#seijuro Akashi thirst

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BEE YOUR GAME OMG PLEASE 😩😩😩

can you pretty please do Akashi? ♥️

He’s such a popular guy!!!! ( @nanamis-wifey-reye )

1- Akashi’s favorite position is missionary. When you lay on your back underneath him, it shows that you have complete trust in him and that you want him to have all of you. He finds it so intimate, and he doesn’t want to miss anything while he’s fucking you. Akashi wants to see every face you make and witness every breathy moan and whine as it escapes your body. His most favorite part is gripping your chin with his hand, making you look into his eyes as he’s making your toes curl.

2- Probably the most put together house husband. He has a really sophisticated style of decor, and knows his way around the kitchen. I think he’s also the most likely of the GoM to follow laundry instructions for each individual textile to a T. I also think he would be really sweet and wanting to listen to you and comfort you after a tough day.

3- Akashi likes to tuck you into his side when you relax at the end of the day. If you’re watching a show, he’s quick to put his arm around your shoulders and pull you into his side. He is always warm, and he is always so comfortable.

When he wakes up before you in the morning, Akashi gazes at you, eyes sleepy, with the most besotted and lovestruck look on his face. Seeing you at peace while you rest is tremendously satisfying for him and makes him feel warm and fuzzy.

He likes to speak into your ear!!!!!! Once he learned how it makes you shiver and become bashful, he really loves to do it. Even if it’s something as simple as “add milk to the grocery list”- if he’s feeling impish, he will lower his voice and murmur into the shell of your ear.

4- He absolutely knows how to use his dick. Akashi has an innate way of knowing exactly what you want and how you want his cock. Even with this knowledge, he likes to ask- partially because he loves making you flustered, and partially because your consent is of the utmost importance to him.

Akashi will pin your wrists to the bed when he’s being a little rougher with you. He pins your wrists down, hips snapping forward viciously, muttering the most exciting, degrading words into your ear, and your whole body quivers.

But mostly he loves to praise you, because he simply adores you. Seeing you grow soft and bashful with his praise makes him harder than he cares to admit. When you take Akashi’s cock so perfectly, sucking it in so greedily and nicely, or when you moan is name so pretty, he just has to tell you about how good you are.

5- for some reason, I think Akashi can be a tea aficionado, and I mean this super affectionately like I think he is really interested in where the tea comes from and the quality differences of different brands and flavors.

Also he’s the kind of guy who is always immaculately well groomed (he’s grown from the days when he’d cut his own hair with Midorima’s random lucky scissors!)

[japeneselunchtimerush]

Also Bokushi:

There seems to be quite a few inconsistencies between the manga and the fandiscs.

Though I do wonder what Bokushi would feel if he heard this. Mibuchi also stated that he didn't know whether his smiles were genuine or just a way to lower people's guard.

It's not completely unfounded but cmon mibuchi, do you really think a smile like this is going to allow anyone to let their guard down??

But that aside, he only ever smiled in situations that amused/interested him or when things were going as planned. But his smiles have never been ungenuine

Besides there's also this picture

A big big part of me wants to believe that he is smiling genuinely here(He deserves to have fun with his friends too)

Also, Stan mayuyu chihiro

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Wildchild [14]

Happy start of the month, everyone!🍂

Today I leave you with a transitional chapter of this story, which will soon take an interesting turn (or at least I hope so!).

🍲I would like to thank all those who read and honour me with their comments, they are very useful gifts to refine my skills and human contact is always enriching for me.🍲

I apologise for the slowness, unfortunately these are rather busy weeks in my other life.

I embrace you 🥧

V-

💣PS: I apologize in advance for any grammatical and/or spelling mistakes, English is not my first language (bear with me!).

"They're goldfish, I think " you smile at her, crossing the flaps of the light pastel-blue head and leaving her to fasten your belt, just as you did for her just before. You know Satsuki is happy, because her voice is sweet, she laughs often and hums to herself as she fixes your hair.

"Pink and blue, we're perfect!" she exclaims contentedly as she looks into the mirror that reflects your images. Your stomach hurts and you can't walk in traditional sandals, but as Tetsu rightly pointed out to you, you are good at dissimulating.

'You see? All together at the fair, like in the old days!" she tells you, squeezing you in a hug, before following you to your room and looking for her mobile phone to take some pictures.

Too bad that in the old days, the only person you spent fair nights with was Seijuro, with whom you carefully avoided talking, making one excuse after another.

"We should make it a tradition! Every year, no matter where we are, we could get together for the fair, wouldn't that be great?" she asks you and her eyes shine with such intense affection that you feel guilty.

"That might be an idea " you sketch, trying to ignore the fact that you couldn't bear to see what his life would be like without you, if only for one single night a year. Because he will move on at the speed of light: you know that in a few years he will have a partner who will manage to make him fall in love, become his wife and give him children. And he will be so happy with them, that you won't even remain a memory.

What a stomach ache.

Ten minutes and you will leave that house, ten minutes in which you walk hand in hand so as not to fall down the stairs, laughing with each other at every silly thing, but mostly at the excitement of that night, where your sweet friend has decided to give herself to her boyfriend.

"Do you think we should wait?" she asks you, noticing your sudden silence.

"I think you should do what you feel, without having pressure one way or the other. The more you think about it, the less the moment will be right" you explain to her, placing two glasses and a cool drink between you”. “ After all, the most important thing is your relationship and that thankfully is perfect" you smile at her again, taking a long sip.

"I just want him so badly" she sighs, cracking a smile because you've never seen Satsuki so serious , but you've never imagined Tetsu from that perspective either. 

“Then maybe it's just the right time, but you'll have to confront him about it “ you smile at her, holding her hand, and suddenly her eyes drop.

She retrieves her phone, scrolls through the latest photos in the gallery and sighs.

"It won't happen again, right?" she asks you "We won't meet here again to tell each other our secrets " she ends, resting her face on her hand.

"Maybe during the holidays, but on the phone it will be even less awkward, you'll see" you smile at her.

"Not if you're going to tell me about Akashi" she replies immediately.

" I'm not going to talk to you about Seijuro" you promise her " I'm not going to talk to you about anyone for a while " you smile, finishing your drink and looking up into hers, because you already know where that talk is going to go.

"I miss my friend, the one who used to date Daichan " she tells you with a crack in her voice.

"I know Satsuki, but she was an idiot" you tell her, trying not to let your annoyance show.

"You were happy " she contradicts you.

"I wasn't happy, I was just obsessed with him" you specify, putting an end to any possible debate.

When you ring the doorbell at Mr. and Mrs Aomine's house and see Natsume's satisfied expression, all the discontent that the mere thought of the sight of their son generates in you disappears. You smile at the compliments, hug her and thank her, confiding that no one had ever given her a yukata, let alone sewn it with their own hands.

"I've been wanting to do that for a long time" she tells you as Shinichi also joins in the kitchen, and immediately invites you to go out into the garden to take some pictures of Satsuki and you in the sunset light, while waiting for the males who are apparently late.

"I want to see Tetsu!" your friend protests, posing for your photographer who explains how the two of them have been lounging around all afternoon, only to realise they're not ready.

"I knew I should have phoned!" she pouts and you hug her, because she is so cute in her obstinacy.

'Why don't the three of you take a picture? " Natsume proposes, taking the camera from her husband's hands and pushing him between you "Shin-chan, your colleagues will die of envy when they will see it!" she laughs, so happy to play with you.

She gives you directions on how to pose, then returns the lens to her husband and she too gets snapped with her young protégés.

"Look at those three wimps!" you suddenly hear his deep voice and shortly afterwards you see him, wearing a traditional midnight-blue suit and a wry smile on his lips.

"Come and take your pictures now!" his mother cuts him short, arranging you like the figurines of a shrine performance. Testu greets you with a warm smile, complimenting your elegance, and you thank him because you know he is actually thanking you for not letting Satsuki down. You are so pleasantly surprised at how much that boy cares for Momoi, how he seeks her out with his gaze, in a discreet, but ever-present way. You feel happy at the thought that your friend is living such a worthwhile story, because despite her unwavering good mood, these have been difficult years for her too. Satsuki and Tetsu finally together. You see their hands intertwine, their lips turn into a shy smile and then his voice ruins everything.

"Come on mum, this way it looks like Testu and Satsuki's wedding!" he laughs, resting his large hands on his friend's shoulders to simulate a sea monster attack.

"Mind your own business Daichan!" interjects the bride, moving Godzilla's hands away, starting yet another skirmish.

"Guys, stop it or we won't have any light left to take these pictures!" the voice of Shinichi picks them up, thanks to whom, you not only have a decent memory of that evening, but you also manage to arrive incredibly on time at the fair, since he gives you a lift in his car, to your great relief.

If Daiki had gotten the kindness gene from him, maybe you wouldn't be so uncomfortable now that you have to carefully watch where you put your feet, given the unsteadiness of your sandals, and since asking him for his arm to lean on, is especially out of the question. 

"So where's your little boy?" he asks you and then calls back to his friend as well "Tetsu, you need to see this" he laughs, explaining in his own way what he thinks young Kenta would expect to get out of that evening.

Tetsu tightens his lips and is about to take his friend back, but you can defend yourself just fine.

"Aomine-kun, did you perhaps confuse Kenta's intentions with yours about Yoshiko?" you ask him, drawing his intense eyes.

"What would be wrong with that? " he downplays, just for the sake of provoking.

"Like you said, nothing if there was the intention and Kenta was at least of age" you smile at him.

"We weren't, and yet..." he reveals in front of your friends, returning your smile, and suddenly you feel uncomfortable, even though they knew all along.

" It was different " you try to close the conversation.

"Oh, was it, really?" he asks you in a tone so obnoxious that it closes your stomach. 

" Cut it off, Aomine-kun!" you hear Tetsu's voice as he stands next to you, resting a hand on your back in sympathy, but it's too late not to feel the pain of that wound.

The only thing you know is that it will be your last.

You don't care if it hurts, you don't care if you can understand where that need for confrontation comes from, enough is enough.

You take a breath and hold his gaze.

"It's different because I had feelings" you admit "It's a talk we've already had, don't treat me like a lousy idiot" you conclude, receiving a long, livid look in response. The talk stops here, as  the tuner's nephew arrives.

“ I was late to say hello to some classmates, sorry “ he quickly apologizes.

You smile and ask him if he feels like trying some typical food, because you have an upset stomach, but formally you're starving. 

"What about some ikayaki ?" he asks you and you nod, inviting the others to the stall as well, already knowing that they will find an excuse to leave you alone, so that things can calm down. You ask for his arm and he blushes a little, guiding you carefully down the crowded path, letting you know, in his nonchalant way, that he finds you elegant and is happy to be there with you. 

"Looking for the girl you like?" you ask him, seeing how his gaze wanders between the faces of the various groups of his peers crowding the main street.

He nods, picking up  two trays of food, pointing at one group in particular, the same one that is moving towards you and among which you recognise the faces of the konbini gang, then there's her. You smile and see her frown. She is brunette, has full lips and a candy cane twirling nervously between her fingers. 

This is going to be easy.

"Hey, Kenta's girl" one of the boys addresses you, making the others laugh and attracting the displeasure of some even more "You were prettier in a sundress" he says with a mischievous smile.

Your date stutters something, but is so embarrassed that you have to be the one to step in.

"What a boring guy you are... What a pity!" you huff "Girls like guys with imagination, don't we?" you ask Kenta’s personal favourite, who rolls her eyes and looks at you with a puzzled look. 

"She's not my girlfriend" your chaperon finally blurts out, a direct communication in full voice, so far from his nature.

You smile, because you noticed the candyfloss girl's relief .

"In truth, I forced him to take me to the fair because I didn't want to wrong a friend but... I think I'll go home, those sandals are killing me, K! " you admit, officially crowning the young man as  first knight.

"But I promised Aomine-kun..." he tries to counter, though part of him is tempted to join the little group of the girl of his dreams.

"Don't feel you owe him. He won't stay long, just long enough to get his girlfriend " you smile at him, finally releasing him from his commitment.

Now you must be a good girl and honour yours.

You look for a quiet, sheltered spot and dial his number.

You inhale and, despite everything, when you hear his voice you can't help but smile.

[nebulous-library]

I used to love Kuroko no basket and I’ve never seen people really talk about it before oh wow.

Murasakibara being 16 but already 6’10 and not done growing yet will always make me salty though, maybe because I’m done growing at 5’0”

BRO LISTEN

THIS IS 100000% THE PLACE TO COME TALK KNB, THAT SHIT HAS BEEN MY JAM EVER SINCE I WAS IN HIGH SCHOOL AND ATSUSHI MURASAKIBARA WILL ALWAYS BE HIGH UP ON MY HUSBAND LIST.

He’s a whole ass tree of a lad and someone on TikTok used images of him holding an entire basketball one-handed to like....calculate how big his hand would be....and they came up with like, 10” from the base of his palm to the tip of his middle finger....

My hands are barely like 6” so like, naturally I instantly passed away

Like....listen....just imagine being pinned to a wall by Murasakibara, just like holding u there with his knee between yours, one hand to ur throat and the other sneaking up your thigh, and him kissing you with such intensity that it just feels like he’s stealing every breath from your lungs

U g h

[garoujo]

hi pretty baby <3 how are you? just wanted to check in and say hello :) i also wanted to stop by and drop another delicious knb thirst, this time about my handsome man akashi 💕 he’s the reason i started the show in the first place so it’s only right

‘m thinking of seijuro akashi— who’s introverted, closed off and a little mean— just recently came to the realization that he’s in love with his pretty thick gf and he really prefers not to spend too much time without her engulfed in his side or sitting between his legs. he’s felt comfortable & content enough to introduce her to his closest friends: the boys from the generation of miracles including kagami . they all meet for dinner one evening and although akashi’s gf was shy at first around all these new male friends, his comforting hand on her thigh helped her relax and eventually she started to come out of her shell, going from having thoughtful conversations with kuroko, laughing at aomine and kagami’s loud banter, inquiring about midorima’s lucky charms, and practically eating up the stories kise has as a fashion model.

she barely paid any attention to akashi, who since draped his muscular arm on the back of her seat in the booth, and didn’t speak a word unless it was to order him and his gf’s food. the heartwarming look in his fuchsia irises hardened and narrowed at his former teammates, clearly agitated that his friends are hogging his lover . he scoffed quietly to himself at the childishness of his own thoughts. gf looks at him with concern, placing a hand on his own thigh she looked up at him with those big, round eyes , shielded by the clear frames of her glasses, “ sei’? what’s wrong?”

he muttered a low “nothing, my love. everything is fine.” he said it was fine, but still remained dead quiet for the rest of the evening. something was definitely wrong and she could tell but decided to give him space.

and that was the last thing he wanted . as soon as they stepped into the house, his lips attacked her neck, sucking on it feverishly and his hands wandered all over her hips, waist and pudgy tummy. before her pretty little head could process what was goin on, seijuro already had her bare on the counter, large, tits pressed up on cold marble counter, and his hips snapping against her ass at a ruthless pace. the collision of his pelvis and her plushy mound, with the addition of the needy whines and moans spilling from her mouth, was music to his ears. he was rougher this time around, making sure to let out all his frustrations on her sloppy, greedy little pussy instead of on his sweet gf in the form of harsh words. when he slithered his arm around her to place his large hand on her throat, he felt her squeezing his cock harder than before, causing him to throw his head back and groan loudly, letting out a sharp fuck! before serving her weeping cunt deeper and harder strokes.

akashi was possessive, and tonight he will claim what’s his, so you’ll know it too <3

omg omg sosa my beloved !!! hewo,, i am doing extra good now you’re in my inbox hehehe (´,,•ω•,,) i hope you’re doing good also & im sending you sooo many kisses ♡ agghakaal u are always welcome to drop by here with some of your delish knb thirsts, they keep me full for days — eeee with akashi this time to,, ‘m already excited >_<

ahgajakak i am now a puddle after reading this and the way my stomach was going all >///< when he got all possessive + started kissing us as soon as we got home eee!!! screaming you write so well, your thirst are my fave ever i swear — like u rly gimme these for free???? (´꒳`) feeling very blessed ‘n now i want 1 akashi seijuro so bad hmph,, i wanna delicately tease him just cause i know what’s coming when we get home sob ♡

[kiseki-no-scenarios]

could you do a scenario where gom+himuro go to the mall etc with their s/o and somehow they get separated for a while without the s/o noticing. suddenly s/he hears an announcement being made “attentionto ___, please pick up your child at the counter” and sees their bf being all pouty that s/he left him behind. I saw a tweet and was inspired! thank you so much :))

Pfft I laughed out loud at this request…I can totally see some of the GOM members just doing it to be petty! Hope you enjoy, anon!

Also some of these are a bit crack-ish…I feel like I’ve been writing some serious things lately so just needed to let go of some mischievous energy~

Reader being paged overhead to pick up GOM at the lost child station

Akashi

You loved going out shopping with Akashi, but your lover could be too much sometimes.

Akashi seemed to have difficulty understanding the concept of “window shopping”; if you even looked at someone for longer than a glance, he’d be ready to call the nearest store associate over to purchase said item.

That led to an awkward discussion in which you insisted that you really didn’t have any burning desire to purchase the item, and it was often hard to convince Akashi that no, you were not lying, and yes, you were being completely honest with him.

It still didn’t stop the fact that sometimes things would just “coincidentally” end up on your desk at school, little gifts that you knew were from a certain redhead.

Wanting to repay the favor, you watched him intensely during the current shopping trip, finally managing to escape away with an excuse about needing to use the restroom.

It was a bit harder to dodge the bodyguards, but a quick dart into the lingerie section took care of that, the sight of lace and negligee even a bit too much for the most stoic bodyguards to be brave enough to step through

You were picking out a lovely silk tie accompanied by a silver tie pin, just having retrieved it from the clerk after you purchased it when you heard it.

“Attention _____, please come pick up your child at the nearest security booth. Attention _____…”

You stomped over to the nearest security booth, apologies already prepared for the frazzled women that was glancing nervously between you and Akashi

Not even a hint of embarrassment betrayed Akashi’s face as he looked calmly over at you, his arms crossed in front of him.

“Seijuro, did you really need to do that?”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about, _____.” Akashi stated, raising one perfect eyebrow at you. “You left me behind, and thus I employed an available resource to have us reunited.”

You wondered how much trouble you’d get in if you strangled Akashi instead with the new tie you had just bought.

Midorima

You’d left Midorima to his own devices at the bookstore, having picked out the necessary textbooks for the upcoming semester at school

You were browsing in the manga section, satiating your inner fujioshi as you ducked behind the displays, eagerly flipping through the new volumes available from your favorite manga artist

You’d never admit it, but one of the characters looked so much like your boyfriend, and was even a tsundere too!

It was hard to keep back your fan girlish squeals as you tucked the new releases into your shopping cart, knowing that it’d take Midorima a bit longer to finish browsing the study guides section

Your inner thirst momentarily sated, you walked up to your favorite clerk as you passed over the goodies, her face mirroring your smile as the two of you gushed over your findings

It was nice to find someone who understood, especially since you couldn’t ever imagine asking Midorima to discuss such books of such indecent nature with you

You could picture your carrot-kun in your mind saying that, but part of you wondered how adorable it’d be to see him blushing if you forced him to read the manga along with you…something you’d definitely have to consider in the future, of course

“Attention _____, your lost child is waiting for you at the security booth outside the bookstore. Attention _____…”

You quickly finish checking out, racing over with your books in hand as you come across one (1) blushing carrot and one (1) smirking, hawk-eyed basketball player

“Yo, _____-chan!” Takao waved. “I found Shin-chan for you!”

“Aww, Shin-tan, did you get lost?” You peer into Midorima’s eyes, laughing at the disgusted look on his face. “Don’t worry, I’m here now~”

“W-What nonsense, Takao simply dragged me here for no good reason!!” Midorima stuttered

You decided that it would be best to lead your green-haired boyfriend away, lest he be arrested for assault in the middle of the mall.

Aomine

“I wonder if they’ll pop if I stab them hard enough…” You muttered under your breath, sick and tired of the female staff that was hanging off of Aomine’s arm, her breasts pushed up directly against his arm in the middle of the store. There were no way that those things were real, with how perfectly round they looked…

You’d underestimated just how devoted Aomine was to lingerie, of all things. When you mentioned going shopping for some unmentionables during the weekend, he’d invited himself along. To give you an objective perspective, of course.

So why was it that he was surrounded by a gaggle of females, instead of being his usual perverted self and coming up to you with all sorts of scandalous suggestions??

Clearing your throat loudly, you stepped up to your boyfriend, gently (or at least you tried to bed) prying off the hands of the girl that was clinging to him like a barnacle.

“Excuse me, but I think we’ve got enough assistance here.” You used the most sugar sweet voice you could manage, taking Aomine’s hand and not even hiding the fact that you rested his palm against the swell of your breast. “Babe, help me find something in my size?” You asked innocently, peering up at Aomine through your lashes as you pushed your chest against his hand.

Your display of possession finally chased away the mean old biddies as you began pushing Aomine out the door, ignoring his protests. “Babe, cmon…”

“Jeez Daiki, you can at least pretend to not notice.” You pout, sitting him down outside the store. “Wait here while I go finish buying this stuff!”

You hadn’t even had a few moments to yourself when the announcement paged overhead, hearing your name being called out to pick up your….child…from the security booth.

Aomine had a shit-eating grin on his face when you marched up to him, huffing and puffing. “Sorry _____, I just couldn’t wait. Besides…”

You yelped as he grabbed you by your butt, pulling you in as he not-so-subtly grinded himself against your hip. “I have to pay you back for making you mad, hm? This is all for you, babe.”

Kise

You weren’t sure what you had been thinking when you thought that for once, the two of you could enjoy a nice, private, shopping trip to the mall.

It seemed like all of his fans were coming out of the woodwork, in droves as they lunged for your boyfriend, stopping him every moment for autographs and pictures.

You liked that Kise was kind to his fans, but sometimes, enough was enough.

You finally gave up after you were pushed to the side of the crowd, deciding to take a break to go through the newest magazines that had hit the shelves.

Grabbing the nearest one, you discovered an article on said boyfriend as you read it with interest, blushing a bit at the embarrassing pose he had on in the picture.

It was an article about love and relationships, and you read his answers to the interview questions eagerly. You couldn’t help but smile fondly at the way he answered-your relationship couldn’t go public just yet, but it was obvious at least to your eyes that he was talking about you.

There was no need for you to feel insecure about your relationship with him, you thought. You were just about to put the magazine back on the rack when you heard your name being called overhead, asking you to pick up your child from the security office.

One quick checkout later, you were running to the stop when you came across a very familiar figure-even covered in hats, sunglasses, and wrapped up in scarfs like a mummy, you’d be able to recognize Kise anywhere.

“_____-cchi!!” Kise whined, tackling you right as you came into his sight. “Where were you?!?!”

“What are you wearing, Ryouta?!” You asked, quickly unwrapping the scarves that covered his face. “Aren’t you hot underneath all of that?!”

“But we finally had some time together, and I had to figure out something!” Kise replied, tears coming to his eyes as he latched onto you. “Sorry for making you jealous, _____-cchi!!!”

“I wasn’t jealous-“

“Wait, what is that?!” Kise grabbed the magazine out of your hand before you could react, before he turned to you with a pout. “_____-cchi! Do you like my picture more than me?!?! I’m the real thing!!!”

You couldn’t even blame the staff for calling Kise your child, with his crocodile tears and the way he was stubbornly clinging to you while you tried to calm the blonde-haired model down, assuring him that no, you were not going to leave him for a picture of him at a photoshoot.

Murasakibara

Big pouty baby here, 1000000%. When I first got the request, the first person that popped into my mind was our dear Murasakibara

You were visiting him in Akita for the weekend, but the rest of the Yosen basketball team had all demanded to meet up with you too on the outing

Murasakibara was first able to be tamed with snacks as he watched you handing Okamura tissues, listening to him cry his heart out to you about his recent relationship troubles. Then you were scolding Fukui for being mean to Okamura. Liu had somehow started a conversation with you too, and you were busy trying to decipher his speech, while updating Himuro on Kagami’s latest news and how he was starting (just barely) to tolerate Nigou at practice.

Even his coach had gotten involved, and Murasakibara had pouted when you agreed to meet with her for sushi, the two of you forming a bond over how to deal with Murasakibara whenever he got too spoiled or was acting up.

Finally having enough, Murasakibara walked away, crunching the bag of potato chips in his hands. I’m going to crush them all…how dare they take all of _____-chin’s time…

You had just managed to get Okamura to stop crying when you heard your name being called overhead, your brow furrowing in confusion at the odd announcement.

It wasn’t until you were looking around and hearing Himuro commenting about how Murasakibara had wandered off that you’d run over to the security booth, meeting with one very pouty, very upset purple-haired titan.

“I definitely don’t recall giving birth to someone so large, Atsushi.” You commented, tilting your head as you tried to coax Murasakbara into bending down so you could pat his head. “What’s wrong?”

Murasakibara only huffed, crossing his arms in front of his chest as his purple locks hid his face. “Not fair…Not fair, _____-chin. I thought I was important to you.”

“You are, Atsushi!”

“But you’re not paying attention to me.” You couldn’t help but giggle at Murasakibara’s childish whine, his cheeks puffing up as he full on pouted. “_____-chin is mine, and I’ll crush anyone else.”

“Atsu-channnn.” You hugged Murasakibara around his waist, peering up at him as you rubbed your face against his arms. “You’re so cute, and I love you~ I promise to make all your favorites tonight, okay?”

Himuro

Definitely just gets lost because pretty boy has absolutely no sense of direction at all

One moment he was following along with you, just happy to listen to you chattering on as you led him through the mall

But he’d gotten distracted for a moment, catching sight of a pretty necklace in the window of a jewelry store

It’d look nice against your skin, Himuro thought, but when he turned around to catch your attention, he blinked when he realized you were gone.

Himuro walked a bit more, but realized that all it was doing was making him more confused as he circled around the same area twice, looking absolutely lost.

He’d been standing in the same area for several moments, pretending that he knew what he was doing, staring at the map of the mall posted on a kiosk in the center of the hall when a passing security guard finally stopped to ask if he needed help

Himuro felt embarrassed as he admitted the situation that he’d found himself in, and he covered half his face with the palm of his hand as the announcement played overhead, asking for you to pick up your child in front of the security booth.

“Tatsuya, you had me so worried!!”

Himuro apologized profusely to you as he saw the beads of sweat on your forehead. “_____, why are you so sweaty…?”

“Because I was looking for you, silly!” You stuck your tongue out at your boyfriend as you flicked him in the forehead, ignoring his soft “ow” that left his lips. “You have a phone, don’t you?”

Himuro had indeed totally forgotten that he did have a cell phone on him.

“Cellular mobile devices are helpful for contacting someone when you can’t find them, in case you didn’t know.” You lectured him, and even though he was being scolded, Himuro couldn’t help but think you were so adorable, the way your cheeks were puffed up like a squirrel.

“Sorry, sorry.” Pulling you close, he kissed you on the forehead, ignoring your protests that you were super sweaty and gross. “Thanks for finding me, _____. I’ll make sure to hold onto your hand tight the next time so I don’t get lost, okay?”

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Akashi Seijuro :[[[[ (trash post and just literally me trashing about my fave. Akashi Seijuro)

WARNING: SPOILERS SPOILERS SPOILERS. ONLY THOSE WHO ARE BRAVE ENOUGH CAN PROCEED! (Also, I left what I consider as ‘treats’ at the very last and no, they’re not spoilers so u can check them.)

Hello. I am here to tell you the reasons why I love Akashi Seijuro. This is just me expressing my respect for this basketball captain and nO I’m nOT TrYIng tO RecRUit yOu tO WATCH KuROKo nO baSKEt oR aNyTHing...

1.) He cuts his own bangs.

2.) He is short but that does not affect him. I know it’s not new to have a short protagonist/main cast that is confident but I seriously think his confidence is in the next level. In fact, he is entrusted to become Teiko basketball team’s captain by the recent captain himself despite of his year level (which I think is very weird for sports manga - to have a younger year become a captain). 

Also, he is well respected because of how composed, and intimidating he could be both on and off court.

3.) He is strong-willed, hence, his thirst for victory. This is noticeable during his middle school with how he always seeks for excellent members, engaging to them and nudging them to work harder for them to reach their bestest. (Ehem. Kuroko’s case).

Sadly, this would eventually turn sour, especially that he has taken victory for granted. Seeing how the Gen. of Miracles slowly lost their passion for basketball as they have won every match they had, it pains me how they slowly shifted into a different persona in Teiko arc :((((((

4.) HE LOVES HIS TEAMMATES. PLEASE, STOP TELLING ME THAT HE IS A COLD-HEARTED A-HOLE BECAUSE HE IS NOT! HE ACTUALLY TREASURED THE MEMORIES HE SHARED WITH THE GEN. OF MIRACLES, OKAY?!

Honestly, these (the sudden shift of their perspective towards volleyball) wouldn’t have happened if the Teiko admin (was it? correct me if I am wrong) started to thirst for fame for the name of their school! Their coach was opposed you know, especially that he sees first hand how the boys started to change!!!

5.) VERY SKILLED. EVEN WITHOUT HIS EMPEROR’S EYE. NOTICE WHEN HE IS AT HIS EMPEROR MODE (When he started to have hetero chromatic eyes. I call that phase the Emperor bc he lowkey is haha) HE CAN BASICALLY PREDICT THE OPPONENTS’ NXT MOVE WITH THAT EYE?

BUUUUT DID YOU SEE HOW HIS OLD SELF (honestly, I forgot if they named his two personalities but I call the recent personality the Emperor, where he has hetero chromatic eyes and the old self, where his eyes are pink) JUST DECIDED TO COME BACK TO LIFE DURING THEIR MID GAME AGAINST SEIRIN? AND HE’S JUST?? SO SKILLED?? EVEN WITHOUT THE EYE???

6.) And notice when old self was out, he was kinder???? AND MORE AFFECTIONATE? Don’t get me wrong, the Emperor expresses his affection in a very odd way. BUT DID YOU SEE HOW SURPRISED HIS SENIORS WERE WHEN HE COMPLIMENTED THEM AT THE COURT?

THAT IS HIM AFTER THE SEIRIN MATCH, ACCEPTING HIS DEFEAT LIKE MY A MAN!!! HE IS SO SOFT I AM: S I M P I N G.

Also, thank God he did not pluck his eyes out like the Emperor promised UwU.

7.) I actually have a lot of reasons in stored but they seem to have yeeted out of my mind so I’ll end it with this:

He’s actually found peace(?) and is finally contented?

I can’t put it into words well but during the movie, the last game? Where they fought against that American team? (Honestly, they were a trash they were so mean >:[[[) And he had no choice but to give in to the Emperor’s suggestion of making him out? And old Akashi was just like, okay sure.

And like, in the middle of the game, THE EMPEROR SUDDENLY BID HIS GOODBYE?! LIKE BICH, DAFUCK MY EYES WERE BAWLING WHILE I STARE AT MY SCREEN. OLD AKASHI WAS SO CONFUSED BUT THE EMPEROR EXPLAINED THAT HE KNEW AKASHI WON’T BE NEEDING HIM ANYMORE AND I AM SO SOFT I WANNA HUG HIM RIGHT NOW-

The point is, Akashi is kind-hearted bean who just expresses his affection in a different sense. He is uptight but he actually treasured each and every one of the Gen. of Miracles. So when the admins have low-key put the pressure on their backs, and with their consecutive wins, it is understandable how their personalities shifted, hence, losing the love for the sport.

And Akashi, as the new captain, has to ingest all of this? He has to keep the Gen. of Miracles in check and at the same, checking his self, too? Especially that he’s starting to crave for winning more and more?

And when Murasakibaracchi tried to test Akashi’s strength? Of course, I know deep inside Akashi was baffled by the fact that his members are questioning his capabilities as their Captain, giving in to the creation of the Emperor.

But eventually, in the last game, he finally becomes contented of what he has achieved so far and that maKES ME CRY AGAIN DAMMIT

That’s basically it. God knows how bittersweet it was to me to watch the last movie, basically the last chapter of this franchise :[[[[

Also, Akashi shares the same voice with some of my favorite boys:

WE LOVE HIROSHI KAMIYA

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DAY 6 (April 16) Alarm | Impulse | Fire Quote: “We’ve already come this far.”

“Impulse: a sudden strong wish to do something.” ... I tried to capture the moment when this urgency becomes too strong to suppress it. And when your boyfriend is beautiful it’s impossible to hold back.

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Pairing: Akashi Seijuro x Kuroko Tetsuya

Warnings: extremely in love Akashi.

Summary: ...A summer vacation that they will always remember... An instant framed in a dazzling dream... A perfect impressionist painting, eternal yet never the same. (I don’t know how to do things normally)

Title:  

                        TAORMINA, MON AMOUR...

They ran through the crooked bystreet, up the steep stone stairs, sharp stairs climbing all over the hill like veins of a vital being that breathed ancientness.

They were still humid with saltiness, droplets of water embedded in the hair gave kaleidoscopic marine shades as if the sea itself wanted to remain anchored to those two peculiar creatures by their being in symbiosis.

 Regardless of the suffocating heat, of the sun that never ceased to flood the earth with its fiery rays, the two boys kept going up, running towards the main street of the little village, gasping, smiling.

 The last curve and then the overwhelming light of the Sicilian sun.

Kuroko Tetsuya shielded his face with his left hand.

 The light in Sicily is different. Inaccessible. Exposes everything and hides it. Sometimes it changes and you don't make it in time: you change too.

 Akashi stayed a little behind, admiring Kuroko's silhouette advancing through the light, playfully.

Kuroko's hair merged into the infinite and blue horizon. Moving, it created waves games in the sky no more still with it, as if an impressionist painter had created a sky through the mastery of his brushstrokes, personifying it in the boy.

 Then Tetsuya turned around.

 And it was an eternal moment.

 Akashi was taken aback by the sudden vision of light and azure blended in Kuroko’s big like abysses eyes.

The light of noon remained chained between Kuroko's perfect skin that became a crystalline jubilation, diaphanous, a white glow, a distilled tear. A saline tear falling from a rebellious tuft of Tetsuya's hair to his soft lips half opened for the pant.

Akashi tailed its path, captivated.

 And in that perfect instant, in which the sublime took the form of his lover, he felt that everything all the suffering poets and writers had tried to grasp, to understand in vain, was there, in front of him, and looked at him tantalizingly.

 And Akashi inhaled with the sugary air an immediate, oppressive desire for possession. He wanted that celestial creature, he wanted to grab him, to make him his own, to possess him eternally, to imprison that sky in his red sunset.

 Akashi extended his arm.

His hand was getting closer and closer to Kuroko, fingers outstretched, here yes, yes! He is about to touch it, to graze that nacre neck; a shiver already rises along the limb.

 It took only a second, the time to lose himself a moment too long in that endearing smile.

Akashi lost sight of Kuroko among the garrulous crowd pouring into the street. The fingers touched only the scent of Tetsuya, of his love, as elusive as the smell of summer in the air.

 Akashi blinked several times. The dream moment crumbled, surrounding the boy with reality made exotic by its contrasts: fancy tourists and small stalls full of trinkets in a cheerful mess. //

 Both Akashi and Kuroko had let themselves be overwhelmed by the sparkling and relaxed air of Taormina.

Time increases, ceasing to exist and you can even spend hours without realizing it enjoying an ice cream sitting on the steps of a church overlooking the sea. Seijuro and Tetsuya had done it with pleasure, happily forgetting about the frenetic lifestyle and Japanese etiquette.

Every now and then Kuroko held Akashi's hand tightly, with ardor, entwining his fingers with Akashi’s.

And the two boys had looked at each other with complicity, waiting for the warm summer evening that painted the sky with infinite amaranthine shades.   //

 Akashi reached Kuroko who had stopped in front of an aperture that seemed like a shadow door, like a portal to another world.

 “Akashi-kun, look!”

 Akashi leaned over that inlet in the wall: high steps lost in the shadow, almost crushed by the stone walls.

He read the street's name, frowning.

“Vi-colo stret-to.”  Italian syllables came out of his mouth slowly. “Appropriate name”

Akashi smiled.

 “What does it mean?”

 “Narrow alley.”

 “Really appropriate,” Kuroko answered, looking at the alley where only one person could hardly pass.

Then he turned to Akashi.

With a nod, he said: "Let's go!" and began to climb the stairs, leaning on the narrow walls from time to time.

 Akashi found himself chasing after that sky vision again.

It was as if they had really gone through a portal: the sounds felt distant, the light had no power in that dark tunnel.

And Seijuro got infected by those creeping shadows dyeing his desire for possession with gloomy colors.

 Kuroko felt in the air as if time was stalling.

Then two arms lifted him, holding him to a body he loved and knew well.

 And again, time transmuted into an eternal instant.

 In that embrace, it was as if Akashi had seized the interminable sky that always eluded him; he felt like a new Icarus whose thirst to rise finally was satisfied by conquering that sky always too far and always too unattainable.

 A gust of wind raised fallen bougainvillea flowers.

The citrusy scent of orange blossoms spread out in the air, an almost suffocating perfume in all its sweetness.

It blended with the smell of Akashi's skin emphasized by the sea notes hovering on his neck, on his face… Kuroko lost himself in that endless hug.

 He inhaled that fragrance with emphasis as if he were suffocating and needed that poison in his lungs in order to survive. In order to die a sweet death.

And Tetsuya felt red remains of lost spring trapped in his hands.

 They kissed.

 Eyes closed. One heartbeat. One soul.

 Seijuro savored that fragrant and blue flower of the sea wave.

 Mouth to mouth, Akashi and Kuroko tasted each other’s flavor mixed with sea salt, the ethereal memory of an aquatic dream.

And they became pure summer when the rays of the setting sun rip the turquoise of the vault apart with their impetuous red.

 Then time resumed its lazy flowing albeit incessant.

 Kuroko managed to wriggle free of Akashi and continued his run towards the end of the alley, caring to cast a defiant look at his lover.

Akashi, once again, had to hunt that Nereid as ephemeral as a summer night’s dream.

 But this time Tetsuya took his hand bringing back Seijuro in the light of that Sicilian summer.

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akafuri + Geborgenheit.

Akashi Seijuro has been running all his life. 

He was five when he was given a ledger book to record expenses. That was his first toy from his father. 

He was ten when his mother died. He got extra language lessons and etiquette training lessons the next day. 

He was thirteen when he captained his middle school. His father rewarded him with the first campaign in the Tokyo Division of Akashi Group. 

He was seventeen when he lobbied ministers for the first time. His father’s increasing political ambitions and lesser care of company welfare burdened the boy. The camel’s back was getting heavier with time. 

He was twenty when his father died. Tragically, they had said. Heart failure, they had said. Akashi comes to work the next day as usual. 

Agreements are met. Negotiations are made. Mergers happen. Employees trust him. The board places faith in him to steer the company the way his father had. When he didn’t start thirsting for power. 

It is when he is twenty five and sitting at the reception of Kagami and Kuroko, he wonders where the time went. The happy couple need no money, no power, no superfluous upper crust thirst and greed. They seems enraptured in their own world. A world of content smiles and satisfied sighs and comfort. A world not within his reach. A world that never was, he realises.

What am I when I cant find what they have found. That is the question he asks that day. It frightens him that he knows no answer. 

He sees a familiar face in the crowd that day. Furihata Kouki. The same guy who works for him is at the wedding. He belatedly realises that Kuroko and he were teammates in high school. The polite smile and inane conversation through dinner is what makes him not break apart right then and there. His insecurities have no chance to win against the Akashi mask of confidence and poise. 

It is little by little, day by day that the tentative friendship starts. Nods and smiles turn to actual conversations. Late night working turn to take out dinners. Few minutes of ecstasy on the rug under their desks to stave off the frustration. The weekends of long, languid exploration of their bodies. 

The toothbrush in the bathroom. The clothes that make their way to their closets. The books that get left in each other’s houses. 

Eventually finding their own place in a new house just for themselves. 

Akashi Seijuro is twenty seven when he asks Furihata Kouki to move in. 

Its over a cup of hot chocolate, a shared blanket, huddled mass on a lumpy couch while the rain assaults the window. 

Because Furihata Kouki is his sanctuary.

And Akashi is twenty seven when he realises that. 

[Geborgenheit - security. safety and comfort.]

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Wildchild [13]

Hi lovelies, 🐾

hope you'll love the new chapter.

Daiki is a teasing mess, you are pretty angry and things are gonna mix up once again.

Cruel author V!

👀This is a regular chapter, so no warning ahead!

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➿Genre: long story, contains angst, fluff and smut parts.

The swish of the ball passing through the net, after the rebound taken on the bounce, under the eyes of a beautiful girl dressed in red, cheering for him and devouring him with her eyes since he arrived at the basketball court and asked to play.

He is the king of the court, the coolest of the cool and he has  probably even scored a quickie, all in a scant hour.

So what's all the fuss about? 

He rolls up the sleeves of his dark T-shirt over his shoulders and starts going again, because only he knows how much bitterness he feels inside.

"Before I moved, I'm sure I was deeply in love with you....I am no longer the girl I used to be, and you are no longer the boy I liked so much" 

He clenches his jaw and shoots again, and again from the bench the girl in red exults, calling his name. He wishes you two would meet at that precise moment, so you would understand what it means to be attracted to someone.

Too bad you're at home playing stupid songs on the piano, missing the chance to see how wrong you are about everything.

Too bad you never cheered for him like that, but always sat on the bench, collecting tactics and data from Momoi, filling water bottles and having that maniac Wakamatsu look at your ass, just for the sake of laughing at his face when he pointed it out. 

You were his quest. 

He had to be the one to sit between you and Satsuki, waiting for the manager to hand him the towel so that you could put your small hand next to his and, under the guise of fetching him a drink, hide behind his broad back to whisper sinful appreciations of his body for which he would  so gladly reward you later.

The austere appearance and naughty mind, the self-control and the complete ruin, all your extremes had made him dependent on you, because he alone knew them.

"Boy, you're  in trouble!" he hears the playmaker of your team trio laugh, at the end of the game, as his fan approaches.

She smiles at you, talks in fits and starts, has already prepared a bottle of water and even a note and stuns you with her beautiful legs in view, her flattery and hands under her breasts.

He squeezes his eyes shut and wipes away the sweat with the hem of your t-shirt and when he feels, again, that predatory glance on his body, he has proof.

The girl in the red dress was not like you, no one was like you.

As if you were even remotely comparable, as if any girl who had been hanging around with him was even close to you.

"It’s flattering, but got a girl back home" he lies, letting himself be followed to the bench where he receives a towel and the  ringing phone.

He smiles, because for once, your childhood friend disturbs you with purpose.

"Satsuki, guess where I am?" he exclaims excitedly, too bad that on the other end of the line you're experiencing the worst possible version of Momoi. 

"I don't give a damn where you are, Daichan. I just need to understand why you're acting like a moron! She doesn't want to come to the fair because of you... Even Tetsu couldn't convince her! On Monday we leave for basketball camp and I swear, if you ruin my fireworks evening with Testu I'll break your head!” she tells in one breath.

"And what do you think I might do?" he asks her,  sipping water.

"Apologise and start acting like an adult!" she sighs and closes the call.

Not quite a declaration of love, but a reason powerful enough to get him on his way home.

During the shower at home, wearing clothes, walking the ten-minute walk between your homes, he wonders how he could possibly ring the doorbell less than twenty-four hours after he's done everything he could to make you understand that he considers you a burden, and not look like a jerk. 

He turned the corner and when he saw the big wooden door, he knew he couldn't. He passes a bicycle that someone has left near the wall covered by the creeper, straightens his back and gets distracted again. Through the open windows he hears you playing an uptempo song, maybe an anime opening, which you sing, cheerfully laughing at the words you don't know. He clutches the handle of the canvas bag Natsume gave him, a present , and listens closer, because there is something deeply wrong with that song. There is someone else singing it, laughing along with you. 

Someone of his same sex.

The same one who actually opens the door for him. 

An ordinary face, with the powerful body of a young man.

"And who on earth are you?" he asks, observing the astonished expression with which he stares at you.

"Aomine Daiki! The amazing Aomine Daiki! Are you for real? I don't fucking believe it! Hurry up!  There’s Aomine Daiki!" he is told, his name pronounced as a frantic spell.

If he weren't about to slap him, he'd even find it funny. 

But now, he has to deal with your puzzled expression and the urge to laugh passes him by immediately.

"He got jammed" he smiles at you, accepting your invitation to enter, closing the heavy door behind him. You look at him with slight suspicion, and then turn to the boy as if to apologise for the situation. Both bare feet, both with that gleam on your face left by an afternoon full of pleasurables pastimes. 

Wait, did he interrupt something he doesn't even dare to imagine?

“This is Kenta, probably your biggest fan in Japan. It would be nice if you could be kind for once” you tell him, stepping to the side of the boy who looks at you as if you were a fairy. Dressed in pale blue sundress, your back fully exposed by the neck tie, hair gathered in a bun, he swears he is feeling the magic too.

"Kenta knows I am joking" he said to the boy, holding out his hand. "Thank you for your support. Are you a player, too?" he asks, passing him to leave the canvas bag on the bench.

"Yes at school but..." stammers the other, still in disbelief to find himself in front of his idol.

"There is an open playground, right at the end of this block, near the post office. I hang out there a lot, during the holidays. Come whenever you want and show me something!" he offers, keeping his gaze fixed on the prize, and immediately moves to join you at the fridge, where you are retrieving something cool to drink.

"Isn't he a little young?" he taunts, trapping your pretty little body between his and the appliance, gently and secretly brushing your silky spine with a finger.

"Don't get all over me" you say quietly, returning to the table, not caring that you practically have to move him by weight.

He shrugs and sits down next to his new friend, who tells him about finding the shirt in the girl's room and how much of a surprise it was to learn of your friendship.

"What were the chances?" he points out, much more at ease.

"The real question is...Why do you have such easy access to her bedroom, boy?" He comments, just for the sake of provocation. 

A joke that amuses no one but him.

He sees Kenta glowing red, searching for an explanation that doesn't want to come out of his mouth, taking a sip of drink that goes wrong sideways, making him cough hard, awakening the hostess' anger.

"You really are an idiot!" he hears you snort. " His grandfather fixed my piano and he came by today to see if everything is alright. Between the two, I still don't understand why YOU are here!" you tell him in a sharp tone.

"Satsuki sent me. The fair” he quickly confesses, opening a hand to solicit an answer.

"No, the answer is no" you tell him, checking the boy to see if he is still breathing.

"She told me she will break my head if I don't convince you" he replies with a smirk.

"So be it, you won't miss your brain" you smile at him, setting your glass down.

"Natsume has sewn you a yukata for the occasion, you'll break her heart! “ he tempts you, sure you can't resist his mother.

"You put it on, with those beautiful legs you know how many compliments!" you laugh, shifting your attention back to the younger boy who, managing to breathe again, looks at you with a confused expression.

"You really are childish" he snorts, because he is losing his patience.

''If I were, I would tell you to take your girlfriend to the fair, but I'm just telling you I don't want to go, what's wrong with that? “ you explain amiably, with that half smile of someone who knows exactly what is getting into.

He has to bite his tongue not to answer, has to remember that there is that stranger sitting next to you, otherwise he would have already grabbed your soft thighs, lifted you onto his lap to press you against the wall, exposing your warm skin to the caress of his hands, allowing his fingers to reach your core, teasing you, making you beg to give you what you deserve until you both become one groaning being. 

At the mere thought he feels his senses awaken with an urgency that alarms him.

How can he already be so turned on?

“Are you gonna disappoint Satsuki and Tetsu?” he tried one more time.

“Are you gonna disappoint your Yuriko doll? You know she doesn’t like me ” you reply “See, there’s no way out, so it’s not my fault, this is how it must be !” your smile turns unbearably sweet.

Or maybe not.

"I can be your date, you if you want… I mean if it doesn't embarrass you " you hear a voice coming from behind "I've never been to a fair with a group. So… your friends and his girlfriend won't be sad" he finishes his reasoning, excited about the solution he has found.

He only has to look at the change in the expression on your face, to know that he got what he came for. 

How could you be so angry and yet so proud of him?

He trapped you with his goodwill, yet you can't bring yourself to tell him to mind his own bloody business, moved by that gesture, because you know you would have done the same at his age. 

That’s why you cannot bounce back.

How could you disappoint the expectations of your pet Kenta who all proudly wags his tail around you?

How can you refuse a little boy a midsummer's dream?

“Fine, then” he hears your voice become calm again as you look at him: a long, icy glaze that tells him you are starting the next game.

"I'll have Satsuki send you the details " he says, getting up from the bench in one smooth motion. "Kenta, thanks for your help, I'll see you tomorrow" he smiled, noticing how you didn't even move to walk you to the door.

Still, he feels your eyes on his shoulders as he raises a hand in greeting: he knows you’re mad , but you also know that tomorrow night he can make it up to you.

You have always enjoyed him when he was a bit wild.

After all, heated pacemaking sessions were your favourite for a reason.

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Wildchild [15]

Hello everyone!🩷

I hope December is treating you well!

Here is the new release of my long story. A lot happens in this chapter. First of all, Akashi makes a cameo of his own from a distance, while you have to deal with Daiki. 😈

Thanks to everyone who loves this story, which is very special to me because it made me want to write again.

Ah… Summer evenings! The chapter is very long, so I'll try to do a double split. It doesn't have particularly spicy content, but as a precaution I'll mark it as such. (but there's something... read and see! 💘)

Happy reading and happy holidays! 🩷

I really hope you enjoy it!

V.

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"There is no need to be sorry, as the cause of this situation is mainly me"

 "I have missed you, but as I told you, I think I also have to pay a price for my lack of drive"

"What I find incredible about you is how deeply you understand me, although sometimes as now, I wonder if your understanding is true sympathy or a way of not having to tell me that you could be perfectly fine without me."

"I don't fear your Tokyo past, but I can't deny that I was not pleased to know you were close to him, these days"

"Come back home, we just need to look into each other's eyes and talk".

You look out of the window at the dark night, release your still damp hair from the towel and think about his words, because you know that Seijuro felt something different in you.

He wasn't rude or aggressive, he just chose his words carefully, he didn't put any direct questions or allusions, he didn't even provoke you.

Nothing alarming, but you clearly felt that change. As if your level of confidence had dropped, as if your dialogue had broken down on the line and each of you was afraid of hurting the other by revealing something trivially obvious, but fundamental. As if each of you were only telling the other a version of the story that you do not believe. Just as you did, carefully withholding the truth about your exchange with the ace of Too. Just as he did, omitting all the details of his romantic getaway to Kurima Island.

You sigh, because maybe you should call him back and put all your guilt to rest.

You are sure he would understand, after all, nothing noteworthy happened.

Nothing noteworthy happened, but are you sure he would understand?

And again, what if it was you who did not understand his innocent holiday?

You bring your hands to your face and rub your eyes, this is really getting out of control.

All because of him.

You look down at your mobile phone, you have already read his name on the display.

It's funny that after two years of silence, he suddenly makes three phone calls  in just less than two hours. It would be even more ridiculous if it even crossed your mind to answer.

You step away from the window, retrieve a T-shirt from the shelf of his lost and found, and slip it on, noticing how much your thirty centimetres difference brings the garment to your knees, perfect as a night dress, now that your suitcase with all your clothes had been sealed for the trip.

You check your reservation for the train again, set an alarm for five o'clock and with a quick calculation realise that you'll get as much sleep tonight, as long as you get to sleep immediately. In the distance you hear the sound of fireworks and you smile, thinking of Satsuki and her wishes, which you are sure the kind boy will take great care of.

You shift the sheets and rest your head on the pillow, thinking only of how you will react tomorrow morning, when he’ll  pick you up from the station.

“ I'll take you for breakfast at that tiny place you like so much, so you can get used to Kyoto and to me again “ he had told you, making your heart clench.

You are almost about to fall asleep, when in the absolute silence of the house, a familiar noise reaches your ears. 

A continuous call, increasing in frequency, a sound you have heard before. 

"That's not happening " you grumble, kicking off the blankets and running to the front door.

You remove the latch, turn the handle and find him standing in front of you with an unseemly expression on his face.

"Seriously, what's the matter with you?" you ask him, annoyed by the attention his presence has attracted. You see the light go on in Mrs. Ota's kitchen, and you know it's a matter of minutes before she comes snooping in.

“Next time, answer the calls”' he rumbles, distracted by the sudden grasp that you're using one of his shirts as a nightgown. 

"Good grief, do you know what time it is?" you tell him exasperatedly, as you see your neighbour close her dressing gown, and approach in stride. You smile and briefly explain to her the tale of the dumb girl who loses her mobile phone at the fair, and the good  childhood friend who brings it back at that outrageous hour.

"The train leaves at six, that would have been really bad..." you admit, turning the boy's phone over in your hands, smiling gratefully at him, holding up that antics until the woman convinces herself and goes back the way she came.

"Nice performance " he says, standing in the doorway.

" Do you want to be the talk of the block for the next two months?" you ask him, leaning against the doorframe.

" You wouldn't have cared, before " he claps back, taking a step towards you, but you don't even notice, busy as you are checking your neighbour's kitchen light since it goes out.

"What do you want?" you greet him, raising your head to see him walk past , as he quietly heads into the kitchen.

" Is there anything cool in the fridge? Yes, ice lollies ! Want one? " he asks, covering a yawn with his hand.

You close the door and follow him, staying with your hands crossed at arm's length.

"So?" he urges you, remaining with his back to you.

" You are unbelievable !" you huff, finally catching his attention.

" Thanks " he turns and smiles, taking a bite of the lolly and making you laugh.

It may be the paradoxical situation, it may be the tiredness, it may be that in a few hours this will all be a memory to be erased, but you don't feel like arguing.

You don't even need to be near, so you look out the window and decide to wait for him to finish his midnight snack and leave, away from him, on the patio. You slide open the door and in a moment you are sitting with your back to the wall, enjoying the sight of the plants lit by the solar lanterns. You inhale, the smell of water and earth, the same smell of all your summers. You feel the leaves of the camellia bush quivering at the night breeze, and see Goro, the lazy neighbour's cat, come out, disappearing under the fence, probably lured by some adventure.

You turn as you hear him reach the inner garden, you see him slip to your side, his long legs beside yours, his feet bare now that his sandals have been thrown off at the entrance.

"I left you the last bite" he tells you, using the stick as if it were a sword.

"I don't want any of your leftovers" you tell him, pushing his hand away with yours. He chews the last piece of aniseed ice and throws the stick into the garden, as he always has.

“Then give me back my shirt” he challenges you, folding his lips into his typical smile, which already tells you what will happen.

 But you are no longer like that.

"Don't you dare! "If it's the shirt you want, just wait five minutes and..." your voice breaks, his strong arms pulling you close, his legs shifting yours, his right hand running down your spine to let his fingers grasp the back of your neck.

"It's not the shirt I want" he tells you, his voice so low, coming out of his cold lips against the skin of your neck.

"You can't " is all you manage to say, searching his eyes.

"I can, if you want" he corrects you, owning you with those intense eyes, sealing his promise by sinking his teeth into your soft skin, aware that the mark his tongue now caresses will remain visible for a long time.

"No, I don't... Daiki, stop! " you confess to him and he quickly lets you free.

Then comes the silence. A thick, short silence.

"I don't seem to understand you any more, babe..." is the only thing you hear him say, before he turns away from you to curl up, resting his chin on his knees and staring at an undefined spot in the garden.

''We don't understand each other anymore, it's not a matter of you or me'' you explain to him, extending a hand that you would like to place on his shoulder, but decide to leave between you two.

"Is it because I've been a jerk?" he asks, leaning his back against the wall again and looking at you straight.

"You're not just a jerk, you're the worst. How can you go out with an attractive girl like Yoshiko and still be so horny?" you ask him, smiling.

"Just knock it off and answer!" he urges you abruptly.

You stretch your arms behind your back, feeling your shoulders ache with tension.

"I can't be done with you if you don't help me" you explain, folding your legs and leaning sideways against the wall so that you're looking him straight in the eyes "You can't tell me to go my own way, to forget about you, if you're then going to behave the way you have for the last two days, and that… That's inappropriate, to say the least. But..." you huff  "Despite everything, part of me doesn't want to let you go, and being here doesn't help me forget" you acknowledge, fiddling with your fingers, unable to sustain his gaze. 

"I don't want you to forget or go anywhere" he tells you softly, almost in a whisper, bringing his hand a short distance away from yours.

"It's not fair. I'm going to end up falling in love with you again, and I don't want that to happen ever again" you explain, pulling your shirt over your knees "I hate the person it turns me into" you confess the truth aloud to him for the first time.

" I miss you so much" he tells you, reaching out a hand to caress your face, but you pull his fingers away, grabbing his wrist.

"I can't let you have your way, because I’m telling you, your way hurts me" you end up with a sigh.

"There’s no other way to get to you, and you are so good at avoiding me. That's why this was necessary, what should I have done?" he tells you calmly.

"Call me!" you tell him, involuntarily raising the tone of your voice "What did you do instead? You insulted me in front of my closest friends, you denied the quality of our time together, you came to my house thinking you could use me like a filthy blow-up doll and now you come and tell me it's my fault, because you need care and attention ? You are seriously shameless!" your voice is firm, but you look at him without anger.

" If I had, we wouldn't be here now. You would have found an excuse and cut me off, just like you did after a month in Kyoto with him. If a month at the height of your feelings was enough to discard me, let alone now. You'll fall in love with me again, you say? Bullshit!  You'll get over it as soon as you set foot in Kyoto, and your pretty little body on Akashi's, like two years ago. All it took was 30 fucking days!” he states, crossing his arms over the dark fabric of the yukata that opens slightly over his broad chest.

“You don't know what you're saying, Daiki” you shake your head, looking at the garden.

"I do know, so I'll explain it plainly. All I know is that you don't care about me now, and most likely never did”  you hear his voice echoing you. 

You feel a long blade go to your heart and, more than the pain, you ache at the absolute confidence with which he spoke those words. How could he have even thought such a thing? How could he question your feelings, when it was clear as the sun in the sky, it was he who had put all his effort into losing you?

Even though you promised yourself you wouldn't do it, he deserved to be punished harshly, because he crossed every line. 

Truth.

 That was going to be what would hurt him the most, and you're finally ready to rub it in his face.

"I don't have that kind of relationship with Akashi, there wasn't him or anyone else after you" you confide, arousing his surprise "If I don't reach out to you now, it's for the same reason I backed out then. It's because I saw and understood that you needed someone by your side, someone to give you moral and physical support, and I was too distant and tired to pretend that all the girls who liked you, couldn't have you. I know all about Yoko the cheerleader, Rika from the tennis club and all the others, because, little by little, they took a piece of you away from me. I watched them come and go, until I realised that it probably wasn't me who was so special in your eyes. You wanted someone to be with you. You didn't want me for me, but because I was always within reach” you tell him, closing his lips with a gentle touch of your fingers, because you're not done yet. “Listen, I'm gonna tell you this only once. You meant the world to me, but I couldn't tolerate you replacing me so quickly. Tetsu's right, I can hide it, but it certainly doesn't hurt any less. I thought the same things you thought, I missed the same things you missed, I hated every minute I thought about your body, your lips and your hands on a body that wasn't mine, but the difference is that yours was a fantasy, mine… Not " you add, intercepting his gaze again.

" You turned your back on me. I could no longer reach you. In the blink of an eye, you disappeared. Gone. If I managed to catch up with you it was only when you decided to spite Akashi, the night after the game against the Jabberwocks. Apparently your sacrifice was vain, if you didn't get what you wanted from your Kyoto prince but I.... I don't even know what I was thinking anymore, because you make me incapable of thinking! ” he tells you with a hint of bitterness.

You smile, because things are much simpler than that.

“Is that what you were telling yourself? That I did it just to get Sei's attention? Is that what makes you feel so left out ?"  you tell him softly, waiting for his gaze.

”It's the only logical explanation to date”  he nods, drawing an invisible line on the wooden floor between the two of you. He narrows his eyes slightly when you chuckle at his reasoning, but continues to listen to your words.

''Since when does logic apply to us, Daiki? " you ask him, stopping his fingers with yours, enjoying that fleeting touch. 

"I came to you because I wanted you, my body wanted yours, my mind thought of nothing but you. It was always you" you exhale, leaning your head against the cool wall of the house, deciding to let it out, once and for all.

It is not the best time, not at all, too bad that you can no longer tolerate the burden of your own lies. You let his fingers sink between yours, feel his body move closer, feel the heat rising on your skin. You turn your head in his direction and smile, because your lips are one step away from kissing.

"The truth is, I'm so damn in love with you, that I don't know what to do with myself. The worst thing is that this thing doesn't go away, it never goes away. I just feel you, no matter how much I hold back. It's your presence in a room, your name, little things like that, that make me realise how much I still want you to be mine, in spite of everything, in spite of all the lousy things you can do or say to me. That is why I need your help to stop it, because I am the weak one right now” you acknowledge.

Daiki looks at you, for the first time without that ironic shadow in his eyes, as if your words had stitched up a wound of his, as if the answer to a question he had never asked, had suddenly come to him.

"No” his voice replies “I won't, love. I can't let you fade away again, my life sucks without you" he tells you, bringing his forehead closer to yours, caressing your cheeks with his lips, being careful to avoid yours. You feel his warm breath, his good scent and close your eyes, feeling his big hands run over your thighs until he leads you to sit on top of him, waiting for your eyes to look at his, before speaking. "Let's go on from here, you and me. Together" he proposes, seeking your lips for a kiss, which you elude, because all your being feels is again  that excruciating fear.

"Together we're a mess, Daiki" you tell him "I need a relationship that I can control, something that won't get in the way of my life and fill it all up; and you need a real person next to you: someone to kiss you and hug you and tell you how much of a moron you are" you smile at him, feeling his left hand dangerously close to the curve of your hips. "When I'll leave, you'll end up hating me, and I'll hate you even more because... “

You can't finish the sentence because he shushes you by smacking his lips against yours, holding you against him with one hand on the nape of your neck and the other on your bottom. He reaches over you, erasing any space in between, slides you completely onto his crotch so that you can clearly feel his arousal, kisses you greedily, rocks you back and forth under the hot massage of his strong body, moans into your mouth, stops his moist tongue only to pierce you with a gaze so eager it makes you shudder.

“ I will shamelessly seduce you until you are mine again, just know it. I won't let you desire anyone else, or let anyone else make you feel so flustered and needy” he swears, moving his large hand which, in the blink of an eye, reaches dangerously past your navel. You feel him smirk against your neck as your sighs get louder, you close your eyes and, just as you decide to let go, you feel a strange vibration that first worries you both, then makes you burst out laughing.

"Answer" you smile at him, giving him some room to pull out your mobile phone, but he stops you. Retrieving the device, he lets you lean your head against the crook of his shoulder so that together you can read the big news that interrupted your activities.

"Are you coming or not? If you want to get laid, hurry up, because I'm sleepy'. 

It is Yoshiko's voice, bursting your bubble and bringing you back to reality. You quickly look down and feel dirty, because you are groping someone else's boyfriend. She is sitting at home waiting to be honoured as he is honouring you, his lips should be on hers, his hands should be giving pleasure to her and not you.

How could you have fallen so low? How could you lose control and become a Yoko, a Rika or someone who simply gets in the way?

You hear his voice calling you and the only thing you want to do is run as far away as possible. You move his hands away from your face, press your heels and knees together and break contact, under his stunned gaze.

'This is wrong. It's all wrong ' you stammer, standing up, pulling your shirt stiffly over your legs and looking at him briefly, before walking back inside.

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[cerberosthehellguard]

Oneshot #18

Rating: T

Relationships: AkaFuri.

Characters: Akashi Seijuurou. Furihata Kouki.

Wordcount: 2000+ words

Tags: Incubus/Human AU. Fluff. Crack. Based on this comic.  

Summary: Akashi summons a rare and powerful incubus. Only, accidentally.

Author's note: What better way to start the new year than with a sizeable helping of sap and drama? Anyway, this is the last of my oneshots. I will be making a separate post about the future works and general gushing about my lovely readers soon but as of now, my oneshot collection comes to an end with this. THANK YOU AND ENJOY!! 

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Mayuzumi was going to die.

A very explicitly gruesome death, Akashi predicted.

They were in college for god's sakes. Wasn't bullying supposed to stop with high school? Apparently not as the grey puffs of smoke grew bigger and bigger, engulfing the room with its force, enough to blur his eyes and make him difficult to breathe, throat constricting with every second that passed by. He had been thrown on the floor at the impact of the smoke, the suspicious book the cause of all this lying somewhere nearby and the room plunged in complete darkness even if it was only midday.

Akashi balanced himself on one elbow, covering his mouth with the other hand and coughed, trying hard to inhale something other than the pungent fumes and blinked rapidly to clear the tears pricking at his eyes when a strong scent of cinnamon, honeydew and chocolate washed over him.

The clouds of smoke began to dissipate slowly and a form appeared from within, looming over the fallen Akashi. Afternoon sunlight began to stream in from the windows again after the brief spell of blindness and the strange human-like form swished closer to him. With a lazy wave of its hand, the fumes evaporated, as if they were never there and the soft rays of the sun formed a mystical halo around it. 

Pitch black cloak resting on its shoulders that flitted to the floor like a long cape, lean sinewy body like a dancer's, long chestnut hair that wafted down to its slim waist, two tiny black horns protruding from beneath its messy bangs, glittering gold jewellery adorning its wrists, ears, neck and hips, pointy chin, pert nose, a smirk both mischievous and innocent at the same time and eyes glimmering like honey from pools of milk stared at Akashi as if he was the prize that had been greedily coveted.

It looked like pure unadulterated sin.

The being crouched in front of him, inching in close and tilting its head in contemplation as intelligent eyes roved over Akashi slowly, taking all the time in the world. "Hello."

The smooth, cautious and soft, velvety voice matched its form, Akashi mused. It could make people melt under its spell and become putty in its hands, to be played around like chess pieces. It slid a hand over Akashi's arm, feeling the bunched muscles there and leisurely undid his tie with the other.

"Hmm. You are quite handsome, aren't you? I have never seen anyone with hair that colour, it looks good on you."

The spirit licked its lips, running a pierced tongue languidly over its sharp pointed teeth, eyes gleaming bright as they watched Akashi's every reaction, every jerk, every blink, every breath, unblinkingly.

 What had Mayuzumi got him into?

 "So, what will it be, human? It must have been quite a heavy thirst to have summoned me. Reveal to me, your deepest, darkest, filthiest fantasies and I, will fulfil them with this body of mine." It was almost straddling Akashi's hips and bending down to seductively whisper in his ear, elucidating every syllable. "I will make you feel like you have never felt before, I promise. After all, your kind's blood tastes the best when you have absolutely succumbed to your desires."

Akashi noted dully that its fingers were starting to lazily undo his buttons with expert ease and that its hair smelt heavenly of chocolate through the frozen state of his mind at the words the spirit had crooned.

 Mayuzumi Chihiro was going to die a very painful death.

He was going to burn all of his light novel collection right in front of his eyes before Akashi even got around to torturing him.

 An incubus? Really?

He thought he had been dared to call upon a spirit of a dead person not a death sentence, for fuck's sake. Mayuzumi was going to pay. Dearly.  

 He jolted to awareness when the demon - demon! - licked the shell of his ear, its piercing feeling like cool steel against the warm skin. Akashi shivered.  

Gently but firmly, he pried off the long fingers one by one as he sat up.The demon protested as Akashi started to redo his buttons and his belt. "Let's do this now!!!"

Akashi cleared his throat. This was going to be difficult, to say the least. It was a dangerous demon, if the complexity of the spell was any indication - he had to explain carefully and hope it would see reason. "There....seems to be a problem. Pardon me...but I was simply testing to see if the spell worked and summoned you by mistake. I apologise for the inconvenience."

The demon stilled for a full minute before recovering, grabbing his hands in its and shifting to seat itself more comfortably on his thighs. "Oh that's okay! We can still play, though!"

Akashi sighed and shook his head delicately, not looking away. He gripped the hands in his and met its eyes levelly. Crimson against hazel. "Um.....I am not interested."

"What?!"

"I said, I am not interes-"

"AAARGH! I HEARD IT CLEARLY THE FIRST TIME!! You don't have to insult me! What do you mean you are not interested?? Why would you dabble with the forces of darkness and successfully summon me, ME" - pointing to itself as if they were of great importance that Akashi didn't understand the gravity of, the being lashed out - "if you don't want me to get into your pants?"

Akashi scratched his cheek, feeling sorry for both of them. They had been tricked into this embarrassing situation, even if Akashi was at fault for falling for the dare. And going through with it impulsively, without being aware of the consequences. He never did that. And the one time he had been goaded on to do, he was stuck with someone who could easily kill him with just a flick of their wrist, sitting atop his lap with arms crossed over their chest and glaring at him, scornfully.

"Well, I was challenged to do so because you were the hardest and the trickiest to call among the spirits but I was......conveniently uninformed as to what you were. I apologise deeply and-"

"This has got to be a joke. You can't be serious! Oh my god. Are you playing with me? Are you playing hard to get? Is that what this is? If so, I am more than okay with-"

"No no." Akashi put his hands on its shoulders, shaking them a little. He shook his head and took a deep breath. It was going to be so disillusioned. But there was no helping it. "Really. I don't want to have sex with you."

The demon looked like a child who had just been told Santa wasn't real. It was just two seconds away from bawling. Akashi had to think quick, he had brought this on himself, no matter how much he blamed Mayuzumi for getting him into this mess in the first place.

"But there are other things we can do." Hazel eyes sparkled at that. He himself felt his voice becoming chipper as he saw the gleam. "Such as.....watch TV, play basketball, go to the library?"

The demon's eyes widened as if positively mortified at the suggestions and threw itself off of Akashi's arms and backed into the far wall, all the way across the room. Quivering hands draping its robe around itself, shivering slightly and cowering as if to hide itself, the being stuttered to voice its thoughts.

"Yo-yo-you can't be serious!! You are asking me, ME, the one who refused to bed mortals - even nobles and kings! - that didn't qualify my standards, for platonic affection? ME??!! I will have you know you cretin, I rejected from using so many of your pathetic kind for blood simply because I wasn't interested! It does not happen the other way around! This simply is not happening!!"

The demon screeched, rapidly gaining control from its momentary lapse and letting out steam at being insulted. It was understandably indignant about the whole mess and Akashi waited for it to finish its rightful rant. 

It calmed down to mutters and grumbles before stilling like a statue and slowly turned to face him, shock written all over its beautiful features and whispered, "Does this mean we have to do....those things?" 

 Things?

 "Cuddling up on a sofa, watching movies about cats? Disney? Cooking breakfast together? Spooning in bed? Staying up late to talk nonsense at unholy hours of the night? Massaging with clothes on?! Scandalous non sexual acts of affection?? ME?!!! Are you serious?!"

"....I honestly hadn't thought of that but, yes. That....that does sound lovely."

The demon proceeded to blush furiously and sweat and tremble, eyes blown wide as the enormity of what it was expected to do, sunk in; holding its head with its hands as if an earth-shattering truth had been revealed.

Akashi tilted his head, regarding quietly. He could spend a few hours and study about ways to free the being from the uncomfortable situation he had put it in. "You...don't seem to be liking it. I could just-"

"No no! I mean ye-yes! I-I just need some time to emotionally prepare myself, ha ha!" It raised its hands as if in assurance that nothing seemed to be the problem, its disposition saying otherwise. "This is-I have-I have never done something like this before, so please give me a moment to come to terms with it...."

 Akashi nodded and stood up, offering a hand to the demon. "You can stay with me, until you choose to leave. Please, don't force yourself to please me. And. Akashi Seijuro. Nice to meet you."

The demon peered up at him, from underneath those long eyelashes and blinked. Akashi felt himself smile reassuringly at it. It really was a gorgeous creature. It slowly moved to stretch its hand and reach out to his while standing up.

Funny, they were both the same height, Akashi noted. Interlacing the warm fingers slowly a smile started to bloom on its face, nearly blinding Akashi with its beauty. "Furihata Kouki. It's nice to meet you too, Seijuro."

*

 Furihata couldn't believe his fate.

Even after three weeks of living with Akashi, who surprisingly cooked only with average expertise and had a strict sleeping regimen and other such funny quirks just like an old man instead of a twenty-year old, he couldn't believe it.

Reo had been so happy when he had been summoned. He was the pickiest of the lot. He was so finicky about who was calling him that he granted only an hour of two of his time before draining their life source, enough to last him a century or so. Reo was always mad at him for finishing so quickly and not enjoying the courting and not engaging himself with the human world more.

And now, this stunning redhead, who had been interesting enough to have successfully called upon him on the very first try, when bestowed with more than an hour of Furihata's time, had openly rejected him and all of his advances. Him.

He was this close to pulling out his hair.  

 Wearing a bright orange oversized sweater, gripping a mug of hot chocolate in one and another arm wound around the human, watching some dumb movie from a sofa too small for the both of them, Furihata lamented at how things turned out to be. 

That's it. He was going to label this as foreplay. Foreplay without the sex. He shall emerge victorious in draining the blood off this mortal. Soon. Furihata Kouki was nothing if not, absolute.

 Akashi snuggled into his chest a bit more and curled his legs up onto the sofa. Furihata immediately reached forward to fix the blanket, so that it covered them both sufficiently. Smiling into Furihata's sweater and nodding off to sleep, Akashi mumbled. "For what it's worth, you are doing a great job, Kouki."

 This vile tempter!

 Akashi didn't play fair, Furihata complained mentally. 

Heartwarming smiles and innocent sugary words all.

Sighing to himself, Furihata leaned back, tangling his legs with Akashi's underneath the blanket and planting a kiss atop the cherry red hair before taking a sip of the delicious brew, opting to watch the dumb movie.

Of all the lovers he had had in his existence, Akashi was by far the most riveting. And, honestly speaking, Furihata was in no hurry. Seduction after all, was a waiting game. He might as well make his stay pleasant here, as long as it lasts.