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Every previous competition had been done for the love of the game; Goro had been expecting the duel to be that way, as well, and hadn't bothered to think of anything like a prize. He certainly wasn't expecting what Akira asked for.
Joker always managed to flip his expectations on their head.
(Or: sometimes your crush is going to kill you in eight days, so you might as well shoot your shot while you've got access to the target.)
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It’s then, with those stormy grey eyes seeing right through him, one slender hand slowly caressing down his spine and dipping under the waistband of his dress pants, that Goro realizes he is staring up at Ren from the bottom of the grave he’d dug for himself.
And Ren, gentle, beautiful Ren, puts the final nail in the coffin.
“I love you,” he laughs into their kisses, easily, as if he didn’t have to think about it, as if he wasn’t afraid that one day he’d wake up and understand that Goro had been a mistake.
Time slows to a crawl as Goro’s world tilts on its axis.
“You don’t know what you’re saying,” he hisses under his breath, paralyzed.
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“I bet I could figure out the buttons. Give me a week and I’ll have you as desperate as... as Purple Shirt. Mark my words, Akechi, it’s about the buttons.”
Goro stops walking. His wide eyes glisten under the streetlights—glossy like the twin buttons on a teddy bear’s face, glossy like the buttons on his crisp linen shirt, glossy like the metaphorical buttons that Akira aches to push. They stand still long enough for a car to rumble past, long enough for Akira’s pulse to skyrocket, for his palms to clam up with sweat that has nothing to do with the heat.
“If it’s only a matter of buttons,” Akechi whispers, “then I could say the same about you. Seduction is just... altering your behavior, tailoring it, putting on a show. Give me a week, Kurusu. I’ll make you the ‘desperate’ one.”
(Or: Goro and Akira make a bet.)
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“So I’m to be bait,” Akechi says flatly. “You’re serving me up.”
Ren can feel the grin on his face, and he can’t stop it. “I gotta open the store tomorrow, I only serve coffee.”
“Absolutely idiotic. Why would I agree to that?"
Ren shrugs one shoulder and leans back against the movie theater wall, smiling. He’s feeling light on his feet right now. It’s been a bad day, but the end is nice. “Call it penance.”
“Penance for what,” Akechi says.
His smile stays where it is as he glances away for a moment, then meets Akechi’s eyes again. “Being yourself.”
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Summer vacation back in Tokyo was supposed to be two things: an exciting break from the mundanity of home, and a chance to see people he's missed so much it hurts. If he survives, Ren has good news for himself on both.
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“I’ve always found braids to be quite beautiful,” Yusuke says from where he’s sitting cross-legged on the floor. “The practice dates back thousands of years, you know. If you don’t mind, I’d love to sketch the two of you. The intimacy of carding your hands through another’s hair—"
“Dude, gross,” Ryuji groans, cheeks flushing. “I don’t wanna think about Akira getting intimate. Thanks, but no thanks.”
Goro’s mind turns unbidden to the thought of Akira running his hand through Goro’s hair—a soft, tender motion, filled with passion rather than platonic affection. I wonder if he’s that kind of lover, Goro thinks. Maybe he is. Or maybe he’s the sort of lover who’d grab a fistful of my hair and-
“Calm down, Ryuji, nobody’s getting intimate,” Ann says, already pulling an elastic out of her hair. Get it together, he thinks.
(Or: Akira starts braiding the girls' hair, much to Goro's seething displeasure. Fortunately, Goro just needs to wait his turn.)
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“I hope this is okay,” Goro says, fiddling with the cuffs of the shirt. It's nothing special; it’s white and plain, the sort of button down that every twenty-year-old guy has stuffed in the back of his closet. The light fabric hangs awkwardly on Goro’s slim shoulders—and, for whatever reason, he has it buttoned all the way up to the top.
The shirt doesn't look bad, but it looks like it belongs to another man. Akira takes a moment to swallow those implications lest he choke on them.
It's impossible not to fall in love with Goro Akechi, he thinks again, sheepish.
(Or: Goro borrows a shirt—then a hoodie. Then another shirt. Then... things spiral out of control.)
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- Part 1 of clothes off my back
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Q: How do you catch a Crow and pin him down?
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The Phantom Thieves play a game. Ren gets a little more out of it than he bargained for.
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A series of one-shots of having sexual relations with the one and only Seto Kaiba.
EDIT: as of the 16th of August, this fic has upped the ante and is now explicit. If you feel that it shouldn’t be rated this high, you’re in for a bit of a rude awakening as of Chapter 11. Tee hee.
Please let me know if you have issue with this rating change!
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“Have you tried closing your eyes?”
Hinata’s mouth crumples. “Eh?”
“While I fuck you. Would you be less embarrassed if you couldn’t see me?”
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Hinata returns from Brazil and Kageyama takes his time getting reacquainted with the feeling of having him in his arms, and slowly letting the emotions he had paused while they were apart overwhelm him.
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[You’re incredible, Kageyama, Hinata had whispered that afternoon, straddling his waist, elbows on either side of Tobio’s head, and Tobio had gone cold and hot and cold all over, jerking like his strings had been cut. It had been so much. And giving Hinata that much leeway is scary, but Hinata’s also kind of gentle, sometimes. Like he knows how to handle the parts of Tobio that are fragile.]
The working title of this fic was “praise kink tobio,” which...pretty much covers it.
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Hinata sends Kageyama good morning and good night texts, he tells Kageyama stories about his roommate, his job, and about volleyball. Always volleyball. It never gets annoying, or overwhelming, or boring. In fact, it doesn’t do enough to soothe the ache of missing his best friend.
Hinata also sends pictures. So many pictures. Too many pictures.
The pictures are usually silly and cute, (like Hinata, his brain supplies unhelpfully), snapshots of his sunny days in Rio. But between the pictures of sunsets on the beach and funny road signs and new recipes Hinata is trying out, he sends pictures of himself.
The problem is: Kageyama likes the pictures a little too much.
Or: Hinata gets unbearably hot during his years in Brazil, and it makes Kageyama open his stupid lust-addled mouth to say all the wrong things. The way Hinata responds, he wonders - hopes - that they're actually all the right things.
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"Aw, is that really the best you can do, Kageyama?" teased Hinata, resting his fingers on his thigh and playing with where the hem of his shorts were. Kageyama cursed and looked away; the sight of Hinata stretching so easily made him incredibly horny.
OR Hinata is super bendy.
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Hinata has always been Kageyama’s reason. For everything. Why Kageyama went to Karasuno, why Kageyama changed so drastically as a setter, why Kageyama realized he was gay, why Kageyama learned how equally fucking shitty and spectacular falling in love is.
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Kageyama feels a lot of ways about Hinata and Hinata wants him for his birthday.
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' "Hinata...we are not having sex in the shower again. You almost died last time!"
Hinata laughs. "I didn't almost die! I just slipped."
"And bled from your head for fifteen minutes."
This is…actually completely accurate. Hinata knows because Tobio literally timed it. Five more minutes and he would have been on his way to the hospital. It really wasn't that big of a deal though, and up until that point the sex had been fantastic.'
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The handheld shower head is great for relaxing sore muscles, until Hinata gets other ideas.
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'The first thing Shouyou noticed was that he had been wrong, about Kageyama’s eyes. They weren’t cold. They were instead like the kindling for a flame, intense and boring straight into Shouyou, lighting him from the inside out.
The second thing he noticed was that Kageyama was staring back at him with the same expression Shouyou was sure was on his own face.
Pure, unfiltered desire.'
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When lowly acolyte Hinata is tasked with bringing his temple's monthly tax payment to the Centurion's Villa, he hardly expects to have an encounter with Kageyama, the lavishly wealthy landowner and decorated army general himself. But Kageyama turns out to be far more interested in Hinata than the money, believing him to be a gift sent from the gods themselves. Before Hinata realizes what's happening, he finds himself agreeing to stay at the villa, where Kageyama can spoil him to his heart's content.
To Hinata's surprise, he soon finds himself growing attached to the brutally blunt yet strangely sweet Kageyama; but he is worried he won't be able to hold the attention of a man who has everything, even as Kageyama starts to become everything to him.
[words by Esselle, art by reallycorking.]
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- Part 1 of Heaven Sent
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Fandoms: Pocket Monsters | Pokemon - All Media Types, Pokemon Legends: Z-A (Video Game)
23 Feb 2026
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Corbeau stayed the night at your place, and the both of you wake up a little needy.
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- Part 4 of corbeau/reader: enemies to lovers saga
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"i know it's late, but i don't want to sleep. and drinking alone in a hotel room is kind of sad. even if it's just champagne."
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a newcomer to lumiose captures the heart of an infamous mafia boss.
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first time with Corbeau, with a twist