false spectacles of his. “Why would I have him to do that when you’re here instead?” Akira says, tone a bit flirty. He held up your hand that he still held in his grasp up to his mouth, laying a kiss against the back of your palm.

Your cheeks dusted a bit pink, finding it hard to look at his face. Akira was a true trickster, no doubt. To many others, he was calm and rational, keeping an expression that was hard to tell what he was feeling. But he knew how to read others and communicate with a variety of people. Though Akira may not seem like it, his leadership skills always showed at an appropriate time. In Mementos however, his personality took a shift. His Joker side came out, confident and suave with a level head no matter the situation. He was also more flirty, which is always directed towards you, in or out of the Metaverse. He really was like Arsène in many ways.

It told you enough that Akira was as comfortable around you as you were to him. And that fact brought butterflies in your stomach every time.

Akira lets go of your hand once the two of you stood in the middle of the attic. He takes your bag for you, putting it beside his bed. When he was reached near his desk, he removes his glasses, placing them on top. The noiret then fishes out his phone, turning it on he starts scrolling through it, seemingly looking for something.

You tilt your head, brows furrowed at your boyfriend’s actions, but decided to let him do whatever he had planned.

It only took a moment, but once Akira found what he was looking for, his let out a small smile. A slow song began to play out loud from his phone, surprising you slightly. It was soft and mellow, creating a relaxing atmosphere over the silence of the room.

The noiret then turns and walks over to you. Standing directly in front of you, you could see Akira’s face more clearly now that those black frames were gone. There was a loving expression on him, gray eyes twinkling as the smile on his lips stayed.

With an open hand reaching out to you, his other forearm went behind his back. Akira gave a slight bow, where his forehead almost touched yours. His attention only on you, observing the small confusion you held at his gesture.

“Care for a dance, Treasure?” he asks.

Staring at your lover’s offer for a second, you accept, placing your own hand on top of his. A sudden shyness overtaking you when he pulls you closer. Akira moves your arms to wrap his shoulders while he held onto your waist.

The two of you danced slowly in sync to the gentle flow of the song. His cheek rested on top of your head as your ear was pressed to his chest, paying close attention to his heartbeat. Akira’s embrace was warm and inviting as it always was.

Your eyes closed at the tender moment shared between you. By this point the night was beginning to set, a soft light shining on you and Akira from the window. The scenery made it even more tranquil and everything sweet that left you wanting to melt. If you could only do anything forever with him, this would be it.

Akira then gives you a twirl, which transitions to a dip. Staring into each other’s eyes, love is reflected between them, faces soft and unburdened.

“I love you, Treasure.” Akira whispers.

“I love you, Wildcard.” you say back.

He brings you back up, reaching one hand to rub the back of your head as the other rested on your lower back. Akira leans his forehead to touch yours, this was the part where you felt nothing but contentment.

Morgana pops his head up to check in after a while. When he saw the small waltz you two were doing, he couldn’t help but look relaxed. He kept his distance to not ruin the moment, choosing to wait until the dance was over to come in.

“You really know how to get to my heart, huh?” you said with a small giggle.

Akira smiles pleasantly, gaze holding the playfulness of his phantom thief counterpart as he admired the sky light. “Of course, what thief would I be if I didn’t know my Treasure?” Your lips soon connect, moving slow yet passionate, attention solely on each other as everything faded into the background.

“When you need me I’ll be there. Okay?” says Akira when you two pull back to take a breath. “You don’t have to hold back when you’re with me, no matter how ugly it is.”

You look at him in wonder for a moment, understanding that he referred to the bad times you’ve been feeling lately. Akira really was something else. Your eyes soon became glassy, a deep exhale coming out as you throw your arms around his neck to pull him closer. Akira reciprocates it just as strongly. It feels like a huge weight has been lifted from your being, letting you be completely open with him.

“I won’t.” you assure before the two of you continued with your dance, basking in each other’s touch through the night.

[mymegumi]

aere perrenius

pairing: akaashi keiji x gn!reader

genre: fluff, strangers to lovers, writer!akaashi and librarian!reader

word count: 2.7k words

warnings: disgusting amounts of fluff

summary: more lasting than bronze. a once in a lifetime opportunity turns into a twice in a lifetime chance, and before you realize it, it just turns into a potential lifetime

dedicated: to miss issy ( @cafemiya ) kind beyond words, incredible beyond compare

You’d once thought that life was cruel to you, a single librarian that ended up helping children find picture books and nasty teenagers that had to pay their overdue library fees. You often just moved through the movements, walking to the library every single day, picking up coffees for everyone that worked with you that day, and nothing ever really changed.

Until today.

Today, when you walked into the coffee shop that was only a block away from the library—a small little out of the way place that served the best croissants with chocolate butter you’d ever had before—you were shocked to note that there was another singular figure in the shop with you.

Typically when you went in, it was early enough in the morning that you beat out the high schoolers and people who went to their 9-5 jobs, yet you always managed to miss the people who worked night shifts, so the barista often told you.

Today, however, there was a singular figure sitting at a table, laptop on the table with a small white mug of coffee in his hands, glasses perched precariously on the bridge of his nose as he seemed intent to read whatever it is was on his screen.

His hair was curling over thin golden frames, flowing over his forehead and spilling against his ears as he pressed his lips to the coffee mug, blue eyes focused on the words before him. The morning light had not yet seemed to crest the mountains of skyscrapers that littered the Japanese skyline, so the warm lights of the cafe seemed to soften the edges around him, making him angelic as he just relaxed there.

Perhaps it was the pure shock of seeing him, or even just the lack of sleep you always seemed to suffer from in the mornings following a weekend, but something led to your mistake of forgetting to conceal your admiration of him.

In your trance of adoration, you simply forget the cafe has a bell over the door.

He glances his up when he finishes taking a sip from his drink, offering a smile your way in the way that two people up way too early would share a smile with each other—as if only the two of you knew the secrets that the sunrise would whisper if only you would wake early enough to listen.

“Your usual?”

The barista, a sweet girl named Akira who seemed to be pumped full of espresso for she was way too peppy for this time of the hour, draws your attention away from the man sitting by himself at the window table.

“To go, right?” When you shake your head, she laughs slightly, inputting your usual order into the computer just for her to end up making it only a few seconds later, “What’s with the change today, you always take it straight to the library.”

When she sees you steal a glance at the mysterious stranger, she leans in with a hand cupped around her mouth, devastatingly wicked glint in her eyes as she whispers to you, “He came in a couple of minutes of go, saying he’s new in town. A writer, if you could believe it. Maybe you could warm him up to the area?”

“I have to go to work soon,” you hiss back softly, feeling the warmth take over your cheeks as you resolutely refuse to look back at him in case he heard her gossiping.

“Yet, you’re taking your coffee here?”

She, unfortunately, raises her eyebrows suggestively at you as she slides your drink to you in a small white mug resting on a dish, steaming and hot with a less heated croissant on a separate dish. You make a noise of disbelief as you carefully adjust your bag on your shoulder, taking your breakfast with you to a seat, not too close to the writer and yet not too far away that you are unable to admire him.

Pulling out a book from your bag, you are content to just read and settle in for a few minutes that you would normally spend in the library doing random work until the doors unlocked. It’s a newer novel you’d just picked up from a bookstore, and it was only because the author would be visiting the library soon, so you wanted to get a feel for the writing style, in case there were any questions that the people had for the staff.

“A good read, is it?”

You don’t really register that anyone is talking to you, at first, instead intent on just reading In Regards to Aces before it clicks in your mind two facts; one, that you are indeed holding a book and reading, and two, that you are only one of three people in the establishment, not to mention one of the three was just a barista making herself a coffee.

When it hits you that the stupidly attractive man at the window is indeed talking to you, you shove a bookmark in the spot you were reading as you turn to him, “Ah, yeah, it is, though I don’t have much to say on it considering I just started reading it.”

“Initial thoughts, then?” His smile soothes you a bit, making you relax from the initial tension you’d felt, “I’ve found the author tends to use verbiage that rambles on, but that’s my own opinion on it.”

“Well, from what I have read so far,” you set the book on the table, star embellished cover twinkling in the lights of the cafe, “I like the way that the author describes the character’s feelings—it felt really authentic, and added to the atmosphere for the story.”

“Well, just wait until you read the ending,” he raises an eyebrow at you and a playful look comes across his face for a second before disappearing, “it’s a real gutwrencher, honestly, I’m surprised the author had decided to take it in that direction.”

“Well, hopefully I’ll be able to read a good part of it before the end of the day,” you muse, hand running idly along the edges of the pages, “I’m hoping to be able to talk to the author during the meet and greet later today at the library.”

He makes a thoughtful noise, a small content smile on his face as he sets his mug down on the saucer. There’s a look in his eyes, something that says that he knows something that you don’t, and yet when you go to ask about it, he says instead, “Tell me what you think of it when you finish it, I’d love to hear your thoughts on it.”

You watch as he begins to pack up his things, tucking the laptop away into a sleek black backpack, all while sipping gingerly on your drink, “Of course, perhaps I’ll see you again, I’m usually here before work.”

“I look forward to it.”

He shoots you a smile over his shoulder as he leaves the cafe, throwing away his things and setting aside his dishes before he exits. Watching him walk down the street, you let out a breath you didn’t know you were holding.

“Gosh,” Akira’s voice makes you jump in your seat slightly, “he was really pretty; you think he was a model?”

“I don’t know, but he could be if he wanted to be,” you smile to yourself as you check your phone, swearing as you realize you might be a few minutes late, “I gotta get to work, I’ll see you tomorrow morning!”

Chugging the rest of your drink, of which has cooled significantly, you end up rushing out of the door of the coffee shop, leaving a good tip for Akira before you go.

A meet-cute. Is that what that would’ve been considered?

Walking into the library, you have a dopey smile on your lips, and the meeting from the morning lets you float your way through work as if your feet haven’t touched the ground.

The writer meet and greet wasn’t for another few hours so when you were putting books back on the shelves, and when the flow of people tended to slow down, your nose was tucked gently into the pages of the book you’d picked up.

It was wonderfully written, with words that seemed to suck you in and captivate you, unable to truly pay attention to what you needed to be doing. You were so ecstatic to be meeting the author, to be able to see what sort of person they’d turned out to be.

They had been pretty secretive, declining interviews left and right and no one has been able to figure out who they were. No one really knew if Akaashi Keiji was their real name, or just a pen name either, a ghost writer who wanted to leave their mark on the world without claiming any credit for the impression they’d leave behind.

Truth be told, it was something you admired in them.

There was something special about someone wanting to create something, and yet walking about their daily life knowing that not a single person would recognize them for it. They weren’t doing it for fame, or for money, but because they truly enjoyed writing and creating books for people to enjoy.

“If you keep yourself in that book, you’ll never get these shelves done,” shit, you’d thought you tucked yourself far enough into the autobiography section that your coworker, Kaori, wouldn’t be able to find you, “what book is it this time?”

“In Regards to Aces…”

She raises an eyebrow at you, glancing at the big poster of the book’s cover displayed only a few feet away from the pair of you, “Uh-huh, gonna suck up to the writer? Get you a rich, anonymous sugar daddy?”

“Pft,” you smile at her with a crooked grin, “let’s be inclusive here, we don’t know if they identify as a guy, Kaori.”

She shrugs a shoulder at you as you begin to push the cart filled with returned books into the aisle, making your way to the front of the library, “Actually, Akaashi and I went to high school together. When he got famous, everyone at our school, like, made a silent pact to respect his privacy.”

“You know the Akaashi Keiji?” You give her an incredulous look, feet planting firmly in front of the help desk of the library, “As in, coming to our library, has won multiple National Book Awards in a row for their novels Akaashi Keiji?”

“Yeah,” she picks something off of her shirt with a sour look on her face, “I’m pretty sure Bokuto threatened a guy that said he’d leak Akaashi’s school name, but it might’ve been the whole group of them, honestly.”

“Bokuto…” you look at her with a bewildered look in your eyes, “Bokuto Koutarou, MSBY wing spiker, Bokuto?”

“Yeah,” she smiles brightly at you, which you quickly erase with a hand smacking her firmly in the arm, “Oh my god, what was that for?!”

“For not telling me you were surrounded by future celebrities in high school?!”

“Oh, as if there isn’t one person from your school that got famous,” Kaori levels a glare at you as she rubs her arm.

The pair of you are sitting at the reception area now at the front of the library, watching people flow into the seating area set up for the meet and greet. A copy of the book’s cover is set up next to the author’s seat, which is on a small raised platform behind a small red barrier.

“I’m pretty sure a kid in the grade above me moved to Argentina?” She laughs at your answer, a hand over her mouth as someone steps up to the desk, taking both of your attention away from the conversation, “Hey, how can we help yo— oh! Hi, again, how are you?”

Standing before you, straps of his backpack slipping off of his shoulders and glasses sliding down the bridge of his nose. There’s a little bit of a smile on his lips as he sighs, “Oh. Hello, I’m good. I rushed here because I was worried about being late—Kaori?”

“Akaashi,” she smiles at him, hand reaching out to shake his hand easily as you stare at the both of them flabbergasted, “Didn’t you get my text earlier about you coming to the library?”

“No, I was busy with the moving vans,” he turns his gaze on you and you swear your mouth dries up a little bit, “After I got a cup of coffee, I was arguing with the movers about a van of stuff that got lost. Turns out they were on the wrong side of town.”

“You mean to tell me,” you interrupt, hand coming up to stop Kaori from speaking, eyes trained on the wavy-haired man in front of you, “that you asked for my opinion on your book? Your own book?”

He gives a cheeky grin, teeth showing as he raises an eyebrow, “It’s easier to hear honest opinions if people don’t know I’m the author.”

You roll your eyes at him before he turns back to Kaori for a quick second, “Kaori, would you mind getting me some water, oh and maybe even a snack?”

She nods easily, hair swishing lightly as she pats you on the back and leaves, “‘Course, meet you up on the stage, bigshot.”

When she leaves, there’s a bit of an awkward silence, something like you don’t know what to say, and yet you know if you were to say anything, something might change. It’s only a feeling, but you suddenly want to spend as much time with this man as possible.

Now in the late afternoon light, you study him in a way you didn’t get to before. The warm sunlight that filters in through the windows makes his hair seem a bit light, but still just as unruly as it was this morning. His eyes are inquisitive, sharp in a way that observes and analyzes all within a moment’s notice.

There are patches of red and blue light dancing along his shoulders, refractions from the sun through the stained glass windows. His shirt is a little wrinkled but otherwise neat, one of the sides untucked as his loose tie hangs from around his neck.

He’s even prettier in the daylight, you decide.

“I’m sorry lied to you this morning,” his voice drops a little bit, inflection careful as he looks at you, “I promise I won’t lie to you anymore, if that means anything.”

“Well, if I catch wind of you lying,” you start, sidestepping the swinging door of the counter to start walking towards the stage area, “I’ll make your life a living nightmare, I know where you get your coffee, sir.”

“Oh, not the coffee,” He holds his hands up in surrender, “I loved their dark roast, where else in the town am I supposed to get it?”

“That, mister, sounds like a you problem,” you want to see him smile more, is the first thing you think when he laughs, “but only if you get on my bad side.”

“Do you think going out for dinner sometime might put me on your good side?”

There are moments in life that can shatter and alter the way that you think and perceive things for the future. For instance, that one time a teacher had given you a recommendation on a book had jumpstarted your love of reading which had turned into a job with lovely friends. If not for that one teacher, who knew where you would be now, because life is funny and doesn’t work out the way you think it will when things aren’t set exactly in motion.

This is one of those moments, and you know it is, because as he asks you out on, assumably, on a date, you envision a life for yourself.

A life filled with moments and snapshots with Akaashi Keiji at your side. He kisses your cheek one morning as you both make coffee for each other, his hand is warm on the small of your back as he leads you through the grocery store, and his voice is loving as he whispers to you at night before you fall asleep.

Now, you’ve always been somewhat a romantic, but you think this is the first time you’ve ever envisioned a life like this upon a second meeting. As Akaashi waits for your response, face neutral but content, you smile to yourself.

“Yeah,” you respond, leaning close to bump your shoulder against his gently, “I think getting dinner might boost your standings with me.”

[satorinni]

𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐢𝐩𝐢𝐭𝐲 - a kyoutani x reader smau

► scheming

Akira wasn’t always the best brother to his sister, or the best boyfriend to his exes. But he sure as hell was a damn good friend. Which is exactly why he banded together a group of the most dysfunctional boys he had ever met, in an attempt to get his best friends to realize they were meant to be together. He figured it was the least he could do for Kyoutani, the only somewhat sensible friend he had (besides Iwaizumi of course). Though, deciding to gather at Semi’s apartment was probably not the best idea he had that day. 

“Why are we here?” Shirabu, clearly annoyed by the sudden plans, leaned against the kitchen wall, away from all of them gathered near the island. 

Tendou slides behind Shirabu and puts his hands on his shoulders. Shirabu doesn’t seem to care, acting as if it were a regular occurrence. Everyone else looks up in confusion, trying to figure out where the hell Tendou came from. 

“Our favorite kouhai here invited us to Semi’s for a playdate, isn’t that right, Nimi?” Kunimi had picked up Mattsun & Makki from their apartment, and had texted all the boys, save for Kentarou, to meet at Semi’s. Iwa & Oikawa had just shown up, as well as Shirabu, but Kunimi had no idea where Tendou appeared from, unsurprisingly.  

“Satori, were you doing blow in my bathroom again?” Semi pulls open the fridge and slides a six pack of coke across the counter. 

“Again?” Oikawa pipes up from the counter near the sink, arms wrapping around Iwaizumi as he leans back against the counter between Tooru’s legs. 

Makki snatches a coke and cracks it open, he chuckles before taking a sip. “Is this a regular occurrence?” Him and Mattsun shoot each other a grin as Tendou struts into the kitchen behind Kunimi’s stool. 

“Semi-semi, that was once, and it was your laundry room, not your bathroom. I didn’t want to interrupt you  while you were shaving your no-no parts.”  He ruffles Kunimi’s hair and makes his way past Semi, who is now leaning against the fridge. “I was actually in your room teaching Kurt how to sit.” He reaches up to a cupboard near the stove, pulling out a half empty bottle of Fireball.  

“Kurt?” Iwaizumi raises an eyebrow questioningly. Tendou flicks off the cap and takes a swig, seemingly unbothered by the burning sensation left by the whiskey. 

“My ball python.” Semi rolls his eyes at Tendou’s teasing remarks, but swipes the bottle from him. “Relax with this shit, I’m trying to save some for the party tomorrow.” He caps it and returns it to its place in the cabinet, much to Tendou’s dismay. 

“You’re no fun, Semi-semi.” He leans towards the center of the counter to grab a coke, frowning at Semi. “This is why Kurt likes me more than you.” Makki and Mattsun are cracking up at Tendou’s antics, while the rest of them try to hide their growing smiles. As strange as he was, they had to admit, Satori was one entertaining individual. 

Semi sighs and walks towards the living room, plopping down on the farthest end of the couch. “So Kunimi, as much as I’d like to play dress up & Barbie’s with you, or whatever kids do nowadays, mind telling me what was so urgent that you had to bring all these shitheads to my apartment on a Thursday evening?” 

Akira sighs and stands up, grabbing a coke before making his way to the couch. “It’s about y/n and Kyoutani.” Mattsun raises an eyebrow, about to speak before he’s cut off by Oikawa’s gasp.

He pushes Iwa forward and slides off the counter, making his way to the living room before putting two hands on the back of the couch. “What information do you have?” He asks incredulously. The rest of the boys make their way into the living room, most of them finding a spot on Semi’s large sectional. Makki sits on the floor near the TV, while Tendou lays down near the coffee table. 

“They both texted me this morning.” Kunimi casually states, taking a swig of his drink. “About each other.” Oikawa claps excitedly before making his way into Iwaizumi’s lap. 

“See, I told you Iwa-chan. They’re in loveeee.” Iwa flicks his forehead then motions for Akira to keep talking. 

“Apparently, right before they fucked, they both confessed to each other.” Everyone lets out their amused comments, most of them along the lines of ‘finally’ and ‘thank god’. Kunimi rubs at the back of his neck and stares at his drink. “The problem is, neither of them remember the other's confession, only their own.” 

“You gotta be fucking kidding me.” Mattsun laughs and shakes his head in disbelief. Makki tilts his head in confusion. “Wait so-” Shirabu cuts him off, explaining.

“So Kyoutani finally told her how he feels, but doesn’t remember her response, and he’s worried he fucked things up with her. And that’s why he’s avoiding her.” Kunimi furrows his brows and is about to speak before Tendou sits up abruptly, announcing, “And y/n professed her love for him, but since she was too drunk to remember what he said, she thinks he’s avoiding her because she freaked him out.” He grins and lays back down, before exclaiming: “Hah! What a classic case of miscommunication!” 

They all nod in agreement when Kunimi speaks up again. “Yeah, yeah that’s actually exactly what happened. How’d you guys know he’s avoiding her?” 

Semi snorts, “Are you kidding me? She won’t shut the fuck up about it, she’s been complaining in the groupchat for the past three days.”

They all laugh at this, typical y/n. Oikawa hums, then says, “So you want us to help them get together?” He gives Kunimi a soft smile. Even though he was known for being unconcerned about most things, if there was one thing you could expect from Akira, it was that he would alway have your back. 

He shrugs and gives a look of disinterest. “Yeah, figured we owe it to them. Plus, then we can get y/n off our backs, right?” 

They all nod in agreement, everyone chiming in with different ways to get them together. 

They brainstorm for about an hour before Shirabu says, “I don’t see why they can’t just talk to each other about it?” This makes Makki and Mattsun start laughing, while Kunimi cracks a smile. 

“Yeah right, they’ve already been friends their whole life, and look how little progress they’ve made.” Mattsun nods over to Iwa and Oikawa. “They’re worse than those two, and they fucked in high school more times than I’d like to think about.” This makes Makki laugh even more. 

Iwa shakes his head and hides his face behind Oikawa, who laughs at this. “Hey, it’s not my fault Iwa-chan was too stubborn to admit how he felt. He’s emotionally constipated, can’t blame the poor thi-” He cuts himself off with a shriek as Iwa pinches into his sides. 

The boys laugh and continue to come up with ways to get you and Kyoutani together. Another hour passes when they finally decide on the perfect plan. They all pick their jobs, as if your relationship is a top secret mission they’re all in on. Surprisingly, they all agree to this elaborate scheme to set you and Kyoutani up, but this was as important to them as it was to you. Despite how much of a nuisance you can be to all of them, they could never deny you of your happiness, even if it means kissing your ass sometimes. But then again, what are friends for? 

next track ➤➤ stupid

being in love with your best friend is hard. specially when she’s a certified wild card who takes “yolo” way too seriously. (or mad dog has been in love w/ y/n for too long, but she moves too fast to notice.)

𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 - send an ask to be added!

a/n: im back bbs<3 this feels rlly rushed bc i got the plot idea at 2am so i wrote it all at once, n it’s kind of a filler anyways its been a while dont kill me if its shitty...

taglist...

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[emsvegetables]

“Can I pls request Kunimi relationship hcs? 🥺💗” “can i request kunimi and semi boyfriend hcs?”

ahhh sarah ( @a-simp-for-haikyuu ) and anon, i hope you like this hehe! i combined them bc they’re essentially the same heh

Kunimi:

* the KING of not caring about shit!!!!

* but he cares the most about you 🥰🥺

* like he really couldn’t care less about others, but he makes an effort to care about you hehe

* his pet names for you?

* your name.

* JUST KIDDING RIRJDJDJ

* when he’s feeling extra soft he’ll call you “sugar” and “baby”

* kddjjdjjfjdjdjdjdjdjdjdjddnsn

* he calls you sugar bc whenever he looks at you, there’s a warm feeling in his chest just like whenever he eats caramel pudding!!!!

* he’ll occasionally pull the most sweetest actions for you, one of them being just passing you his jacket if he notices you shiver.

* another is him just taking that heavy pile of books out of your hand while you’re walking home one day.

* another is him nudging you to walk on the inside of the path so he’s on the outside, nearer to the cars.

* another is him noticing a hole that you’re about to step into, so he just casually pulls you aside just as you’re about to step into it.

* AND

* idk but he strikes me as the type that likes to run their fingers through their s/o’s hair!

* he likes your hair soft and fluffy <3!!!

* and also, do you know what type of boyfriend he is?

* “Akira, i cant sleep.”

* “i can. goodnight, see you tomorrow.”

* DIDIDIDIDIDIDJDJDJEJE

* ):(

* he really values his sleeping time okay!!!!!!

* if he’s on the train with you he’ll rest his head on yours and close his eyes. DIDJFJFJF

* he doesn’t really get jealous bc he trusts you to do what’s right, but the one time he got jealous...

* it was at a game.

* you came to cheer him on!!!

* and he was sosososo HAPPY!!!!

* but he just nodded at you with a small smile.

* vv cute!!!

* but then his eyes narrow when they catch sight of A GUY approaching you.

* and you laugh and smile at the guy???

* and then you hug the guy????

* something ignites in him that day LOL

* so he approaches you FAST.

* “who’s this, sugar?”

* you’re still talking to that guy ):(

* so he just SLIPS his hand over your shoulders, and pulls you close to him.

* ITS THE FIRST TIME HE EVER DID THAT!!!

* “i’m Kunimi. and you are?”

* “(Y/N)’s cousin, nice to meet you.”

* “oh. nice to meet you.”

* IDKDDIDIDIDI

Semi:

* ahhhh SEMI EITA ahhhh

* he loves you so much!!!

* he’s the softest for you fjdjdjdjd

* he has a lot of nicknames for you.

* but his favourites are “kitten”, “sweetheart”, and “my love”.

* he switches between the three of them constantly!!!

* is actually the sweetest to you????

* he brings the bentos he made in the morning to school for you all the time :D!!! he actually cooks pretty well!!!!

* also gives you his jacket whenever you’re cold and laugh at how small you look in it.

* he’ll instantly lace his fingers with yours while the both of you are walking home together after school, no questions asked.

* he’ll watch you bump into a wall and LAUGH HIS ASS OFF DIDKDJDJDJD

* he’s the type of boyfriend that’ll write a song dedicated to you!!!!!

* and no it’s not those cringey ass ones!!!

* there’s a soft, pretty tinkle to the song while he sings it to you!!!!

* dates with him pretty much are either going out to really pretty places!!! OR

* staying at home to chill while he plays the guitar for you!!!!

* both are pretty good!!!!!!

* Semi gets REALLY jealous easily.

* he trusts you wholeheartedly, though, so he doesn’t really step in unless he thinks you need help!!!!

* he just GLARES from the sidelines LMFAOOO

* one of the times he got jealous was when you came to the games to support him!!!

* and also act as the team’s unofficial manager!!!!

* then he saw that...JOHZENJI DUDE HITTING ON YOU??????

* so he STORMS forward and abandons his practice.

* coach Washijio doesn’t even bother bc he’s rarely seen Semi angry so eh!!! let him go!!!!

* “(Y/N), sweetheart,” he grits out, “you alright?”

* eidididididj

* he’s protectively sliding his hand around your waist.

* he’s glaring at the Johzenji dude!!!

* and when the dude finally gets it and backs off, he sighs and looks back at you.

* “c’mon,” he presses a kiss to your cheek, “let’s go back.”

[k00297230]

Final Brief 6

Today we spent the morning assembling all our research together onto the wall. A lot of the images were from the google slides that we were working on throughout the week.

Before we get into that, the animatic was finished. Before it was 4 seconds per shot but this was adjusted to match the pacing better. We realised that the length of the animatic went to only 2 minutes 26 seconds, which meant we had more room to add to our story than what we originally thought.

We sectioned off different subjects of research to their own areas for clarity and this helped us figure out where we were lacking in research. One of these areas were style/aesthetic, in which Paul wanted us to have figured out by the afternoon. After taping all or stuff to the wall we started researching different styles.

We started looking at animated cartoons in the 60s and came across the star trek animated series. We thought we could use this style on our characters faces.

We also liked the style of Jonny Quest and Georges Méliès for the characters and the shading and folds of clothes from Akira.

We thought we'd take a more painterly approach to the background art as well, reminiscent to 60s retro posters and playing with an overall greyscale tone with pops of colour to add emphasis or interest.

This is the collection of research we've achieved thus far.

We've started looking at design from the different references we now have to grab from and we are going to make mood boards to help solidify these ideas tomorrow.

[kshira]

｡･:*:･ﾟ★ fmk + kenma, semi & kunimi

ღ ◟ t/w| slight nsfw

slender fingers graze the hem of your dress before starting to dance among your thighs, passing over your panties before settling on your stomach. your eyes were nervously fixated on the blades of the ceiling fan rotating in a circular motion, your head laid cemented to the pillow, body stiff as new sensations flowed through your body.

kenma bent his neck down from his position beside you, his lips peppering your neck before ghosting over your ear “tell me what you’re thinking” he whispers. you remove your eyes from the ceiling to meet his golden iris before smiling softly “i’m just nervous is all.”

removing his hand from your stomach he places it on your face before pulling it to his and crashing his lips on yours. the kiss lingers into mouths connecting into one, your hands finding a home on his neck and pushing your tongue into the cave of his mouth. kenma slowly pulls hisself on top of you, now his leg was between your lower half as he pushed further for a teasing friction. exploring your clothed body with his hands, sliding them back and fourth on curves and squeezing small moans from your lungs, he lifted your arms above your head and connecting the fingers together with his before leaning down once more “i’m nervous too, y’know?” a groan escapes from your lips as you feel his knee push further into you.

“really? i couldn’t tell.” you say motioning your eyes to one of his hands snapping at the elastic band of your underwear. he breathes out a shortened laugh, making the strands of his hair that had fallen from his messy bun land on his small framed face. you slowly reach up to his face and he rubs his cheek into your palm

“ i love you” you mutter out and his lips repeat the words back in a deepened kiss.

★ marry: eita semi

inserting your keys into the lock of your apartment you lazily push your weight on the door until it had clicked open. you huffed out that last stressful sigh that was stored in your chest from today’s workload, and grabbed the back of your heels before peeling them off of your aching feet. noticing the walls were vibrating with a low melody as you placed your heels on the shoe rack and you started shuffling towards the lulling tune. your fingertips traced the brick walls before you stopped at the door frame, poking your head into the door your lips curled up into a sheepish smile.

semi was sitting on the amp, his fingers dancing along the chords as he hummed quietly. his foot softly tapping the wooden floors to a beat before he rose his chocolate eyes to meet yours and a smirk growing on his face “my love, when did you get home?” at his question you waltzed into the dimmed room with your arms swinging by your side before you stood in front of him, your hand meeting his soft grey hair that had grown so much more longer you were able to brush it behind his ear.

laying his guitar down, he reached up to your waist with his calloused fingers gently gripping the flesh before pulling you onto his lap. he laid his chin on your shoulder before intertwining his fingers with yours, his nose scooted closer to your neck and inhaled your perfume laced with your shampoo of the day. you took a breath in before exhaling at the peace that surrounded you, finally.

the days spent at work were agonizing and some days even torturous but now with semi it was worth all of that and even more if you were able to come back to this sight of him everyday. he rubbed at the stone that laid permanently on your left ring finger while he listened to you explain your entire day from start to finish, and after you were done talking you agreed to cook dinner together. and as you both stood up with his stride quickening before you, you smiled “oh eita?” he hummed in response his broad back still facing you. “i’ve been home, i don’t ever leave and that is because you are my home.”

☾ kill: akira kunimi

every time you left his bed, his arms draped over you before grabbing your waist to pull you back into your safe haven. his lips connecting to the crook of your neck before burry himself within it and huffing out air that he knew always made you laugh.

meeting kunimi was merely by accident but the way of using each other’s body for pleasure with no emotions attached now, that was intentional.

it started off crawling into his bed every couple of nights and leaving before the sun came up. but as time grew your feeling for him did also, you didn’t want it to happen but the more your clothes and items stayed and his silent begging for you to stay in his bed for just a little longer became a comfortable routine.

so here you are now, under kunimi completely naked and vulnerable as his hips smack into yours at a ruthless force. your begging sobs for more and a monotone chant of his name flowing into his ear had him chasing his pleasure. his hips stilled for a second before it became an agonizing slow pace, he reached down to your cheek and caressed with his thumb before softly smiling “i love you y/n, you know that right?” so maybe it was more then just using each other, and maybe he did feel what you have felt for awhile. you tacked your next encounter with him to express your feelings and also draw what you wanted with him.

and as you sat next to him in his bed, his lips attached to your neck and calloused hands inching up towards your inner thigh. you nervously fiddled your fingers having an internal battle with yourself.

“kunimi, i think i’ve started to have feelings for you and i do, i do love you.” you whispered to him as you stroked his hand that now laid stagnant on your thigh. he looked up in a scowl before clearing his throat, the eyes that were laced in pleasure were now dull and so dark. “i have no idea where this is coming from y/n but i’m sorry i don’t feel the same way. this was a mutual thing to just sleep each other and you know that right?” you looked at him with tears that started to cloud your vision, and the ache in your chest that reminded you to answer him back.

“yeah” you whispered as he smiled and resumed seeking the only thing that did matter to him, himself.