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Little Apple liked few things in the world: apples, fresh green grass, short walks and the sound of the guqin.

She definitely didn't like the sound of whatever the hell Wei Wuxian had just picked up from the foreigners he and Lan Wangji had just saved.

The thing looked kind of like a guqin, but a lot smaller, round, and, if you asked Little Apple, highly dissonant. If she tried hard enough, she could even remember the name of that terrible instrument: a banjo!

It wasn't like Little Apple was just being elitist or anything! She liked all sorts of music, even if her favorite was Lan Wangji's. She liked the way Wei Wuxian played Chenqing, enjoyed the drums played in village fairs and the melodic voices of the singers in street plays.

But this banjo thing? It really wasn't Little Apple's cup of tea at all.

And she didn't seem to be the only one either.

Her master's husband might seem unbothered by the sound of the banjo, at least at first glance. But Little Apple has grown to know him, and he wears the ever present shadow of distress on his features the moment Wei Wuxian begins plucking the banjo and composes some nonsensical funny song doing it.

Little Apple is almost positive Wei Wuxian plays it so bad for comedic value.

But it's not just her and Lan Wangji that hate it.

They've been walking up this mountain for hours now, but all living beings living in its forests scram at the sound of the banjo like it's been cursed. No squirrels, no foxes, nothing at all. The animals of the mountains have taken refuge from the horrible, dissonant banjo symphonies that Wei Wuxian insisted on composing... and that made Little Apple almost want to shake him off her back.

However, her donkey ears couldn't have prepared her for hearing a perfect - absolutely, unmistakably perfect! - rendition of her masters' song played on that banjo.

But there were some upsides to that too.

For example, that was the first time Little Apple got to hear Lan Wangji's unbridled laughter.

And that beautiful sound made all the previous torture worth it.

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I wanted to ask if the request are open~

I would love an nsfw/smut Akashi scenario, something interesting while he is in the work you know haha thanks you so much!!

Hiiii there 💕 omg yes nothing like some ethically questionable office relationship lmaoo all jokes a part I had fun writing this one, so I hope you enjoy it <3 like writing Akashi smut is lowkey my fav thing to do, I love writing about men being gentlemen while making reader crazy hihi 🥰

Surreal // Akashi Seijurō x Fem! Reader

MDNI 18+

Context: no one prepared you to work with a man like Akashi Seijurō, and it just gets harder to resist him. All characters are aged-up for plot purposes (mid 20s).

Warnings: office sex, oral (fem! receiving), nipple play, protected sex, Akashi being an absolute king (as usual) and being slightly a dom! but a nice one 🥰, Akashi calls reader "darling" and "pretty girl", slight dumbification, filthy but still cute imo

When you told your parents that you landed a job working for the Akashi family, they were the proudest they’ve ever been of you. And rightfully so; after years of suffering as a university student, it comes as an appropriate reward for you to work in one of the country's top companies. It’s not just that; it’s also the fact that the company, despite its impact on the economy, is rather small in terms of number of employees, meaning that them hiring you makes you part of an elite. And like things couldn’t get better for you, your colleague and the one you share an office with is no less than the direct heir to the Akashi empire.

Upon first meeting, you pondered if it was some kind of joke – maybe a little trick they pulled on the new one, kind of like hazing? You entered your workspace and peeked on the office right in front of yours, where a golden plate showcased the name “Akashi Seijurō”. You were confused, which made complete sense. For a second, you thought that maybe the guy shared a name with the company’s owners without being related to them, but you quickly put that theory aside, as you remembered reading about the Akashi family, and you somehow memorized the names of all family members. Seijurō, undoubtedly, was the sole son and heir of the Akashi’s. which led you to the next logical meaning to all of this, which was that it was a joke. There was no way that you’d work with him, not as a freshly employed person in the company. But your incredulity was quickly brushed away when the man himself walked in, leaving you all flustered.

“Hi there, you’re my new colleague, aren’t you?”

He flashed you the most gorgeous smile you ever encountered, a piping hot cup of coffee in his hand. He handed it to you, before leaning on your desk on one arm, hand brushing in his perfectly styled red locks as he explained the situation to you.

“I could have a senior position right away, but I rather deserve it. Besides, I’m still young, I’ve got a lot to learn.”

“Well Akashi, that is very admirable of you” you replied in all sincerity.

You were honestly surprised that he wasn’t one of these rich kids that chose the easy way to the top, taking a position as daddy’s right arm without even sweating for it. The young man before you had an aura of humility that you couldn’t deny, and a smile settled on your lips as he told you, warmth full in his voice,

“Call me Seijurō.”

It’s been almost a year now, and at this point you are pretty well acquainted with your colleague. It only makes sense, given how you share a workspace together. Safe from the meetings and lunches with the other employees, the two of you spend most of your working hours together, and it’s evolved in time spent together outside of the office too. Nothing suspicious, as far as you are concerned, a coffee in the morning before clocking in, or a drink at night after working your asses off on an important deal. And yeah, maybe occasionally, he’ll drop you off at your place in his luxury car – something that you haven’t hesitated to tease him about, to which he responds with a,

“I might be a simple employee but I’m still going to exploit the benefits of being the CEO’s son.”

Regardless, nothing in your relationship can arise suspicions, and you are very happy by this, to say the least. In all honesty, the way you feel about him is far from professional, so it is better if no one gets to know what is going on inside your head. You’ve never intended for things to end up like this, but it is beyond you. And more importantly, you cannot risk your job by slipping off.

It all started after the first few months of working together. Maybe it’s because of how nice he is, maybe it’s the way he handles all situation so well, demonstrating his high intelligence and his ability to lead. But one late night, as the both of you racked your brains to solve an issue within the case you were working on, you begun to see him differently. Something about the way he undid his tie and rolled up his sleeves had your breath hitch in your throat, eyes staring like a starving beast. At this very moment, something shifted inside of you, and you couldn’t tell what; till a couple nights later, when he appeared in your filthiest dreams, leaving you waking up panting and bothered.

Even since, you can’t overlook the way he attracts you. After overthinking it enough, you figure that it can’t be help. Akashi Seijurō is all you can dream of in a man. He is charming, hard-working, a gentleman, and more importantly, so easily in control of everything, like taking the leads is a second nature to him, that you wonder if he leads in all aspects of his life. Maybe it is wrong, the direction in which your mind wanders, but you can’t stop yourself from having these thoughts. You want – no, you need – to know if he’s the kind of man who can bend in front of your pretty doe eyes, the kind that will treat you to every single one of your caprices, if he’s the kind to read your mind and respond to what you require of him. Or, on the contrary, he is the kind to remain unbothered by you, and who will make a move when he wants to, making things happen according to his will. It is too intriguing for you, and as the days go by, you keep wondering.

In crude words, could he wreck you totally if you asked him to? Could he fuck you stupid, make you a puppet at his complete mercy? Could he take the lead, turning you into his little obedient thing and getting his way?

The tricky part of this situation is that you cannot predict when these thoughts will get the best of you – the moment when you will snap, unable to be professional as Seijurō consumes all of you. There is a lot at stake here; beside your first job and your entire professional reputation, you don’t want to jeopardize your relationship to the young man. Regardless of your attraction to him, he is undeniably someone that you truly appreciate. Maybe he is just being polite, or it’s in his very nature to be so kind, in all cases, he has you completely whipped. You can’t be blame, can you?

So, every morning, as a desperate attempt to behave as ethically as possible, you repeat a mantra, forcing yourself to keep interactions professional. No matter if he is shooting you that one smile that always makes you giddy, or if he tells you that you should go home and rest and that he’ll take on the rest of the work so you’re not too tired. It doesn’t matter if he hovers over you as he looks on your screen, whiff of his expensive perfume getting to you.

No matter what, you must not cave in.

But all your resolutions are quick to go down the drains, on yet another late night working in his company – maybe the one night too much. Something is unusual, you notice as you send quick glances at him. He is awfully silent, and not out of concentration, that much you can tell. And maybe that is your mistake, when you innocently ask,

“Are you ok, Sei?”

Tired eyes look up to you, and you feel your heart skip a beat. He is incredibly beautiful, even overworked like that. He doesn’t reply to your question immediately, rather taking a minute to stand back, massaging his temple.

“Do you remember when you were studying late in the library and things were just… weird. Like you felt like shifting to whole new different universe altogether. Is that something that happened just to me?”

His words take you by surprise. You don’t feel like questioning them, but for a second, you fail to understand why he spat that just now.

“No… I think I get what you mean.” You reply after a minute of reflection.

He sighs, rolling his chair to you. You take a breath, taking in his proximity. From up close, you notice a certain loss of composure in his appearance – he is generally so well put together, maybe too much sometimes, but right now, he appears particularly vulnerable. Messy hair, rolled-up sleeves, the first buttons of his shirt unbuttoned, the mark of his watch on his naked wrist. For someone whom you’ve always seen as out of your limits, he’s for once incredibly within your reach.

“Things don’t seem real right now” he mutters.

You raise an eyebrow at him. Something is unusual and you aren’t prepared to deal with it. You stop for a second, trying to inspect the situations in search of something, anything, that will tell you what you should do with the situation. His words play in your head as a broken record, till you have a moment a clarity. If things are surreal to him at this very instant, maybe you should take the occasion to say things that you would never say if he was feeling as usual.

“Does that mean that anything that can happen right now would be absurd to you?” you ask in search of a greenlight.

He shakes his head.

“I’ll still know what’s going on, but I guess it will just feel different.”

“Right… let’s do something, then.”

“Oh? Sure thing.”

You smile, turning your chair so the both of you are face to face.

“Let’s say from that point till we leave this office, nothing will be real.”

“Nothing is real, huh?”

You nod, suddenly taking in the proximity between you two. You can see all these tiny details, the things that contribute to his beauty, heart racing as it becomes harder to contain the way you feel towards him. And it doesn’t help, when you notice his eyes going to your lips before coming back up to meet yours, a little light dancing in them.

“Well, what would you do then if nothing is real?”

These words are uttered as you feel his hands pull your chair closer, a strange look on his face. He looks intrigued, genuinely curious, yet somewhat expecting something particular.

“Do you really want to know?” you ask, voice unexpectedly small.

Then, it strikes you. It strikes you that he’s fully aware of what you want, fully understanding your intent when you’ve proposed to act like nothing is real. What did you expect, anyway? You can’t trick a man like him; he is smart, so it shouldn’t surprise you how easily he’s seen clear in your game. So here you are, likely to get the answers that you so desperately want to have.

“Come on, tell me.”

The smirk on his face is too much. Everything is too much. You hear the voice in your head yell in panic as you lean in, fluttering eyelashes as you lay your hand on his cheek, before you lay your lips on his. To your satisfaction, and to your demise in some extent, he doesn’t reject you, capturing your lips between his, soft fingers grabbing your jaw as he deepens the contact. You pull yourself as close as you can, desperate for more.

“Fuck.”

Your voice falls against his lips. You stand back for a second, looking into his eyes. From that point, you cannot go back. Months of bottled feelings are about to spill out, the simple prospect of making your wildest fantasies happen making you ridiculously wet. You move from your chair to his lap, kissing him again. His hands trail from your face to your back, before resting on your bottom. His touch is gentle and confident, making it clear that there is not an ounce of hesitation behind his moves.

“Nothing is real” you repeat against his lips.

His kisses trail down your neck and your exposed collarbones, making you whimper, feeling so vulnerable. Maybe it’s the fact that you’ve been waiting for this for so long, or the fact that you’ve never expected it to happen. But here you are growing impatient.

“Seijurō…”

“Yes, darling?”

The nickname makes your heart skip a beat.

“Are you gonna fuck me?” you ask pleadingly.

He smiles, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear.

“Is that what you want?”

You hum your response, not hiding the way you feel anymore. He laughs softly, visibly entertained by your neediness.

“I guessed so a long time ago. I’ve seen the way you look at me, so sweet.”

Your eyes open wide upon the realization that, despite all your efforts, you’ve still failed to hide your hunger for him. And yet, he’s shown incredible restrain all along, till this very instant, when he’s probably got a moment of weakness, indulging you. And yes, it’s wrong, awfully wrong. He is about to fuck his gorgeous co-worker in his office, in his father’s company. But he has to give it to you. He’s seen you suffer long enough, and he’s too fond of you to stop himself tonight. Besides, nothing is real.

“I won’t make you wait any longer” he mutters, lifting your body up to sit you on your office table.

You let him do his thing, as he gets on his knees, removing your heels and letting a trail of kisses on your calves up your knees.

“May I?” he asks, hands on your thighs.

“Please.”

Receiving your approval, he gently spread your legs apart, pulling your skirt up. The sight of your cute panties soiled by your arousal makes him smile, and he gives you one more look before kissing up to your aching core. The heat of your skin already drives him crazy, making him anticipate the moment he’ll have a taste of you. He pulls the fabric of your underwear aside, admiring your pretty cunt under the soft lights of your workspace. You look so delicious.

You wait, in pain, when he finally lets his fingers in your slit, separating your lips and gathering your juice. He spreads it around, before reaching up to your throbbing clitoris, teasing it gently, looking for the sweet song of your moans. You sound so adorable, so weak under his touch.

“Are you going to let me taste you, pretty girl?”

“Don’t make me wait any longer” you plead, earning a satisfied grin from him.

And like the perfect man he is, he trails his kisses up your thighs, landing one on your clitoris and watching you jump under the feeling. You feel his tongue, soft and warm, lapping and teasing, sending you to heavens in no time. You aren’t prepared for this, for being so weak under his touch; all your fantasies cannot compare to that exact moment, because while you might have rightfully guessed that he was the perfect man, you could have never predicted how it’d actually be to have him do the right things to you. You can’t keep quiet, as much as you try to, hands pulling on his red locks to burry him further between your legs.

“Seijurō, you’re gonna make me cum” you manage to let out.

And instead of replying, he gets himself deeper between your folds, picking up the perfect pace to send you other the edge. You gasp for air as a wave of immense pleasure hits you – next thing you know, he is standing in front of you, hands gently caressing your cheeks. You’ve made a mess of him; you think to yourself as you look at him. And you aren’t going to stop there. You pull him closer for kiss, tasting yourself on his tongue. He smiles against your lips, appreciating your hunger for him.

He could have never expected this from you; even if he’s been aware for a while now of your attraction to him, he was far from truly grasping how much you wanted him – and how much you still do. The thought of his pretty colleague needing him so much inflames all the cells in his body, and the aching erection in his pants further demonstrate how much he’s wanted this as much as you do.

“I love your shirt” he says as his fingers find its buttons, “but you need to get rid of it.”

You giggle, helping him remove your shirt, and going to unclasp your bra yourself. As you let your breasts out, Seijurō’s breath hitches. The sight of your erected nipples, the roundness of your pretty tits, everything about you is so pretty, so appetizing.

“God, aren’t you a sight…” he whispers to himself, before taking one of your breasts in his hand.

His grip is nice, fondling you with so much composure, but the instant he grazes your nipple, he almost turns into another man. Observant eyes notice the way you keep yourself from making any sound when his thumb plays with the little bud, and he sees the way you push your chest further in his hand. It doesn’t take long for him to understand how sensitive you are to his touch, and he goes to slightly pinch your nipple, getting a cry out of your pretty lips.

“You like it, don’t you? Want me to play with your gorgeous tits, darling?”

“Yeah!”

“Are you going to ask for it?” he teases you, an amused smirk on his lips.

You furrow your brows, not expecting this from him, but you are well prepared to ask, even beg. As your lips part so you can let out your demand, he catches them in a kiss, chuckling at your confusion.

“You don’t have to ask for anything my pretty girl, I’ll do anything for you already.” He says, voice soft against you.

His mouth travels down to your other breast, tongue flicking your nipple and sucking on it. Your mouth opens, though not a single sound gets out of it. The more he goes, the more you lose yourself under his touch, the only thing making sense to you being him. Him, in his entirety – his soft hair, his half-lidded eyes, his smile.

“Sei, I really want you” you whimper.

He raises an eyebrow at you, distancing himself before unbuckling his belt. You stare, glistening eyes roaming other every parcel of skin that he divulges. He’s way beyond your expectations, surprisingly more jacked than you thought – not that you are complaining. All along, you’ve taken notice of how strong he can be, which his svelte figure would have never got you to guess. But here he is, being an absolute feist. You can’t help but gulp at the sight of the prettiest cock you’ve ever seen when he removes his underwear.

“You are so fucking beautiful Sei, it’s unfair” you blurt out your thoughts out loud.

He laughs, reaching for his bag to get a condom out, handing it to you.

“There’s nothing unfair in my opinion, you are quite a beauty yourself” he compliments you.

“Am I?”

He’s about to reply, but his answer gets caught in his throat when your hand gently grab his cock. You observe his reaction, entranced by the way he looks at you as you roll the condom down his length.

“The prettiest girl, yeah” he breathes, “and I’ll fuck her like she deserves.”

You are speechless, only able to guide him to your entrance, incapable of waiting longer. His hands go to hold your hips, guiding you to the edge of your office table as he sinks in you, papers falling off the wooden table and scattering on the floor with your clothes.

“Shit, I need these for tomorrow morning” you look at the mess you’ve made.

Seijurō turns your head toward his, kissing you.

“We’ll care about that later.”

Once he’s well settled in you, he starts to thrust; slow, languid rolls that leave you in an incommensurable state. It feels like a dream, an awfully good dream, and you quickly lose yourself in him, body getting a conscience of its own while your mind gets lost. Your sounds fall in his ears like the most beautiful song, getting some gracious moans out of him. He picks up the pace, while your legs wrap around his dainty waist, now hitting a new angle. You gasp, eyes rolling back at the divine feeling.

“God, you’re so good darling” he grunts against the skin of your neck.

You fail to reply, only small, needy cries coming out of you. You try to keep your eyes open as much as you possibly can, wanting to get as much of this spectacle as you can, but you fail miserably. And when his fingers tease your clitoris, you cling to him, feeling an unknown power taking control of your body. You clench around him, getting him to breathe heavily. Your hips roll harder against him, quite like they have a life of their own – and at this point, they basically do. You are completely engulfed by bliss, feeling your orgasm coming.

“You’re gonna cum for me again, huh? You’re so pretty when you cum” he says like he’s perfectly read your body.

And the sound of his voice, the movement of his hips, the feeling of his cock between your walls, the circles his fingers draw on your clit – all of it brings you to the edge as you cum around him, crying his name like he’s your saviour. He swears, looking at your orgasm painting itself all over your face, heart pounding in his chest like he pounds into you, chasing his own high. He finally comes, holding you tighter and closer to him. You struggle to breathe, overwhelmed by all this pleasure, and only brought back to reality when he lands a kiss on your forehead, fondly patting the top of your head.

“You did so good” he praises you.

You hold him tighter, pulling him a hug as to make the moment last longer. You slowly come back to Earth, and reality creeps back in between your sweaty bodies. You’ve had sex with your co-worker, the son of your boss, the man you’ve been fantasizing about for so long, and there’s no going back. But at the same time, you don’t want that moment to end; you’ve agreed that for as long as it lasts, nothing is real, and you don’t want to go back to a world where you’ll have to face the consequences of your actions.

Because who knows what it’ll be of you once things start being real again.

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It's nearly impossible to have a quiet and peaceful day with the crew, like the strawhats. Nami is mostly used to the noise on Going Merry but one day she gets fed up with Zoro and Sanji arguing. Not only are they extremely loud, but they've also already broken way too many things during their fights.

She decides that If they want to act like brats, then she's going to treat them as such. So she makes them apologize and hug each other in silence for an hour. None of them are happy about this punishment, but Nami threatened to raise Zoro's debt, and Sanji couldn't say no to her. It could be worse.

It's awkward enough for them to not incite any fight for a long time and Nami is quite proud of herself. She knows it won't last forever but at least now she knows how to handle them. It inevitably happens again. And again. And again.

Much to her surprise, those fights became more and more frequent. And what's even weirder is that she could see the way both Zoro and Sanji occasionally glanced at her to make sure she was nearby. It's almost as if they wanted someone to make them hug each other. As if they needed an excuse.... these idiots.

Soon, they don't even need Nami's help. When they aren't busy training, cooking or fighting, they cuddle together. Sometimes Luffy or Chopper would join them, but most of the crew knew it was their time.

After two years spent separately, they became extremely clingy. It's no surprise when they start sleeping in the same bed. What is surprising is that despite them behaving like a lovey-dovey couple, those oblivious idiots are STILL unaware of each other's feelings.

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