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A Good First Impression - Atsushi Murasakibara x AFAB!Reader

I am feral over Atsushi Murasakibara. Worms using my brain for food type of feral. Foaming at the mouth type of feral.

He is unironically my phone background type of feral.

So, uh....here's this. Personally, I feel real great about it, so I hope you enjoy it as well.

Title: A Good First Impression

Rating: Explicit

Warnings:

AFAB!Reader, Female Reader, f-receiving oral, fingering, it is genuinely only him eating you out, mention of m-receiving handjob, super intense orgasm, squirting, reluctance/hesitation about the squirting but not quite dubcon/noncon, baby used regularly as pet name, college au, fear of getting caught, getting caught after the fact, home for the holidays, parent mention

Characters & ships: boyfriend!Murasakibara Atsushi x AFAB!Reader

Word count: 2.6k words

Summary: Your long-term boyfriend is nervous about staying at your childhood home and meeting your parents for the first time for four reasons:

1 - He's tall, and people tend to comment on it. Too much. 2 - First impressions are a big deal, and what if he fucks it up with his future in-laws? 3 - He met you in college and is terrified of learning something about the you from before (spoiler: you pass the test!) 4 - He can't keep his hands off of you, and he doesn't want the embarrassment of getting caught.

18+ Minors DNI!

More explicit below the cut

Atsushi Murasakibara was nervous to meet your parents for many reasons.

First, his height. This was the first time he was meeting your family, and your parents weren’t exactly short per se, but he was a towering 6’10”. He hated new people having to crane their neck up to look at him, he hated the same three questions and two jokes that every person tells when they meet someone as tall as him, and he hated that he was going to have to learn the careful layout of your childhood home since it was likely not designed with someone of his towering stature in mind. It was always so embarrassing when he’d bump his head on too-low ceiling fans or when he had to bend too far to reach the sink. No one really realizes how weirdly isolating it feels to be at least a head taller than everyone around you, and that’s if he’s lucky. It definitely makes the first impression game much harder.

Second, the holidays. For some reason, instead of meeting your parents for the first time at a low-stakes dinner or briefly in public, he agreed to stay for a week for the holidays at your house. It wasn’t ideal, but they lived in the countryside, and a hotel would have been so inconvenient, so you two decided to stay with your parents. He even sat through the awkward conversation where you all had to figure out if he was sleeping in your room or on the couch. Your parents weren’t exactly the most conservative people in the world - they knew you lived with him now for God’s sake, so it’s not like they had no idea what you two got up to - but everyone was deeply uncomfortable with the suggestion of anything happening under their roof. That being said, none of their couches could handle him - re: the aforementioned height problem - so they made the disgruntled decision to let you two room together. Just no locking the door.

On top of it all, he wanted to bring them gifts, but he had no idea where to even start with holiday gifts for future in-laws he’d never met. You insisted that he didn’t really have to get them anything and that they’d be thankful for anything he put thought into, but that didn’t ease the burden of deciding if your dad was a beer guy or if he was a tool guy or if he was a sports guy or a grill guy or a music guy. The options made his head spin, and that’s not even touching all the possible gifts he could get your mother. This was it - THE first impression - and if he didn’t get it right, he was afraid of a rocky relationship with them forever.

Third, your childhood. He didn’t know you before you two met in college, so everything about you before you moved to the city is a complete mystery to him. His worst nightmare was discovering something about you that he would never be able to unsee. He had always hated the vulnerability in this moment in all of his previous relationships, and it had soured more than one relationship well before its expiry date.

The night you arrived, you showed him to your room, and he held his breath as you swung the door open for him. He walked in, looking around, waiting for the weird childhood shoe to drop, but…it didn’t. The room was fairly normal. It looked like it could be a teenage room in a movie. It seemed stale, set in time, but it didn’t give him the same feeling of ick throughout his body. Carefully, shelf by shelf, he investigated your knickknacks and decorations and memories, and everything he saw made him love the small piece of you that he knew more than the last. By the time he had overturned every stone in your room, his heart was beating harshly in the rhythm of your name.

“You look like you were expecting something crazy,” You laughed at him, having watched him snoop through your past.

He looked at you, his eyes full of warmth. “I was. I didn’t find anything.”

And then he snuck a kiss.

Fourth, the final most important reason he was nervous was you. Well, to be more specific, he was nervous because he couldn’t keep his hands off of you, and this trip wasn’t going to change anything.

He was nervous because he didn’t want to get caught.

“Ah-Ah, ‘Sushi!” You moan, high pitched and trying to keep the volume low as you wiggle in his grip in an attempt to free yourself from the intensity of his tongue between your legs. Your wrist is pressed against your lips to dampen the sound. He tightens his grip on the back of your thighs, pushing your legs further apart and against your body, opening you up for him, and his tongue continues roughly sliding against your sensitive, buzzing clit.

“They aren’t home. You can be loud,” He grunts against you before wrapping his lips around you and sucking you into his mouth, and you can’t help it as you throw your head back and cry out at the feeling.

“They could be home any second!” You hiss, your hips bucking involuntarily against his face, and in response, he moans deeply, sending tingles through your body.

“Then cum before they get back.”

Biting your lip and panting, nearly winded, you stare down at him, meeting his eyes watching you just over your pelvis, and when his tongue dips into you and presses against your trembling walls, you moan loudly with a furrowed brow. Your fingers tangle through his messy purple strands, pushing his face against your core harder.

He slurps the messy wetness dripping out of you, the sound lewd enough to make you blush. “God, you taste so good,” He groans into you, his tongue desperate. “It’s been too long.”

“It’s been three days!” You laugh breathlessly, body convulsing at the small nudges of his nose against your clit as he drinks you in.

“And that’s three days too many,” he complains, shaking his head and smearing his face against the slickness between your legs. “I can’t wait like that. I need you all the time.”

You pant in response, unable to form words when his tongue finds your clit again, brushing against it at a punishing pace. Your eyes roll to the back of your head, your stomach spasming, and he finally releases one of your legs from his controlling grip just to slide it up your needy slit and dip one of his long fingers into you. You nearly cum then, your back arching so aggressively that you hit your head against the wall, and he can’t help the small laugh that rumbles against your nerves.

“Careful, babe,” He mutters, curling the single finger inside you, and the feeling is such a warm, pleasurable tightness in your core.

“I’m going to cum,” You whisper, dropping your jaw open in pleasure, and you feel his smile in response.

“I’m not done yet, so if you cum now, you’re going to have to handle it when I keep going.”

You whimper, lip quivering and body shaking. Breathing, you attempt to stave off the orgasm that has you dangling off the edge of sanity. He slows his movements, watching you closely as he wrings you of cute little sounds and moans and shivers, and it helps when you suck in air, huffing through your nose to stop the trembling in your lower abdomen.

“Y-you said cum before they get back,” You counter, hissing the words through your teeth as you lean up, your toes curling tightly. His tongue helicopters against your throbbing clit, and he takes the hand that was on the back of your other thigh and places it atop your pelvis, pressing down as the finger still deep inside presses up, and you feel the telltale tightening in your core that makes you panic a little.

“You can choose to cum now and be overstimulated, or you can choose to cum later at the risk of your parents hearing you,” He looks up over you with a smile, a second finger suddenly pushing into you to meet the other. “I’m a believer in autonomy.”

As his two fingers now press into the gummy sweet spot in you, you confirm the tightening is definitely going to cause many, many more problems than he’s considering. You bring your hands to grip the bedding below you, trying to wiggle away again. “’Sushi, I-I, wait, I’m going to-” You frustratingly cut yourself off with a groan as his mouth finds your clit again.

“Going to what, babe?” His voice rumbles against you, and there’s a soft wash of pleasure moving through you like waves against a shore. You can only think that it’s going to be a pain to clean after this.

“It’s going to-I’m going to-”

“Aw, baby, I need you to use your words,” He teases, batting his eyelashes innocently when you shoot him a glare.

“I’m going to make a mess,” You grunt through gritted teeth, raising your eyebrows in hopes of him understanding the euphemism, and when it clicks in his brain, his eyes go bright and wide.

He hums darkly, pressing his fingers into you deeper and earning a surprised squeal out of you. “You’re going to squirt for me, baby?”

“God, I hate that word!” You yelp, involuntarily grinding your hips down onto him and panting out in tight, restrained pleasure. “You-you gotta stop now, I-”

“I wouldn’t dare waste this opportunity. You know I love making a mess of you.” His voice is dark, his eyes still teasing as he draws circles around your clit, and between the stretch of his now scissoring fingers, the pressure on your pelvis from his large hand, and his unrelenting pace on your sensitive spots, you’re seeing stars.

Falling back, you groan again, the feeling of uncomfortable tightening worsening deep in you. “The bedding!” You exclaim, arching your back, “I can’t-ah, fuck, I’ll mess up the bedding.”

“Your parents have a washer.”

“The bedding was from my grandmother,” You groan, scrunching up your face and writhing, closing your thighs around his head when it gets too intense. Hyperventilating, you press the side of your face into the pillow, bringing your hand to your face to bite down on your hand to quell the rocking of pleasure inside you now.

“Pity,” He mumbles, distracted too much by the sounds pouring from your mouth, the clenching of your pussy, the taste of your arousal coating his tongue, the slick sounds of his fingers deep in you, and the promise of even more to come (literally and figuratively). “We should’ve put a towel down, huh?”

You groan, frustrated by his lackadaisical demeanor but unable to communicate it as the feeling of pleasure floods your body. You can feel your eyes go a little hazy, and moments later, you call out, your orgasm hitting you like a wall of bricks. It feels like an electric shock through your body, every muscle in your body tensing with a tight zap as the dam breaks inside of you. You squirt, gushing and coating the bed and, effectively, Atsushi’s face, and the only thing that cuts through the absolute sensory overload of your pleasure is his praise that he groans against your skin.

“That’s it, baby, that’s so good. Feel it, c’mon, you can breathe. You taste so good, thank you, baby, thank you.”

With your heavy pants and soft, whimpering moans as aftershocks of the orgasm reverberate through you, your pussy pulses and throbs in time with your heart, and when he softly pushes into you one last time to wring the rest of it out of you, you squeak out a last whine as the final wave of your cum rushes out of you and over his hand. He chuckles at the sight, pulling out of you and dragging his tongue up his fingers while making dark, teasing eye contact with you. Watching his tongue work to lick all of your cum off his skin, your body trembles with both your world-shattering orgasm and the sudden impending need that pulses through you yet again already.

“Kiss me?” You breathe softly, lips barely parted, and he cracks a wide smile, laughing like he’s disbelieving of you.

“You’re going to be the death of me, baby.” His voice is tense and dark with desire, and he crawls up your body slowly, and he meets your mouth with his extended tongue. You lick against it, tasting yourself, and he moans out loud, his hips pressing against yours. His length, hard and impressive, rubs against you, and the friction makes you cry out. You’re too sensitive and overstimulated, but he just smirks against your lips. “I told you to choose carefully. I wasn’t done with you.”

His hand drags down your body, feeling your curves with a hint of possession in his grasp. When he reaches his waist where his hips are pressing into yours, he grips his belt, pulling at the buckle, ripping it through the belt loops on his pants -

The front door opens. The sound of rustling bags floats up to your room. The floorboards creak.

Your eyes go wide in panic.

“Sweetheart?” Your mother calls up the stairs. “We’re home! Atsushi and you should come down and help us with dinner.”

“Get up, get up!” You mutter under your breath, gently batting at his shoulder as he frantically slides off you and off the bed, fixing his belt and helping you by pulling your bedding off. You’re searching for clothes, quickly pulling them on your legs.

The stairs whine as someone climbs step by step.

Your face burns at the impending embarrassment. Atsushi is struggling to hide his arousal with his clothes, and you’re struggling to wipe the slowly drying slick from between your thighs. Your bedding lays in a crumpled, suspicious ball on your mattress.

“Sweetheart?” Your mother asks again, her voice much closer than before.

The doorknob jiggles against the lock.

“C-coming!” You call back, pushing your fingers through your hair as Atsushi wipes his hands down his face to clean up any mess left behind.

“Your door’s-”

You cut off your mother’s inquiry about the locked door by swinging it open. “Sorry, force of habit,” You laugh, opening the door wide enough that she can see Atsushi sitting at your desk with his phone in his hand. He nods a greeting at her.

Her eyes flit to your unmade bed, back down to you, and back over to Atsushi. A slight blush covers her cheeks. “We…we brought groceries for dinner. Would you two like to come help?”

You look over your shoulder at Atsushi who meets your gaze. After a moment, he shrugs and nods. “Sure, we’d love to.”

“Great…come…down when you’re ready,” Your mother says awkwardly, quickly excusing herself back down the stairs. Once you hear her shoes click into the kitchen, you shut the door again, pressing your back to it as you finally let the air in your lungs go in a long sigh. You look up at Atsushi who is trying to bite back his laughter.

“Do you think she noticed?” You wince, knowing the answer.

“Oh yes, absolutely. She knows everything,” He stands, lumbering across the room towards you. He kisses your nose, his hand meeting yours on the doorknob. “Let’s go help with dinner.” He thinks. “And maybe later you can pay me back with a handjob in the shower.”

You groan, the thought of the blush on your mother’s face making your embarrassment burn brighter. “Absolutely not.”

[zetsu--bou]

One of the things about canon vs fanon Akashi that probably shocked me the most is the age he was when he lost his mother. I've seen almost everywhere that "he was a very young child", and I don't know, maybe it's just my definition of a young child being different, but I've always interpreted it as "around 5 years old", especially since we're talking here about someone who's 15-16 when the main plot is happening.

Seijuurou was in fifth grade when Shiori died (Chapter 266, Volume 30). That boy was around TEN OR ELEVEN when she died. At TWELVE he started Teikou. The trauma wasn't even probably healed. He lost his biggest and only support in the extreme domestic situation he was in and literally like 3 years later we have the GoM falling apart and him switching personalities. By Winter Cup, it was around five years after her death. On the other hand, he was only 15-16 at that time, so for him, it was a third of his life, but five years is still not a lot.

He probably remembers her very vividly, causing him even more pain. Also - he started switching personalities right after her death (also mentioned in the same chapter) and Midorima did acknowledge that sometimes Akashi seemed to be a different person, so the grand switch wasn't just "I'm going to lose" moment, it was going on since Shiori's death and it just cumulated and exploded then.

He wasn't a baby when Shiori died, he was a preteen, which was probably the worst moment in a person's life for losing someone you're that close with, because you're old enough to understand that they're gone forever, but young enough to not understand fully how the future might look like and how to cope with the lost.

If he was younger - he would probably forget most of his life with his mother there and it would only be some nice memories.

If he was older - he would probably be able to cope better with her passing. It sure would've been hard, but probably not that hard as it actually was.

He lost her in the worst possible moment, also almost right before starting a new school, right before starting to mature physically. With everything new suddenly appearing in his life, he was left alone, without the only person that seemed to have cared about him.

[misfitmiska]

I feel like newlywed Akashi would be insufferable about it. x)

[kucho04]

touches the ball with cheeto finger

[lamnwar]

so... can we all agree as a society that fem!kise is a raging lesbian

[cemetery14]

me: has read every akashi ship fic, have my own akashi ships i love, supports basically every akashi ship cause it just means more akashi for me

also me: i headcannon him as aroace :)

[evelhak]

Today I outed myself as a (completely obsessive) KnB fic writer in a fantasy book convention. 🙈💀

[thewritetofreespeech]

Akashi Seijuro x Reader

summary: just a heartstrings thing I came up with

You arrived at the Seijuro estate on time, because you knew that Akashi liked you to be punctual. You also wanted to be on time because you were a little anxious to see Akashi.

When he called you he sounded a little nervous on the phone. A trait you had never heard from him in his voice, so you were curious what was going on. It couldn’t be that you were coming over. You had been to his place many times; mostly when his father was away. He also hadn’t give you any special plans to deal with as he said you’d just be ‘hanging out’. So you wanted to know what was going on.

“Akashi!” You exclaimed when you saw the red head at the door. A soft smile on his face as he spotted you.

“Hello [Y/N]. I trust the drive was well?”

“Yep. Smooth sailing as always.” You turn to see the valet pulling your car away into the driveway. “So, what did you want to do today? Watch a movie? Play a round on the tennis court?”

Akashi chuckled. “In a little bit. I thought we could go on a walk first.”

You look down to see Akashi holding a bouquet of flowers. “Are those for me?!”

“No.” He told you. “Yours are inside. These are…well...just come with me.” There was that nervous tone again. It was more unnerving in person.

You don’t ask anymore questions and just follow Akashi. The two of you walk to a secluded area of the property that you’d never been to before. A part that looked like no one had been to before in a long while. “Akashi, where are we going?”

“You’ll see.” Was all he told you.

You walk a few more paces before the path broke into a small clearing. Like in a fairy tale. Only there wasn’t a mysterious pound with shimmering light, or a bunch of fairies fluttering around in secret. It was just a small clearing, with some flowers, and a single gravestone.

“Hello mother.”

You were shocked at Akashi’s words. Watching him walk up to the stone and place the flowers. “It’s been a long time. I hope you are well. These are for you.” This all seemed very weird. But then again, you hadn’t really experienced death often in your life, and everyone experienced it differently. “I’m sorry they aren’t your favorite but at this time of year, you know. I’m sorry I’ve been away so long. School, work, basketball. I’m sure you understand. I have friends now again, so I’m sure you would be pleased. I fact, there’s someone I want you to meet.” Akashi turned back and reached his hand out to you. You take it and come closer to him, standing by his side. “This is [Y/N]. My s/o. They’re very special to me so I wanted you to meet them. I…wish you could meet them….”

You felt Akashi squeeze your hand tighter as his voice got tighter too. “It’s very nice to meet you.” You didn’t really know what to say. “You have a wonderful son Mrs. Seijuro-san. You would be very proud of him.”

A gentle breeze came through the clearing, and you have to chalk it up to coincidence, but your heart felt like it was really her giving her blessing. “Let’s head back.”

The two of you make it out of the clearing and back to the main property quickly. “I’m sorry if that was awkward for you.” Akashi finally said. Still holding your hand. “It didn’t seem right to spring it on you, but it also didn’t seem right to tell you ‘hey, let’s go visit my mother’s grave’.”

“I would have gone if you told me.”

He smiled a little. “I know you would have. Still, it was…just something I wanted to do.”

You squeezed his hand back this time and hugged his arm. “You miss your mom.”

“Terribly.”

“And that’s ok. I wish I could have met her too. In pictures, she always seems really nice. And pretty.”

“She was. On both accounts.”

“Do you think she would have liked me?”

Akashi squeezed your hand back again. “She would have adored you.”

There was another gentle breeze across the courtyard as you came inside. It felt warm and comforting. It was funny. This was probably the oddest, but also best received, ‘meet the parents’ you’d ever been too. You certainly hoped meeting his father one day would go just as well.

[atsumini]

The Emperor .

oh akashi seijuro how i love you dearly

[knbposting]

another update: will try to finish tarzan au but despite rewatching the series with Mr Man i have lost my hyperfixation again. dw it WILL return in due course but i probs won't be posting much for a while. kiss kagami for me <3

[courtesanofdeath]

2023 Character Wrapped

9 characters I loved in 2023: - first row are characters i've met this year and became one of my favs: sakuragi (slam dunk), revy (black lagoon), midorima (kuroko's basketball) - second row are characters who just live in my head rent free: jolyne (jojo's bizarre adventure), gintoki (gintama), kogami (psycho pass) - third row are my fav characters from anime that returned this year: asta (black clover), ranpo (bungo stray dogs), ryusui (dr. stone)

this was super fun! thanks so much for the tag @mudanonaito <3 tagging: @sebfreak @xsetmyheartablazex @sai-my-beloved @renofheavenss @villainii @sattosugu and whoever else wants to do this !!

[veroniquesboutique]

Study Break - Kagami Taiga x Reader

Did I mention KNB brainrot because it is real, and it's keeping me up at night. Losing my mind over here.

Title: Study Break

Rating: Explicit

Warnings:

Alternate Universe - College/University, Older reader, Older Woman/Younger Man, Younger Taiga Kagami, First Time, Loss of Virginity, Oral Sex, Condoms, Missionary Position, Taiga Kagami calls you baby girl, Friends to Lovers

Characters & ships: Kagami Taiga x AFAB!Reader

Word count: 4.5k words

“Wait, you’re being serious.” Your mouth is stuck between gaped open in surprise and smirking at the incredible goldmine of embarrassing information you just realized about your newest best friend, Taiga Kagami. “Never? Not once?”

“N-no, but-” He stammers, but you laugh to cut him off.

“Have you even seen a vagina before?”

“Of course I have!” He snaps, glaring at you from his own spot on your tiny twin-sized bed. “I just…have never….I’ve…” He trails off, and you stare at him with high eyebrows waiting for some sort of explanation. “I’ve never-”

“Fucked one?”

“I’ve, like, eaten girls out! But-”

“Okay, okay, I’m getting the picture,” You laugh again, holding up your hands to stop him because if his face gets any redder, you’re afraid he might pop.

Continued on AO3...

[thislilfecker]

make a poll with five of your all-time favourite characters, and then tag five people to do the same. see which character is everyone's favourite.

I was tagged by: your mom

Anyone who wants, please consider yourself tagged!!

[akai-anna]

My gosh, I've been down a nostalgia rabbit hole and been going back to knb and nijiaka and noticed that you were still active. You've given me and other nijiakas precious memories, bless you and hope you have a lovely day!

For once, my timing was just right: coming home to see this precious ask and have the time to answer it. Today is blessed.

NijiAka is still in my heart, so utterly precious, NijiAka has become part of my soul, altered my life in many ways, and to this day I still reread my favourite fics (some of which I would love to rec or talk about TONS) and stare at my favourite pieces of art and follow my favourite Japanese artists and doujinka, still hunt for merch so I can add it to my collection, and think of them regularly.

I would still be actively talking about them if there were people who were interested in chatting about them. Just saying. You can totally take that as an invitation. Just saying.

Thank you for dropping by my askbox, you made me so happy with your words! I truly hope you have a lovely day, and may NijiAka live long in our hearts, even if the manga/anime ended ages ago!

[kucho04]

IRL doesn't go here but I had to share with you the happiness of returning with my most desired pvc at the moment ❤️(megahouse statue, and nendoroid) I searched so hard for them, and found both in completely unexpected ways. I believe in destiny 💖💞✨️

I also assisted to the zodiac-pijama event on its releasing day, again, unexpectedly. Very fun experience! Akashi card is on my phone case ❤️ (thank you friend for trading with me)

Me and my inner young self are happy to acquire all the stuff we once couldn't, or didnt existed yet :)

[hirookouji]

who came up w the headcanon that the generation of miracles hair colors are only colorful for the sake of the audience and they arent that way in universe. i need to thank them.