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Akashi wants to tour around Tokyo, but there isn’t much time. Takao has a great idea of using the rickshaw, and invites Akashi to a game of rock-paper-scissors to decide who will pedal.
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Thinking really hard today abt how Akashi is always treated as something More than his peers, and how isolating that must be. He's shockingly young for a vice captain at Teiko; then he's captain, again from a very young age; then he goes to Rakuzan and is immediately made captain bc even the adults around him recognize that he's Different. He's Other. He doesn't belong with his teammates or friends - there's something about him that sets him apart from them. Yes, he's very very good - but we see from Aomine's personal arc that being all alone at the top is the loneliest feeling, and Akashi's been in that position all his life. Never losing means no one can reach your level... and no one can really understand You, just as you won't fully understand Them.
Just. It's got to be awful, to be told you have such amazing potential (then talent) (then skill), and for that to become the thing that isolates you from your peers. AND ☝️ on top of all that, he also has the extra layer of separation that comes from being in charge. The captain has to make the difficult calls; the other players have to follow the captain's orders, so his role is different from that of the rest of the team.
Victory rests on your shoulders. You must win; you must not make mistakes. Everyone is counting on you. Oh, you brought us to victory every time? Then you can keep shouldering that huge weight by yourself. Also, everyone will now be whispering about how you're Not Like Us because normal people sometimes lose and make mistakes, but you don't (because you were told you couldn't).
You're special. This is a good thing for everyone except you.
Akashi being a dumb pervert because he loves Sevonne.
Warnings: just groping and stuff
Quiet mornings were the best at the Akashi residence.
Sevonne wanted to be nowhere else. Her eyes closed but her consciousness blooming awake, she heard the faint chirps of the birds outside the nearby window. The light that shined through her eyelids giving her sight a cozy, red glow. But most of all, the tickle of Akashi's warm breath on her neck.
It made her smile, a gentle, giddy feeling rising in her chest as she rolled around to face the redhead. A small sound escaped her lips, perhaps the comfort of being able to wrap her arms around her beloved.
"Good morning my love," a low, rusty voice was heard from the redhead, giving Sevonne's heart another leap.
"Good morning Sei," she hummed with her own raspy voice, pressing her face to his scarlet locks and taking a deep breath in.
"You know.... I feel like pancakes today," she whispered, her eyes finally fluttering open to meet his red ones.
"Then I shall have the chef make-"
"Nah... I think I wanna make them."
"Ah, that sounds wonderful. Allow me to assist you."
And so they stood in the middle of the kitchen (massive and gorgeous by the way), Sevonne yawning.
"Aren't you cold, Sei? How about you put on a shirt?"
"I thought you'd rather like the view. Besides, I believe you are the one wearing my shirt and nothing else."
"You talk like I'm completely naked." she rolled her eyes as she walked into the pantry, craning her neck as an attempt to read the labels.
"What are you looking for, love?"
"Flour... eggs... baking powder.." she hummed as the two gathered ingredients, placing them one by one on the marble countertop.
"Oh and where's the..." her eyes darted around until she found a jar labeled sugar on the countertop. Problem is, it was rather far from her reach.
Sevonne rose to her tippy toes and bent over the counter, her arm reaching for the white ceramic jar.
That is, until she felt hands roam her hips.
"Hi there Sei," she said in an amused tone, not even looking back.
"Hello my dear,"
"I thought you wanted to help?" The warm hands went down to the curve of her ass, squeezing it lightly.
"And you thought correctly."
"What exactly does that help with?" she asked as Seijuro squatted onto the floor, a sheepish smile on his lips.
"Hey-!" she gasped as she felt herself pushed forward, and a nose burrowing into her ass.
"You needn't worry about that."
"How am I going to finish the pancakes?" a soft laugh echoed through the kitchen, Sevonne resting her jaw on her knuckles.
"They can wait," Akashi rumbled, his eyes closing in bliss as he parted his lips, delivering a gentle bite to her skin.
"Oh goodness Sei..." she shook her head, letting him indulge anyways.
"Is it such a sin to appreciate one's girlfriend?" he asked, Sevonne getting tickled from the vibrations of his voice on her skin.
"No, but-"
"In that case, there is no problem." Seijuro planted his face between her thighs, letting out a breath and letting his shoulders relax.
"Seijuro-sama, your father-"
The boy stumbled backwards, catching himself before he fell to the floor and standing up awkwardly, his hair in shambles. Sevonne let out a hearty laugh and smirked, pulling herself up to sit on the counter.
"Seijuro-sama... you would do well to remember that such activities must be conducted in the privacy of your bedroom. Had your father caught you in my place, what would become of you then?" Tanaka, their butler crossed his arms. The boy's face was flushed with a bright shade of red, his hands pinned to his sides.
"Yeah Sei. Stop being a pervert to your girlfriend." Sevonne teased, nudging him in the ribs.
"And Sevonne-chan... please refrain from enabling him."
The girl bit her lips, her gaze elsewhere. Tanaka sighed, shaking his head.
"I will get back to you once you've finished breakfast, Seijuro-sama." and with that he retreated, the click click of his shoes fading.
Seijuro turned to look at Sevonne, a betrayed look on his face.
"Perhaps we should begin by putting on.. ah... adequate clothing."
"Agreed."
~~~
"You caught Seijuro-sama-?!"
"With Sevonne-chan-?!"
"In the kitchen, oh goodness-"
"Settle down, all of you. I did not 'catch' them doing anything. In fact, I recall only witnessing our Seijuro-sama being affectionate with his partner," Tanaka mused, grabbing a towel and draping it over his arm. The other employees were scrambling to start the day, making sure everything was set as usual.
"But... Seijuro-sama... I remember when he was just a boy.."
"He's grown up now, hasn't he?"
"..."
"Yes well... it's good to see him yknow... Finally acting his age."
"Not a word goes to Masaomi-sama."
Seeing the boy he practically raised, for once acting like an impulsive and perverted teenager curved a smile to Tanaka's lips.
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bro, kuroko no basket would have peak female characters if only they would stop with the fanservice and the weird (criminal) portrayal of the american woman. At least Riko my girl is amazing.
the one exception where midorima likes to get dirty • nsfw mdni 18+
midorima is a strict and proper man. he requires order and planning. he hates messes and anything dirty. he's even particular with his words.
except when it comes to you. then, he gets downright filthy and vulgar.
"look at this cunt just swallowing me up." his eyes are entranced where you're both connected, your wetness dripping from your opening onto his cock, the shlick as audible as if it were contributing to the conversation.
you whine and writhe under him, though you can't move much with his hands holding you down, fingertips digging into you as he moves without thought, slamming his hips against you. his mouth is open, air sharply leaving his lips as he gets lost in the pleasure.
"whose sloppy cunt is this? tell me."
"mm–" you bite your lip and moan in surprise, cutting yourself off when he hits a particularly sensitive spot. you look up at him with glossy eyes, your skin glistening with a light sheen of sweat, and in shintaro's mind you've never looked more beautiful.
he throbs inside you, eyes fluttering as he continues to pound into you.
"it's yours shin, all yours."
his lips curve up unconsciously, smug. "that's right."
FUCK FUCK RUCK THIS DID SOMETHING TO BE GUYS. FUCK DAMN.
esp cuz I remember that episode where midorima, kagami, kuroko and kise eat at one table and midorima goes "I'm surprised you could eat that ****" and the last word is like blurred out
