#kuroko no basket imagines

[universal-imagines]

Hi! I wanted to request a headcanon with Akashi, Murasakibara and Aomine (and another character if you want) about them having a female s/o who is not their original type? (Aka: elegant girls with dignity, Mura: tall girls, Ao: big breasts) Their s/o isn't really elegant lol, or has an average height etc. But they love and treasure her. They reasure their s/o, when she finds out their original type and she's insecure about it

❥ ﹝ insecurities ﹞

i. akashi seijuro

it'd been a couple of months since you'd started dating akashi, but you had yet to make it public

not that he or you were actively hiding it, the occasion just hadn't presented itself, but as time continued to pass by you began to wonder if he was ashamed of you

you'd been friends for a while and people knew the both of you were close, even when everyone else was terrified of him you were always there and he treated you like an equal so you didn't think people would be surprised if you ended up together

however, you didn't fit his type, the type everyone assumed he would eventually end up with, someone sophisticated and well-mannered, someone who oozed elegance and power...

you were just you, maybe a little loud and outspoken or maybe a little clumsy

but your insecurities were immediately dealt with when he took you by the hand and walked down the hall

it was a particularly busy day, you don't quite remember why because your mind was too preoccupied with his hand in yours, but it was probably due to festival preparations

"why did you do that?" you asked when you finally found your voice

"because i could tell something was troubling and i hadn't done anything wrong, so i figure it had to do with our relationship status"

you smiled, of course he could read you like a book

ii. murasakibara atsushi

to be honest you had expected a little more than "you're the perfect size" when you voiced your concerns about your height difference

before you guys started dating you had asked him about his type and he said he wanted someone tall so he didn't have to worry about bending down and stuff, so it had been weighing on you this whole time

you wanted some kind of reassurance that he didn't absolutely hate it, but he just shrugged and continued to eat his snacks

"well can you tell me how exactly i'm the perfect height?"

after taking a bite of a chip he titled his head, studying you for a few seconds

"when i'm tired i can rest my chin on your head and it fits perfectly, doesn't matter if i'm sitting or standing and when we're sitting down you fit perfectly against me. i can practically swallow you up with a hug and i think it's nice"

he ate a few more chips before smiling

"oh and i like the way my sweaters look on you"

iii. aomine daiki

you found the magazines he used to get bribed with by his teammates and felt your stomach drop

in all honesty, you weren't snooping or anything your foot just accidentally knocked into something under his bed and you pulled it out to make sure it wasn't damaged, you actually wished you hadn't stumbled upon his hidden stash of magazines

"what do you have there?" was his nonchalant reaction when he walked into the room

he could tell you were uncomfortable with what you'd found but he thought it was nothing more than shame or disgust that he'd keep something like that

it wasn't until a couple of days later when you brought the subject up that he realized why exactly you looked upset

"are you disappointed that i don't have a big chest like those girls... in the magazines?" you were trying to sound as casual as possible, but your body language told a whole different story

"what?" he frowned, but only got a shrug from you

"i'll admit that's the first thing i see in a girl. i'm a tits guy through and through but that's not all i care about. besides, yours are just the right size. if you had big tits i'd have to watch out for other guys..." he stopped, thinking about how that might have sounded "but that doesn't mean that's the only reason i'm dating you either. without you i wouldn't be able to function. i used to rely on momoi for everything, but now you're the person i look for, so get those stupid thoughts out of your head"

[kleftiko]

Would you be able to write a oneshot or some headcanons for Kuroko x reader where reader is always hugging him from behind and giving him butterfly kisses and nudges while he's just standing there straight face going about his business? The episode at the pool where Momoi is shaking him back and forth cracks me up. "he's got the looks and personality of old drywall" 😭

❦ IF YOU PAY ATTENTION

cw: none, this is fluff, alcohol consumption

he’s the type of boyfriend that places his hand over the corner of a counter when you bend down for something

"tetsu-kun~" you sang. "testu-kun~"

arms wrapped around his waist, chest pressed against his back, and cheek nuzzled into his soft, blue hair. your intoxicated mumbles and cuddling were a stark contrast to your boyfriend, who sat at the bar eating his post-drinking ramen. the only indication that he knew you were there was when he raised his chopsticks to feed you some gyoza every so often.

his friends—also tipsy—stared at you. in your own little world, it didn’t seem like you even registered the fact that your boyfriend was practically ignoring you. at least, maybe it looked like that to them.

to you, the subtle movement of his arms to stabilize you when you leaned too far one way was an indication that he wanted you to keep holding onto him. the discreet pats on your thighs after you sang his name told you he was listening.

to others, he looks like drywall, disinterested and bored, but when he gives you a miso-flavoured kiss after he slurped up the rest of his soup and thanked you for keeping him company, everyone can tell how much he loves you.

now, when his friends look at you and see you spinning around your boyfriend in a welcoming hug, they notice his hand on your waist and the discreet way he moves your body to the side of the pavement, not facing the road.

he may not be giving open kisses like you are, but he does show his love.

[thewritetofreespeech]

Hi! I'm so glad to see your open askbox! I'd like to request a headcanon for KnB! How would GOM + Kagami react when their s/o walk in on them taking a shower naked and just casually invite themselves taking a shower with the boys? Thank you for taking my request and I hope you have a great week!

GoM + Kagami - s/o shower time

Akashi

Akashi sighed as the warm water hit his body. His shoulder relaxing in one of the few moments he had to himself. He wanted to get a quick shower before he went to go meet his father for dinner. Their monthly ritual now that he had moved out of the house.

He had just turned around to rinse his back went he heard one of the glass double doors open and [Y/N] standing there. “Mind if I join you?”

They must have known that he was tense about meeting his father; not hard to guess as he usually was. They had tried to be cheerful when he got home. Tried to be supportive. Tried to give him some space. Finally, when none of that seemed to work, they seemed to be going with base physical pleasure as a distraction.

“Of course. You’re always welcome my love.”

They smile and step into the double headed shower with Akashi. Then quickly into his arms. He was certainly more relaxed than usual meeting his father today. Maybe a ‘hot shower’ was called for every month now.

Aomine

‘Shit!’ Aomine cursed to himself as he jumped into his cold shower and instantly started soaping down.

Why did he always have to play Russian roulette with his alarm? He always had to push it too close for those extra few minutes and then here they were. Late. Too late to even let his shower heat up and try to keep the soap out of his eyes.

“Mind if I join you?”

Aomine looked up and over his shoulder to his s/o standing there. Nothing on but their smile. His morning wood that was coming down from the cold shower up to full mast again.

“Sure.” He replied with an equal grin before he pulled them into the shower. Hell he was already late. No point in rushing now.

Kise

Kise hummed to the music still playing in his head from the photoshoot. Still buzzing from all the energy.

It was different than when he played basketball, but still got him hyped. Everyone running around. The intensity to get the perfect shot. Quick changes for costumes. It was all a blur sometimes, but he must have done a good job because the photo director thanked him for his hard work.

He had just gotten home and wanted to take a quick shower before bed. Making sure to get the last of the makeup and hair products off before he slipped into clean sheets.

He was just about to step in when he heard the door open and turned around. “Mind if I join?” [Y/N] asked with a cheeky grin. Apparently having waited up for him, unlike he imagined.

“Sure!” Kise replied enthusiastically before moving aside to let them in first. “I missed you.” He told them once they were both under the water. Kissing them sweetly as rivulets trickled down their bodies.

Kuroko

It was usually pretty easy for Kuroko to sneak out of the bed and into the shower. Given that his presence was low, as long as he and s/o weren’t actively spooning or snuggled up Kuroko could slip out without waking them.

He had just finished up showering when he heard the door open and [Y/N] ask, “mind if I join you?” just as he was turning off the water.

They seemed a little crestfallen that they had missed their chance, so Kuroko reached behind him and turned the water back on. “I think I missed a spot. Wanna help me get it?”

Midorima

5:15 – wake up. morning ablutions.

5:45 – jog

6:30 – rehydrate and start coffee for the morning

6:45 - shower

Midorima had a very set way he liked to get ready for the morning. Following a routine led to increased performance through practice. A mentality he had always had about nearly all aspects of his life.

He was just about to wash his hair, at precisely 6:50 like usual, when he heard the bathroom door open. He knew it had to be [Y/N]. No one else was in the apartment. It wasn’t unheard of that they would be up at this time and was not usually a disturbance to his schedule, so it didn’t bother him. Usually.

“Mind if I join you?”

Midorima wiped around when he heard their voice in the shower. Naked, he assumed. He didn’t have his glasses on so it was hard to see. But the implication was quite clear.

“I uh…I have to get breakfast started.”

His logic didn’t seem to stop them, however, as they still invited themselves into his shower with some pretense about efficiency and better use of time, and all that. He didn’t argue, but it was certainly a disruption to his schedule.

Murasakibara

The alarm by his bed chirped cheerfully to the sound of his current favorite anime, before Murasakibara’s fist came down and pounded it into silence.

He wasn’t a morning person. He was barely a daytime at all kind of person. Kuro-chin had suggested using a song that sparked happy memories to wake up to as a way to be more excited about getting up, but, of course, it had failed.

Sitting up with a big, bear of a yawn, Murasakibara got out of bed and shuffled to the bathroom to get ready. He brushed his teeth while he waited for the shower to heat up, and debated about going back to bed. Stepping into the shower he stood under the water motionless for a while before he heard the curtain pull back.

“Mind if I join you?”

His normal, dull expression perked up as he saw [Y/N]-chin standing there. Suddenly not so sleepy anymore. “Sure.” Murasakibara tried to move and make space for them with his large frame. Hard to manage but they made it work.

This was a much better way to wake up in the morning. He’d have to tell Kuro-chin that this was a much better plan than stupid alarms.

+Kagami

“I’m gonna take a shower.” Kagami announced as he and s/o finished up their movie for the night and prepared for bed.

He’d always taken a shower before bed, even before coming to Japan. It was hit or miss in the states on if people did or didn’t, and maybe it was his parents Japanese background that led to their custom in their house, but he always did it. It just made sense to him. Getting all the germs & dirt of the day off. Kagami was sort of a neat freak on the inside, cultivated from having to keep his own place clean for years.

Halfway through his shower, Kagami looked up when he heard the door open. Thinking he would see [Y/N] in their pjs getting ready to brush their teeth for bed through the glass, but instead seeing them naked.

“Mind if I join you?”

Kagami could feel his face flush from more than just the hot water. His hands instinctively moving to cover himself, despite the half frosted modest glass already in place. Feeling very exposed. “I uh…I…”

[Y/N] seemed to take his hesitation as a time to be bold and opened the door. They had been together for a while, and had been intimate, just not in the shower. It was a secret fantasy that everyone had, that his mind was having trouble processing on was actually about to come true.

“Are you sure this is safe? I don’t want you to slip and crack your head open.”

[pillow-anime-talk]

his talented baby. {pt.2}

synopsis: You as a person with a huge (and hidden) talent, and also a person who really surprises your boyfriend.

# tags: scenarios; current relationships; romance; some comedy; big fluff; some PDA; sfw

includes: gender neutral reader ft. sebastian michaelis & undertaker {kuroshitsuji} + josuke higashikata & rohan kishibe {jojo 4}

part one {click}

— SEBASTIAN (ft. chess)

Sebastian was perfect in everything; in cleaning, in cooking, in playing various instruments, in foreign languages, in gardening, even in singing and dancing. There was, however, one thing he couldn’t achieve fully well, and that was the game of chess.

Of course, he defeated others (I mean here; Grell, Agni, Bald or Finny) with ease, but when you offered him a game one day, his so far intact worldview changed dramatically. Eventually he found someone better than himself, but at the same time he felt so damn frustrated that he couldn’t win against your person. You were better than him, than Ciel, and even better than Mr. Tanaka, who was almost equal to him and the young lord.

“... Your move, Sebastian.” You announced by moving the bishop to the field of your choice, taking his black rook at the same time. “Are you going to give up, my love?” You smiled gently as you took a sip of delicious English tea with the perfect amount of sugar. The man looked at you in response, frowning and looking at the chess alignment after a short while.

“No. Everything is fine, I just need to think for a moment.” He said calmly, though his face expression seemed to hide the urge to swear. “I am impressed with how quickly you made such a confusing setup, darling.”

“Well, well. My grandpa taught me to play. As the saying goes, the student has surpassed the master.” You chuckled as you put your chin on your right hand while looking at the fingers of your man surrounded by white gloves, who decided to move the king to space F5. “Maybe someday you will surpass me, who knows?”

Sebastian stared at you out of the corner of his eye, nodding in delicate, almost invisible amusement.

“Maybe someday, dear. For now, I will give you the honorable title of the best chess player.”

— UNDERTAKER (ft. drawing)

Drawing has been your passion since you remember and you loved to paint literally everything; still life, nature, huge landscapes, other people, animals, and even things that didn’t make much sense (Picasso was one of your biggest inspirations when it came to cubism). In addition, in your bag you always carried your favorite blue sketchbook in which you drew tiny thoughts or things you noticed while walking, working or drinking coffee in a cafe.

That day, however, you were sitting quietly on one of the chairs in the funeral parlor, and the Undertaker was also sitting nearby – he was writing names with concentration, calculating in his mind the number of deaths in the last month and year.

His calm face was really handsome from your perspective; the faint light of the lantern caressed his pale complexion, and his green eyes full of mischief stood out behind his fair hair. Every now and then you glanced at the tall man, then your eyes focused again on the small notebook whose pages were blank. I mean, they were not all empty; some of them had sketches of dogs on them, others sketches of flowers, and others featured the figure of a tall Grim Reaper.

When you finished your illustration, you smiled and nodded, satisfied with your work. A beautiful play of light, self-confident pencil strokes and small additions in the form of ivy and rosemary beautifully composed the whole black-grey picture of Adrian.

“Excause me, darling...?” You whispered hesitantly, not wanting to interrupt his work. Nevertheless, the man quickly looked in your direction and a wide smile appeared on his face.

“Yes, my little flower.” He asked, instantly standing up and forgetting about the paperwork – you were definitely more interesting than the dead, after all. You showed him your drawing with a slight blush on your face and he opened his mouth in slight shock. “It’s me?” You nodded, and the Grim Reaper just chuckled. “Am I really THAT handsome?” He joked and you just rolled your both eyes. A short time later, Undertaker praised your talent, asking if you’d like to hang some of your sketches on the board next to the entrance.

— JOSUKE (ft. playing drums)

More than five years ago, you and your three friends started a music band. Since then, you’ve been focused on making your dreams come true, on small concerts played in the Morioh, on school performances, also on learning notes and practicing singing. You were the drummer and leader of ‘CR△WL’; your vast musical knowledge, willingness to develop your passion and daily rehearsals aroused great admiration from the rest of the band and from people who watched your slowly growing career. Of course, Josuke was no exception, on the contrary – he considered himself your biggest and most faithful fan, who with the greatest pleasure went on dates with you to music shops or bookstores with records of old bands.

The young man was delighted every time you played the instrument – just like years ago in your garage when you first played ‘Paranoid’ by Black Sabbath for him. He was smitten and would come over to your house to listen to your covers or help you make a video for your YouTube channel (you were pretty popular for tutorials, trivia, and drum videos).

“...Y/N, Y/N. Would you be able to play this song?”

That day, Josuke visited your house once again. Your mom made you two some snacks, and you grinned as you practiced another song for an upcoming concert at one of the smaller festivals this summer. Your boyfriend seemed to be excited like never before, so you asked what is the title of mentioned song. Hearing the familiar words, you just smiled, nodding your head in response.

Instantly, your both hands and right foot began to beat the drums, which making the dark-haired teenager’s face look very surprised.

“Y/N... You really know every song on this planet!”

— ROHAN (ft. rapping)

Karaoke, bowls full of ice cream and fruit, carbonated drinks, hot snacks and great company were what you’ve been missing for the last few weeks. Focused on studies and work, you didn’t have time to rest properly; but you finally met with your closest friends and you also took Rohan with you.

You had a great time gossip with besties who talked about changes in their lives and new achievements, for example, at work. You were telling about your experiences as well with a huge smile, while Rohan was sitting right next to you, talking to some people from time to time. He wasn’t interested in large gatherings, but he couldn’t say ‘No’ to you either because you were too sweet that evening.

Suddenly, one of Cardi B’s songs was played in the background and you almost squealed.

“Ooooh, I see that someone want to sing, huh?” The blonde haired girl asked, and you just laughed, thanking her for the black microphone.

Rohan almost spit at his new shirt as soon as you started rapping the verses without any problems, without even looking at the screen where the lyrics were displayed. You had a great time dancing a bit in the middle of the small room. You looked at your partner with a smirk, sometimes sending a kiss or wink in his direction. You were literally in your world; you showing your energy and love for music so perfectly.

Rohan was really surprised.

[laceymorganwrites]

I never thought I´d fall for you

KnB edition:

Female reader

Aomine:

listen, he has a type and it´s certainly not you

your boobs are non existing, not at all like he likes them

so why the hell is he looking after you all the time? why´s he got that stupid smile on his face whenever you look in his direction?

you shouldn´t be this pretty...no more than that, you´re so hot to him, just gorgeous

this man fucking overthinks everything he knew about his preferences before when he sees you for the first time

how are you so hot?? he doesn´t understand it 

it´s not your personality, at this point he hasn´t even talked to you just yet

it just hits him, he´s super attracted to you physically for some reason and because of that he´s intrigued and curious to get to know you beyond all that

someone tell him why he´s getting flustered when you smile at him

you make him such a mess, he´s so fucking embarrassed, this isn´t like him at all

Kise:

someone who´s as shy as you isn´t at all the girl he looks for

he doesn´t like shy and passive girls at all, they bore him

he much prefers someone who actively seeks him out

in his mind the shy girls are just fans of his that won´t actively be fans which pisses him off

when the two of you are paired up in a group project he´s beyond irritated when you just talk about school stuff and other things, complimenting his playing style and not just screaming about how cool he is

it´s...strangely nice

it´s the first time he can actually talk to someone without having to fake anything

and somehow the closer you get the more he is attracted to you

he feels really special that he´s one of the only people you talk to

he loves your shy smiles as well when you see him, it makes his heart flutter

Akashi:

 you´re so average it irritates him

he doesn´t even want to talk to someone irrelevant and boring like you

so why are you so persistent?

with anyone else he´d have flipped already so why can´t he with you?

why does he feel so calm around you? like there are no expectations? he isn´t supposed to feel normal

and it certainly isn´t supposed to feel so nice and comforting

no, Seijuro should fall for someone equally as cold as him, someone from a powerful family

he never really thought about falling in love or chasing after someone because in the end his father would pick out someone suitable for him

he wouldn´t get a say in it either way so he never bothered

but you made him want to experience these feelings that everyone around him had so carelessly

just once he wanted to taste the freedom of love

Murasakibara:

you´re an extrovert

it´s pretty self explanatory but people who talk too much and get too close to him always irritate him

tries to avoid you so much and always yells at you to stay away every time you sit beside him during lunch break

still, you´re the only person he ever runs after (only to get you back the snacks you got him which he didn´t ask for)

he keeps wondering why you´re so damn persistent, he´s not even worth it in the first place

you also don´t seem to care about basketball all that much which is weird because it´s the only thing he´s good at

eventually he gets too tired of trying to avoid you and just lets you talk to him

somehow he also finds himself replying to you which is something that never happened before

and even stranger than that...he feels calm around you and wants you to talk more

[mcverse]

Would you be able to write a blurb for Kagami x gn reader where someone on the team shows up to practice wearing a shirt with random English words without knowing what they mean? I'm sure Kagami and his so would have a blast being in the know

✧ Pairing: Kagami x GN! Reader

✧ Type: blurb

✧ Warning: nun really

When Koganei shows up for practice, Kagami was too busy doing free throws to impress you. When your attention start to drift, he’s wondering what’s more important than watching him.

Then he sees Koganei shirt and the snickers your trying to conceal are making more sense now. Kagami wasn’t as polite as you, however, when he finds out the real reason for Koganei wearing the shirt.

“Oh this!? An American vendor was just giving free shirts away… this was the only one in my size. Not sure what it means though…”

You’re eyes lock with Kagami’s, and instantly your laughing along because his was contagious. Tears pool at your eyes at how ironic the shirt contradicts his scaredy cat personality.

Koganei looks between you both, gripping the shirt, “What? What does it mean?!”

“Who’s gonna tell him?”

Neither of you do, deciding to keep this inside joke to yourselves.

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I have a problem and it's called 'hating Akashi Seijuro but then imagining enemies/rivals to lovers scenarios and fanfics where there is a lot of tension with him.'

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[suvidrache]

Cuddling Midorima

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Word Count: 72 | Read it on AO3

Despite how Midorima seems, he wouldn't be bothered by your snuggling in the slightest. However, there is a time and a place for that behavior. He's fine being cuddly in the privacy of his own home. He's not okay with publicly displaying affection, though. That includes *ahem* h a n d h o l d i n g. He wouldn't necessarily get mad at you. He would lecture you about your behavior.

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Yandere! Seijuro Akashi x Fem! Reader x Daiki Aomine.

Warnings: Yandere themes, sexual themes, smut, penetrative sex, unprotected sex, vaginal sex, squirting, creampie, degradation, humiliation.

Summary: Akashi and Aomine are aware that they like the same person, much to Akashi's dismay; Aomine makes the first move, unaware of how far Akashi's willing to go to get what he wants.

W/C: 1.9k+

Everyone was shocked at first, how was it possible that someone was able to tame Daiki Aomine? But as time progressed, girls especially, would constantly whisper about how you wouldn’t last, how sooner or later, you would just end up like the other girls, thrown away, forgotten. Nothing mattered, not how he started going to practice because you insisted, how he actually started to get his grades up, or even treated Momoi better than how he usually does.

It was hard at first, to get past the jealousy of the many girls who wanted him, but you were able to ignore them with the help of your boyfriend; another reason why they thought he was just faking it, Daiki Aomine, a supportive boyfriend? No way. The only one who fully supported your relationship was Momoi who also offered unwavering support, though unknowingly to you, there was one person who deeply despised your relationship, their hate far outweighing anybody else’s.

Seijuro Akashi.

He loathed Daiki Aomine. How dare he, a former teammate, friend, date you while knowing he harbored feelings for you. Akashi had never wanted to ruin someone so badly, he wanted to ruin his reputation, his name, title, he wanted to ruin everything for him, and even then, it wouldn’t be enough. He wouldn’t stop until Aomine was on the ground, begging for forgiveness, desperately crawling to move forward.

Akashi won’t stop until he stays down.

~.~

“I’m not sure about this.” You quietly speak in Aomine’s ear, the sound of the loud music muffling your voice to anybody else. “Don’t worry, no one will come looking for us.” He nonchalantly replies, having you reconsider. He’s probably right, after all, the party is being held downstairs, the music so loud the walls shake, and with so many guests around, nobody would notice two gone. “… Okay.” You nervously agree.

~.~

Akashi walks through the sea of people with an irritated look on his face, continuing to look for you to no avail. That’s the only reason he’d ever be in such a repulsive environment, but to think you’d actually come to a party like this, pairs and even groups of people sucking each other’s faces in every corner, people dancing in provocative manners, others nearly humping each other, the music just about to blow people’s eardrums with the stench of alcohol reaching every inch of the house, the things he does for you…

It’s nice to know he came all the way to such a revolting place for nothing, maybe his intel was wrong, no, it’s never been wrong. He moves towards the stairs and takes them to the second floor where it’s less agitated, instantly feeling a small sense of relief with how much more spacious it is compared to the first floor. He walks along the halls still in search for you, passing by a few doors and even fewer people, reaching the end of the hall.

With a small frustrated sigh, he turns on his heels and retraces his steps to the stairs but stops abruptly. He slowly turns his head towards the door on his right with a confused expression and stares for a moment. Did he just… hear you? It was so small he could’ve imagined it, but he knows that if he actually heard something, it has to be you, he would never mistaken your voice. He slowly approaches the door and carefully places his ear against, his fingers gently pressing on the wood.

He listens intently only to hear nothing in return, the music far too loud for him. He closes his eyes and creases his brows, focusing on whatever he might’ve heard, this time hearing something for sure, but still too low to make out what it is, the speakers from downstairs drowning out nearly every sound. Akashi moves to stand straight and places a hand on the doorknob, turning it quietly despite the loud music being able to muffle any click of it.

He slowly pushes the door open just a creek, barely enough for him to peek inside, and when he does; his eyes widen at the scene before him, his chest clenching unbearably tight, an empty pit in his stomach quickly forming and gripping the doorknob so tightly his hand shakes, almost downright shattering it while his body fills with an almost intoxicating amount of rage, feeling how his body burns at the sight.

How dare you, how dare you let Daiki Aomine defile you, and moan like a wanton whore while a brute uses your body in such an unruly and vulgar manner. The sickening sight makes him want to vomit, you; splayed on your back with Aomine crushing you under his massive weight while you hold onto him as if your life depended on it, both of your heads thrown back moaning without a care, fucking like animals.

He’s ruined you, Aomine just had to steal your innocence, in such a foul place, in such a barbaric manner, how dare you let someone treat you in such ways. Akashi had you on a pedestal, he could’ve treated you so much better, he could’ve worshipped you, yet you had to stop so low for someone like him, did you not have a single shred of dignity? How heinous. You’re wasted now. If you wanted to be treated like a whore, fine then, so be it.

Another loud moan leaves your mouth, your eyes squinting open a fraction while your mouth continues to hang open, noticing a frightening sight for a split second before a harsh thrust is given to the soft spot hidden in your soaked walls, having you letting out a scream and closing your eyes in the process. “Found it.” Aomine cockily comments, looking down at your trembling form, maintaining his front pressed against yours.

“Stop! Stop!” You shout and he quickly halts his movements. “What’s wrong?” He asks with clear concern, worried he did something wrong but only sees you staring at a closed door. “I… I saw someone.” You pant, out of breath from his relentless pace. “There’s no one there.” He looks back at you, but you can’t shake the split sight of someone staring at you with such rage, the way the intensity of their gaze had your heart and stomach clenching.

“No one’s there… relax.” He places wet kisses along your neck, slowly starting to move against you again, the feeling of his tip pressing into your cervix with such ease making you forget of your worries with a moan and your eyes rolling to the back of your head at how his girth stretches you beyond your limit, fat balls pressed tightly against you while you mentally thank how gentle he was the first few minutes to let you adjust to him.

“Love you… so… much.” He presses kisses on your skin in between the sentence. “Ah- I-” You let out broken moans, being past your limit as he starts to pick up his pace, letting out a small laugh at how easily he’s fucked you stupid, after all, this is all new to you. In no time, he sets the same punishing pace of hammering into you with the loud sound of skin slapping on skin, your wet juices leaking and your screams filling the room.

The wet plaps of his thrusts echo in the room as he holds you in a mating press, his eyes squeezed shut with a pleased look on his face, feeling how you hold onto his back with shaking hands, drops of sweat starting to form on your bodies. “I- I- I’M GONNA-!” You shout before he feels you releasing a thick stream of liquid soaking his pelvis with your insides squeezing him unbearably tight, triggering his own orgasm.

Slamming himself into you a last time, he holds himself as deep as he can, feeling how your release trails down to his thighs and his heavy clenching balls that press against you, emptying them into you and flooding your insides. He quietly holds you for a moment, letting you catch your breaths before pulling out his softened length, watching how his thick cum leaks out of you with a whine leaving your lips at the odd feeling.

You lay motionlessly as he gently wipes you clean, taking care of you before cleaning himself. You hear the quiet shuffling of clothes and feel how he helps put your clothes back on after a few minutes, having already dressed himself as well. Finally, he holds you in a tight hug at the foot of the unknown bed, embracing you tightly and placing a kiss on your temple. “Love you.” He murmurs against your skin. “I love you too.” You kiss him back.

He releases you from his arms and gently holds your hand in his larger one with a relaxed smile, walking behind you to the door with his eyes glued to you, your heart falling out of your chest as soon as you open it. Laughs start to fill your ears with various phones pointed at you as a deep hollow feeling starts to form in your stomach, looking like a deer caught in headlights with a massive crowd of people surrounding the doorway.

Your frozen stiff body refuses to let you move until you feel Aomine’s hand leaving you, snapping you back to reality and getting you to run from the embarrassing scene with the laughs growing louder behind you. Stopping outside the house with tears in your eyes, you notice a familiar face approaching and instantly run to him, throwing your arms around him and crying. “What’s wrong?” Akashi innocently asks.

“It’s Aomine, he- he got the people in the party to listen to us-” You pull away from the hug to explain while sobbing, interrupting yourself from finishing your sentence. “It’s alright.” He tries to console, rubbing the sides of your arms with his hands. “No it’s not! I’m the school’s joke now! I can’t go back like this.” You cry. “… Transfer to my school.” He blatantly says. “What?” You wipe your tears away. “Transfer to my school.” He repeats.

“… Nobody knows you there. You’ll be far more comfortable with me.” He suggests with a relaxed expression. You nod with a sniffle and place your arms around him again, having him hugging you back once again. This wasn’t part of the plan, initially; his only intention was to humiliate you, but was he glad that he accidentally spilled his drink on the speakers. He knew that you and Aomine would be so entranced in your horrid activities that you wouldn’t notice the sudden silence, outside of your own brawl of course.

After that, all he had to do was exit the house and walk back as if he was just getting to the party which you’d be too preoccupied to wonder what he was doing there. Understandably, he’s still upset at your betrayal, but he can’t stay mad at you for long, after all, you’re his queen. Sure you’re a bit confused right now, but soon enough he’ll have you back in line and you’ll be his perfect pristine queen again.

Akashi holds you in his arms in contentment, smiling softly at the path that lies ahead only to be interrupted by thumping coming from not too far behind you. He looks over to see Aomine standing at the doorway of the house where you committed that sinful act with him and stares at his fearful expression at the sight before him; you in front of the arms of not just another man, but Seijuro Akashi. Akashi gives a last pride-filled look at Aomine and turns away from him.

“Come, let’s leave.” He keeps an arm behind you around your back and walks you away from the man who corrupted you, being sure that he’s left him down in the dirt as he wanted.

[universal-imagines]

hii! i was wondering if you could write something for kagami & midorima where they give their s/o their jacket! thank you so much (and if you can’t that’s totally okay)

❆﹝ borrowing their jacket ﹞

kagami taiga.

When Kagami asked you to wait for him while he finished practicing, you didn't expect to sit on the bench for two hours. By now, it was dark out and chilly. Not that either of those things was unforgivably terrible, just a tad inconvenient. 

The first wasn't even an issue, if you were being honest, because your boyfriend would be walking you home. But the latter would have your teeth chattering embarrassingly the whole way there.

While he packed his things, you debated whether to ask Riko if she had a spare sweater, but just as you were about to, you felt something soft fall on your head.

"What in..." You fully expected it to be some dirty towel of Kagami's, but after yanking it down, you realized it was his jacket. "Oh."

"Wash it for me, yeah?" He grinned.

"Can't you just let me believe you're being nice for at least a second?" You glowered at him playfully.

midorima shintaro.

Maybe Midorima did warn you about the temperature dropping below a comfortable level by evening, and it's possible you chose to ignore him. But honestly, who wants to carry a long coat around all day?

It would have covered your whole outfit and been too warm to wear until nighttime. However, as you hugged yourself and shivered just slightly, you had to admit you were starting to regret it.

"Shin…"

By the turn of his head and look in his eyes, you knew he was expecting you to call him. Anyone else would have assumed he was annoyed, but you knew him better than that.

"I warned you."

You wanted to pout and argue with him, but there wasn't anything that could save you.

"…I know, but I'm cold."

He sighed, adjusting his glasses.

For a moment, you thought he was just going to ignore you, but he soon turned to face you.

"Remember to give it back once you're done with it," he shrugged his jacket off and placed it over your shoulders.

"What if I want to keep it?" You smiled, feeling the warmth immediately spread throughout your back and arms.

"Then it can be your lucky item."

please do not use any of my works, in any shape or form, without permission.

[kleftiko]

Honestly, I love the idea of Teppei Kiyoshi putting his s/o over his shoulder when they get too angry. He'd apologize to the person who was a second away from getting wrecked, putting on his cute face while reader is struggling and squirming to try and fight still. Hanamiya better watch out. Could you write something for that? If not that’s okay!

❦ FEISTY

cw: none, this is fluff, language [not proofread]

the fact that my boyfriend already has to hold me back cause im a bitch that doesn’t let people walk over him :)

your boyfriend is handsome. he’s kind, funny, and cute, so everyone flocks to him.

he likes to think you compliment him; you have an attitude—you’re feisty. it’s one of his favourite things about you.

it also means he needs to keep you on a metaphorical leash when you two go out, get a little bit of alcohol in you at the bar and you’re a wild thing. so when he sees you crashing the billiards tournament, he’s not too concerned until he sees your face fall from a tipsy smile to an annoyed glare.

it’s second nature to excuse himself from the conversation and make his way quickly across the bar to where you are, getting in the face of some guy who looks like he regrets everything.

“hands off means hands off, little boy.” you snarl and the guy’s eyes flick towards your boyfriend behind you.

“control your bitch, dude.” he says.

“oh, i’ll show you what a bitch is.” you threaten, only for the world to turn upside down.

the alcohol in your system paired with your man’s arms hauling you over his shoulder shut you up for a dizzying second before you’re squirming around and trying to get out of his his hold.

“please don’t call my girl that.” you hear teppei say, pinching your butt to make you stop.

there’s a pause.

“i see a bitch, i call a bitch.”

“well, i see a virgin who struck out, so…” you can practically hear the adorable smile on your boyfriend’s face.

you snort. audibly.

and your boyfriend walks out of the bar.

he doesn’t say anything on the way home, doesn’t put you down either, and you enjoy swaying in the wind and teppei’s hands on your thighs.

“i could’ve handled it.” you hummed and he patted your butt affectionately.

“i don’t feel like bailing you outta jail tonight, babe.”

[thewritetofreespeech]

can you do scenarios for the GoM boys + Himuro falling asleep by or on female reader?

GoM Boys + Himuro - Nap Time

Akashi

It was hard to tell when something was wrong with Akashi. He held in his emotions very well. However, being around him so much, and so close, you could tell that something was off; even as he diligently worked on the student council paperwork.

“Akashi-kun, is something the matter?”

The red head looked up from his writing, slower than usual, but smiled. “No [Y/N]. Of course not.”

“I can tell that something is off with you. Please tell me what’s wrong.”

He seemed to hem & haw over your earnest entreaty before he turned back to his paperwork. “I’m just a little tired. Nothing to worry about.” It took a lot for Akashi to mention that. Any sign of weakness was something that his family, or father, would not tolerate. So, it showed how much he trusted you.

You weren’t surprised he was tired. The expectations put on him, as well as his academics, extra curriculars, and basketball, it was a wonder he wasn’t exhausted all the time. The stress must really be getting to him if he was willing to admit he was ‘a little tired’.

Setting down your pen, you sneak over to the door of the student council room and lock it. “Why don’t you lay down on the couch?” You offer. “No one can come in now. And I’ll keep watch for anyone lurking around in the halls.”

“I couldn’t possibly do that.” Akashi insisted. Acting as if the whole idea was absurd.

“Come on. It’s not like you’re the first student council member to crash out on it.” The implication that he was no different from his peers may Akashi furrow his brow. “I won’t tell anyone. Rest is important for recovery. I’ll work on this, and you can take a quick cat nap, and will never tell anyone your shameful secret of you being tired once in your life.”

He scoffed once at your joke, but seemed to concede. “Very well,” Akashi agreed as he loosened his uniform tie and headed for the couch, “as long as my secret is safe with you.”

“Always.”

This seemed to put him at ease and Akashi fell asleep to the sound of your pen against paper. Scribbling away while he rested in the afternoon sun.

Aomine

Aomine napping wasn’t anything new. He spent most of his school days up on the roof in his favorite nap spot, watching the clouds and laying in the sun like a cat. It was a wonder he didn’t get burned.

Climbing the stairs to the roof, you found him spread out on the concrete. Still unsure how that could possibly be comfortable. “Are you going to class at all today?”

The basketball star opened one eye up at you, then shrugged. “I’ll go to lunch.”

“Lunch isn’t a class, Aomine.” You remind him as you knelt beside him.

He stretched long and loud before he settled back into his nap position. “I’m gonna go to science here in a bit. We’re learning about cicadas.” You smirk at Aomine’s childish interest still in all things insect related.

He rolled over and placed his head in your lap. “But that’s not for another half an hour.”

“Hey! I’m not a pillow! And unlike you I have to go to class.”

“If you did you wouldn’t be up here.” He cleverly remarked. You growl a little and tempted to just stand up and let his big, dumb head smack against the pavement.

Aomine’s hand reached back to touch your leg. Not in a gropey way, but in a calm, affectionate, soft kind of way. “Stay with me.”

His words make your heart weak. Looking at his peaceful face, and the gentle way he spoke only to you. Your resolve cracked instantly. “Fine. But we’re going to class at the bell.”

Aomine smirked in his sleep and continued to nap. Resting in your lap with the cool breeze and warm sun. You wish you had brought a book.

Kise

It was late at night when Kise texted you and said he was finally finished with his shoot. The two of you were supposed to meet up for a date, after his modeling gig, but it had run very late. You were willing to let it go, but Kise insisted that you had made plans and were going to stick with them.

“Hey [Y/N]-cchi.” He greeted at the door in his signature way, but with much less enthusiasm.

“Kise you look exhausted.” You tell him honestly, but still let him in and close the door. “I told you we could reschedule. You didn’t have to come all the way over here.”

“No, no. It’s fine.” He insisted as he took off his shoes. “The shoot was really hard, but I felt bad for bailing on you because of work. Do you still want to go out? There’s some after hours clubs I could probably get us into.”

“No thanks.” Aside from the fact that Kise clearly looked tired, you were already in your pjs and didn’t want to get dressed again. “Why don’t we just relax and watch a movie. Did you even eat anything while you were on set?”

“Oh, you know models.” He joked as he followed you down the hall toward the living room on autopilot. “Nothing but coffee and mineral water.”

You tell Kise to sit down on the couch and you would make him something. Surely you had enough stuff in your fridge to make him a sandwich. Coming back into the living room you saw Kise on the couch with his head tipped back on the sofa, asleep. You smile a little as you appreciated the gesture of him wanting to make time for you, but it was clear he was working himself hard to keep up with school, basketball, modeling, and you. Kise was a nice guy. He wanted to make people happy; even sometimes at the expense of himself.

You set the snacks down and pull out a blanket to lay over him. Kise roused a little, but more to adjust to a more comfortable position. His head lulling to the side.

You smile again and curl up next to Kise, who immediately wrapped his arm around you in his sleep. It may not have been the date Kise had wanted with you, but it was still nice to spend time together. Even if you were both asleep for it.

Kuroko

“Kuroko….Kuroko….KUROKO!”

The blue haired boy jumped awake in alarm; or as alarmed as Kuroko could get. He looked at you in surprise as you scrunched your mouth and told him, “You were asleep.”

“Oh. Was I?” He asked rubbing his eyes.

“How could you not know?”

“Well, sometimes when I stay up late reading, I just nod off for a few minutes and wake back up. My presence is so low most people don’t seem to notice.”

“And you don’t walk into walls or anything?” You ask curiously. More interested in the phenomenon than irritated now.

Kuroko shrugged. “Not really. If I do, I’m not moving that fast. So I just bump into it, wake up, and keep going.”

“What if you walk off a bridge or something?!”

“I haven’t done that yet either. So I guess it’s ok.”

You watch Kuroko as you continue to walk to school. Staring at his face until his eyes suddenly slide closed and he was practically sleepwalking the rest of the way to school. He was right. No one really seemed to notice and subconsciously moved out of his way as he moved through the morning bustle. Overall it seemed his body had the muscle memory to get him there unharmed, which was really interesting.

When you came to the crosswalk you reached out and grabbed Kuroko’s hand to hold it. He woke back up, blinked a few times, then looked down at your hands before looking up at you. “I’d like to make sure you don’t walk into traffic.” He smiled and squeezed your hand.

You walk the rest of the way to school, Kuroko in and out of sleep, before you both make it to the gate and he seemed ready for the day. “Thank you for keeping me safe [Y/N].” He told you. Squeezing your hand one last time before you part ways toward your separate classes.

Midorima

His head bobbed yet again as he stared at the textbook before it popped up. Midorima glared at the pages, as if their lack of interesting facts was the problem, and tried to refocus again.

“Why don’t we take a little break?” You suggest. Setting your own book down.

“No.” Midorima said emphatically. “We need to get this done before the next cram school.”

With graduation, and future plans for college fast approaching, you had both signed up for the same cram school. A very advanced, competitive cram school that boasted the highest acceptance rate into top universities. But it wasn’t only that the program was competitive, the students were. And though he tried to hide it Midorima was fiercely competitive.

“Midorima-kun, it’s ok. It was just a fluke. You don’t have to get first place for every practice exam. It’s just practice. Second is fine as well.” His hands gripped the pages of the textbook fiercely. Clearly, he did not agree. You sigh and close your book. “You know, studies show that a brain without enough REM sleep can not only not process information, but actually loose retention of pre-existing information in an effort to prioritize necessary function in the absence of rest.”

“Where did you read that from?”

“The Harvard Medical Journal.”

He stopped scanning the page and looked up at you over his glasses. Clearly only seeing reason now that someone with credentials he hadn’t even met had made the argument. “Fine. 20 minutes, then we go back to studying.”

You smile and come around to the other side of the table by Midorima. He seemed uncomfortable resting beside you, at first. But clearly he was so tired that that didn’t matter and was out very quickly after he closed his eyes. Not even bothering to take off his glasses.

You reset the alarm for an additional 20 minutes to let him rest longer. He was a little upset at the loss of nearly a full precious hour when he woke up, but did look more refreshed, and tackled the books with a newfound gusto.

Murasakibara

“[Y/N]-cchi….this movie is boring….”

“But you picked it?” You remind him as Murasakibara stretched out on the couch; taking up most of is with his size.

“I know, but it’s boring now.” He repeated. “Plus we’re out of snacks.”

“Is that why you’re bored?” You ask, not mentioning that you barely got any of the popcorn or candy you’d brought in. “Because you don’t have any snacks? I can pause and we get you some more.”

“No.” He replied. Although he clearly wasn’t responding to your question. “I’m comfy here now.” His head was in your lap, while the rest of was half covered with a blanket. Which, you had to admit, did look pretty comfortable.

“Murasaki-kun, you’re not going to fall asleep are you? I didn’t mention it earlier, but I kind of have to go to the bathroom and…” Your comments were cut off by a loud snore. Murasakibara clearly already asleep in your lap.

+Himuro

“Annnnd now I’m stuck.”

Himuro chuckled at your misfortune. “Sorry [Y/N]. I could try to move him if you want.”

“No…don’t wake him…” You’d seen Murasakibara woken up from a nap, and it was not pretty.

“Can you really blame him though? I’m sure your pretty comfy.”

“Oh yeah,” you droll back sarcastically, “just a big snuggly fluff ball over here.”

He chuckled again and shifted around under the blanket. “Hmm…I think so.”

“Not you too Himuro!” You hiss, trying not to wake Murasakibara, as he rested his head on your other shoulder.

“I’m not. I’m not.” Himuro insisted. “I’m just kidding around. I have a little more self-control than Murasakibara.” Even as he said that his eyes slid closed, and his words came out slower. Another few breaths and he was asleep. Quietly snoring on your shoulder, while Murasakibara snored loudly near your ear.

Yep….you were really stuck now.

[pillow-anime-talk]

sore hands.

request ; @shakethatsassyass​: hi! i’ve been loving your work. and i really like how you write knb characters, you really capture their personalities perfectly. would it be alright to ask for a story or headcanons of akashi with his wife who writes for a living and is experiencing joint pain in her hands? my fingers are in constant pain and i’m unable to work but thinking about akashi makes me feel better 💕 thank you so so much! 💖

# tags: scenario; current marriage relationship; writer!reader; worried!akashi; soft romance; a bit of drama; but also fluff; kisses; mention of pain and crying; pet names; sfw

includes: female reader ft. seijuurou akashi {knb}

author’s note: so sorry that you waited so long, but here’s the scenario for you!

You loved your job; just thinking about the plot, developing it thoroughly, creating the world and characters was as exciting for you each time as when you were writing your first book (then on a website for a small audience). You loved the stage of thinking about the cover, the description and the title, you loved the moment of choosing the right paper and font, and you also liked to think about page numbering and additional visual elements. However, the writing itself was often painful for you, and you were considered by your readers and the media to be a ‘cyclical author’.

Because writing one book very often took more than ten months – not because you didn’t have time or idea (quite the opposite), but ‘cause of your long-term illness.

Since childhood, your hands and wrists have been prone to sprains and fractures, so the doctor advised you not to strain the joints in your hands and visit your physiotherapist frequently. That’s why you wrote very rarely and very slowly. You always tried to do your best to publish at least one book a year, but it was difficult – physically and mentally. You didn’t want to disappoint your fans, you wanted to give them the best new story you’ve ever written.

You were just in the middle of writing the third chapter and it was hard for you to concentrate because of the pain in your right hand; despite daily therapy with a massage ball, despite taking pills, as well as warming your fingers with a hot water bottle ... you didn’t feel better. Calm music, thick socks and a blanket thrown over your shoulders, although pleasant, did not pass their test. You needed a break, preferably a week.

“... Dearest, everything’s okay? You’ve been working since morning, and it’s already four in the afternoon.” A calm, low voice snapped you out of your thoughts. You turned your head slightly and looked at your husband in daily clothes, smiling shyly.

“I’m almost done with this chapter.” You whispered loosening your wrists, catching the ball full of studs again.

“I’m so proud of you, love, but rest a bit. I made you your favorite tea.” The lovely smell of the hot drink in your favorite mug made your cheeks blush. Seijuurou was truly a wonderful man, very patient, tender and always worried about you.

“Thank you.” You said with a slightly bigger smile and your beloved sat on the edge of the couch that was right next to your station.

When the red-eyed man put the white mug on the bamboo stand, he immediately took your hands and placed a tender, sweet kiss on them. He always did it when you were writing or when you were having a bad time.

“I made dinner. Would you like some pasta with vegetables?” He asked and touched your cheek with one hand. You snuggled into his warm hand for a moment, then nodded. “We’ll eat and rest for a while, then you can go back to work. Don’t overwork yourself, honey. You know your fans are mature and will understand your feelings and your problem.”

“Yes, that’s true. Thank you, Sei. I needed to hear it.” You giggled and took his hand in a light squeeze. “Why don’t you help me with the cover concept tomorrow?”

“With the greatest pleasure, dear.”

[laceymorganwrites]

Calling you mommy for the first time

KnB edition:

Aomine:

when you´re pegging him

it´s your anniversary and he´s already comfortable subbing for you

he´s finally had enough of you begging him to do it, it annoys him

and he´s not a whiny bitch, he doesn´t go back on his words, he can easily take it

if you can take him he can take you

let´s just say he doesn´t stay that overconfident for long

but not because you´re so rough with him, quite the opposite actually

you´re so gentle with him it touches him to tears, he didn´t expect that

he genuinely never felt so loved, you´re taking your time with him, prepping him and actually making it feel good

he could cum from your fingers alone, he´s wondering how the hell you know exactly where his prostrate is

´mommy please, I´m ready´

Kagami:

when he cooks for you

he enjoys cooking overall, it calms him down while he can easily focus as well

and he´s super proud of all of his creations, liking to experiment with a few flavors and recipes

and it makes him so happy when you like it as well

loves cooking for you more than for anyone else

´do you like it, mommy?´

he always regards you with such cute puppy dogs eyes, always waiting for your approval

but he always gets it, he´s such a good boy for you

´of course I do. I like everything you make for me, baby´

Akashi:

when you praise him

this man honestly thought he was a sadistic control dom before he met you

but not only do you show him how touchstarved he really is, you also unlock his praise kink

Seijuro has so much pressure on his shoulders, but somehow you manage to make it all go away, he doesn´t break underneath it anymore

you force him to take breaks and help him out in private, reminding him of all of his successes, no matter how little they might be

be that a basketball match, managing to get out of bed, shower or get groceries, you always make sure he knows he´s appreciated and loved

´good job, baby´ you smile at him, gently stroking his hair

he looks up at you with such a proud and happy expression, it just makes you melt

´thank you, mommy´

Murasakibara:

during facesitting

out of everyone he probably has the biggest mommy kink since he´s a little

he just loves it when you take care of him, he can let out his inner child completely, you accept him just as he is

you never scold him for eating too much sweets or making a mess, instead you help him have a balanced diet and clean together with him

he was unsure about sex at first, just because he´s so big and doesn´t wanna hurt you, it took you guys a while to find positions that were comfortable for both of you

he has an oral fixation so eating you out is literally his favorite hobby

whenever he´s anxious he´ll just pull you over and have you sit on his face, that´s how it´s most comfortable for both of you

´mommy tastes so good´

literally gets so drunk of your pussy, won´t stop until you yell at him to, the best feeling to him is your shaking legs squeezing his head 

Tatsuya:

when you stroke his hair

he never thought you´d be dating, moreso that he´d ever fall in love with you

or anyone for that matter, he never thought he was deserving of it

you started out as friends, you noticed how he was always alone and one day you caught him crying and let him vent to you

ever since that day he comes to you whenever he has something on his mind, weighing him down

a deep friendship formed from this, but soon he became a bit too interested in you as a person, panicking a bit

but when you ask him out on a date he´s so relieved because he can finally place the feeling, it´s the first time he´s ever fallen in love

your relationship progresses slowly but that´s what makes it so deep and unwavering as well

one day you´re just cuddling and stroking his hair gently when he looks at you with a dreamy expression and that cute smile of his

´I´m so glad I met you, mommy´

Kise:

when you edge him

he´s the best good boy out of all of them

wants to make you so proud of him

he´s super insecure in his skills in bed because he genuinely thinks he´s nothing special and barely average

but he makes up for it in endurance and stamina, so he´ll always tell you how you can use him however you like, until you´re completely satisfied when he can´t cum anymore

loves edge play the most because it tests his will, he will hold out on cumming until it hurts for you

the best part is following your orders, falling so safely in your arms, he just needs to listen and let go whenever you tell him

´I want you to cum with me, baby. Another round, will you be a good boy for me?´

´yes! I´ll be anything you want me to be, mommy´

Midorima:

when he service tops

confuses topping and domming for the longest fucking time

until you just yell at him how you wanna take care of him

he´s literally so touched at the sentiment and very willing to let you show him the reigns

doesn´t mind domming or subbing, he´s the perfect switch who will adjust to your every need

he doesn´t have a high libido himself but he´s always more than ready to satisfy you fully

it´s rare that he initiates but it mostly happens when he´s feeling very emotional, when he just can´t believe you´re really his

´I want to make you feel good today, mommy´

Takao:

when he subs for the first time

he wasn´t really a dom before but because he doesn´t have a lot of sexual experience he´s mostly vanilla

he never really had the time or partner to try out anything new

but he sure likes it when you pamper him outside of the bedroom so when he brings up how he wants you to take control who are you to deny him

´you´re so eager, it´s cute~ don´t worry, mommy´ll take care of you´

he blushes so hard, he´s not used to using those terms in bed, he did think about calling you mistress or something along the lines just because you´re the perfect dom to him

I mean he watches way too much femdom porn so of course he wants to be a good slut for you

´I´ll be a good boy, mommy´

Kotaro:

after he won a match

he has too much energy, literally too much

you have to stop him from  running you over most of the time cause he´s the type of person to jump hug you

´baby, calm down a bit´ you giggle, hugging him back and promptly being lifted up by him

´we won, mommy!´

he´s so euphoric and proud of himself and the team

you smile at him and kiss him, not caring if anyone else sees, it´s known you´re a couple at this point and nobody from the team minds so nobody else gets to gossip about you 

´that´s amazing, baby! you did so well´

Imayoshi:

calls you mommy to tease you

it´s still early in your relationship and he doesn´t think you have it in you to dom him

he caught Wakamatsu watching femdom porn the other day and made fun of him for it, but the concept doesn´t leave his mind

he´s in denial that he´d like it as well, because he does enjoy domming a lot. like a lot. mostly a very sadistic dom but can be gentle when in the right mood

he´s in a silly mood a lot where he just won´t stop talking and cracking stupid jokes, at the most inappropriate times

especially when you´re working

´aww am I being a bad boy, mommy?´

´yes you are, you fucking brat´ 

your voice is so deadpan, he doesn´t even have time to be embarrassed about how much he´s blushing right now

it doesn´t happen that he´s speechless

´will you punish me?´ his voice is quieter now, he hates to admit it but the thought of you putting him in his place turns him on a lot

´later if you can be fucking patient for once´

Wakamatsu:

asks for it after discovering his kink

he always found women in control to be incredible endearing

you already had such a confident and strong personality, he fell for you incredibly fast

mostly because his friends set you two up and therefore it was pretty clear the relationship would last

he´s such a sweet and considerate boyfriend, falling in love more every day

and you two are always very open and direct about your needs and desires so it´s no surprise when he mentions the possibility of a mommy kink

´oh don´t worry, I´m into that, you can call me mommy, I´d like that´ you smile and watch his reaction

he´s so relieved that you don´t judge him for his preferences and gives you a  big hug

´you´re the best, mommy´

[kucho04]

Art trade for @wannabe-cartoonist-blog ❤️ Also happy birthday to Kuroko <3

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Hey, gemstones. I hope you didn't forget, but you may request me a headcanon or one-shot related to these fandoms: Beyblade Burst, Kuroko no Basuke, and The Young Elites.

I have been waiting, and since no ask was coming, I had decided to open the request and call out those people. That is all, gemstones.

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