“You’ll look so lovely in this,” Akashi said, taking yet another dress off the rack and handing it to the attendant.
“But Sei-kun,” you whined, looking at the rapidly filling dressing room, “this is too much.”
He turned to you, a determined but happy look on his face. “______-chan, nothing is too much for you.”
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It’s truly scary how in only one mere moment a person reveals a side of theirs you never knew existed, a side you never thought you would ever have to face, not from them—not from him. And in that moment, you start to doubt everything there is about them.
It’s as if that moment had changed everything you thought you knew about them, your mind feels clouded and your heart feels conflicted. With both of them unable to comprehend what’s going on, you’re left to drown in the uncertainty.
If you really knew Akashi then how did it come to this? How are you on the ground right now with nothing but a menacing aura standing over you and a throbbing cheek.
Your heart was beating at a fast rate you didn’t know it was capable of and all color was drained out of you except for the redness in your cheek.
Without a doubt your cheek painfully throbbed—hurting like hell but it was nothing compared to the pain in your heart, the arrow that was brutally shot right through it the second he laid his hand on you.
“_____” your name was the only thing Akashi could mouth as he watched your figure crumble in front of him as if you’ve seen a ghost.
It was safe to say Akashi had let his feelings get the best of him. He never meant for this to happen. The two of you weren’t having the best days together lately, he’s highly aware of that but he never knew it affected him this much.
To the point where he felt like his words only weren’t enough.
He didn’t know what to do with himself right now. What were the two of you even fighting about, he doesn’t know anymore nor does he want to. All he wants right now is to fall on his knees and beg for your forgiveness.
And then make sure to torment himself for as long as he can for hurting the one person who’ve always been there for him even when his own father did not want to.
Oh, how would his mother feel looking down on him right now. Laying his hand on the person he should love and protect. On the same person that loves him more than anything and anyone.
A disgrace, that’s what he is.
No, disgrace alone doesn’t even cut how sickening he truly is. Everyone was right all along, he really must be a two-faced monster.
Kneeling, he tries touching the cheek he violently tainted with his hand in the utmost gentle touch he can afford only to have you smack his hand away and immediately take a few steps back.
“H…h-how could you?” you faltered.
Mustering up whatever strength you still have in your knees, you stand up. You look at him with nothing but fear and most of all disappointment. In an instant all the trust you had in him was broken, just like the promise he made you.
“I’ll never hurt you, I promise.”
Bullshit. If that was a lie then who knows what other lies he’ve told you? If he couldn’t even keep the promise that was supposed to be done so easily when it comes to the person you love then why should you stay.
“I-” He spoke.
“Funny how I thought you’d be my hero, my knight in shining armor when right now, you’re the thing I’m most afraid of.” you spat, interrupting him.
That was the last he ever heard or saw from the person that could have been his all.
Very good if very sad! You wrote the scene beautifully.
You’re welcome! Keep in mind, this is my opinion!
Murasakibara Atsushi vs Himuro Tatsuya
- Since they have opposite things going for them, this would
be a matter of preference. Also, extremely hard, cause damn- Himuro is definitely smoother. He’s a gentleman and he
treats you like you are a lady. He’s forever doing little things for you
– opening doors, pulling out chairs, helping you with homework, etc. He’s
subtle about his attempt to attract your attention and keep it.- There is nothing subtle about Murachin. He demands –
your attention, your time, sometimes even your body (not like that, filthy
Reader-chan. But he leans and pushes and just makes a nuisance of himself
a lot). He’s pretty selfish, so it doesn’t even really occur to
him that you might not share his feelings. He just wants, so he tries to
take (hello, my yandere friend).- Murachin’s always feeding you, which should be tip-off #1
about his feelings. Certainly, it’s how Himuro figures out that his
feelings are deeper than friendship. Murachin shares his snacks with no
one. He also doesn’t demand you buy him snacks, which is tip-off #2.- Himuro sees Murachin as a rival right away. He tries
not to let it affect their friendship, but there is so grating about the way
the giant center just assumed you were his without ever letting you make up
your mind yourself. Does his best to interfere, presenting more tempting
options than whatever Murachin wants to do.- It takes Murasakibara a while to catch onto what Himuro is
doing, and at first he just realizes that his best friend keeps getting in his
way, which was annoying. When he tells Himuro to stop taking your
attention away from him, Himuro meets the challenge head on.- Himuro gives a lot of way when it comes to Murachin, but not
in this. He wants you just as much. Things get really tense, and
you probably realize you are going to have to make a choice and hope their
relationship could be saved.- Who would win depends on the girl in question, but I think
to a high school girl, a smooth, gentlemanly boy like Himuro would probably
come out on top. He’s considerate, and pretty, and sensitive,
these are important surface qualities.- (As an aside, I would probably pick Murachin lmao)
Akashi Seijuro vs Midorima Shintarou
- Since they live across the country from each other in high
school, this would have to happen in either middle school or college. I’m
going the latter, because… reasons lol- You’re all in different programs, but since they are friends
from way back and got along, they hang out a lot. They also take
similar first and second year courses. That’s how they meet you, in a
course they are taking together.Group project yo- Like the other pair, they have different things going for
them, although they are closer in personality. They are both serious and
studious and have issues with arrogance and control.- They are also unintentionally funny, which is really
endearing. Plus, their competence is attractive, since you were pretty
used to guys trying to pass off their work onto you.- With one being a yandere and the other being a tsundere it’s
more obvious when Midorima starts to like you, at least if you speak
tsuntsun. If you don’t, then I hope at least you have a thick skin.- Akashi is definitely better at talking to you in
general. While they both treat you like you have a brain, Akashi is
better at coming across as calmer and mellower. We, of course, know he’s
not, but he’s better at hiding his intentions in general.- Their approach is completely different. Akashi is
subtle, and a touch manipulative, whereas Midorima is somewhat more
upfront. He sucks at communication though, so is it really upfront?- I just don’t see any situation where Midorima comes out on
top, unless you prefer tsuntsuns, or there is something specific about Midorima
that draws you. Because you know Akashi is going to out maneuver Midorima,
even just from a strategic stand point. Plus, yanderes tend to have
better emotional intelligence than tsuns, they can be more honest and they are
better at recognizing situations as they are (so as to better
manipulate). They are both intelligent, and both kind of bad at social
tho. It’s just that one is better at faking it. Plus, Midorima is
really weird lol, which is an acquired taste.- Let’s also remember that Midorima, even though he competes
against Akashi is used to deferring to his former captain. I’m not saying
he’d give up just because Akashi likes you, but… I think this is a factor.
I love your perspective on characters. You get past the shiny outer coating to the deep stuff within that challenges how I want to write these characters.
Overall it’s still fun to create fantasties (aka unrealistic occurrences) but for deeper topics or even in a full blown story (as opposed to a scenario) I know my mind will be trailing back to some of the less desirable traits you highlight and that makes these boys feel more human.
I hope that all makes sense! Lol
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It had been a lazy day, a rarity in the Akashi household and one she planned to take full advantage of. Snuggled in Seijuro’s arms, hazing in and out of full consciousness, a contented sigh left her lips, her breath ghosting over the small hairs of his hand stirring him slightly.
“Comfortable?”
She hummed agreement, pushing back further into him and he tightened the hold about her waist. A delicate kiss, feather soft, whispered against the side of her neck and she angled her head to give him more access. Akashi smiled softly and obliged, pressing another, longer than the first. She shifted, another sigh emitting but this one laced with something…hungrier.
“Feeling restless?” he teased continuing to kiss where he could reach, his left hand beginning to rub up and down her outer thigh.
She hummed again, too tired or lost in the pleasure of his touch to bother formulating proper speech, pressing her ass against his now wakening erection.
“Let’s see if I can be of assistance,” he offered. Propping up on his elbow to gain a better vantage, he leaned over her, placing open mouth kisses upon her neck, sucking the tender sensitive flesh sending a plume of heat rushing over her body.
“Sei,” she gasped, arching into the palm he’d moved to cup her breast over her shirt. He gave it a squeeze, firm but not rough, never stopping the motion of his lips, adding tongue for good measure. When he pinched her nipple her mouth fell open on a gasp.
Akashi trailed down her torso, pushing past the line of her shorts and underwear. He hummed deep against her skin, fingers teasing the very top of her sex. “So wet for me already, you’d think I wasn’t giving you proper attention.” She groaned, rocking her hips forward to seek more friction. “So needy, so wanting.” He rolled to his back, easily drawing her to lay on top. Parting his legs and shifting her hips, he returned his right hand down below her waistline, slicking his fingers with the essence of her arousal while his left trailed under her t-shirt, palming her unobstructed breast all while he sucked and nipped at her neck.
“Seijuro….please…”
She sounded pathetic in her own ears but couldn’t be concerned to care. Akashi lifted his hips, pressed his erection to the swell of her ass and then pushed in two fingers to her waiting heat.
“Fuck, you’re soaked,” he growled, nipping the curve of her ear making her yelp. “You better enjoy this soft and slow because when I get you on your knees you won’t be able to walk when I’m through.”
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He does not like everything to be red. In fact, if your favorite color is something else, he’ll be glad to match the decor with it. When he asked you, though, you lean forward, pressing your lips against his before whispering “this color” while playing with his hair
Of course, he blushes, but tries to act cool
Sealed envelopes for invitations
Considering his family background and the operatives of the Akashi household, the wedding has to be grand, as some big people are going to attend. Despite Akashi senior’s demands, though, Akashi is going to downplay the grandeur a little bit, so it’s more of a minimalist-classy wedding
Only a select people are invited for the holy matrimony
He’s not a really big fan of cake, so a small one just as a symbol is cool with him, unless you want a great big one
One word: GORGEOUS!!! I wish I had the knack to find pictures like you! These are stunning!
Okay, so I’m posting this today, even though I just wrote it and I never do that, because it’s pure gold and I adore it.
Keep in mind that I don’t have kids, so I 100% don’t know what they actually sound like. That’s why I’ve kept the ages ambiguous. They probably still sound too old, but
¯_(ツ)_/¯For convenience, I’ve named them all. Also, they probably have more kids, but these are the only ones here, because eight is still too many!
Please read this hilarity! Cut for length
This is amazing!
Oh man, at first I was like “How am I going to write this ask?” And then I fell in LOVE. This is easily one of my favorite things I’ve written for this blog and I giggle every time I read it. I hope this is what you wanted and I hope you enjoy!
Akashi Seijuro
You were nervous.
Well, a little more than that, since sending your baby off
to kindergarten was a big deal. You weren’t used to being away from him
and it was going to be so hard. But that wasn’t really why you
were nervous. You were nervous because you knew your son, and knew his
temperament and you were afraid it would not reflect well in a school
environment.He… didn’t play well with others, at least when others
didn’t fall in line. Admittedly, you probably hadn’t socialized him as
well as you should have, and the only children he’d been exposed to were those
of your friends, which were all older or younger, and your husband’s friends,
which were similar age, but who, for the most part, let him have his own way.You loved your little man, but there was no mistaking the
resemblance to your husband. He was like a miniature Akashi Seijuro, with
all his strange quirks. Quirks which were going to cause tension in a
kindergarten environment. Honestly, there were sometimes you wondered how
he could possibly be only five years old.He was obsessive about order and though you’d done your best
to bring it down a touch, had a bit of a superiority complex. He wanted
those around him to fall in line and do as he said all the time, and
unfortunately, you know most children would not enjoy being told what to
do. He was also a sweet little boy with a fondness for candy and a
generous heart. It was just getting through the layers of Akashi
to see that.He was a confident little boy, and so despite your humming
and hawing, trotted off into the school without any problem. Seijuro
stood beside you, and arm around your waist as you watched your baby take his
first steps of independence, worrying at your lip the whole time.“He will be fine, _____,” Seijuro commented lightly,
amusement in his tone. “He’s my son. He’ll have them all in line by
lunch.”“That’s what I’m afraid of,” you muttered, wringing your
hand. You wanted to stay and watch, wanted to supervise. You’d
warned him, told him that other children might not like to be bossed around,
and might not adhere to his version of order. But that was all you can
do.The day passed with agonizing slowness. You did your
best to keep busy, and Seijuro worked from home, even managing to draw you away
for a little alone time, since you had the time. Still, you half
expected to get a phone call from the school with some problem or another and
it had you on edge.When the time came to finally pick your son up, you
and your husband made your way back to the school. Unlike some, he wasn’t
waiting outside, so you went in to find his classroom.You heard the wailing long before you ever reached the
room. Fear stung the back of your throat – it didn’t sound like your son,
but it was familiar, and you just knew your son was at the heart of it.Sure enough, when you entered the room, your husband behind
you, your eyes immediately found the short red hair of your son. He was
standing awkwardly in one corner of the classroom, chin down, while another
little boy, one with bright blond hair, sobbed hysterically a few feet
away. A familiar blond man knelt beside him, trying to console him, while
the teacher stood by and murmured at your son.You sighed, hurrying forward to catch your son about the
shoulders. His little face shot up and the solemn look in his eyes made
your heart clench, especially when he reached for you right away.“Akashicchi!” The blond man complained and when you looked
over he was glaring at your husband. “We went through this last time!”Seijuro blinked slowly. “We did,” he said. “And
I’m not repeating myself.”Your hand shot out and smacked your husband solidly in the
middle before you turned your attention back to your clinging five year
old. “Okay sweety, what happened?”“He was a meany!” The blond child wailed. “He’s always
a meany!”“He wouldn’t play with me,” your son replied, nonplussed,
though he clutched you tighter.“I wanted to be the king! He never lets me be the
king!” The blond boy refuted, glaring as hard as his little gold eyes could
muster. “He said he would behead me for t-t-treason!”Despite how serious it was for the two boys, you had to try
very, very hard not to laugh, and you could see amusement lurking in
your husband’s crimson eyes. Kise, less so, but that was mostly because
he was too busy rolling his eyes at Seijuro.“I’m the king,” your son commented, dead serious,
tone every bit as imperious as his father on his worst day. “I am
absolute. He said I was stupid and no one wants to be friends with
me.” At this his eyes dropped to the floor and you could see, behind the
serene mask, a very real fear. “He said Kei, Ai, Hiyashi and Daisuke
don’t even like me.”You had to wonder where he’d even picked up that
phrase because you were pretty sure you’d tamed that out of your husband years
ago.Both you and Kise winced at this, and you could see this
upset your son a great deal. The other Generation of Miracles’ children
were probably the only friends he had, and certainly the ones he saw the most
and were the most comfortable with. That included Kise’s son, most of the
time, although of the six children, these two butted heads the most.“That wasn’t very nice,” Kise said on a sigh, stroking his
son’s head.“He said he was gonna kill me!” The blond boy
shrieked, pointing an accusing finger at your son.You sighed. “I don’t think he meant literally.”
“He tried to organize an uprising,” your son said very
seriously. “He needs to die.”You immediately turned to your smirking husband. “You
and I are going to have a talk about appropriate and five year olds
when we get home.”Seijuro just snorted.
“Okay, I think everyone here needs to apologize,” you
announced a moment later, shaking your head. “Sweetheart, you can’t
threaten to kill people, even when they don’t do what you want.”“I wasn’t actually going to kill him,” your son
grumbled. When you squeezed him in warning, he sighed heavily and said,
loudly, if sullenly, “I’m sorry.”Kise, picking up where you left off, patted his son’s
back. “And you need to apologize for what you said too, little man.
No matter how mad he made you, you shouldn’t call people stupid or tell them no
one likes them.”The little blond boy sniffled, pursing his lips and
narrowing his eyes in what looked very much like challenge. “…Sorry.” He
bit out, then added a moment later, “Next time I’m gonna over throw you.
I’ll be absolute.”Your son’s chin came up to meet the challenge. “I’ll
crush you.”“I’ll crush you.”
Oh good, there were two of them. Maybe it wasn’t a
good thing that all your kids spent so much time together?You couldn’t help but giggle a little later in their
lives when neither one came out on top, and it was, in fact, little Kuroko Ai
who lead with a sweet smile and iron fist, much to both fathers’ despair.
I love this!!!
Oh man, RIP other person… seriously, you gotta have balls to confess when other person is there, let alone these two!
Akashi Seijuro
It was like he wasn’t even there, and that’s what infuriated
him more than anything. Akashi knew his
weaknesses well enough, knew that he was possessive, but had been told off by
you enough times to know better than to voice his feelings on the subject. He’d mostly trained that part of himself
away, and he trusted you completely.
But this was too much. This
brazen idiot was so blatantly trespassing on his territory-He tried to hold himself back. You’d scold him if he was too heavy handed, and ask why he didn’t
just let you deal with yourself. But it
was hard. The lowlife was touching you,
and it was all Akashi could do to hold himself back. Everything in him screamed to make him lower his head.Why the lowlife couldn’t see that you were so far above him as
to be laughable was a mystery. How did
they even get the courage to talk to you, let alone while he was standing right
there?You were not doing a good job at warning him away. You were trying to be kind and polite,
trying to spare the scum’s feelings.
This just wouldn’t do. Akashi
felt his patience snap as the scum reached out to pick up your hand. His arm darted between you and snatched the
wrist trying to taint you, fingers curling around it and squeezing much harder
than necessary.Akashi’s stare was icy and imperious as he followed his arm
and positioned himself between you and the lowlife. “Do not touch what is not yours,” he stated, voice
blank, but frighteningly soft. “You
could not even hope to be in the same universe as my ____. Leave.
Now.”The lowlife scrambled away, apologizing in a flurry of panic
and bows. Akashi watched with a smirk
as they literally ran for their life.“Seijuro.”
You were angry, but Akashi didn’t regret his actions. “You weren’t handling it,” he said mildly,
turning towards you and smiling a little more genuinely. “So I did.”“There are so many things wrong with what just happened, I
don’t even know where to start,” you sighed in annoyance, glaring at your
boyfriend.Akashi leaned a bit and pressed a kiss to your cheek. “A man must defend his loved ones, ____.”
“His territory, you mean,” you grumbled, but it was
impossible to stay made at him when he smiled like that.Smirking, Akashi took you hand. “That too.”
Hanamiya Makoto
Hanamiya couldn’t decide if this person was trying to make
him angry, or was just that stupid. He
stared for a long time, watching the fool blush and stammer, and watching you
throw helpless looks in his direction.What did you want him to do? He knew that you’d be against all of his ideas, most of which
included bodily harm to the moron currently trying to, clumsily, steal what was
his. Of course he didn’t feel
threatened in the slightest, but it was annoying to have to watch and it was
making you uncomfortable. Plus, the
very fact that they were ignoring him was grating. Like the whole goddamn school didn’t know who you belonged to.After the tenth pleading look, Hanamiya decided that you’d
just have to live with what he was going to do. He’d tried to stay out of it, to stick to the morals you
preferred, but you’d made that impossible, begging him to save you from this
idiot.His hand shot out and fisted in the idiot’s shirt and used
the hold to jerk them towards him. He
slapped on his worst smile, and knew his eyes were like shards of broken glass
– if the idiot’s expression was any indication. “Do you have a death wish?”
He drawled, tone deceptive.“N-No!” The idiot stuttered, clearly terrified.
“It sure looks like it,” Hanamiya continued, pulling them
even closer and narrowing his eyes.
“Just who do you think ____ belongs to?”“Myself,” you mutter, but the slide of Hanamiya’s eyes made
you close your mouth quickly.The idiot was obviously to scared to speak, since they just
stared at him with a dimwitted, terrified expression, swallowing heavily and
struggling to breathe, despite the fact that his hold on them was nowhere near
their throat. “Come near ____ again,
and I will break both your legs, is that clear?”The idiot nodded frantically, and Hanamiya scoffed,
releasing him so that they could run away with their tail between their
legs.You sighed, pouting at him a bit. “Was it really necessary to threaten them?”
A dark eyebrow rose.
“You’re the one who asked.”
Most excellent!
Hooded eyes looked up at them, an uncommon flicker of indecision present but they didn’t notice, head thrown back in obvious bliss. Akashi trailed his gaze down their half clothed form to where their bodies connected.
He’d watched himself fuck them before, of course, but that was usually in front of a mirror with him behind controlling the action. There was something decidedly different about watching his cock disappear into them with them on top. He wasn’t sure how he felt about it. He wasn’t even sure how they’d ended up here. One moment, they’d been kissing heavily and the next he was on his couch, pants around his ankles and buried to the hilt in their heat.
The only thing he was sure of was that it felt good as the moan he’d worked to hold onto slipped out. He wasn’t used to losing even one ounce of control and to do so with them in this position, well, it was a first to say the least.
His fingers twitched against their hips, his grip tightening as the urge to fling them to the floor and fuck them senseless started to take hold. He squeezed his eyes shut, frustration bubbling up, the need to dominate growing stronger.
“Sei,” their voice breathed, throat dry from the rapidity of their breathing and the exertion of their fucking him. His eyes snapped open and back to their face. “I may be on top, but if you’ll notice,” they looked pointedly at their position, “I’m still on my knees.”
They shifted to bring their mouth closer to his, the angle providing, if possible, a deeper penetration that made both of them groan. With part lips they panted against his, “I haven’t forgotten who the emperor is.”
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It’s super windy here today so it’s a perfect time to write about getting warmed up! Also, I don’t know how Christmasy this will feel except that it is December and I am cooking a meal similar to this. Thanks for the request!
Rushing from the bus stop, hair flying wild in the wind, she struggles to open the door with her arms filled with packages. Just as she’s about to push in the key, the latch turns and Asaki opens the door.
“______-chan? What are you doing? Why didn’t you call me?” he asks voice gentle as he gathers half of her wares. As his fingers graze her hand, he frowns. “You’re freezing,” he remarks, following her into the kitchen.
“I wanted to surprise you,” she complains, ignoring his concern of her well being. “I thought you’d still be at the office.”
He smiles as he sets down the bags in his arms, eyes looking at the top items; the ingredients to make her infamous stew. “Well, today’s a perfect day for that,” he admires. Then taking her hands once more he pulls her close. “But before you get started on that, let’s get you warmed up.”
His lips caress hers, hands sliding up her arms releasing goosebumps but as his tongue slides between her lips to dance with hers, she feels her body warming up quickly. Her hands wrap around his neck, cold fingers burying into his resplendently red hair pulling a moan from his throat. The sound increases her temperature further, a warming sensation racing through her blood.
Akashi draws back for breath, a heated look in his eyes. “Seems my plan will be counterproductive to yours but I think you’ll forgive me,” he whispers, voice low and rich. He doesn’t wait for a reply, gathering her in his arms and heading to their bedroom.
They can cook later.
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