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jean-kayak · 3 years

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Anon Request: heyyy! so like i LOVED the haikyuu x thick black gf, do you think you could do it for the generations of miracles too? if that’s a lot maybe just akashi because i love that man

A/N: Here it is, anon! And I did all of them for you, so I hope you like it! (and yes it is 2 am)

Word Count: 2.5k

Haikyuu!! version here and here!

》Poor baby would be overwhelmed

》He wouldn't know what to do lmfao, and he probably be a stuttering mess when he first meets you

》He's probably nervous to touch you at first because he doesn't really know where to start and because there's so much of you

》But once he gets comfortable enough, he always wants you on top of him or on him in some way shape or form

》He always denies you when you think you might crush him because he really loves the weight of you on him, and he probably prefers to be the little spoon

》I feel like he's not big on getting head, but when you do, he feels like his life has changed

》It feels so good, he doesn't know what to do or where to go lmfao, so he just ends up squirming a ton, the moans he's making completely out of his control

》His body definitely feels like jelly when he cums, and he probably won't move for a while lmfao

》Now when he goes down on you? He was mesmerized by how much slick you had produced and all you guys had done was made out

》He'll just lay there between your legs, gripping your thighs tightly when you squirm under his gaze, but he can't help but watch

》He'll play with your nipples, run his fingers just shy of touching you where you want him just to see if you'll get even wetter

》And when he finally tastes you, he wonders why he wasn't doing this sooner, and you don't think you've seen him move with such enthusiasm off the court before

》He's moaning into your folds, his hands digging into your thighs as he eats you out with more fervor

》In that moment in time, he was content with staying in between your legs for the rest of his life

》But then you finally slept together, and he really thought that the air had been snatched from his lungs

》He can barely last long when he slides in, and he doesn't even move when he bottoms out lmfao, he just rests his face in your neck

》His hands are just scrambling and grabbing all over your body as he tries to stop himself from cumming and he hasn't even moved yet

》He obviously doesn't last long 💀 but he makes sure he cums, and the moment he slides out, he's out like a light lmfao

》And he definitely goes and buys you a ring the next day

》Fangirls, who? Mans forgets them the moment his eyes land on you

》Like seriously, he literally ignores them and only talks to you, walking right past them, and he probably doesn't realize that they're standing there

》Your boobs are definitely his favorite part of you, he'll lay on them, touch them, squeeze them, doesn't matter, his hands are always on them

》He's eccentric in public, but the moment you go down on him, he's nothing but a stuttering mess, moans and whimpers the only thing coming from him

》It literally takes everything in him to not buck up into your mouth, which feels like heaven,

》Puts a hand on your head to try and ground himself because he definitely feels like he's floating

》When he cums, the world seems to just disappear, and you have to rub over his face to make sure he's okay because he hasn't moved in a while

》And after you've made him feel spineless, it's only right for him to return the favor of course

》Once he starts though, he doesn't really plan on stopping and he never does it to just return the favor

》His eyes widen when he realizes how soaked you are when he brushes his fingers over your folds, his ministrations soaking his hand and wrist

》You're producing so much that he can't let it go to waste, so he's sliding in between your legs, and he freezes in shock for a second before attaching his mouth to your folds

》He definitely wants to stay there for the rest of his life, practically drowning in your slick, not really caring if it kills him

》Coaxes you to orgasm quickly just so he can taste more of you, that becoming his only priority

》And he makes sure to catch every last drop, the last thing he wants to do is waste it

》And when he's finally inside you, he tries to chuckle, thinking that there's no way you can feel this good, but it's cut off with a garbled moan

》You really do feel this good, your cunt hot and wet, sucking him back in every time he pulls out

》He feels a shudder run up his spine, his body practically shaking with euphoria as he can't focus on anything else but you

》His eyes roll when you clamp around him, and his orgasm comes out of nowhere, his body going rigid

》He can barely catch himself, his forehead resting against yours as he tries to calm his heartbeat down. "So, you wanna get married tomorrow?"

》Please, this man would have such a hard time making basic conversation lol

》He has a hard time trying to focus on talking to you because he keeps focusing on your body

》Definitely just freezes in place whenever you wear shorts or anything that shows off your thighs

》You're pretty sure you saw his nose bleeding one time, and he brushed you off when you asked, his face as red as a tomato

》He's like Kuroko, hesitantly touching you because he doesn't know what to do because you're so thick

》Once he gets comfortable and over that completely flustered phase, his hands are continuously on your thighs

》You find him squeezing them softly or laying on them, totally mesmerized by how soft they are

》When you offer to go down on him, he's quick to say that you don't have to, but you insist that you want to do it

》Needless to say, he never tries to convince you otherwise again

》The blush on his face spreads down to his chest, sweat coating his forehead as he has trouble controlling the noises he's making

》And the pleasure is so great that he actually goes silent, the only indication that he's cum is when you feel him shoot down your throat

》You actually have to check on him, and you chuckle softly as you fix his glasses, his breathing ragged

》I feel like he's one of the guys who's never really understood the appeal of going down on somebody, but he's not opposed to it

》And his opinion changes when he finally sees how soaked you get from just a tiny amount of foreplay and when your slick lands on his tongue

》You've actually never seen him put more emotion into something, and he's actually urging you to squeeze his head with your thighs, pushing them together as his fingers dig into them

》You actually have to pull him away from you when you cum, the only thing he's focused on is tasting you

》He really doesn't think you could get any better, but then he feels your walls around him, and he feels his heart skip multiple times

》He really doesn't know what to focus on, and he actually forgets to move, and you have to jolt him out of the trance you put him in

》Even after that, it's like his brain has stopped working lmfao, literally the only thing running through his mind is how warm and tight your walls are

》He groans when he sees your slick all over him, and he hits that spot inside of you, making you clench around him and that's what sends him over the edge

》And he didn't even realize he was that close 💀 "Marriage sounds like a good idea, doesn't it?"

》Ooh boy, this man, literally jaw drops open, hits the floor, and then he's quickly running over to you, trying to flirt with you to the max

》He's actually pretty surprised that he managed to get you, but he's definitely showing you off, making sure everyone knows that you're his

》He loves your ass, literally the only thing he'll pay attention to

》So, if you're back is towards him, you can totally forget about him following the conversation

》Expect him to smack your ass randomly, like outta nowhere

》He'll be the pettiest boyfriend in the world saying shit like "I'll do it if you suck my dick" stupid shit like that 🙄✋🏽

》So, then you do...you suck the soul of out him and this man literally buys you whatever you want

》He can't help but cant his hips, thrusting into your mouth, but it doesn't last long because he's cumming after a couple of thrusts, a deep groan coming out of his throat

》While you're making out, he teases your folds with his fingers, but he stops kissing you when he realizes how wet you are

》His attention is quickly shifted to your cunt, as he slides down your body, pushing your legs to your chest before eating you out like his last meal

》He loses himself in your taste, your juices coating the lower half of his face and dripping down his chin

》You whine from the overstimulation when you cum, and he pulls away but once you recover, his mouth is right back on you

》And he'll either be there or fucking you into the mattress, holding your legs in the same position

》His eyes are rolling in the back of his head, trying to hold back as he fucks into you, a white ring appearing at the base of his dick

》How much slick you produce always amazes him, no matter what he does, and it's all he pays attention to as he fucks you

》He cums way too early for his liking, surprising himself

》But at the same time, it's not like he could really control it with how good you feel around him

》He fucking you through his high, bringing you to yours, and then he's pulling out of you, resting back on his haunches

》"Looks like I'm gonna have to marry you."

》This man tries to act like he's not floored by your body, but he absolutely is

》His eyes are always running over your body whenever you're not looking his way

》Your thighs and your ass are his favorite parts; picks you up so that he can feel them around his waist, his hands splayed on your ass

》Is always laying on your thighs, literally does anything while he's in between them

》When you give him head the first time, he's pretty patient because come on now, my mans is packing

》But he jumps slightly in surprise when you fully take him down your throat, digging his nails into his palm when he sees himself in your throat

》He's literally sinking into whatever furniture he's sitting/laying on because he's never been with someone that could actually take all of him before

》He doesn't really know how to react because he's never felt pleasure like this before

》Got this man's legs twitching lmfao

》He doesn't even move after he cums, just lays there, and there's no way you can move him so you just leave him there 💀

》Now, one thing you'll have to be ready for is when he eats you out

》The first time he gets his mouth on you? His snacks are being thrown out the window

》You're his snack now, and he literally will push your legs up and out of his way, and there's literally nothing you can do to stop him

》He gives overstimulation a new meaning when you meet him, and he doesn't let you go until he's gotten his fill

》He's eating you out more so for his pleasure than yours. Period.

》This man is still lazy though, and he makes you do all the work, so he'll just lay back and let you do all the work as you sink down on him

》But then he feels your walls pulsing around him, and his hands are twitching as he tries to control himself

》The only thing he can do is rest his hands on your hips as you ride him, and he really can't do anything else even if he wanted to

》He starts fucking up into you once he starts reaching his climax, a deep "fuck" leaving him as he shoots into you, and you're not too far behind

》"It's not that big of a deal, but you wanna get married?" (It is that big of a deal 🙄✋🏽)

》He tries to seem cool, calm, collected when he first meets you

》He's not like Atsushi, who tries to pretend like he's not amazed by your body

》He's just trying to play off how you affect him

》I feel like he doesn't have a favorite body part of yours, wanting to show love to every part

》His hands run over every single inch, literally no part of you goes untouched by him

》Like Midorima, he's not really all about receiving head, but that confident persona is gone once you go down on him

》He's never been the one to become speechless, but you literally render him just that, his brain completely blurred, the only thing he can think about is how amazing your mouth is

》He starts to back away from you a little bit lmao because of how good he feels, the pleasure building up in his spine quickly

》He squirms a ton when he cums, and that's all he can do lol, and he doesn't deny you in the future if you want to go down on him

》He wants to pleasure you too, so he'll easily go down on you, but he chuckles in disbelief when he sees your glistening folds

》And he's amazed by how it seems like your arousal is endless, the juices coating his tongue and his face

》Moves his hands out of the way so that he can feel your legs squeezing his head like Midorima

》He eats you out with so much energy, smiling against you when you fall apart, living for the feeling of your legs twitching against his ears from overstimulation

》The first time you sleep together, his plans to take it slow are quickly forgotten

》Your walls seem to swallow him quickly, practically sucking him in, and he groans in surprise

》He wants to move, but if he does, he knows he'll cum in record time, but even the warmth and pulse of your walls is nearly enough to send him over the edge

》He just tries to aim for your g-spot just in case he cums way before you are able to, but that only sends him higher because your walls are clamping around him

》He knows he's not gonna last long, and he'll make it up to you later, but at that moment, he picks up the speed of his hips, his eyes slipping shut

》He has to brace himself when he cums, his hands on either side of your hands, his lungs feeling like they can't get enough air

》"Doesn't marriage sound like an amazing idea to you?"

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shoichee · 4 years

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okok hc or fic: reader was teiko’s “head” manager(?) and her talent was being a medic (if someone gets injured they’re back on the court in under a minute type thing) and training plans. suddenly momoi’s talent blooms, she starts working w/ everyone in the team (+ reader’s crush akashi) and people think she’s a better manager than reader. because of this, she overworks + collapses in front of her best friends kuroko + kise (don’t let akashi know yet i have plans for that 👀)

HELLO? YES OFFICER? I JUST FOUND A BANGER REQUEST RIGHT HERE? YOUR BRAIN IS SO BIG AND SEXY IVE BEEN DYING TO WRITE THIS🏃🏻‍♀️💨 part 2 here and part 3 here AND update: part 4 here

Akashi x Reader

[Teiko!manager Headcanons]

you had a knack of being a natural chiropractor in loosening up tense muscles instantly (for more fluid play) or easily putting in back dislocated joints

basically you have crackhands

in your free time as a hobby and a job as the “head manager” (that Akashi announced to the team himself), you’d often bury yourself in anatomy studies and gym plans on the internet and databases to review over Akashi’s team training routines to see if they were effective and safe; oftentimes, you’d return back with improved plans, and as time went on, Akashi entrusted you with creating the plans yourself completely

you took on the job so eagerly to impress the Teiko captain, if you were being honest to yourself

your enthusiasm even inspires Momoi, Teiko’s other manager, to work harder

no one in Teiko knows physiology better than you, and as expected, it was also your best subject along with health

Kise often looks at you in horror and respect at how you don’t cringe/flinch at the loud cracks resonating across the room or court when players come to you for instant relief (the origin story of how he came to call you (y/n)-cchi was the very fact that you manage to put back his dislocated shoulder in 3 seconds flat one game)

when Kuroko first joined the 1st-string, he was a walking magnet for injuries, and you ended up being there for him every single time… nosebleeds? check. sprained ankle? check. nausea from over exhaustion? check.

both you and Kuroko relish in the fact that everyone in the team can never understand how the both of you do some incredible things with your hands

both of you being quite dexterous, you both often teach each other your specialties for fun; it’s almost shocking to see Kuroko effortlessly loosening up a stress knot and you pulling off a well-done palm pass

you admit, you do juggle a lot of responsibilities… from being a makeshift nurse, to a chiropractor, to a budget gym coach, and even to being moral support

Momoi often reminds you to take breaks being the caring person that she is

you often showed her the ropes and tricks of being a manager, on top of your duties, and you find it really endearing that she’s so earnest in learning from you

even if you enjoyed doing what you do, part of the massive workload is to try to get into Akashi’s good graces

talking to him about basketball duties is easier to achieve than talking to him outside of the extracurricular

you might be a tad bit insecure about it; after all, what middle schooler is already so accomplished in academics, sports, and everything you could think of? wasn’t he also studying to take over his father’s company??

to you, who only starred as Teiko’s humble manager, it felt hard trying to establish common ground for conversation outside of basketball

so you stuck to working hard at your position, hoping that your work ethic would get his attention one day; you were a firm believer of actions over words, so you hoped your actions would come off as genuine

picture you and Momoi running across campus with stacks of papers for the team… it makes most of the teammates’ hearts melt at the sight

your work certainly got you praises from other teammates, but out of all players, Kise was the one who figured out your motive

you felt absolutely morbid; to think that Kise, of all people, would figure you out like the back of his hand

Kise being sweet as he is, offers to help you get with the captain but you merely prompted to threaten to break his arm if he spilled your crush to anyone else

“(y/n)-cchi… I’ve been thinking.”

“Yes, Kise?”

“It’s really cool that you’re working so tirelessly for the team, but I can’t help but wonder if there’s a reason why you work so hard.”

“O-Of course I do! I want to see you guys all succeed!”

“Then I’m curious as to why you always look at Akashicchi—o-ow, ow, ow!! (y/n)-cchi, I’m sorry! So can you please let go of my—ow!”

“H-How did you know?!”

“I-It was as obvious as day, (y/n)-cchi! I’m pretty sure even Kurokocchi found out about this before I did!”

“N-No way!!”

“Tell you what, I’m super duper knowledgeable in this stuff! You can count on me for this sort of advice—OW!”

spoiler alert: Kise was right in that Kuroko definitely noticed your attraction to Akashi before anyone else… he just never brought it up to you

one day, Kuroko comes up to you to whisper:

“(y/n)-san, have you realized that Akashi-kun has been observing you recently during practice?”

“W-Wait! Is he looking over here right now?”

“Not that I think. He’s occupied with the coach right now.”

“D-Do you think this is a good sign?”

Kuroko gives you a small smile before he replies, “I would like to think so. Keep working hard, (y/n)-san.”

and you do, you’re constantly on top of your game for the next season until Momoi suddenly gets more recognition for her “precognitive defense” skills

her newfound talent was extraordinary and never-before-seen, and her ability became more critical to Teiko’s victories than your own skills

you were happy and proud for her, because after all, her achievements were extremely deserving to be praised

it’s only when some 1st-string players started making offhand comments about how you weren’t really needed in the 1st-string and was more suited to the lower strings that placed seeds of doubt into you

these people would often compare you to Momoi in how she improved much more despite you being in the team for longer

there’s also talk about how your skills are more useful for 2nd-string and 3rd-string players because Momoi’s ability is already sufficient enough for Teiko’s starters

after all, how would a player even be injured if they can predict their opponents’ moves to avoid such incidents?

there’s also the fact that Akashi has been calling Momoi more frequently to research on upcoming teams for analytical data because her talent has become very useful to ensuring victory

the same peers and adults who gave you praise were the same people who began to ignore you or dismiss you; that being said, the collective change in attitude is definitely subtle enough that it would fly under most people’s radars

Kuroko was the first to notice and defend you against a small group of players who were bold enough to badmouth you in the gym

Kise would find out a little later about the somewhat unpleasant gossip about you and would pull the “no you” reverse card, returning back with MEANER underhanded comments that would send these shit talkers CRYING HOME (manga Kise strikes here unexpectedly eh?)

Murasakibara is someone who would be slightly uncomfortable with the gossip about you, especially since you’ve always been so helpful and kind to the team and himself; he’d either leave the room himself or easily scare them away with his looming height and presence without saying a single word when he enters the room “minding his own business”

Midorima is a bystander judging from how he’s reacted to the Teiko dynamic changes in the actual show // he, of course, wouldn’t like the nasty talk about you but would actually mind his own business, choosing to focus on himself and what he has to do to contribute to his team; he assumes that you would work hard the same way he is and let your contributions do the talking

now Akashi surprisingly wouldn’t hear much of the gossip, since his presence alone SHUTS them up and commit to their practices like normal; after all, it’s very clear that Akashi doesn’t tolerate this type of behavior in the team (example: Haizaki), and it’s more apparent that he wouldn’t hesitate to drop kick them out especially since he has a soft spot for you (which Kise never fails to bring this up to you, but you think he’s reaching too much into it) // TLDR; the teammates mostly have the common sense to not utter anything bad about you… maybe one kid would slip out and get punished for “bad sportsmanship,” but Akashi merely assumes that it’s just one bad apple and not necessarily… the many others as well

Aomine???? bro he ain’t even at practice wdym (HELPPP LMAOO) // jokes aside, if he catches wind of players shit-talking outside of the gym… say at the convenience store or when he’s walking home or something, well… they wouldn’t have a good time…

Momoi simply chastises the gossipers when they try to talk shit on you to make Momoi herself look good, and it leaves? such? a? horrible? taste? like, she wants to believe that they’re just really poor jokes and not what they really believe in, and the teammates merely reassure her that they’re just bad jokes and that they “wouldn’t do it again;” poor Momoi wholeheartedly believes them

the weird talks about Momoi being “the better manager” just signalled to you that you haven’t contributed enough to the team yet, and it motivated you to work even harder

oddly, you weren’t jealous of the fact that Momoi was receiving more positive attention than you

you were more afraid of the fact that you were going to get left behind, and this fear only tightened its hold on you when more teammates (who used to talk to you a lot) have changed their tunes when they speak with you now, compared to them talking to Momoi

and you felt that the Generation of Miracles would do the same too… including Akashi

it wasn’t an irrational fear for you because he’s already been calling Momoi a lot more frequently for help than you recently

so you even offered to mop the gym floors after practice, offered to stay later than usual to be the one to lock up the gym for anyone (cough, Kuroko) who wanted to practice whenever they wanted

at one point, you even tried to do what Momoi does: researching on upcoming teams and making your own predictions (that didn’t really work, and that cost you a few nights’ worth of sleep every single time)

not to mention that you still had regular school like any other student? you were the epitome of a mess

Kuroko was with you in the empty gym, you putting away the extra basketballs in the storage closet while he practiced his dribbling, until he heard a crash in there and a few basketballs rolled out the door

you collapsed right when you rolled in the basketball cart

POOR KUROKO HE DOESN'T KNOW WHAT TO DO // he just tries to give you a piggyback ride as he abandons his plans of practice and tries to jog to the nearest local clinic

that’s where he bumped into Kise, who was heading home after an evening shoot when he saw the two of you

chaos ensue as Kise freaks out and Kuroko had to calm him down himself after answering the never-ending questions

at least the doctor there gave relieving news that you only collapsed from over-exhaustion and that the bruises from the fall were very faint

Kise makes a joke to Kuroko about, “What’s with you and (y/n)-cchi falling to the floor and fainting? You guys can’t be that alike.”

when you shortly regain consciousness, you were met with a… very stern Kuroko and Kise, who were both ready to hear your explanation and to scold you to oblivion

to your surprise, they were understanding; Kuroko understands the feeling of not being enough and working hard to meet other people’s expectations, and Kise understands the struggle of juggling multiple things in his schedule (come on, student, athlete, and model?)

they still scolded your ears off:

“(y/n)-san, you idiot. Why didn’t you ask anyone to help out?”

“That’s…”

“(y/n)-cchi, do you think we’re undependable?!”

“Er, no, that’s…”

you were still dizzy from the fall and the lack of proper sleep (and maybe nutrition if we’re being honest), and you were just a ball of stress

you kind of begged your best friends not to tell a SOUL to anyone about this incident, especially to Akashi… you didn’t want to look even more incapable in his eyes than you already were

they do agree on one condition: for you to take AT LEAST a day or two off school to completely recover and rest up (you reluctantly agree; besides how were you going to explain the bruises that can’t be covered to your peers?)

HELP WHY ARE KISE AND KUROKO THE BEST LIARS TOGETHER ON CAMPUS LITERALLY NO ONE SUSPECTS A THING… except Akashi, the ever sharp captain, felt something was amiss

especially since some Teiko players emanated a feeling of relief at the news of you not being here that day, or the next

Akashi would play detective sleuth and find out what’s really going on sooner or later

End Note: gonna cut this off here b/c I KNOW this anon got a juicy part two i FEEL IT

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anxious-brat-circe · 3 years

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Could you do kuroo x reader with bondage, marking, light sadism? Maybe like he uses you during a study session to relieve tension?

Thank You so much for this brainrot. !meandom Kuroo lives in my head rent free. Feel free to send in requests for other thirsts or fluffs guys, because need “Motivation” to write or do stuff. I do Kuroko, Haikyuu, BNHA, AOT, and many other animes so please send in more inspiration for me. Kuroo and the character are 18 in this story as third years.

T/W: bd/sm, noncon, dubcon, sex toys, rough sex, humiliation, degradation, marking, creampie, and slight sadism.

Summary: Kuroo tutors y/n in a very devious way, but at least it is effective?

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You sighed while looking at your most recent grades, if these F’s and D’s keep up then you would not be able to continue playing basketball. When the teacher called you to her desk and recommended you ask Kuroo for help on the upcoming project you were furious. No way in hell were you going to ask that Rooster of a Volleyball captain for help, but It was increasingly clear that you needed help though, or else you were not going to be able to play nationals this year. He glances over after practice before walking up the bleachers towards you once the last of the team leaves. “Oya oya oya, what is this? If it isn’t little miss basketball? Well, why have you decided to grace us with your presence? Finally decided to come watch the best sport?”. Kuroo knew exactly why you were here and by his smirk he was going to enjoy watching you beg and squirm. “I need your help with my final project.” you stumble out with a bare whisper. “I don’t think I can hear you. What did you need?” Kuroos smirk widened and he looked radiant at your situation. “I NEED YOUR HELP DAMN IT!” you yelled out to the empty gym and cringed at the echos. Kuroo looked unaffected as he got closer to your face, “And why should I help you, especially after you were so rude to me? ” You stayed silent. He sighed before walking towards the locker room to change and leave himself. “Meet me tomorrow at my apartment at 5 and if you want my help you will do things my way. A dress is mandatory to enter my house.”

You huffed while holding your dress down. It was short and you had to keep chanting nationals in your head as you knocked on Kuroo’s door. He opened the door and was wearing a pair of grey sweatpants and a black skin tight tank top. “Oi chibi-chan it’s 5:03, you’re late.” You growl at him and choose to bite your tongue as you walk into his house. You remember hearing he lives alone, so you expected it to be gross, but the room was actually tidy and homely. You follow him into his room, the thought of being along with him striking you. “Get your work out and start doing it, after you are halfway through, I will come and check your work.” Kuroo started to read his own book after setting a 20 minute timer on his watch. You also lived alone, and you looked around his room noticing the stark differences in your homes. You decided you liked his better, and quickly moved thoughts. You stared at your book, but could not read or write a word. You slowly get your basketball playbook out and start going over your plays. The timer went off and startled you and Kuroo now had your book on his lap and your basketball plays on his head.

“I see why you are failing now. How pathetic are you that you can’t even read your book properly.” He handed your basketball book back to you and kept your book. Turning to the page you need for your exam, he laid it on the desk in front of you and got up. You were upset and embarrassed. “Hey chibi, bend over the desk and look at your book.” Your cheeks inflamed a bright red. “EXCUSE M-” there was no time to finish your sentence before Kuroo had two fingers in your mouth. “I made it clear we do thi my way, so leave or bend over the desk and look at your book.” Kuroo was behind you and all you could do was think about his finger in- no nationals. You were doing this for nationals and not because those damn middle blocker fingers. Your hands were suddenly pulled from underneath you and you lost balance and was plush against the desk, the book was propped up by Kuroo so you could see it well.

You could feel rope holding your hands together and something that felt like cuffs on your ankles. “What are you doing you stupid rooster?” You couldn’t help the breathlessness of your voice as you stared at your book. “You will be punished for every wrong answer you give me and for any bad manners since apparently you need a lesson on that as well.” He replied with a smirk. “Now solve for x you dumb little girl.” You could make out how hard he was even from this angle. “You perv let me g-” Suddenly a strike had landed on your ass. It wasn’t too bad, but seemed to be a warning. Your legs moved trying to shut or escape but the spreader bar was holding them wide open, you could not resist him even if you wanted. “There is a time limit so I would hurry dumb girl.” You tried to focus and finally gave him an answer. ‘’X-x i s7.3?” suddenly two fingers had entered your cunt without warning. The squelch they gave only mortified you since Kuroo now also knew how wet you were from all this. “Look at you all wet from being nothing but a dumb whore. X was 9.7. Correct it in time or my fingers will move faster.” His fingers moved painfully slow inside you as you let out whimpers of want. You corrected the problem just in time and he took his fingers out and put them in your mouth. The taste of your own wetness should disgust you but you found yourself sucking on his fingers. “Now continue whore”.

After 2 hours, you had finally finished every problem in the chapter for the exam, and you were dripping wet from the constant teasing. “Seems you can go now. Considering you don’t like me I am sure you are in a hurry to get out of that door.” Kuroo knew just how desperate he had made you, so why were you guys still playing these games? “Kuroo please-” You looked truly pathetic. Marked with small bruises from his spanking and dripping wet and still begging him for more. He looked at you, “beg for it then.” You arched your ass back hoping for any friction against your empty cunt before giving in, “Please Kuroo, I want you to fuck me.” Kuroo seemed pleased enough by that and grabbed your ass and started entering you while you were still on the desk. “You don’t even deserve the bed. You would just make it filthy like you dumb whore.” He entered you and you leaned back into his touch as his fingers expertly toyed with your nipples erecting them just enough before he reached into his draws and brought out clamps. Clamping then and bringing them back to pull with your hair as he fucked you.

His cock had been hitting straight up into your spot and teasing your cervix, and you could not do anything but be used. He was simply using you like a cocksleeve and you liked it. He was slamming into you with so much stamina while spanking your bare cunt, ass and tits to his liking and you were cumming from it. “Tsk tsk. Did I say that you could do that?” Before you could even reply he yanked on the clamps and came into your cunt. You thought that was it, but he attached a small bullet vibrator to your clit and left the room. “You wanna cum so bad without permission, then cum slut.”

It was the week before nationals and the teacher was passing scores around the room. You were praying you got above a 40. As the teacher handed you your grade, you gasped at the 98% written on top. A note from the teacher saying that they knew Kuroo would be a good tutor attached. As the vibrator in your ass and pussy turned on suddenly, you couldn’t help but agree while holding back moans. He would definitely be tutoring you awhile longer since you finally found some motivation to do your work. The motivation? Not basketball…. But a certain threat of a middle blockers fingers.

#hq smut #hq headcanons #hq kuroo #kuroo testuro #kuroo x you #haikyuu-smut #haikyuu!!-smut #haikyuu smut #haikyu x reader #kuroo x reader #kuroo smut #haikyuu headcannons

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silkywritesgarbage · 4 years

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hello! may i please request a scenario (or hc’s) with fem! reader with the gom + kuroko + kagami, where after a game they find their s/o being flirted with and are obviously uncomfortable? i love the idea of possessive or jealous gom lol thank u!!

Possessive!Main cast is my ISH so thank you for requesting this haha.

WARNING! Profanity, suggestive language, and light violence ahead. Also, creepy creeps creeping up on a pretty gal.

She was waiting for him near the locker rooms, in the spot she promised. As she was texting him that she was waiting, she noticed a shadow step into her line of sight. As she looked up at the newcomer, she was disappointed to see it was a stranger. Looking closer, she recognized his school uniform as belonging to the team her boyfriend just annihilated on the court.

“Can I help you?”

“Hey now, that’s kind of cold. I just wanted to talk. What’s a pretty thing like you doing all alone out here?” Oh. It’s one of those guys. She simply smiled.

“I’m waiting for my boyfriend.” His smile faded a little, but to her shock, he decided to keep going. Fortunately for her, the door to his team’s locker room swung open.

Akashi

“Well, can’t we just be friends? Give me your LINE, we can chat, can’t we? Your boyfriend can’t tell you who you can talk to, right?”

“But I’m telling you that I don’t want to talk to you.” Akashi, who had been walking out of the locker rooms, heard it all. The gentle smile he always wore faded from the redhead’s face as he practically snapped his head in the direction of her voice. His lovely girlfriend had a scowl on her face. The young man had his hand on her phone, obviously trying to exchange numbers. Without another second to waste, Akashi swooped in, grabbing the man’s wrist with a vice grip.

“Excuse me, you’d best not be putting your hands on a young woman’s belongings without her explicit permission.” Akashi ground out. Simultaneously, his other hand fell open (Name)’s, threading his fingers through hers’. “You’d do best to make this your second and last loss tonight. Because the next might be your last.”

The man jumped and scurried away, leaving (Name) with an incensed Akashi. He pulled her close to him, pressing his hand to her head and cradling her against his chest, the other arm circled tightly around her waist.

“Sei-kun, I’m fine.”

“You didn’t look fine. I’m sorry I was late.” A rare grumble escaped his lips. “A shameless man like that shouldn’t ever even consider placing his hands on you.” You laughed, pulling on his cheek playfully.

“Well, he’s gone now, thanks to you and your way with words. Now, let’s forget about it and go get something to eat for my winner, yes?” Akashi’s tensed expression melted away, and he brought her hand up to kiss her wrist.

“Very well, as collateral, I’ll be occupying the rest of your night.”

Murasakibara

He took a lock her hair in his hand. “Wow,” he commented in adoration. “Your hair is so smooth, and it smells good too.” She was so tense that her shoulders ached. She wanted to scream and hit him and act like a child so that he would leave her alone. As she opened her mouth, she heart a shout and the man’s shadow was gone.

“Ew, what’s this loser doing in front of my prize?”

“A-Atsushi!?” Did he just call me his prize? She wondered to herself, but she didn’t have long to ruminate, because the looming purple giant quite literally threw the man away from her. he landed on his but a few feet away. (Name) could do nothing but stare in awe at the absurdity. She knew her boyfriend was strong, but- “Uwahh!”

Murasakibara swept his hands under her legs and scooped her up into a princess carry with ease. She instinctively wrapped her arms around his neck. She felt the heat of embarrassment travel up her nape, through her ears, and up to her cheeks as she felt the astonished stares of everyone around them.

“You’re so light, (Name)-chin. I missed you.”

“N-never mind that! What about this situation!” Murasakibara stared at her blankly for a moment, before he turned to the still stunned young man on the floor.

“By the way, (Name)-chin doesn’t just smell good, she tastes good too.” Both (Name) and the man promptly passed out, cheeks redder than a candy apple. She should have just thrown a tantrum, after all!

Aomine

y’all ever watch Fruits Basket uwu

“Please leave me alone.” (Name) deadpanned, deciding to return her attention to her phone. “You’ll regret it.”

“Come on, now, I’m not trying to do anything weird.” She saw his shadow shift a little closer, so close that the could feel his body in her circle despite her efforts to shift away.She was ready to make a scene, when she felt the vibration on her back of someone slamming something hard into the space above her head.

“Hey dirtbag. Quit trying to touch things that ain’t yours.” (Name) recognized the voice, though not the tone that it carried. She looked up to see Aomine, his expression sharp and dark. His brow was furrowed and his teeth were clenched so hard it sounded like he was speaking through them. He was leaning in so close that she could smell his cologne, which made her heart beat a little faster.The stranger instinctively raised his hands in defense.

“I-I was just kidding...”

“You sure? I don’t mind, I’m a confident guy.” Aomine cracked his knuckles before wrapping a gentle but firm arm around her waist, pulling her close to his chest.

“I could even beat you one handed. If not, quit wasting my fuckin’ time with my hot girlfriend and beat it before you lose a couple teeth along with the game tonight.” As the poor thing sprinted away, squealing in fear, (Name) reached up and pulled on his cheek.

“Since when was my Daiki this cool? Bring back my lame, smelly boyfriend.”

“I am always cool!”

Midorima

The man picked up her hand and brought it to his lips. She cringed and turned her head away, feeling sick. That’s when an orange-clad arm shot out, separating him from you. (Name) recognized Midorima’s back. She couldn’t see his face, but whatever look he gave turned the male’s face pale as he turned tail and ran. Without waiting for him to even disappear around the corner, Midorima had already grabbed her slender wrist with a grip much stronger than he intended.

“H-Hey, Shinar- Ow! Are you mad??” She asked as she staggered behind him with confusion written all over her face. “What did I do?” He didn’t answer as he led her out of the stadium ahead of his team. “Takao-kun will be mad if you-”

“Don’t let another man’s name leave your lips after something like that!” She bristled and glared at his back.

“What? How was that my fau-” He cut her off suddenly, as if his lips had snapped open without his will. He turned around when they were alone and grabbed her shoulders, emerald green meeting (E/C). “Have a little more consciousness when I’m not with you!” She stared at him in bewilderment before the lightbulb suddenly went off above her head. She threw her arms around his waist. He caught her on instinct, his taped hands wrapping themselves around her waist and locking into place in a tight embrace.

“I’m okay. He was just annoying. You don’t have to be so scared for my sake.” She glanced up at him, smiling in that way that he hated, since he was no match for it. He used his hand to press her face into his shoulder. He didn’t want her to see him when he was like this.

“You fool, how could I not worry when every man sees you the same way I do?”

Kise

“(Name)-cchi, your hair is so pretty today. Did you use the hair treatment I brought you? Oh, you smell like the perfume I got you, as well. I knew it would suit you. I know you better than anyone else, after all.” She was just as embarrassed as the young man who had approached her was. She could feel her face turning various shades of red. He had immediately jumped in before the man could even get another word in.

Damn it, all the times I want him to be cooler, and he chooses now-! She didn’t complain when Kise latched himself onto her, resting his chin atop her head. She tried not to get comfortable in his familiar embrace. She was in public, after all! However, she jumped when she felt the hands at her waist travel down a little further.

“R-Ryouta-!” She squeaked. He was always touchy in public, but never this touchy. Kise kept her trapped in his arms, shifting his chin to rest in the crook of her neck as she glanced up at the intruder with a cold look in his eyes.

“Sorry, (Name)-cchi, I just thought I would put someone who doesn’t have any business in approaching you in their place.”

Kagami

hc Kagami is a feminist

Kagami had been the first out of the locker room, because he wanted to grab his lovely girlfriend her favorite drink from the vending machine. Anything to make her smile. He was in a great mood since they won the game, and he had a date scheduled with (Name). Today was going to be great...

...So why am I here!? Kagami lamented from behind the pole he was hiding behind. Granted, he wasn’t hiding well, as pointed out by children passing by with their parents and other players. This guy wasn’t doing anything, but he really didn’t like it. But Coach had said that girls don’t like guys who jump to weird conclusions and point fingers. It made them look weak and insecure, so he tried to be the bigger man. (Name) was always so elegant and mature, after all. She didn’t look like she was in trouble. He believed in her ability to stand without him! Then, he could swoop in and be the cool and suave boyfriend in front of her! Just think rationally...

“You’re so pretty, I bet you’d look really good with earrings, can I buy you a pair? You have piercings? Let me see...”

“H-Hey, don’t touch me!”

....

THINKING RATIONALLY CAN COME LATER.

“Oi! Get your fucking hands off her, dick!”

Kuroko

“(Name). ” Kuroko stood in between her and the stranger. Both of them nearly leaped out of their skin. Even his girlfriend wasn’t used to him appearing out of nowhere. “Are you alright?” Kuroko was impassive as ever, but his gaze remained intently on the man in front of him. It was enough to make the man take a step back.

“W-where did you come from?”

“The locker room.”

“That’s not what I meant!” (Name) recovered first, wrapping her arm around around Kuroko’s and smiling in relief. Kuroko felt his chest tighten with worry. He slipped his hand into hers and walked beside her away from the offending stranger.

“I’m sorry,” he said as soon as they were out of ear shot. “I should have been quicker so he wouldn’t have been able to speak with you.”

“It’s not like you to worry about something as trivial as that, Tetsuya-kun.” She laughed, but Kuroko didn’t find it as amusing. He stopped, turned around and brought her hand to his cheek, leaning into it with a cute, pouty expression.

“I’m normally not, but I might be becoming a little crazy about you, so please let me be a little childish when it comes to you.” Her cheeks warmed as she resisted the urge to cuddle up to him right here. So cute!

#akashi seijuro #murasakibara atsushi #aomine daiki #kise ryouta #midorima shintarou #kuroko tetsuya #kagami taiga #scenario #jabberwock #kuroko no basket #knb #knb scenarios #possessiveness #jealousy #mob character haha

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thepureblooded · 5 years

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A/N: I haven’t posted anything in a month but I really wanted to finish this akafuri fic. I wrote dialogue first which is not my usual writing method but eh, it was fun.

Summery: Uncrowned Kings try figure out who Akashi is dating, with great speculations and misplaced indignation. Akashi is confused by his starters but is mostly focused on his phone. Mayuzumi is there for the voice of reason that everyone ignores.

Full version here, which contains a bonus scene.

OoO

Reo watched Akashi walk out of the locker room, her eyes narrowing at the almost bounce in his step. “Have any of you noticed Sei-chan has been acting weird?"

Nebuya gave her a dubious look. “You know this is the same person who did offer to gouge out his eyeballs and give them to us if we lost a game, right?”

“But he’s a lot less insane now since we lost the Winter Cup!” Hayama was quick to defend, head pocking out of his t-shirt. “We’re allowed to check our cell phones during breaks now!”

Reo nodded. “And last week he lessened our training regimen when I asked him to.”

“Yesterday he helped me study for the science test,” Nebuya added.

“And that’s exactly my point.” Reo snapped her fingers. “He’s been calmer since the Winter Cup, true, but these past three weeks he’s been nice.”

This gave them all a pause.

“Didn’t just last month he confiscated a third year’s phone, saying he would drop it from the school roof if he saw it again?” asked Hayama, remembering that terrifying incident. The poor boy looked like he was going to cry.

Reo looked over at Nebuya. “How was your tutoring session?”

“It was pleasant and helpful,” Nebuya said, in growing horror. “He even brought snacks.”

They all began to panic.

“Is he sick? What if he’s dying?” Hayama frantically asked.

“Do you think the pressure of being captain at such a young age has finally broken him?” wondered Reo.

“Maybe aliens have laid eggs in his brains and are messing with his head.”

Nebuya joined in the conspiracy. “What if he's been replaced by an alien?”

“I mean; I’ve been telling you guys from the beginning that Akashi isn’t human,” Hayama said, exasperated. “His eye changes colour.”

“Trick of the light, I’m telling you,” Reo dismissed.

“They glow during game time!”

“Adrenaline.”

“Maybe he’s dating someone?” Mayuzumi threw in, wondering why he was joining their, frankly, ridiculous conversation. He was going to put it down to vague curiosity.

“What?” This suggestion threw the Uncrowned Kings.

“You said he lifted the banned on phones, right?” Reo nodded when Mayuzumi looked at her in confirmation. “He did so he could check his. Simple.”

“The lessen training time?” Hayama hesitantly asked.

“To spend more time with his partner.”

“Being nice while tutoring me?”

Mayuzumi shrugged. “Good sex?”

There was an awkward pause as the idea of their captain have sex became a possibility.

Reo grimaced and quickly asked the main question, “But who would Sei-chan date?”

“And more importantly,” Hayama added. “Who would date Akashi?”

“Do you think he would make a good boyfriend?” Mayuzumi asked, honestly just to see what the Uncrown Kings reactions would be. Nebuya face was still frozen in discomfort from his earlier comment and it was pretty amusing.

Reo hesitated. “I… don’t know. I can’t imagine Sei-chan liking someone to that degree.”

Hayama nodded. “It would have to be someone special. Someone from Rakuzan?”

“Can’t be, or we would know.”

“So someone from another school. A cute manager? Maybe it’s the one that was also with the Generation of Miracles!” Hayama excitedly said, looking like he cracked the code.

Reo shook her head. “She’s in love with Kuroko, remember?”

Hayama waved his hand dismissively. “Aren’t all the Miracles in love with Kuroko?”

Reo froze, staring widely at Hayama. “You don’t think…?”

“But isn’t he with Kagami?” Hayama asked in alarm, catching onto what Reo was implying.

“But Akashi could still…” Reo made a vague hand movement that somehow explained everything she refused to say.

“It could be another basketball player that isn’t Kuroko?” Nebuya hesitantly offered, seemingly coming back from the dark place he went off to. Mayuzumi honestly wasn’t surprised by their easy acceptance of Akashi possibly dating a boy, but it was pleasantly nice to confirm it.

“I guess,” Reo dubiously agreed. “But who?”

“Oh!” Hayama exclaimed suddenly. “We can steal his phone and see!”

“Or we could ask him?” offered Mayuzumi, the only sensible person in this conversation.

He was ignored.

OoO

Getting Akashi’s phone proved to be a bit more difficult than just grabbing it while he was busy.

“Because Akashi sees everything,” Hayama hissed, sending quick looks at Akashi who was, coincidentally, on his phone.

Reo rolled her eyes. “My God, you make him sound like a super-villain.” And wasn’t that a terrifying thought, because there was no doubt that Akashi would make a very successful villain. He already has the tragic backstory for one.

Hayama, in a panic way to create a distraction, challenged Akashi to a one-on-one. The match itself was like watching a car accident, nothing was going to turn out well but you couldn’t look away. It was short and brutal. The phone was forgotten in favour of watching the carnage.

The closest they came was when Akashi was taking a shower. They managed to locate the phone in his bag, after way too long rummaging. However, it was password protected, which was a low move on Akashi’s half. It made snooping very hard.

Hayama peered over Reo’s shoulder at the phone. “Try 1234.”

Reo scoffed. “That’s dumb. Maybe his birthday?”

“Do aliens even have birthdays?”

“For the last time, he’s not an alien.”

“Felt that way facing off him.” Hayama leaned back, pouting.

Before they could even attempt to break the code, Nebuya waved his hands frantically from his lookout position as they heard the shower go off. Luckily for them, a message came through the same time, appearing on the front screen. In their panic, they could only see the letter “K” in the contact name before the phone was shoved haphazardly back into the bag.

Akashi walked in and gave his starters weird looks. That was probably because their idea of acting natural was to pose like they were on the front cover of a style magazine. Reo was lounging on a bench as if to seduce a lover. Akashi was rightfully suspicious and not seduced at all.

OoO

“I’m telling you that it’s Kuroko,” Reo hissed, walking down the street while still doing her tie.

They left the changing rooms as soon as they could. Reo and Hayama are buzzing from their new-found knowledge, while Nebuya less excited but still curious. Mayuzumi was there because this was his way home and it seemed more effort to try and ditch the three idiots than to walk behind them.

Hayama was still doubtful on their leading suspect. “I don’t think Kuroko is one to cheat on his boyfriend.”

“But it’s Sei-chan,” Reo shot back. “Who wouldn’t cheat on their lover for Sei-chan?”

“People who actually value their lives?” Hayama’s voice went up a few notches because no one could be that suicidal, could they? He quickly added, “Also, I don’t think Akashi would take it too kindly to being a side chick. He would want to be the main hoe.”

Nebuya groaned. “Can we please stop putting our captain in sexual scenarios?”

Reo ignored Nebuya. “Does this make Sei-chan a homewrecker?”

Hayama eyes went wide, as he never thought of his captain like that. “He really is a villain!”

“We have to stop him!” Reo slammed her fist in her hand in righteous declaration.

“Yeah!” Hayama said with the same enthusiasm, fist in the air.

“But how?” Nebuya asked, confused but determined to help his captain in any way.

“By confronting him of his bad ways!” Reo exclaimed, a steely glint in her eyes.

“And help him find a better, healthy relationship!” Hayama was now visibly vibrating.

“He’s obviously trapped in some situation and he needs to be broken free!”

“Shown the error of his way and lead down a path of redemption!”

“God help us all,” Mayuzumi deadpanned from the back.

OoO

“Sei-chan!” yelled Reo, storming towards him. She wasted no time and decided to confront him the next day before morning practice. Nebuya and Hayama approached at a slower pace but both looking just as unwavering. Akashi raised one eyebrow at them.

“You must stop your harmful ways right now!”

“What-”

Hayama jumped in before Akashi could complete his baffled question. “We know about your little secret relationship.”

Nebuya nodded coldly.

Akashi’s eyes lit up in recognition. “Oh, you know about-”

“And honestly, I’m appalled” Reo was so wound up that she even went as far as to stab Akashi in the chest. Hayama and Nebuya quickly lost their resolve in favour of staring at Reo in horror. No one dared to get close to Akashi, not for a friendly slap or high-five, and especially not to poke him in disapproval.

Akashi looked down at the offending finger before fixing Reo with a look that sent goosebumps down Hayama’s arms. “Excuse me.”

Nebuya visibly flinched at Akashi’s tone. “Uh oh.”

“Maybe we should stop.” Hayama was bouncing from foot to foot in nervous energy, literally feeling the air get colder as Akashi glared at Reo.

Reo clearly had a death wish, for she pushed on regardless. “To be involved with someone like that is honestly a disgrace. I thought you had better taste, or at the very least better tact.”

“Really.”

“Is his eye glowing?” Nebuya whispered to Hayama in fear.

“Told you,” Hayama hissed back.

Both of them took a few cautious steps back, leaving Reo to her suicidal mission.

Let it be said, if Reo felt passionate about something, nothing stood in her way. “We are all aware how emotionally stunted you are, but that does that excuse you’re behaviour. To go ahead with the relationship, where the long distance is most likely already a strain but to also be with someone who would stoop so low as to agree with it as well, is ludicrous. Sei-chan, you can do a lot better than him. You don’t need to settle for a vile bastard like him.”

“You do not get to speak about Kouki like this,” Akashi spat, looking ten seconds from murdering Reo.

Reo jaw dropped in disbelief. “You’re dating another person? Sei-chan, you’re no better than Kuroko!”

“What does Kuroko have to do with any of this?!”

Reo frowned at the frustrated confusion on Akashi’s face, finger dropping. “What do you mean?”

“For God’s sake,” Mayuzumi muttered, having entered the court around the middle of Reo’s rant and was fully done with the Uncrowned Kings’ shenanigans. “Are you dating Kuroko or not?”

“Of course not,” Akashi grounded out through clenched teeth.

Reo squinted at Akashi. “Then who are you dating?”

“Furihata Kouki.”

The Uncrowned Kings blinked in baffled union. “… Who?”

“Serin’s point guard.”

“I never thought Akashi would be into older men,” said Hayama.

“Not that one,” Akashi said with very little patience. Mayuzumi was honestly amazed that he had any. “The other one.”

Hayama blinked in surprise. “They had another point guard?”

“Oh,” Reo exclaimed. “They had the first year, right?”

Nebuya frowned. “The really scared one? But Akashi, why would you date someone so weak and-”

Hayama was very quick to jab Nebuya sharply in his sides as the murderous look came creeping back onto Akashi’s face.

“And very lovely,” Hayama rushed to continue, loudly over Nebuya’s pained wheezing. “And kind, and great in bed-”

Reo smartly stepped back onto Hayama’s foot before he did any further damage, a bright smile on her face as she smoothly finished, “And we’re really happy for you Sei-chan. We should meet him sometime.”

Akashi narrowed his eyes at the suggestion. “Over your dead body.”

“Isn’t the dead body supposed to be yours?” Hayama asked absently, more worried about his foot then what he was saying. That is until he looked up and saw Akashi’s irritated expression and hastily corrected himself, “Right, never mind, over mine.”

A/N: And that's basically it done. If anyone has some helpful criticism, it would be much appreciated. I don’t know if I should have a bonus meeting where they actually see Furi but I’m not too sure what to write for that. Suggestions?

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ysscquotes · 6 years

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A Good Weird (Oneshot)

“Are you guys sure you don't wanna come?” Akane pouted at two of her fellow council members. It was the school cultural festival and they had all been planning on going together.

“We can't Akane, Aoi and I have to keep watch to make sure nobody gets hurt, you can still look around with Torayoshi and Megami,” Kuroko calmly explained to the redhead, currently holding a very unhappy Aoi by the back of her blazer to keep her from wiggling out of her responsibilities. Akane was about to protest further but the studious girl was already out of sight and had dragged Aoi with her. Akane signed a bit but quickly turned her attention to the remaining two. Megami had just finished showing Taro and his little sister Hanako around and Shiromi was drawing in the dirt with her foot. Neither of them had been paying attention and neither of them looked excited.

“Alright guys, let's go!” Akane smiled sweetly, then looked at the both of them and held out her hands for them to hold. Both of them responded with surprise and minor blushing at the sudden display of affection in front of all these people, but took her hands nonetheless. It was very hard to refuse Akane when she was being affectionate.

“Ooh! Let's check out the desserts!” Akane was practically bouncing with excitement at the sight of the wide assortment of pastries, edible arrangements, and decorative ice cream lining one of the booths. Megami sighed internally as she imagined how massive Akane’s dessert receipt was going to be this time as she reached for her wallet. But she didn't really mind, it was always a treat to see Akane this excited, and it seemed that even the usually stoic Shiromi agreed with her, the girl rolling her eyes and smiling in amusement at Akane’s latest antics. However both girls were shocked when Akane pulled out her own money and only bought four items, a small plate of macaroons and three different decorative ice creams, one that was more of a Chocolatey-Nut-covered Popsicle with star designs, one that was more of an elaborate sunde with a waffle cone bowl filled with fruit and had round mouse ears and a little crown on the giant ice cream scoop in the middle for decoration, and one that was a waffle cone similarly elaborate to the sunde but a bit more regally decorated. The two girls shared a look.

“This is… Weird.” Shiromi muttered.

“But a good kind of weird?” Megami inquired.

“Jury’s still out on that one.”

“Let's find somewhere to sit and eat these!” Akane beamed as she handed over the ice cream cone and Popsicle to Megami and Shiromi. The two shared a surprised look at the ice cream being for them before they were both dragged to sit at one of the picnic tables set up nearby.

“They said these are called Royalberry and Rockin’ Crunch, I figured you guys would like them, we can share the Macaroons!” Akane smiled brightly at her friends before digging into her ice cream dessert which was surprisingly low in the sugary department for something Akane would pick since it was mostly fruit. The two looked at each other and shrugged before hesitantly trying their ice cream, and both had their eyes light up a bit, it seemed Akane was really good at judging people tastes in ice cream! Megami’s ‘Royalberry’ was mostly raspberry flavor with a hint of sour and it tasted homemade which she enjoyed quite a lot while Shiromi’s ‘Rockin’ Crunch’ was a bit bittersweet in the dark chocolate covering but had a very tasty Banana flavor on the inside with the crunchy peanuts pulling it all together.

“How did you know we'd like those…?” Megami asked curiously before popping a Macaron in her mouth. Akane once more smiled at them both.

“Well you're very sweet and regal, it seemed perfect!” Akane nodded with a giggle, causing Megami to blush a lot at the comment and Shiromi to get a little bitter (pun intended) because she had a pretty solid idea of why she had gotten her ice cream.

“Let me guess, you thought I'd like it since I'm bitter like dark chocolate?” Shiromi rolled her eyes with a sad sigh. Bitter is definitely a word that would easily describe her but it did make her a bit sad that's what one of her crushes thought of her. However the tigress was shocked when Akane eagerly grabbed a hold of her empty hand, Shiromi blushing a bit as she looked back up at the girl holding her hand.

“Uh-Uh, yeah your kinda cold to most people but you have a really good heart under your defense of bitter.” Akane explained her reasoning with a bright, encouraging smile which led to Shiromi blushing even more.

“I really love you both, so I wanted to do something special.” Akane took Megami’s hand with her own empty one, and now both girls were blushing at their crush saying she loved them.

“T-That's too kind of you, Akane.” Megami thanked the redhead, meanwhile Shiromi just grumbled flusteredly.

“Anything for you guys! Oh, look!” Akane's attention was quickly drawn to something else and the two shared a look of ‘Here We Go Again’ as they were dragged alongside her, three group of three taking up most of the walkway due to Akane’s refusal to let go of their hands. They started getting weird looks, so naturally Akane’s solution was for them to link arms while she sang ‘We’re off to see the Wizard’ as to avoid suspicion. Megami was fairly embarrassed but didn’t comment while Shiromi looked like she wanted lighting to strike her dead where she stood. After looking at a few brightly decorated booths until they came across a haunted house that had been put together by one of the group's. Much to both parties surprise Akane jumped at that and asked to go in, claiming it was to see the students hard work.

And that's how they found themselves here, walking through a creepy classroom and clinging to each other. Well more accurately Akane and Megami were clinging to Shiromi. Akane was pretty spooked while Megami wasn't scared per se, but it was easier to deal with the cheap jumpscares whilst holding onto the unflinching tigress. Shiromi didn't mind that much since the dark red lighting made her blush difficult to see.

“You sure you don't want to call it quits?” Shiromi asked cooly as Akane flinched yet again at a strobe light turning on. Shiromi herself wasn't scared in the slightest bit she didn't like seeing Akane so scared and Megami so on edge.

“I-I’m fine!” Akane squeaked out pathetically, however that was interrupted by her own scream as a fake skeleton hand lashed out from a Halloween prop, at Shiromi who was standing too close. Both members froze in place as they looked at the familiar scarf now tangled with the arm mechanism. They watched Shiromi with baited breath.

Shiromi could feel her neck be yanked towards the arm as the arm moved back, it's purpose served. Shiromi let out a small ‘HHCK-!’ and tried to move away which led to it lashing out again and smacking Shiromi in the face.

“Oh for the love of- Can one of you two get one of the kids that worked on this, I don't know how to get out.” Shiromi spoke calmly as if this was normal. The two blinked for a few moments before Akane rushed off, leaving Shiromi and Megami alone in the room.

“...Are you gonna stand there and look pretty or try and help?!” Shiromi asked with a huff as she tried to wrestle free, very frustrated at this particular juncture. What on Earth were the haunted house kids thinking?! A contraption that actually lashes out at people to jumpscare them with exposed mechanics? It's a wonder no one got hurt sooner!

“Shiromi, calm down. You can just take off your scarf.” Megami tried to soothe her friend, moving behind Shiromi to get a better look at the situation. The Saikou was a smart girl and figured she could figure this out. She leaned over Shiromi’s shoulder to get a better look at the situation only to realize Shiromi had completely frozen up.

“..I-Is this thing hurting you?” Megami asked in concern, quickly moving her hands to the scarf, trying to figure out what happened. However what Megami couldn't have known is her assumption on what was exactly going on was very wrong. For you see, when Megami had leaned over, she unintentionally had pressed her well-endowed chest to Shiromi’s back, and said tigress felt as if her face could catch fire at this point. The haunted house had ended up mortifying her in a very different way then intended.

“...N-No.” Shiromi’s voice came out in a shaky whisper, trying to untangle herself as she trembled a bit. This didn't do her any favors in convincing Megami.

“You don't need to be tough Shiromi, I care about you.” Megami replied as cooly as she could manage despite her mounting concern, carefully trying to unwrap the scarf only for Shiromi to suddenly stop her with her own hand clasping hers. Megami looked at her questioningly but Shiromi didn't meet her gaze, her previous embarrassment forgotten for an even more distant look then usual.

“...Please don't take off my scarf…” Shiromi spoke slowly, her voice firm. Megami’s concern rose to new heights at that one, but she didn't say anything. She instead honored her wishes and moved to instead untangle her scarf as best she could, but it was a bit of a fools errand since part of it had been swallowed up by the gears of the machine, Megami was just thankful Shiromi’s hair was short or this could have been a lot worse. She shuddered at that thought, starting to tug the scarf in the gears with all her might.

“Shiromi, it's not going to come out.” Megami spoke as calmly as she could manage but she could still feel Shiromi tense up in response to that revelation. “...Why don’t you want me to take off your scarf?” Megami asked cautiously, hoping to gauge if she needed to find another solution or not.

“...I don’t want to, back off.” Was Shiromi’s only reply, trying to wrestle free more forcefully now. The sooner she could get it out, the sooner she could duck out of this entire situation and pretend nothing happened. She yanked with all she had in her, cringing when she heard the fabric tearing, however that was the least of her problems. She had put all her weight into that, and when she was suddenly not attached to it she was sent sailing backwards. Or more accurately, she would have had Megami not been there. Megami let out a soft grunt when the tigress collided with her but almost immediately moved her arms to catch Shiromi, steadying herself from almost falling over as well.

“Are you okay?” Megami asked with concern, holding the smaller girl carefully as if she were glass. Shiromi nodded quickly in an attempt to get away ASAP, but Megami didn't let go, carefully looking over the girl for any injuries.

“No you're n-” Megami began as she gently moved the now destroyed scarf from her neck after seeing what looked like an injury from this ordeal, but what she initially thought was a few red marks was actually dark bruising that clearly had nothing to do with it. Shiromi went stiff as a board, her already fair skin getting even paler.

“...Council room. Now.” Megami spoke firmly as she took hold of the torn fabric, wrapping it back around her neck to hide the bruising. Shiromi gulped in panic but did as she was told, following Megami as she marched out of the haunted house, gripping Shiromi’s hand tightly to keep her from running off. The two got some odd looks as they passed but no one (except Ayano on occasion) ever dared to stand in the President’s path when she was like this.

The two reached the student council room which was empty due to the festivities. Megami closed the door behind them before turning to Shiromi who looked like a frightened doe in headlights at this point. Megami dropped the almost angry aura that was previously radiating from her, removing the scarf remnants hiding Shiromi’s neck with utmost care not to hurt her. Shiromi flinched slightly but didn't do much else, refusing to look Megami in the eyes for more than a few seconds, the sad look Megami was giving her wasn't helping.

“Shiromi.” Megami spoke in a whisper, causing said girl to look up. Megami gently brushed her fingers against the bruise, and Shiromi felt as if she were drowning in her concerned gaze.

“Who. Hurt you?” Megami’s voice was gentle and soft, her silver orbs filled with anxiety for the tigress. Shiromi didn’t speak, slowly placing her hand over Megami’s. She seemed to be debating what to say, but no words formed. She opened her mouth to speak when the door suddenly opened. Standing there was Akane holding the other half of Shiromi’s scarf. Both of them froze on the spot, Shiromi rushing to cover her neck with her own hands, terrified of what Akane would think. Akane closed the door, silent for a few moments. Then spoke.

“Her parents are abusive. You couldn’t tell?” Akane asked calmly, setting the remnants of Shiromi’s scarf on the table nearby. Both of their eyes widened, Megami’s out of shock and Shiromi’s out of fear.

“N-Nah, what makes you think that?!” Shiromi questioned frantically, trying to deny it. When she had gone out on this outing she hadn’t expected the be outed like this.

“You used to have dead eyes before you met us all. You never take off your scarf, you refuse to change at school, you stay away from people… It’s super obvious.” Akane listed off, Shiromi’s panic increase with each word. She risked a glance at Megami only to see that same angered aura from earlier.

“...Well, not if I have anything to say about it.” Megami crossed her arms with a determined expression. Shiromi quickly withdrew at this while Akane smiled.

“My thoughts exactly Megami,” Akane walked over to the two, pulling Shiromi a hug. “Don’t worry Shiromi, we both love you and won’t let this keep happening to you, okay?” Akane finished, holding them both gently. Shiromi’s expression full of shock soon melted away when Megami joined the hug, both of them holding her gently.

“You’re going to be fine, I’ll make sure of it.” Megami smiled warmly at the tigress, ruffling her hair. Shiromi looked between the two girls, the two girls she loved most in the world. And she felt her icy heart melt from how much warmth they were looking at her with. Shiromi’s eyes filled with tears, returning the group hug.

“T-Thank you…” She whimpered as the two held her closer, she could feel Akane kiss the top of her head and Megami’s hand on the small of her back. And for the first time in awhile, she didn’t doubt people cared about her.

They all were very different people, but Gravity was a beautiful thing. Three estranged stars were brought together simply because they existed.

#Oneshots #Akane Toriyasu #Megami Saikou #Shiromi Torayoshi #Manticore

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Midorima x Takao - The Wondrous Adventures of Misfortune 3

Answers or More Questions?

“See, I told you it wouldn't be that hard!” Takao smirked at Midorima as he slowly pulled the car into the driveway in front of them. “You nearly killed 3 people and almost crashed into another car.” Midorima was glaring at Takao and was secretly glad the terrible ride was over. He had been horrified the entire time. He was convinced he was going to die because of his guardian. However, Takao had been smiling and completely oblivious to the horror he was causing. “They shouldn't have been in the way then.” The black-haired male shrugged as he put the car in park. “You... That's not... I will be driving home. You will not ever drive a car again.” “Awe! Come on Shin, don't be so mean. It was fun!” “Be silent.” Both males then got out of the car, one of them pouting, and began to walk to the large home in front of them. It looked quite expensive, like someone famous or very important lived there. It truly looked more like a mansion than a house. “Whose home is this?” “You'll see,” Takao smirked once more and began to pull Midorima along with him. The green-haired male was unsure about the situation but allowed himself to be guided by the male. “This better not get me killed.” “You worry too much.” “You don't worry enough.” Ignoring Midorima, Takao knocked on the door. A few moments went by before footsteps could be heard approaching the door. The large wooden door in front of them then opened, revealing a familiar face to Midorima. “Midorima?” “Kasamatsu?” The two former co-workers stared at each other in disbelief. The shorter one hadn't seen or heard from the other since Midorima was fired and stopped answering his phone. “Hey there Kazu!” A yellow-haired male quickly jogged to the door. He had a huge smile on his face. “Ryouta! It's been so long!” The black-haired male hugged the blond, ignoring the two confused men. “Kise, what is going on?” Kasamatsu demanded, confused about the situation. “Well, I told you that old friends were coming for a special event.” “I thought you meant that the others I've already met were coming over.” “Takao! What is going on?” Midorima pulled his black-haired companion to him to explain the situation. He was more irritated than confused. “Why don't you two come in, then we'll explain.” The yellow-haired male motioned for the others to follow him and then walked away. Midorima and Takao were led to a large living room with an equally large, pure white sectional sofa. “Do either of you want anything to drink? The others will be here soon.” “Water please.” Takao responded, just as Midorima said, “No.” “So, water for both.” With that, Kise left the room and headed to the kitchen, Takao decided to follow him to begin the catching up with his old friend. “Others?” “Kise invited a few of our other friends as well. They'll be important people you're going to meet.” Kasamatsu calmly explained. With how calm the male was now, he was clearly used to Kise causing sudden surprises. “What exactly is going on?” “Kise Ryouta, that loud blond, is my guardian angel. He doesn't really seem like an angel, but he is.” Kasamatsu explained simply. He then looked towards the kitchen where both the guardians were and began to speak again. “That guy is your guardian, so I hear.” “Guardian demon to be exact.” “I see. Well, you'll be meeting others as well. Oh, I also heard you know about the band Takao is in. Kise is a part of it as well.” “I think I expected you to say that. He seems like the type who enjoys being in the spotlight.” Kasamatsu chuckled at Midorima's comment. However, once the green-haired male opened his mouth to speak, the humor faded. “What is your relationship with Kise?” “Uh...” “Shin here!” Takao and Kise's sudden reappearance halted any responses. Takao handed the cup of water to his green-haired companion and then sat next to him. “What were you two talking about?” The yellow-haired male inquired curiously. “I told him about you and how you're in the band with Kazu.” “Did you tell him we're lovers?” “No!” Kasamatsu couldn't help it as his face began to turn red from embarrassment. “He had not gotten to that quite yet,” Midorima responded as he took a drink of the water he was given. “Oh, you're not bothered by that, right?” Kise wasn't too concerned, but he wasn't going to be happy if his best friend (Takao) was protecting someone close-minded. “Why would I be bothered by that? Whatever you do in private is none of my concern. I'll only be annoyed if you become too sappy in front of me. However, that stands for any couple.” He looked annoyed already as he responded, but it was a good enough answer. “Besides, I already knew Kasamatsu was gay.” “Wait what?!” The shorter black-haired male chocked on his water, causing the blond to worry and move closer to him. “I caught you making out with someone 3 years ago after that birthday party you forced me to attend.” “Kise! You told me you were sure no one saw us!” “Oops?” Kise received a smack for his comment. The two lovers began to bicker as Takao chuckled. “They are so in love, aren't they Shin?” Takao leaned against Midorima much to his annoyance. “That is love? Seems quite dysfunctional.” This caused the black-haired demon to burst out into laughter. “And what are you laughing about?” Kasamatsu's anger was put towards Takao, causing him to go silent instantly. Just then a knock at the door rang out in the large home. “That must be the others!” Kise quickly fled to the door, which was out of sight. A minute of incoherent chatter later and the male reappeared with a group following behind him. “That's a lot of people,” Midorima muttered to himself. Takao made a squealing noise before pouncing on the group. A lot of cheerful greetings were heard before Takao finally turned back to the green-haired male. “So, everyone this is my human, Midorima Shintarou.” The demon spoke loudly for all of them to heard. “Shin this is...” He took a step away to allow the group to begin introducing themselves. “I'm Momoi Satsuki.” The only female of the group announced. Her voice and personality were as bright as her pink hair. “I'm a guardian angel and a member of the band Ki and Kazu are in. It's been a few months since we've last all met up though.” “I'm Aomine Daiki, a guardian demon.” The blue-haired male said next from the pink-haired female's side. “This is Kagami Taiga, my guardian angel lover.” He was referring to the redhead who was just as tall as he was that was standing next to him. “I'm Dai's guardian and he's in the band too!” The female noted happily. “A demon gets a guardian?” Midorima was confused but the next person began to speak. He was a huge male with purple hair. “My name is Murasakibara Atsushi. I'm a human and work as a pastry maker.” “I'm his guardian angel, Himuro Tatsuya. I'm the final member of the band.” The black-haired male next to the purple giant spoke up. He had only one eye visible with a mole under it. “Hello Shintarou, it's been a while.” A shorter red-haired male began to talk next. His voice caused chills to run down Midorima's spine. The being was someone he'd met only once, but left an impression on him, and not a good one. “You remember me, correct? I'm Akashi Seijurou. I'm a demon and I guard no one.” “Of course you don't...” Midorima scowled at the red-haired male. “Is that the last one?” “I haven't gone yet.” The sudden voice caused the green-haired male to jolt slightly. He looked towards an even shorter male with light blue hair. “I'm Kuroko Tetsuya. I'm a human and work as a preschool teacher.” “So, now that the introductions are done, everyone find a seat.” Kise declared before returning to his place next to Kasamatsu. Takao also returned to his place, which was right next to his human and in the green-haired male's opinion, uncomfortably close for Midorima's tastes. Even so, Midorima made no move to shove the demon away from him. “So, how long have you known about the demon and angel stuff?” Momoi excitedly asked the green-haired male. “Today only a few hours ago.” “Oh wow. Kazu didn't you think you should have waited to introduce all of us to him? What if he gets overwhelmed?” Kise muttered horrified by his best friend's actions. “No way! Shin is no delicate flower. He can handle all the sudden changes, can't you?” Takao turned to the human next to him. Midorima only glared at him in return. “He looks more pissed off than anything,” Aomine noted from his place between Kagami and the only female. “That's his usual face. Then again, I'm not sure if he can feel anything other than anger.” Kasamatsu commented simply. “I am capable of feeling every emotion anyone else can feel. I just choose not to.” Midorima's statement caused quite a few people to chuckle. He wasn't sure if he was alright with it or not, but he decided to let it go. “So, what else did Kazu tell you? Anything about your original guardian?” It was the female once again asking the question. Midorima took a moment to think about his conversations with his demon before answering. He'd been so overwhelmed at that time so he never got a good chance to go over all Takao had told him. “He informed me that my original guardian was a coward who was more interested in herself than protecting me. Along with something about breaking a law.” The green-haired male recalled. It had only been a few hours ago, but it felt like days since then. “I see. Kazu, why didn't you tell him the whole story?” At the female's question, Takao looked down at his feet. “You must have been embarrassed.” “Yeah, since you seriously had to fight her to become his guardian,” Aomine spoke next, chuckling as he did so. “What do you mean?” Midorima was now confused once again. “Who wants to explain? It's too much work for me.” The blue-haired male was scolded for being so lazy by the red-haired male next to him. “I can explain unless Kazu wants to?” Momoi was clearly eager to keep talking and Takao had no interest in speaking at that moment, due to his embarrassment. “Satsuki, just tell the man the story.” “I was about to Dai, so shut it!” She glared at her companion before looking to Midorima. “Your previous guardian was an angel named Hiretsuna. As beautiful and kind as she acted, anyone who knew her was well aware how bad she was. She had someone else to guard before you were born, and she neglected them so much they ended up dying far too early then they were supposed to.” “She also tricked other angels, causing them to get into trouble. Some even were exiled due to her actions.” Himuro explained as he shook his head in disbelief. “When she became your guardian, she decided to toy with your life any chance she got. She'd cause certain things to happen or stop others. She saw you as a game.” “It was only after she caused you to meet a demon like me, that Kazunari decided to get involved.” It was now Akashi speaking, however, it was less unsettling now. “Yeah, as Aomine said before, Kazu had to fight her. She was trying to mess with your life in terrible ways. She even allowed you to go to that shrine when she knew it was cursed. The only reason Kazu didn't stop it was she locked him up.” Kise exclaimed, infuriated at the memory. “He was watching over you in secret for many years without permission so once she found out, she lashed out at him.” The female, who was annoyed with the others for telling parts of the story, regained control and was speaking again. “Kazu was locked in a demon sealing cage. He was finally able to be set free by his own power alone. When he saw you were about to die he was able to break out.” “When she says many years of watching you, she means it!” Aomine laughed out, only to be hit with a pillow thrown by Takao. “Stop that! The story is over, Shin has heard enough!” He was trying to hide it, but he was clearly extremely embarrassed. “Just how long?” Midorima was honestly curious now. He only got Takao panicky telling the others to remain silent. He'd gotten so worked up that he ended up out of his seat. “We met when you were in the middle school, so since then.” Saying that was the only one who wouldn't be silenced by anyone, Akashi. “That's a very long time...” “Shin, don't listen to him! He's-” Takao was stopped by Akashi slowly looking over at him. The black-haired demon sighed before sitting back down in his seat. “He's right. It has been that long.” “Interesting...” The green-haired male's comment concerned Takao, but he quickly forgot. Once the serious conversation was over, the whole group began chatting. They told stories about the old days but focused their stories about Takao and his life. The band members spent time discussing reuniting the band and starting it up again. As it began to get later in the night, the group exchanged numbers and Midorima willingly participated. He hadn't been too sure of the whole thing at first, but he wasn't completely against the group. He wouldn't say be made friends, just close acquaintances. Either way, Takao was overjoyed with how well his human got along with his friends. With how Midorima can be, he wasn't sure how cooperative the male could be. “It was great seeing you all again! We need to meet up more!” Takao called back to everyone as he and Midorima were leaving Kasamatsu and Kise's home. “It was nice to meet you Mido!” Momoi called out causing the male to scowl at the nickname. He ignored the others and headed right to the driver's side. Takao lingered behind, but eventually caught up and entered the passenger side door. “This turned out to be a great day, huh Shin.” “I suppose it could have been gone worse.” The response caused Takao to light up. It was probably the best response he'd ever get, so he was thrilled. The way back to Midorima's home was peacefully quiet. Takao knew he'd put Midorima through so much that day, so he wanted to be kind and stay silent for a little bit. The green-haired male said nothing but was grateful for the male's silence. Even though he spoke no words, Takao knew his feelings and couldn't help smiling to himself.

#Midorima Shintarou #midorima #midorima x takao #midotaka #Takao Kazunari #takao

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Hello! I wanna say this first: YOUR BLOG MADE MY PAST FEW DAYS INCREDIBLE! It brought thousands of smiles on my face and I am grateful. So, can you please, make a scenario with gom+kagami preapring for their first trip with their s/o? Thank you :D

Aaah, thank you somuch for the kind words!!! You’re so sweet and that brought many smiles to myface. And I’m glad this blog has made you happy.

(Also, pleasepunch me for taking forever with this, and also kick me because these are probably not what you were looking for, like at all. Tbh I took artisticliberties and may have had a lot more fun than I should have while writingthese, lmao.)

Akashi: You were a bit nervousas you stepped onto the private jet.

“Don’t worry, ____, everything’s alright,” Akashi assuredyou, his hand on the small of your back.

“Yeah, you keep saying that, but I’m still freaking out alittle bit, in case you hadn’t noticed.”

He breathed out a chuckle. “I had noticed, which is why Ifelt the need to remind you that I have everything under control.”

“I appreciate it, Sei, but…” you sighed. “I’m still scared.I’ve never flown before, after all…”

He led you over to the seats and gestured for you to relax.It was luxurious and you almost couldn’t believe this was actually the interiorof a plane. It looked more like a fancy restaurant.

Your stomach dropped again at the thought that you were goingto fly.

Akashi took your hand and laced your fingers together,squeezing them gently. “I’m right here, ____,” he said softly.

“Ok,” you nodded.

Maybe with him holding your hand it wouldn’t be so bad. Maybeyou’d be able to survive the plane ride and get to your actual destination andenjoy the vacation together.

The warmth of his hand was soothing and you were soon takenwith the view outside the window.

…

Aomine: “Babe… Baaaabe,come on!”

“No, you’re such a jerk!” you yelled from the dressing room.

“But I bet you look super sexy right now!” he whined.

“That’s beside the point, Ahomine!”

“If you’re looking for an apology, you’re not gonna get one,____,” he chuckled.

“I’m waiting for you to give me my clothes, Daiki! I don’teven want to know how you got them in the first place…”

“But I wanna see you in the swimsuit I picked out for you,____. Please? Just once?”

His tone was taking on that of a whiny three-year-old, but itwas almost cute.

“Ugh, fine!” you finally gave in.

You came out of the dressing room wearing the swimsuit he’d picked out. You had to admit that he had great taste in swimwear, thoughthe way he obtained that knowledge was less than desirable.

He stared at you for a few moments before breaking out into agenuine smile that made your heart do a backflip.

“You look great!”

“Th-thanks,” you grinned bashfully. Everything was worth itto see him smile like that.

“Now we’re all ready to go to the beach!”

“Yep,” you nodded. Honestly his enthusiasm was contagious andyou couldn’t help but get excited about it with him.

…

Kise: You glared atKise, unimpressed. “You have the literal worst taste in music, Ryouta.”

“What are you talking about, ____-cchi? This is my road tripmix!”

“Yeah, and it’s awful.”

You’d listened to nothing but meme songs since you got in thecar. Honestly, you weren’t sure how much more you could take before youmurdered Kise.

“Will you pull into the next rest stop?” you asked tersely.

“Oh, good idea!” he nodded, not seeming to pick up on your foul mood.

A few minutes later, Kise pulled off the highway. As soon asthe car was in park, you were out.

You’d consumed far more than enough junk food and caffeinatedbeverage than needed. But mostly you just wanted to get away from Kise’sridiculous music.

Sure, it’d been fun the first time, but it got old reallyquick. After x amount of hours, youwere about to lose your mind.

Once finished in the restroom, you made your way back to thecar. Stretching your legs felt good and it was nice to be out for a bit.

Kise was leaning against the passenger door, a sheepish smileon his face. “I’m sorry I upset you, ____-cchi,” he said when you walked up tohim. He pressed a gentle kiss on your cheek. “I just wanted us to have a funtime together. I guess I got a little carried away…” he laughed awkwardly.

You sighed. You really couldn’t stay mad at him. He was sucha sweetie. “I know, and I’m sorry too. Long car rides can make me a littlegrouchy…”

“How about you pick out a playlist and we’ll listen to it therest of the drive? Whatever you want.”

“Really?” you smiled.

“Of course, my dear,” he grinned, opening the door like atrue escort.

“Why thank you, kind gentleman,” you accepted his gesture,climbing into the car.

You plugged your phone into the aux cord and selected yourfavorite playlist.

You’d thought about picking one you knew he’d hate, but thenfigured it’d probably be a better idea to not hold a grudge.

Plus, it was a lot more fun when you could both sing alongraucously to the songs you knew.

…

Midorima: “____, you are aterrible driver, and I can’t believe I let you talk me into this,” Midorimagrumbled from the seat next to you.

It was kind of hilarious, actually. Your boyfriend had hisarms crossed and he pouted like a toddler. He also checked his seatbelt atleast every thirty seconds. It wasn’t your fault that he didn’t have a license.

“Come on, Shin, I’m not thatbad of a driver,” you rolled your eyes at him. “And it’s not like you haven’thad plenty of opportunities to go and get your own license. So quit yourgrousing and just navigate for me.”

He glanced down at the GPS and then back at you. “I don’tthink this counts as me navigating if the GPS tells you exactly where you needto go.” He sighed and looked out the window, pouting again.

He cocked his head to the side and glanced over at thedisplay panel in front of you. “____, you’re speeding,” he noted.

“I have acknowledged the sign’s recommendation,” you nodded,seeing the numbered sign.

“What?! It’s not a recommendation!!!” he yelled.

You scoffed and laughed as his eyes darted around wildly.

“You’re like a paranoid squirrel, Shin, chill. We’ll beabsolutely – oh, shit.”

A quick glance in the rear view mirror made you aware of theflashing lights behind you.

“I’m not usually one to gloat, but… I told you so,” Midorimasmirked.

“Oh, wipe that smug look off your face, you jerk,” you snappedas you pulled over to the side of the road.

From that day onward, Midorima never let you drive on roadtrips again.

…

Kuroko: You bounced inyour seat on the train, looking out the window with sparkling eyes.

“____, we haven’t even left the station yet,” Kurokochuckled.

“I know, I’m just so excited,” you grinned at him. “We’regoing on a trip, just the two of us!”

He smiled warmly and it made your heart flutter.

“I’m glad you’re excited, ____. I am, too,” he said.

The train started to move out of the station and you pressedyour face to the glass to watch the scenery go by.

“Finally!!” you sighed. “It felt like we might never leavethe station!”

Kuroko gently took your hand in his and raised it to hislips, pressing light kisses on your knuckles. “Trips aren’t always about thedestination, ____. You can enjoy the journey as well,” he said softly, lookingyou in the eyes.

You blushed at his sweet gesture and words and looked down atyour feet.

“Oh yeah!” You wrenched your hand out of Kuroko’s and grabbedyour bag. “Tetsu, I made us bentos for the train ride!

“How thoughtful of you, ____,” he said, looking at thebentos. “But perhaps we should wait; we just left the station after all.”

“Oh, you’re right,” you laughed. “Sorry, I’m just a littlejittery I guess. I didn’t really sleep last night because I was too excited.”

“If you’d like, I’ll lend you my shoulder.”

“Ok,” you blushed, leaning towards him.

He wrapped his arm around your shoulders and gently led yourhead to rest on him. He stroked your arm lightly, as if to lull you to sleep.

It definitely worked, as you felt your eyelids start to growheavy. The white noise of the train was like a lullaby and you soon fellasleep, dreams filled with happy thoughts.

…

Murasakibara: Honestly it wasa miracle you’d been able to convince Murasaibara to go on a trip with you. Heusually didn’t ever want to move more than three feet unless it was absolutely necessary. But you’d promisedhim the most delicious treats awaited you both, so he’d agreed.

You hummed to yourself as you packed your bags and promisedyourself you’d let Mura plan your next trip together.

When your phone rang with a familiar song, you immediatelyanswered.

“Atsushi, do you think I should wear shorts or a sundress onour trip? Which would you prefer?”

“…Actually, that’s why I’m calling, ____-chin…” he sounded sosad.

You clutched your phone tighter. “What’s going on? What’swrong?”

“I’ve gotten some kind of bug… I know you’ve been lookingforward to this trip, ____-chin, and I’m so sorry…”

“No, Atsushi, don’t apologize! Your health comes first! Isthere anything you need? Can I help you with anything?!”

“If you could come over…?” he asked hesitantly.

“Of course! I’ll be right there!” You hung up and made yourway to Mura’s house without a second thought.

When you got there and rang the doorbell, no one answered.You got a text from Mura, though, to just come up to his room.

The poor boy was pale as a ghost, shivering like a leaf, andhis room was thick with the stench of sickness.

“Oh, Atsushi…” you muttered, running your fingers through hismatted locks.

“I’m sorry I ruined our plans, ____-chin,” he mumbled,looking up at you with weary eyes.

“Don’t worry about it, really. I’ll help you get better. I’llgo make some broth for you, ok? You think you can stomach it?”

He nodded weakly and closed his eyes.

The couple days you were supposed to be on vacation werespent nursing Mura back to health, but honestly you were just glad you couldspend that precious time with him.

…

Kagami: You smiled atKagami across the table as he stuffed his cheeks full. The look on his face waspure happiness and seeing him like this was one of your favorite things.

“What? Somethin on my face?” he wondered around the food inhis mouth.

“Actually, yeah,” you snickered. Sauce was all over his lipsand smeared on his cheeks. Some had even somehow gotten into his eyebrow.“You’ve kinda got it all over you. You’re like a child, Taiga, I can’t take youanywhere.”

“Oh, leave me alone,” he grumbled, his cheeks turning red. “Ijust enjoy my food, ok? And this stuff is really, really good!”

“Yeah, it is,” you nodded. “But really, you should slow downa little.”

He pouted and stubbornly shoveled more food into his mouthwhile maintaining eye contact with you. He really was like an unruly child.

“Ok, ok, I get it. But we still have tourist spots to see,remember? We didn’t come here just forthe food.”

“Yeah, yeah,” he rolled his eyes. “Anywhere specific youwanna go?”

“Well, since you asked…” you pulled out a list of placesyou’d been dying to go since you reached the area.

As you talked about them, you caught Kagami staring at youwith a small smile on his face and a tender look in his eyes.

“Wh-what? There can’t be anything on my face, it’s all on yours!” you quickly tried to hide yourembarrassment.

“Nah, you’re just cute when you get all passionate aboutthings,” he grinned.

“Shut up!” you threw napkins at his face. “And clean up yourface so we can actually go to the touristy spots before it gets dark.”

“Roger that.”

#admin derp #knb #gom #akashi #kuroko #murasakibara #midorima #aomine #kise #i wrote these all when i was at work in the middle of the night and literally had nothing to do lmao #lol at least i got paid for it #wow i got paid to write #i could get used to that lmao

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codename-bewareofthefangirl · 7 years

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Haha you're welcome ^^ I'm glad I made you happy. So then, can I ask for a scenario with Akashi x Momoi, based on the prompt dialogue #14? Thank you so much :)))

DEAR ANON I’MSORRY! When I answered your ask, I used the phone app that sucks and I couldn’t visualize the part of the message in which yourequested Akamomo! I deeply apologize for having you to repeat it again.Talking about this, my first rare ship ask, I really enjoyed writing it; in theinterviews, Momoi said she liked mysterious men and romantic, sweet things and,knowing how Akashi is always like a prince with girl, I can not think that theywould be the fluffiest, cheesiest, more romantic couple ever. So here, a lot pftooth-rotting fluff for you.

Under the cherry tree

During their second year, the guys of the former Generationof Miracles had started to hang out together when they could, bringing theirnew partners with them. Even if they were loud, continuously bickering andchallenging each other about everything, they got along well. At least betterthan what everyone would have ever thought.

However, at first there had been moments of…tension,when couples started to come out and nobody at first really knew what to say,but everything adjusted by itself eventually. One of the most tense day, waswhen Kagami’d accidentally blurted out he and Kuroko were going out. They hadliterally frozen and couldn’t help themselves looking at Momoi. Contrary totheir expectations, she had taken it in graciously, like a true woman: she had askedKuroko if they could talk alone and, when they’d made return, she’d had puffyeyes but a smile on her lips. She’d wished them happiness and threatened Kagamito evirate him if ever tried to hurt her former man.

Now, time had passed and she had moved on but…therewere those hateful moments during their hang outs when everyone closed up intheir special bubble with their better half, letting her alone. She wasprepared to them after all that time, but they stillexasperated her a bit and she always ended uphoping for them to happen later during the day.

But she couldn’t be always lucky, could she?

That day, they’d organized a picnic under the cherry blossoms and were walking down the path to find a good spot. Obviously,in the exact moment they’d set foot in the park, a romantic atmosphere hadfilled the air and everyone’d started walking hand in hand, speaking quietlywith each other. Even Dai-chan was smiling stupidly at a giddy Kise, forgettingto conceal his love-struck gaze. That idiot of a best friend.

And so, she remained at the back of the group with twobaskets full of food and a pouts on her lips. Was it even possible that noon-

“May I help you, Momoi?” before she could burst into acomplaint, a white hand entered in her sight.

Instinctively, she smiled and gave Akashi a gratefullook.

“You’re a true gentleman, Akashi!” she mused, letting himtake one of the basket. Ah, she had forgotten for a second! During all thoseuneasy moments, she’d got closer to the only other single of the group: Akashi.At first, it was really…strange and unusual. Akashi had always been a bitintimidating for her, but soon his kind manners and quiet care struck her.Momoi had started to see him as a prince, more than an Emperor. That mysteriousaura around him attracted her and she was taken by his mindfulness.

They became sort of friends and then started to hangout more often, even alone. Momoi had begun to feel…hot and bothered when withhim, something she thought to have forgotten, and didn’t know how to handle it.Part of her was scared of another rejection, the other feared being justconfused by his natural gentleness towards girls and everything seemed socomplicated! But, when he acted like that, she just forgot all her worries.

“We should have known they were going to sink in thischeesy atmosphere!” she complained to him, walking by his side. Akashi hadgrown a bit, not like the others, but now was taller than her and had broadershoulders.

“Let’s leave them on their own and just find a goodplace to sit.” He offered amused, looking intently at the way her lips curledwhen pouting.

“Akashi! It was a group hang out!” she whined tryingto shot him a glare, but when their eyes met she had to avert his eyes. Lately,she had begun to notice how penetrating his eyes could be. He looked at her ina way she couldn’t describe but that made her blush.

“I know, I know.” He reassured the girl with a smile,pulling her delicately by the sleeve and gesturing towards a tree, “They’regoing to reach us when they’re done.” Added seeing she was still disappointed.

She followed his eyes and saw the perfect spot: on asmall hill, a lonely pink cherry tree stood proudly, caressed by the wind, andunder it no one had occupied the space.

“That’s perfect!” she thrilled joyfully and grabbedthe boy by the arm, dragging him towards that small heaven. She was practicallybouncing for the excitement and Akash had to stifle a laugh looking at herchildish, adorable happiness.

When they reached the top, they patiently disposed thetablecloths and all the food to occupy the area. Then they seated next to eachother and Momoi looked around searching for the rest of the group, but nobodywas there.

“Have they disappeared?” she asked furrowing her browsand crossing her arms.

“It seems so.” Akashi hummed leaning back on his palmsand looking at the pink petals floating in the wind.

“You aren’t bother by it, are you?” Momoi observedwith a sigh, now able to read Akashi even outside a basketball’s court.

Akashi smiled and his gaze softened, before he turnedhis head to look at her.

“Why should I be bothered by spending time alone withyou?” replied in a whisper. Ah, there it was that light in his red eyes. Themysterious one.

Momoi’s heart skipped a beat.

“Y-you are right!” she stuttered feeling suddenlyembarrassed and, to avert her eyes, she started shuffling the boxes of sandwichesand bentos to search for her special bag, “We can have fun even without them!”she chirped, cursing internally her red cheeks. Finally, she found what wassearching for.

“Ta-daaa!” she said a singsong voice, waving in frontof him the full bag like a special prize.

“What is it?” he asked curiously.

“Cherries!” she revealed giddily, pulling out a redfruit as it was a precious treasure and showing it to him.

“It isn’t the right season.” He noticed, arching aneyebrow.

She rolled her eyes.

“It’s always the right season for cherries! Don’tspoil my fun, Akashi!” she replied, convinced, making him chuckle, and she atethe cherry, “They’re the best!” murmured softly in awe, half-closing her eyesfor the sweet pleasure.

“If you are happy.” He surrendered with a laughter,looking fondly at her eating cherries.

“Ah! Akashi, Akashi!” she suddenly exclaimed, jumpingup to sit in front of him, “Do you want to see something amazing?” mysteriouslyalluded with a smirk on her face.

“What?” He asked, lured in by the mischievous glint inher pink eyes.

“I’m the best at knotting cherries’ steams!” she revealedshowing him another cherry.

Akashi literally froze on the spot, eyes wide open.

“Akashi?” she called confused, hoping for some kindthe reaction, “You don’t want to?”

He sighed, covering his mouth with a hand and lookingaway from her face.

“You should stop doing that, Momoi.” He murmured,somehow defeated.

Momoi tilted her head and felt agitated withoutmotive. Was Akashi blushing?

“Doing what?” asked captivated.

“Saying things that make me want to kiss you.” He answeredbluntly, finally meeting her eyes and locking her all to himself.

Everything stopped.

Momoi held her breath, heart missing a beat.

She went so still that Akashi was already going toapologize for his outburst and ask her to forget what he had said, when sheexploded.

“P-Please do!” she stuttered flushing, her eyes fullof stars while looking at him. She hadn’t had to think about it, she hadforgotten all of her worries: Akashi and her were all that mattered.

“Are you sure?” Akashi asked, caught by surprise, butthe girl leaned towards him, biting her bottom lip.

“Y-yes, I’d love it…” whispered with a small, happysmile.

Akashi lost definitely all the remains of his self-control.

He moved a hand to her face, cupping her cheek with gentleness,and caressed with the thumb her lips, gazing at her love-struck. Hair of the samecolor of the petals floating around them, shiny and waiting eyes, fair andsmooth skin. She was the princess of the fables; no, even better, she was hisonly Empress.

Akashi leaned slowly, taking in every tiny details ofher face, and Momoi’s heart was beating so hard in her chest it hurt, until theirlips finally met in a warm, sweet, cherry flavored kiss. She closed her eyesand instinctively threw her arms around him, keeping the boy closer to her; heput the other hand behind her head, fingers combing her hair. She didn’t evenknow she desired that so much.

When they finally divided to breathe, remained someseconds in silence to stare at each other, foreheads still touching.

“I want to be your girlfriend!” she suddenly askedgiddily and Akashi chuckled, pulling her in a hug.

“I’ll be glad to have you as my girlfriend.” Answered cuddlingand kissing her head. She felt melting in his arms, feeling so stupid for nothaving confessed before. But it was okay, their first special moment had beenperfect, romantic and sweet. Probably her favorite memory of the two of themfor the years to come.

They shifted in a more comfortable position, withAkashi seated against the tree and Momoi between his legs, leaning on his chestand tasting the warmth of his arms around her, while eating happily cherry.They looked at the blue sky being the perfect background for the lovely petals’dance in the wind, and sometimes the girl fed him with some her preciouses.

“Seijuurou,” She called after a few minutes, an amusedand knowing smile on her red lips.

“Yes, Satsuki?” He hummed peacefully, smilingcomfortably at the sound of his own name.

“What did you promise to the guys to leave us alone?”

“Onsen’s tickets.”

“And to keep this spot free?”

“I placed some of my men here in the early morning.”

Momoi burst chuckling and Akashi was too, nuzzlingagainst her neck.

“You’re really an Emperor.”

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weirdgrammar · 8 years

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mornings

Series: simple expedient of… (2nd work, one-shot)

Disclaimer: Kuroko no Basuke belongs to Fujimaki-sensei.

Pairing: KiKasa

Summary:- And really, Kise's willing to be a morning person for the rest of his life if he gets to see Kasamatsu being pliant like this.

Rated: Explicit

Warning: Yaoi, sex, LDR

Link: AO3

Kise always thought Kasamatsu Yukio would be a morning person.

It stood to reason, didn't it—the ridiculously well-planned training regime back at Kaijou High. The bizarre efficiency. The punctuality. He's gotta get up at the crack of freaking dawn, Kise thought, back at Kaijou High when he didn't know better, when Kasamatsu was just his captain and nothing more, he could rule the world before teatime if Akashicchi allowed him.

The reality is considerably less glamorous.

"Loud," Kasamatsu slurs into Kise's shoulder, sleep thick in his voice.

Kise grins at the ceiling and runs his hand lightly, teasingly, down Kasamatsu's spine. He asks even though it's obvious what his senpai talked about, "Sorry?"

"Alarm clock," Kasamatsu says, burying his face further. His dark, short hair is tickling the underside of Kise's chin. There's a red mark on the side of his cheek from where he passed out on Kise's hand the night before. If Kise wasn't entirely certain Kasamatsu would kick him for it once he regained his bearings, Kise would say adorable. Kasamatsu huffs out, "Kill it. Smash it. Too loud."

"You won't feel so homicidal after a coffee, senpai," Kise murmurs.

"No," Kasamatsu whines—definitely whines, Kise grins wider at the sound of that coming from his supposedly fierce senpai.

"I'd love to let you sleep longer, senpai," Kise replies, shifting so they end up on their sides, him facing Kasamatsu to pepper some kisses on his face. Kasamatsu makes some protest sound but doesn't turn away from them. Nor does he open his eyes. And really, Kise's willing to be a morning person for the rest of his life if he gets to see Kasamatsu being pliant like this. "But I have to remind you that you have a meeting—"

"I know. Just—urgh."

"Alright, alright," Kise agrees. He turns off the alarm, pulls the thin blanket up to Kasamatsu's shoulder, and rubs an irregular pattern on a patch of skin just below Kasamatsu's ear until Kasamatsu's asleep again. Then Kise extricates himself and makes a pot of coffee (Kise doesn't drink much coffee unless it's Starbucks', but Kasamatsu isn't a human until his second mug), smoking a cigarette while he's at it.

Kasamatsu wakes up twenty-seven minutes later, all bleary and mumbling and having a few close calls of planting his face on the floor due to the blanket tangled around his legs on his way to the kitchen if it wasn't because of Kise, and Kise wants to capture this peaceful moment in a photo before it gets shattered by Kasamatsu's piercing roar once his brain is fully online, aided by three mugs of coffee, screaming, you fucking idiot, Kise! I'm fucking late already, and Kasamatsu storms to the bathroom.

It's worth it, nonetheless, for the way Kasamatsu's brows twitch in annoyance when Kise slips a toasted bread between Kasamatsu's lips, for the way Kasamatsu pauses in his frantic rush to allow Kise a goodbye kiss.

There're times where Kise hates his job. Rarely, because he likes traveling and being a pilot, an international one at that, provides him with a lot of opportunities of seeing new places across the borders. But the flashes of Kasamatsu's sleepy huffs, smiles, and kisses often give him a second thought.

Knowing Kasamatsu, though, he'd say it's pathetic for giving up his dream job for someone else, so Kise doesn't tell him this—the wish that he's sworn to bring it to his grave even if the months of being away from Kasamatsu is getting on his nerves.

The loneliness is diluted by occasional texts and calls. Kasamatsu doesn't like texting if his one-sentence replies are anything to go by. The longest texts Kise's ever received from him are usually murder threats for spamming his inbox—the length of the text measures the degree of Kasamatsu's fury. It helps Kise a lot.

Not that Kise minds much about his lack of texting. Plus, Kise's favorite is morning calls where he gets to listen to Kasamatsu mumble about not leaving the bed in his sleepy voice and if his sleep-addled brain is failing Kasamatsu, Kise gets a chance to aid him through his sleepy haze to go about his morning routine until coffee.

"C'mon, senpai, it's time to wake up," Kise says into the phone, eyes glancing over his shoulder at the clock on the bedside table. It's 2:10 AM in LA, which means it is 7:10 AM in Tokyo. He has only thirty minutes left to talk to Kasamatsu into getting out of the bed so he has enough time to get ready for work.

"Noo…"

Kise can imagine Kasamatsu all curled up under the blanket like a baby, the phone sandwiched between his ear and the pillow as his face is contorted up in a grimace and eyes clench shut. Stubborn, Kise smiles fondly at the imagination, fingers curling around the cigarette, tight. "Senpai, you need to get up now or you'll be late. You don't want to be late, do you?"

"Noo…"

"Then, get your ass out of the bed."

"Noo…"

"Make up your mind, senpai."

"Noo…" and it trails off to silence. Kise's almost convinced Kasamatsu's drifted off already if it wasn't because of Kasamatsu's sudden statement, "The bed's cold."

Kise knows what that really means even if he can't believe Kasamatsu's said it—Kasamatsu doesn't talk about his emotions much, too rational for that shit, he suspects, and now that it happened, Kise can't help but smile at the balcony floor so hard his face hurts and clears his throat.

"It's the blanket, I think, too thin," Kise says, "You need a new one."

"You buy."

"Demanding, aren't we?" Kise laughs around the cigarette between his lips. "Hayama-san asked me to accompany him to the flea market tomorrow. Maybe I'll find you a good blanket."

"'Hayama-san'?"

"Hayama Koutarou, the toothy guy from Rakuzan, remember? I'm his co-pilot," he offers, his mind going to the blonde who's playing games with their other colleagues in the living room. No doubt it'll take them another two hours before they retreat to sleep. The job has fucked with their biological clock worse than they'd have liked.

"Uh, Rakuzan? Toothy, who—no, urgh, thinking, difficult. Stupid mornin'," and then Kasamatsu yawns, "Good night, Kise."

"Wait, senpai! It's not 'good night', it's 'good morning'—hello, senpai? No, no, don't get back to sleep, wake up, senpai. Senpai? SENPAI—"

It isn't until a couple of months after the phone call, in the middle of a spring night, Kise finally returns from the job. Instead of going to his parents' home in Kanagawa, Kise decides to crash at Kasamatsu's place since he has the spare key, and he's never wanted anything so much as to take off his annoying uniform and fuck Kasamatsu's brains out.

As expected, he finds Kasamatsu asleep on the bed. The laptop is still running on the bed, illuminating Kasamatsu's peaceful face with its dimmed light. Some documents are scattered on the floor, some on the end of the bed. Upon a closer inspection, Kise can see heavy circles under Kasamatsu's eyes, and a patch of wetness on the sheet, indicating that either he didn't bother to dry his hair off or simply fell asleep while working on the documents.

Kise'd suspected from the way he'd sounded on the phone that he'd been busier than expected, but he didn't realize they'd run him this ragged.

He stares. For all it is mildly worrisome it's endearing too like he stumbled upon the rarest chance of finding his fierce senpai, the most capable and responsible captain he's seen, who can handle a team of crazy people, in his most vulnerable state. Kise has the brief urge to take a photo, and since he's no saint, he does just that.

Then he proceeds to put his suitcase down, closes the laptop and places on the study table, works his way through the dark room to clean it, not too much because he's exhausted but enough to spare himself from Kasamatsu's grumpy mood in the morning later. After changing his clothes, Kise paws through his suitcase for the new blanket he bought in LA; it's expensive but its thickness is suitable for any season, and it's soft against his skin, so Kise thinks it's a good investment. And the color matches Kasamatsu's eyes perfectly—the main reason why Kise chose it in the first place.

When Kise shifts him around, Kasamatsu stirs a little, eyelids fluttering, and Kise can't help himself. Kise kisses him firmly, working their mouths together, putting a hand on the back of his neck to steady him.

Kasamatsu hums into his mouth, a pleased, half-awake kind of noise. "Kise?" he asks sleepily the moment Kise pulls away to get at his throat.

"Hi," Kise mouths against his neck, feeling Kasamatsu wake up underneath him in languid increments. "I missed you, senpai."

"Uh huh," and there's no further word from Kasamatsu as he's urged Kise to press their lips together. Kasamatsu's hands are on his back now, pulling at his shirt, and he's moved his head for a better angle, and the noises he's making are fewer hums and more desperate moans.

They've been away from each other for months, far too long Kise almost forgets the taste of Kasamatsu's kisses, the harsh pulls of Kasamatsu's grip on his back, and now he's tasting them again, feeling them again; delicious, wonderful and just Kasamatsu, and he needs more and more and more—

Except that he can sense exhaustion slowing down Kasamatsu's movements, and he cares Kasamatsu too much to let Kasamatsu forsake his rest for him. So he pulls away with an ounce of reluctance and regret, and tells him, "Sleep, senpai."

"I haven't seen you in fucking months," Kasamatsu hisses, "Don't you dare stop, I will—"

Kise silences him with a kiss on the lips, and then on the forehead. "In the morning, I promise."

"No—"

"You're tired, senpai," Kise comments, already rolling over to the back of Kasamatsu, pressing him flushed against his chest. He picks up the new blanket, left forgotten at the foot of the bed, with his toes and throws it over them. Kasamatsu probably hasn't realized the difference, brain clouded by drowsiness.

"I'm fine, asshole," Kasamatsu says but it lacks venom, robbed by a yawn. "Well, fine. In the morning."

Kise hums in agreement. He cherishes the solid plane of Kasamatsu's body and his steady breathing against his palm as Kasamatsu's sleeping. Then, he joins him.

In the morning, Kise actually keeps his words by sliding two lubed fingers into Kasamatsu and fucking him slowly with them, enjoying the sounds he draws out. He crooks them slightly and Kasamatsu's whole body spasms, going tight.

"Good?" he asks, just to be sure.

Kasamatsu nods, unable to answer. Whether it's because of his brain fails to function due to sleep or pleasure, Kise doesn't know—doesn't care, either, since he can't afford to be distracted when he has Kasamatsu like this in his arms; beautiful and delicious. He presses a third finger in, adjusting until Kasamatsu keens again. He keeps fucking him like that until Kasamatsu's trashing at the feel of it.

"Kise, Kise, Kise," Kasamatsu says his name like a prayer, tilting his head up to give Kise more access on his throat, hands all over Kise's body, as if he doesn't get enough of him, and his breath hitches the moment Kise's fingers brush over that bundle of nerves.

Kise pulls his fingers free, all slow and careful, going for a slow making love, but Kasamatsu has a different idea. He growls, yanking Kise down for a bruising kiss, and hisses, "Fucking months, asshole. Just get on with it."

And really, he needs not to be told twice, and he's already ripping the condom open with his teeth and rolling it on. Kise smirks at the annoyed look on Kasamatsu's face that says he's considering kicking him if he doesn't move faster, and wipes the look off with a kiss and a single thrust.

Like Kasamatsu claimed, it's been fucking months, and Kasamatsu's so tight around him it almost hurts. Kise nuzzles into his neck, planting kisses there and down Kasamatsu's collarbone, up to his jaw, to his ear, in hopes of relaxing him. "I missed you, senpai. So much."

"Shut up, Kise."

He feels the momentary tensing of Kasamatsu's body, knows the effect his words have. Kise drives down harder into him, enjoying the way Kasamatsu's hands scrabble at his back, enjoying the desperate litany that's escaping Kasamatsu's lips.

His eyes are squeezed shut, but Kise can see the wetness in those lashes, how those words can bring him to tears when Kasamatsu's tried so hard to appear strong to everyone else. It's no secret to him that behind that strong façade, Kasamatsu's no different—he's as sensitive as everyone else, if not more, but good at hiding it.

"Please open your eyes, senpai," he says, driving faster into him. There're times like this that he feels most right in what he's doing, knowing how he can make Kasamatsu feel.

Kasamatsu shakes his head, ever so slightly, still lost in the haze of pleasure, and Kise pleads, "Please, senpai."

His fingers are bruising Kise as they dig into his back. The way Kasamatsu loses control in this and nothing else has Kise cherishing the fact that he can see him in these moments, so beautiful, so much softer without his scowl to push the world away.

"Ki—Kise," Kasamatsu tries to reprimand but it's not convincing in its attempt at menace. His eyes finally flutter open, revealing such a beautiful color; stormy blue, just like the new blanket that Kasamatsu's been clutching without realizing, and Kise holds his gaze, hips shifting, fucking him in a way that's too tender but never fails to make Kasamatsu lose his breath.

A little noise escapes Kasamatsu, signaling him that he's very close. Without preamble, Kise hooks one of Kasamatsu's legs over his shoulder and allows himself to get lost in the feeling of Kasamatsu around him, the smell of sex and sweat heavy in the air. Kasamatsu turns his head to the side, brings up the blanket to bite down on, to silence himself as Kise finally fucks him harder, jerking him off as he does.

Kasamatsu comes first, and it's the sight of him throwing his head back, mouth opening in a soundless howl that does Kise in. He puts his head down against Kasamatsu's shoulder, drinking that feeling of Kasamatsu clenching and unclenching around him, and tips over the edge just a second later.

"I missed you," he says again, afterward, kissing him, sweet and lingering. Kasamatsu glares at him when Kise releases him, but he doesn't protest, only groaning as Kise pulls out to clean them up before he's nudged around and draped more comfortably against Kise.

"Me too," Kasamatsu finally admits, after so long the previous statement could've almost been forgotten.

It brings Kise's head up out of pure surprise, but Kasamatsu's already snoring away, eyes closed. Kise blinks once, and then twice when confusion remains lingering in his mind and lets it slide in favor of catching some sleep.

Kasamatsu wakes up later than him—it's almost afternoon, and Kise's done preparing their lunch, then only Kasamatsu shows up in the kitchen with the new blanket wrapped around him, bleary-eyed and childish-like, asking for coffee.

It should be annoying but eh, Kise doesn't mind at all. It's weekend, anyway.

Relationships are difficult regardless of the type. Coupled with the constant demand of being away from each other and their unspoken fear of labeling their relationship, it makes everything even more difficult.

In truth, Kise doesn't have any problem when Kasamatsu decides to keep everything in the dark. The same-sex relationship remains frowned upon in their society, and Kasamatsu isn't very fond of public affection, anyway. So it's justified.

As for Kise, well, despite his boisterous and flamboyant personality, he doesn't kiss and tell.

But waking Kasamatsu up is his duty, and there are moments where he's so far away from Kasamatsu, even far from his phone to perform his duty. When this happens, Kise delegates although he knows well Kasamatsu isn't going to like it.

Kise's watching as Hayama browses through a selection of colorful fabrics when he receives a text from Kasamatsu.

I'll end you. I'll fucking end you and no one will find your body, you got that? No fucking one – Kasamatsu

Kise grins at the text and decides to call him instead. He gestures at Hayama and steps out of the shop. Kasamatsu answers in two rings with a murder threat, "You hear me, Kise? I'll fucking end you," in a lieu of greeting.

"Hello to you too, senpai," Kise replies, fighting down a ridiculous sort of smile.

"Don't 'hello' me like that," Kasamatsu snaps, "You—little twat, I swear I'm going to end you for this—you asked Moriyama to give me a wake-up call!"

"Oh, that," he says, his mind rewinding to the ridiculous favor he asked of his senpai before the flight. Kise's gotten his number from Momoi—having her number is a must, she's central of intelligence after all. No information escapes her, Moriyama's current number included.

"That's all you've gotta say?" Kasamatsu's voice raises to another octave, or perhaps a few octaves, so high that Kise almost can hear his veins snapping. "Did you know how embarrassing it was? Moriyama isn't going to live it down as long as he breathes."

An imagination of a sleepy Kasamatsu having a conversation with Moriyama floats over his mind. Kise laughs at that, "Senpai, there's nothing to be embarrassed about. It was just Moriyama-senpai."

"You know it wasn't just Moriyama! We—I haven't contacted Moriyama since university and our first conversation was—fucking hell. Kise, I'm going to kick your ass so hard until you can't walk, then I'm going to kill you slowly until you beg for it and bury your body where no one can find it. Ever."

Kise hasn't realized that he's been missing him until an oddly warm feeling fills him after hearing a murder threat from Kasamatsu. It's just… so Kasamatsu. His grin grows fonder. "Feeling homicidal, aren't we? Have you had your coffee today?"

"Fuck you," Kasamatsu says, and then sighs, "It's already evening here."

"Have anything on your mind for your dinner later?" Kise asks.

"Nope. Too busy to give it a thought."

"Senpai," he whines, disapprovingly. Kise glances at his wristwatch—10.54 AM in Istanbul is 4.54 PM in Tokyo, it's time for clocking off. "Are you even planning to go home anytime sooner?"

"Yes—no, I don't know if I could. Too many things need to be done."

"Look, senpai, you're a great worker, you really are. But you're a human, too. You need some rest."

"Does it matter if I get home early anyway? There's no one at home."

Kise checks his sigh—one step forward, two steps back. Another difficulty in their unlabeled relationship. "How about this, senpai, you can stay another hour to finish whatever you can finish today. And then you go home, take a long bath and make yourself a simple meal. So, at nine, we can have a dinner-Skype together. Does it sound like a plan?"

At first, Kasamatsu's silent. And then he chuckles, "Who died and made you king?"

But then he doesn't disagree, so Kise calls it a victory. When Hayama emerges at his side after the call ended, the blonde asks with a teasing, toothy smile, "That special one?"

Kise doesn't answer. Instead, he shoots back, looking pointedly at the paper bag Hayama brought out of the shop, "For that special one?"

Hayama smirks back.

Like most couples (even if they never talk about it), they have stupid fights too. Kise has a tendency to leave wet towels on the floor, which drives Kasamatsu crazy, and Kasamatsu can't for the life of him buy the proper amount of food at the grocery store. Sometimes they fight about what to watch on TV or about Kasamatsu's tendency to stay late at the office, or worse, questioning the amount of time they get to spend together.

The last one is a sensitive topic, prone to erupting into big ones that even Kasamatsu's irritable half-awake grumblings become more annoying than cute. And this one is particularly bad, starts as an irritable complaint from Kasamatsu because Kise delegated his morning duty to Kuroko instead, mutates into a screaming match over the line.

"He's just Kurokocchi, not a stranger! We played against him in the Winter Cup," Kise screams, no longer caring if his voice draws his housemates' attention. He can scream as loud as he wants, for all he cares—America is a fucking free country.

"Yes, we played against him, and that's all to it!" Kasamatsu yells back. "I don't know him."

"He's a friend!"

"He's your friend, not mine," Kasamatsu snaps back, "And I don't like hearing that my private life and quirks are announced all over the world."

"I didn't know we have to register your exclusive friendship club to be your friends," Kise sneers, in a tone that he'd regret later. Had he known better, he would've stopped talking right away, but rage has blinded him, so it's so easy for him to say a number of hurtful things to Kasamatsu, "Perhaps that's why you're acting so cold and strict to other people—to keep your friendship club exclusive. Fuck, maybe you enjoy being alone after all. Say, senpai, have you ever thought about going back to be a lone wolf again? Because frankly, I think that lonely life suits you just fucking fine!"

There's a pregnant pause, so eerily silent that Kise thinks Kasamatsu's hung up on him. Just before Kise can articulate a word, Kasamatsu says, "I see," before he clicks the line dead.

For a moment, Kise stares at his phone. Kasamatsu didn't yell at him—it wasn't even a murder threat, just a simple sentence but it was said in a hauntingly calm tone like there are unspoken words hanging in the air, and it cuts Kise deeper than anything else.

Is he being cruel for wishing that his words cut Kasamatsu just as deep, if not deeper?

For the next three and a half weeks, Kise lives a miserable life. After the fight, Kise is blessed with a new epiphany that his life has been revolving around Kasamatsu without realizing it. His texts, calls, even emails—most of them were directed to Kasamatsu. The number of texts to Kasamatsu has surpassed even to the Kiseki combined. He doesn't know who to talk to, or who to share with when he finds something interesting.

It's like, without Kasamatsu, his world is empty.

And the fact that he's now in Paris—the city of love, of all places, swarmed by couples, makes the ache in his chest more prominent than ever. Kise wonders if a brokenhearted man can be considered as insane so he gets a free pass to kill every happy couple he sees.

Frustrated, he resolves to alcohol to mend his broken heart. The pub is quiet and smells of alcohol and woods. The lights are dimmed, just perfect to hide his sorrow look and stay incognito while drinking himself stupid. He doesn't need to care about his alcohol level at the moment since his flight is pushed forward to the next two days.

Though, his wish to stay incognito is flushed into the drain when Hayama breezes through the door, sighing as he catches Kise's miserable look. But Hayama, bless him, doesn't berate him for it. Instead, he takes a seat next to him and orders the similar drink.

"A rough day?" Hayama tries.

"Weeks," Kise corrects and buries his face in his folded arms resting on the counter.

Hayama downs his drink without so much as tasting it first. Then he says, "That's horrible. Have you tried talking to anyone about it?"

"Do I have to?"

"From my awesome observation skill on your oh-not-so handsome face, yes, you do," Hayama points out, jokingly. "LDR isn't easy, you know."

Kise peers at Hayama's face from the corner of his eye. "LDR?"

"Yep, since we travel a lot and get separated from them for months. Hence, long distance relationship," Hayama explains with a nonchalant shrug of his shoulders.

"I see, so that's how you dubbed your relationship with Midorimacchi's senpai," Kise smirks, pulling himself straight. At Hayama's quizzical look, he continues, "Midorimacchi might or might not have shared some stories about his senpais, Miyaji-san particularly."

Hayama gives a laugh, "I hope it's all good stuff."

Kise sucks a skeptical breath between his teeth, just to mess with him. "I'm not sure. All I remember is Midorimacchi's complaint about how his senpai is feeling miserable with his love life."

"That's Miyaji-san for you," Hayama says, dragging the heel of his palm to rub at his forehead but the fond, toothy grin on his face tells considerably more.

"You're happy with him," Kise comments before he can stop himself.

It brings Hayama's gaze to meet his before he looks down at his drink, considering his words. "Happy? Well, Miyaji-san isn't an easy person to deal with, irritating even. Always talks harshly, and is strict with others, even more so towards himself. Sometimes I suspect him abusing his senpai card out of spite, and really, he's annoying as fuck."

Kise lets out a laugh, realizing that Miyaji bears quite uncanny similarities to Kasamatsu. "Maybe it's a senpai thing, or a habit they picked up from Team Strky since they both were on that team."

"Yeah, now you mentioned it," Hayama suddenly erupted like he's offended by the idea. "I bet it's a Strky thing—throwing commands around and threatening to hurt people when things don't go their way. I think they were dictators in their past lives. Too hot-headed!"

"True, true, true," Kise's quick to add more fuel, "Ever suffered Miyaji-san's punishment?"

"Are you kidding me, I developed an ananaphobia because of him!"

Kise blinks. "Anna—anana, what?"

"Ananaphobia—fear of pineapples," Hayama answers, proudly, with a toothy smile and all. As if he just answered a one-million dollar question correct.

It can't be helped—Kise laughs out loud at his goofy expression, so hard his stomach hurts and draws some attention from the customers in the pub. He almost loses his balance on the stool and could've toppled over if Hayama wasn't there to catch him.

When his laughter gradually dies away, Hayama asks, "Feel better, no?"

Then only Kise takes notices of his body—the lack of tension in his muscles, the disappearance of the sinking feeling in his gut that's been nestled there for days. Kise smiles gratefully, "Yeah, thanks."

"Good," Hayama mumbles, giving an encouraging slap on Kise's back. He gets up from the stool and places some notes on the counter for his drink. "I'd love to stay longer, but I've gotta give Miyaji-san a call after badmouthing him. Call me insane, but that guy can sense someone talking bad about him miles away."

"That's scary. I feel bad for you, Hayama-san." Then he asks, curious, "You're happy, though?"

"He's annoying," Hayama grins a mile wide, "But I wouldn't have it any other way."

Hayama takes his leave after that, and Kise stays another hour although he's stopped ordering drinks after the third glass. The streets are devoid of people at night, and Kise's grateful for the privacy.

Paris is undoubtedly beautiful at night, perhaps even more so as it's blanketed with blackish heavens and glowed by the bright lights from the street lamps. Mellowed by the warm atmosphere created by love stories and couples, the city is spectacular, and Kise wants to share this memory with—wants to create a memory with—

A sob slips past his lips.

He just wants to go back to Kasamatsu's side.

No matter how much time he's invested on praying, life simply doesn't go his way. It's only two weeks later that Kise has the chance to go home, to tell Kasamatsu he's regretting everything he said, to tell him how much he missed him. He could've done it over the phone, but life has taught him nothing pretty comes out of it, if not worse.

Phone cradled between his ear and shoulder, dialing to find out Kasamatsu's current whereabouts, Kise raises his hand to hail a taxi. Instead of Kasamatsu's gruff voice, he's greeted with a different voice, "Kise?"

Kise slowly lowers his hand, confused, "Moriyama-senpai? Why're you answering Kasamatsu-senpai's phone?"

"He's in the emergency room. Been an accident, Kasamatsu's getting treated—"

Panic sinks deep, and horrible images flash across his mind. The horrifying thought of Kasamatsu laying in the bed, all pale and hooked up to the machines, prompts Kise to spring into action. He demands Moriyama to tell him the address and steals a taxi from a girl, saying 'emergency, hospital', not really caring about the irritated look on the girl's face.

The whole journey is nerve-wracking. Kise's stupid brain refuses to stop playing the worst case scenarios could happen to Kasamatsu. He stares at the phone in hopes of shoving those thoughts away. He wanted to shoot more questions, but Moriyama's presence was requested so he had to hang up.

As soon as the taxi driver drops him off in front of the lobby, Kise wastes no time to sprint inside. Fortunately, Moriyama's done paying at the counter and catches sight of him and smiles, "Hey, Kise."

Kise rushes over, hands clasping Moriyama's shoulders tightly, barely registering the confused look that's passing over Moriyama's face as his panic thoughts have advanced faster than his rational ones. Words pour out of his mouth, almost tripping over the letters, "Kasamatsu-senpai, where's he? Is he okay, how bad was it—is he, fuck, is he dying?"

"He's fucking fine and considering to kick you all the way to the sun," a familiar, gruff voice drifts from behind.

Surprise, Kise whirls around. And then he stares, long enough for the panic in his eyes shifting into stunned relief. "Senpai."

And Kasamatsu, still in one piece, without any scratch or broken bones or any evidence of getting into an accident, sighs, "I didn't know you were coming home."

"I didn't—" he breaks off his saying because the regret is thick in his chest. Kise swallows thickly, "What happened, senpai? Moriyama-senpai said there was an accident."

"Silly accident, really," Kasamatsu says, looking away. If Kise didn't know better, he'd have said he's pouting and blushing, and gotten a roundhouse kick for his trouble. Then Kasamatsu presents his bandaged right hand. "Four stitches."

"Six, actually," Moriyama chimes in. "Who knew he was so bad in the morning that he cut himself open. Luckily I was sleeping over at his place or he would've bled to death already."

"It takes more than a stupid injury to kill me, asshole," Kasamatsu growls.

Moriyama winks, "Your not-so-manly shriek could've fooled me."

"Lemon, dammit, it was the stupid lemon."

While they're bickering like old friends they are, Kise takes in the bandaged hand with concentrated attention, hands cradling it like he's going to hurt him if he isn't careful. He's deep in his thoughts before Kasamatsu's voice snaps him out of it, "Kise?"

He meets Kasamatsu's eyes, finding confusion and worry in them, and smiles to abate his worry, "It's nothing. I'm just glad you're fine, senpai."

The scowl returns to Kasamatsu's face, and Kise has the slightest feeling that Kasamatsu's going to kick him, or worse, to bring up the fight, the hurtful words he said to Kasamatsu so he can dump him right in front of Moriyama and these strangers.

But then, all Kasamatsu says is, "Yeah, me too. Let's go home."

A breath catches in Kise's throat. He stares at Kasamatsu before his eyes drop on the sweater Kasamatsu's wearing. It's his favorite sweater, the one Kise loves to wear until its color gets faded over time, and Kasamatsu's wearing it. The longer he stares, the more realization kicks in and it takes Kise everything not to act on instinct, not to pepper Kasamatsu with kisses.

He smiles so wide it hurts and his eyes sting, "Yeah, let's go home, senpai."

Moriyama stays another day, just to make fun of Kasamatsu, not forgetting to shoot off an email to Kobori that contains a picture of Kasamatsu getting high on painkillers, while Kise is off duty that week. And if Kise's touching Kasamatsu in more than friendly manners, well, Moriyama's good enough not to mention it.

-fin 2nd work-

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