Nash – Seto – Haizaki – Reo – Nebuya – Imayoshi – Aomine cuddling their chubby so 💕

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Most of these have a theme of some self consciousness the reader has about their weight, so forgive me if that is not the feel you wanted for this. If so, please let me know and I’ll try again! – Admin Jade

Nash

After a long day of basketball, Nash tugged you into his lap, silencing your protests of being “too heavy” for him with a smack to your pleasantly plump backside. “Shut yer mouth about that shit,” he grumbled, wrapping his arms tighter about your waist and resting his head against your back. He breathed you in, your scent calming him.

Seto

The dip of the bed announced your presence, one Seto had been waiting for all night; not that he was going to admit it. Without a word – or removing his sleep mask – he rolls to his side, tugs you into his chest and falls back asleep, grateful for your warmth since the night had grown chilly.

Haizaki

Heavy breathing filled the air melding with a scent that only came after you both did. Hazaki lay on his back, a satisfied smirk on his lips. It fell away momentarily when you snuggled into his side; he wasn’t usually one for cuddling. But the softness of your form against his was too addicting to ignore, so he slipped an arm around your ample waist before allowing himself to drift off too.

Reo

“Come on, let’s cuddle up and watch a movie,” Reo insisted, pulling you to the couch. Popcorn and soda at the ready, he fell against the arm of the couch, drawing you close to his side. His fingers played idly with the hem of your shirt before drifting under it to caress your warm skin. He knew you were self conscious about your body and so made a point to touch you in as many ways as possible to make sure you understood he thought you beautiful – both inside and out.

Nebuya

“Now I gottcha!” Nebuya cajoled, arms wrapped securely around your waist before he flopped onto the bed.

Squeals of laughter mixed with imploring to let you go before you smothered him. His booming laugh vibrated through your very being. “Stop being silly, babe, you’re perfect.” He snuggled you tighter to himself. “Besides, you know I always like you on top,” he teased in your ear.

Imayoshi

Another late night, another missed opportunity to spend with you conscious. Loosening his tie, Imayoshi watched the rise and fall of your chest. Changing into pajama bottoms, the top of which you were wearing, he climbed in bed next to you, hand tracing the curve of your waist to your hip. You rolled toward him, mouth parted slightly as you breathed in and out. He may not have had the chance to talk to you but watching you sleep as he held you was a good consolation prize. Besides, he could always wake you up a bit earlier in the morning.

Aomine

“Daiki, do…do you think I need to lose weight?”

To your boyfriend, the question comes out of nowhere; literally. He thought you were asleep as he almost was but your inquiry has his eyes opening once again.

“What’re you talking about?” he mumbles against his pillow.

“You heard me. Wouldn’t you prefer someone with a little less…spare in their tire?”

He snorts, leaning up on his elbows to look down at your pouting face.

“Babe, if I wanted anyone else, I wouldn’t be with you,” he insists.

“So romantic,” you sigh, rolling away from him.

“Hey, you’re the one randomly putting yourself down. I’m just speaking the truth.” He pulls on your shoulder, easily moving you to your back once more. Climbing on top of you, he settles his full weight down, encasing you in warmth and security. “And I’m telling you the truth when I say I love you just the way you are.” One hand trails down to grasp your hip. “They don’t call these love handles for nothin’ baby. And I do love them.”

Now it’s your turn to laugh. “That’s my hip you idiot, love handles are on your waist.”

“I’ll handle you however I want to,” he quips back, making you laugh even harder.

Valentine’s day #3 with the megane trio? (separately)

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Prompt: Blind Date / Set up by friends

Midorima

He was going to kill Takao.

He’d told him time and again he could handle his own social life and to stay out of it but somehow his former teammate (and reluctantly admitted friend) had coerced him into a blind date, on Valentine’s day of all days.

He reached up to adjust his tie, then his glasses, his fingers feeling oddly tingly without their usual tape, the wearing of which he’d grown out of after college ended. Midorima hated feeling out of his depth but not knowing one thing about the person he was to meet except what Takao had said put him more on edge than he wanted to admit.

You’ll love them, they’re perfect for you.

But Takao’s idea of perfection and Midorima’s were in grand opposition to one another.

Sighing, he looked at his watch once more; five more minutes until the inevitable.

He supposed he could just leave, had considered it more than once, but it wasn’t your fault his best friend – since when did he let that consideration slip into his mind – was an idiot.

“You must be Midorima-san. Takao-kun mentioned you’d be a bit fidgety.”

Your voice caught him off guard, making him start and lending credence to the assertion of his nerves.

Yep, he’s a dead man.

But Midorima’s formulation of Takao’s impending murder and the subsequent cover up came to a grinding halt the moment his eyes landed on you. As far as first impressions went, it was a very good one. Not usually one swayed by outward appearances alone, Midorima was startled by the intense and immediate attraction he felt at first sight. He wouldn’t call it love, he wasn’t fanciful enough for that, but there was definitely something worth exploring.

Remembering his manners, he stood quickly, extending a hand to shake yours and when you smiled, let out a little giggle he wasn’t sure was from amusement or nerves, Midorima felt his heart palpitate a bit quicker.

“Yes,” he finally said, trying to clear his throat of apprehension, “and you must be _____. It’s a pleasure to meet you.”

“Really? And here Takao-kun had warned me you’d be a cold stick in the mud.”

His cheeks flushed crimson and you laughed a little more. “I’m sorry, if you couldn’t tell already there’s a reason Takao-kun and I are friends, we both don’t know when to quit teasing.”

Midorima took a deep breath, gathering enough wits to finally wonder what his face must look like and tried not to flush a deeper red. As distraction, he swiftly moved to the other side of the table, pulling out the chair nestled against its edge and waved you to have a seat. Smiling, you did as bidden, thanking him quietly as he pushed you in comfortably.

He retook his own seat, signaled the waiter and ordered a bottle of wine. Settling his folded hands on the table, he fixed you with what he hoped was a confident stare. “Now that the awkward pleasantries at my expense are out of the way, how about you tell me a little about yourself?”

The indelicate snort you let into your water glass let him know the likeliness of that was fleeting at best. “So serious,” you teased, setting down the drink, “no need to treat this like a job interview.”

He huffed, looking down at the table, fingers clenching a bit tighter. Jaw tight he intoned, “Forgive me, this is….not something I usually do.”

He looked up to see your eyes soften and nearly drew his hands back when your own covered them. “I’m sorry…I…I’m nervous too and, well, teasing is my defense mechanism.” Taking your own deep breath, you released his hands, sat back and took another drink of water before saying, “Let’s start over shall we? Really give this a chance?”

He hummed agreement, taking the bottle of wine which appeared at that moment and poured two glasses. Lifting his own, he said, “To new experiences with new acquaintances.”

“Here, here,” you agreed, tapping his glass with your own.

As you both drank, you settled, bodies relaxing and conversation flowing a little more easily. Maybe Takao knew what he was talking about after all.

Hyuuga

“I swear, they should be here any minute,” Hyuuga mutters, checking his phone for what must be the fiftieth time in the span of five minutes.

“Hyuuga-kun, it’s fine. You know how they are,” you assure, though you can’t quite keep a note of irritation from your voice. Was it really so bad spending time together…alone? You’d been dancing around each other practically all year, much to the chagrin and irritation of your mutual friends, but neither you nor Hyuuga were ready to admit to yourselves, much less to each other, how you felt.

“That’s it, I’m calling Teppei,” Hyuuga grumbles, drawing you out of your musings. You sigh, watching his back as he walks a bit away, unsure why he doesn’t just stay by you to make the call. Then again, he’s probably going to give his best friend an earful for being so late and doesn’t want to make you an uncomfortable witness to it; Hyuuga can be quite intense when he’s upset.

Down the lane, Hyuuga finally gets Kiyoshi’s on the phone. “Where the hell are you?” he practically shouts into the mouthpiece.

“Well hello to you too, Junpei.” Kiyoshi’s mirthful tone is enough to set Hyuuga’s teeth on edge.

“Cut the crap, where are you and the rest of the guys?”

“Home,” comes the simply reply.

Hyuuga pauses, feeling the vein on his temple rise. “Excuse me? You ditched _____ and me? On single’s night?!”

Kiyoshi chuckles and Hyuuga can just picture him shaking his head. “Yes and no. We ditched you so that you could become not single anymore.”

“Wha-”

“Now you cut the crap, Junpei,” Kiyoshi admonishes voice dropping to a more serious tone. “The two of you need to get your act together and put us all out of our misery watching you fumble over the fact you’re crazy for each other!”

“Go for it captain!”

“You can do it!”

“We believe in you!”

The background chants of his team do little to encourage Hyuuga, instead putting him more ill at ease. “I told you,” he hisses, “to leave it alone. To let me…us…whatever handle it as we see fit! I don’t even know if _____actually likes me like that! I don’t know if I like ______ like that!”

There’s a garbled protest and then Riko is the one shouting on the line. “That’s the biggest load of crap I’ve ever heard Junpei! Now be a man and tell _______how you feel or so help me, I’ll-”

“Ok, Riko, ok, that’s enough,” Kiyoshi’s voice says over the line. Then to Hyuuga he adds, “You might as well get it over with, because if you don’t we’re done playing nice.”

“Nice? You call this nice? Dumping us off together on single’s night on Valentine’s day?!”

“Who’s dumping who now?”

Your voice makes Hyuuga almost drop his phone. From the other side of the city he hears Kiyoshi laugh loudly. “Now you’ve done it. Good luck!” And the line goes dead.

Slowly Hyuuga looks at you, cheeks burning red all the way up to his ears. “Hey, are you ok?” you ask, stepping into his personal space and stealing the very breath from his lungs when the back of your hand touches his forehead. “Geez, you’re burning up, Hyuuga-san, we should get you home and-”

“I like you,” he blurts out stalling your words.

Blinking up at him, your mouth opens and closes but no words come out. Gathering courage he quickly pockets his phone, replacing it with your hand in his. Giving it a squeeze he repeats, “I like you, _____.”

And when you smile bright and wide, he feels a flood of relief rush through his chest. He’ll have to make sure to thank his team properly the next time he sees them.

Imayoshi

You stood, body shaking both from the cold and, you hated to admit, irritation. No, it had blown way past irritation into the neighborhood of hot blooded rage. How dare someone be so…so…callous! So cruel! And you without your phone to call and give him a piece of your mind, lost somewhere and another thing you’d have to deal with.

“This is exactly why I don’t date,” you huffed, breath coming out in steamy vapor.

“______-chan?”

The nearness of the voice made you jump, your eyes wide as you turned to face whoever had managed to get into your personal space without you noticing. When his visage came into focus, you smiled ever so slightly. “Good evening, Imayoshi-san,” you offered, tilting your head slightly.

He returned the gesture, never losing his trademark smirk, the one he hid behind so often. “And what, pray tell, has you in such a tiff?” he asked, the steam from the cup in his hand an inviting distraction from the cold.

Snapping your eyes to his face, you shrugged. “Oh, um, well.” No sense in denying it, he’d probably already figured it out. “I got stood up.”

He clicked his tongue. “Tsk, tsk, the nerve of some people, and on Valentine’s day too.” He shook his index finger to and fro. “Very naughty.” You nodded, turning to look back out over the water. “Good thing I came along,” he added, stepping closer to the edge of the bridge and by proxy yourself. “Would hate for you to have done something irreversible.”

You smacked his arm. “I wouldn’t jump over something so frivolous.”

He grinned. “Good to hear it.” A pause and then, “Well, seeing as you’re alone and I’m alone, why don’t we be alone together? Somewhere preferably with a heater and hot food, perhaps?”

Shoving down the tiny glimmer of hope that flooded your heart, and reminding yourself this was merely your good…friend?…being kind you nodded, accepting his arm.

When you reached a suitable and uncrowded bistro he ushered you indoors away from the cold. Taking your coat, Imayoshi glanced back through the door, smirking as your would be date wandered two and fro looking aimlessly for you. Such a shame, Imayoshi considered as your phone in his pocket buzzed for probably the tenth time, but you were his…you just weren’t aware of it yet.

I know Imayoshi’s is a bit…odd…but I can just see him setting up his own date like this. Anyway, I hope you enjoyed these! – Admin Jade

May I request team strky + Iwamura reacting to their gf surprising them for Valentine’s Day with new lingerie and adult toys? I want all the nsfw pretty please~?

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Miyaji

He sat, one leg crossed over the other, watching as she exited the bathroom on hands and knees crawling towards him. Everything else fell away, the red satin sheets on the circular bed, the candles, the wine; all he could see was her, covered in a full body stocking with a whip between her teeth.

Lips curling back to a devious smile, he stood, pushing down his boxers to relieve the pressure of his ever growing erection.

“So I’ve got a bad girl on my hands tonight, is that it?” he asked, taking the toy from her mouth, its handle wet from her saliva.

“Yes, master, I’ve been very bad,” she cooed, eyes hooded. Looking up through long lashes she begged, “Please punish me.”

He grinned, reared back and smacked the leather across her ass making her yelp.

Imayoshi

Usually the master manipulator, Imayoshi has to work hard to squash the deep moan desperate to burst from his chest as he watches his cock disappear into her mouth. It isn’t the first time he’s watched her suck him off, far from it, but she’d decided to turn up the heat this Valentine’s day in the form of pasties over her nipples, a slip of material masquerading as a thong and her arms bound behind her back with black satin ribbon as she took him deep while on her knees.

He loses the battle with his pride, groaning her name as his hand twists a chunk of her hair and his orgasm rips through him. She chokes slightly prompting him to let go so she can swallow and take a deep breath. “Mmmmm, that was exquisite, _____-chan,” he compliments, hand caressing her cheek. “What say I untie you and you wash down your good job with that chocolate and champagne I got you?”

Higuchi

His fingers trembled as she placed the surprise she’d acquired for their rendezvous in his hand. “Are…are you sure you wanna do this?”

“Why so nervous, Shota? I just wanna have a little fun, spice things up a bit,” she teased lightly tracing one finger along his jaw.

He looked down, swallowing thickly as his eyes drank in her breasts encircled by an open cup bra. When his breath ghosted over her nipples, they hardened further and she cast her head back, hair spilling down her back. “Now, get them wet and hook me up baby,” she ordered.

Higuchi closed his eyes, mouth pursing to suck one into his mouth while the other was teased with his fingers. She moaned, one hand pushing against the back of his head in eager indication to continue.

When she was good and lubricated, he drew back, took a deep breath and put on the nipple clamps. The initial sting had her hissing, but as the tip of his tongue teased against her flesh once more she gasped in pleasure.

“Now fuck me,” she groaned, parting her legs revealing a wetness that made his mouth water.

Kasamatsu

“Ugh, fuck, _____, it’s too much, I can’t-“

Kasamatsu’s protests cut off as her lips sealed over his own, tongue dominating him in a way that turned him on far more than he’d like to admit. As much as he was alpha on the court, they both knew who held the reins in the bedroom and he was constantly torn between elation and embarrassment of feeling not “man enough” to handle her.

Drawing back, she sank him deeper into her heat and echoed his moan. “It’s not too much, Yu..ki…o,” she gasped, gyrating for good measure. “You said you want to be able to last longer and that cock ring is doing just that, isn’t it?”

He looked up at her through hooded eyes, sweat trickling down his temples. After a moment’s consideration, he nodded once. “Good thing too,” he grunted, hands grasping tight to her hips to shove her down harder, “because the sight of you fucking me in this teddy would have had me done in seconds without it.”

Okamura

“Make sure you use plenty of lube, sweetie,” she reminded breathlessly. Okamura’s eyes were wide open, irises blown black with deep want as he stared at her, ass in the air, the school girl costume skirt flipped up revealing her in all her tight, wet glory.

“Oh damn,” he mouthed. He’d already given her a mindbending orgasm through use of his mouth but now she wanted to make use of the new play thing she’d brought along for their anniversary. Refocusing, he slathered on copious amounts of the lubricant she’d bought in tandem with the butt plug he held in his massive hand. The light from above glinted off the glass of the insertable as he touched it gingerly to her opening.

“Ready?” he asked breathless.

She nodded and he pushed forward, the toy sucking into her ass with a loud squelching sound that mixed with her own moans of pleasure.

“Oh gods, Kenichi, it feels…sssoooo…good.”

He grit his teeth against the strain of his erection, working to make sure not to push too hard or too fast. Once it was fully inserted, he sat back on his haunches to observe, his cock pulsing with need to fuck her. “Kenichi, lay down so I can ride you.” He obeyed, mouth falling open into a wide O when she sank her torrid heat onto him in reverse cowgirl. “Now you can pump me in both holes at once.”

Iwamura

“Are you sure, Tsutomu? I mean, I didn’t get it because you-”

“I’m fine baby, sometimes…sometimes it’s fun to watch. Go on, lay back and give me a show,” Iwamura encouraged, lounging back on the loveseat faced towards the couch.

She cocked one eyebrow but did as told, parting her legs to reveal her wanting heat highlighted by crotchless panties, its matching bra cast to the side. “Leave the thighs-highs and heels on too,” he ordered, languidly stroking his semi-hard cock.

Slowly she trailed the vibrator up her thigh, turning it on as it touched her clit, bringing a gasp to her parted lips. “Oh, oh it feels good, Tomu.”

He gripped himself tighter, pumping up and down as she teased herself towards orgasm, fingers pinching her nipple and his name spilling from her mouth over and over until he couldn’t take it any longer. Launching forward, he pulled away her hand just before she reached release and sheathed his cock into her.

“Fuck, you’re so wet!” he groaned, slamming into her again. Twisting the toy from her grasp he turned it to full power and laid it against her clit. She shrieked his name as she came, her inner walls clamping onto him so tight he followed right along. This was definitely something they’d be trying again.

soulmate au where kise, kasamatsu, imayoshi‘s soulmark is the first sentence their soulmate says to them and it‘s something super hilarious

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I’ve not done this soulmate AU before and my comedy writing skills leave something to be desired in my opinion so I really hope you like these! – Admin Jade

Kise

Kise pumped his legs faster, praying he would make it in time. If he was late for practice one more day, Kasamatsu-senpai would kill him; or worse, he’d bench him. The station came into view, train at a standstill but the announcer’s voice indicated he’d run out of time. Only focused on his end goal, Kise burst forward in a mad dash, reaching the door just as it was closing. He jumped, wedging himself between the sliding panels, but couldn’t quite get a foothold to push all the way in. The wall of the tunnel was getting closer and just as he figured he’d lose more than his position on the court for one game, he was tugged roughly into the car, landing in a sprawled mess upon the floor his chest rising and falling rapidly.

“You know, you’re just adding to the belief that blondes are dumb,” a voice said from above him.

As Kise opened his eyes, he felt a tingling sensation on his arm.

“No! Of all times and all things to have been said, why now? Why that?” Timidly, he looked at his wrist, groaning as the very words just spoken to him etched their way upon his skin. He turned his attention back to the car, only to realize he had no idea who’d spoken to him. Much as he hated the words, he wanted his soulmate but how could he find them? He couldn’t just blurt out, “Who saved me?” He didn’t think the phenomena worked like that. Worrying his bottom lip, he stood indecisive, eyes flicking all about the car looking for any connection, but everyone kept their attention fixed on their phone screens, out the window or on books and newspapers.

Sighing, he thumped his head against the wall.

When he arrived at his stop, he filed out with the rest of the passengers, discouraged he’d probably never find his soulmate again when the person ahead of him dropped their book, unware of its absence. Rushing forward, Kise picked it up before it was trampled, calling out, “Excuse me, you dropped this!”

You turned, opening your mouth to thank him but froze, jaw unhinged as you felt a light burning on the arm extended towards the blonde you’d managed to save from losing his leg. He planted the book in your hand, confusion on his face at your expression until he noticed your arm.

Eyes brightening to an alarming degree, he exclaimed, “Soulmate-cchi! I found you after all!”

Kasamatsu

“What’s the point of going on a date if they’re not my soulmate, huh? It’s just a waste of time!” Kasamatsu snapped.

But Kise was being even more obstinate than usual. “You’ll never meet them if you don’t get out there and try! I have mine, Kasamatsu-senpai, and they’re wonderful!”

There was no lie in that, you had been a rather amazing addition to the ace’s life. Kasamatsu appreciated your no nonsense attitude and that you kept the golden boy in line better than even he could. “I’m still surprised you didn’t end up more hurt, maybe Midorima is right about all the mystical crap.”

“No changing the subject, senpai! Just go! If anything it will give you practice for when you do finally meet your destined one.”

Destined one? Was that really how it worked?

And so Kasamatsu found himself agreeing, more so just to get Kise to shut up about it than anything else. He considered not going. He didn’t want to be there anyway and what did he care that someone Kise knew was offended? But his sense of propriety won out in the end and he found himself making way to a park to meet this mystery person.

It was going to be a disaster, he just knew it.

Approaching the fountain agreed to as the simplest meeting spot, Kasamatsu spotted you, your own eyes searching for him. When you locked gazes he felt his throat tighten up; you were gorgeous.

He didn’t know how he kept walking but eventually he was standing just in front of you, however your expression was not one of recognition. Had Kise not told you what he looked like? Not provided enough details? The blonde could be a bit scattered brained from time to time, but surely even he would realize-

“Is there something you wanted, or are you just going to stand there gaping like a fish?”

Startled out of his thoughts, Kasamatsu barely recognized the fact you were speaking to him when he felt pressure on his inner wrist up to his elbow. Looking down, he almost fainted; you were his soulmate?

Flustered even more, he blurted out, “You’re my soulmate!”

Your eyes widened as his words appeared slowly on your arm. Looking to it and then his, you couldn’t stop a chuckle, then a full blown laugh from escaping your lips. The male before you scowled, unclear at the reason of your amusement but when you took his hand, his heart nearly stopped.

“I’m sorry for the…less than desirable ink you have there. How about I make it up to you by paying for dinner while we get to know each other?”

Imayoshi

Imayoshi was tired, it had been a long day of wrangling Aomine to practice, talking Sakurai down from whatever ledge he’d placed himself on this time and trying to keep Wakamatsu from killing both of them. He sat upon the gym floor, relishing in the momentary quiet as the team took care of washing up and changing back into their street clothes. He’d found it advantageous to wait until they’d all gone before taking his own shower, where he could be alone with his thoughts and planning their training and drills.

Boisterous chatter, mostly arguments from Too’s most temperamental members, signified his opportunity to retreat.

Later, he made his way to the bus stop, muscles protesting each step.

Taking a seat on the newly arrived bus, he sighed out to no one, “I swear on my soul, if those guys don’t get their act together I’ll kill them.”

From across the aisle he heard, “Do you even have a soul?”

Head whipping to the side, his eyes landed on your face, the mischievous smirk he found there intriguing. You looked a little familiar, clearly a fellow student at Too, unless you were just in the habit of blurting out insults to random strangers. Just as he was about to reply, he felt a tapping on his arm and looked down, watching as the very words just spoken to him bled into existence on his skin.

Lips curling into a devious smirk, his narrowed eyes looked once more at your face, now a bit paler and with no sign of your previous cheekiness to be found. Leaning forward, he whispered, “Property of Imayoshi Soichi.”

You gasped, frantically rubbing your arm as if that would magically erase your soulmate’s words. Suddenly he was beside you, eyes opening just enough to reveal his irises which burned with wicked amusement. “Now, I think, would be a good time to get to know one another, don’t you?”

Soulmate AU! Where when your soulmate dies you become colorblind! Aomine-Kagami-Imayoshi suddenly go colorblind in the middle of practice/work…. make it as depressing as you please

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I took some creative license. Hope you don’t mind!
-Neon

Kagami: When Kagami had first walked into your shared home, finding it completely ransacked and torn apart, he knew that foul play was the cause. He wanted so desperately to believe that you hadn’t picked up and ran away from him; something bad had happened and he was going to find out what. He had enlisted the help of anyone willing; police, private investigators, his own friends. If there was any chance they could find you, he’d gone to them and begged.

Months passed and people began to really wonder if you had been kidnapped. With no sign of you at all, the rumor that you had left him without saying anything had begun to spread. The fact that he could still see color, so vibrant and in full spectrum, had people believing this was true; if it had been kidnap, you would be gone by now.

Kagami, ever stubborn and trusting in you, refused this as a possibility.

“Why would ____ just get up and leave,” he often argued. “We were happy together. ____ wouldn’t give that up!”

Slowly, one by one, the people he’d enlisted to help him stopped. With so much time between your initial disappearance and the present, any chances of finding you had come and gone. He would be a one man search party.

It didn’t stop Kagami from believing though as every night he went to bed, he prayed to whatever celestial being would listen that he’d get some answer about you. Every morning he woke up seeing those bright yellow curtains you’d placed on the window and he’d know you were still out there somewhere waiting for him to find you.

Then one day, as he sat up in bed and rubbed the sleep from his bleary eyes, he looked across at the window to where the curtains looked to be almost white in color. Thinking they were getting sun bleached, he glanced over to the wardrobe where he knew the large mirror you used was placed. In his reflection he saw tired eyes, a beaten body, and so so much gray.

Feeling more numb than ever before, he lay back down in bed as tears spilled from his eyes. Kagami couldn’t tell if the loss of color in his life was more of a sorrow or a relief.

Aomine: “On the card, can you type ‘I’m sorry’ in that fancy, curly font?”

The old man behind the counter gave Aomine a knowing smile. How many young men had walked into his florist shop requesting a beautiful bouquet along with an apology note? Giving the younger male a nod, he walked off to the ancient computer sitting on his counter top to have the card printed out.

Aomine bounced in place from one foot to the other, his arms cradling the bouquet like it was a child. He didn’t have the sense to stop jostling it around so roughly and, with each movement, one brightly colored petal after another had started falling to the floor. Not that anyone could tell; he’d gone and bought the biggest bundle of flowers he could find.

He’d made a mistake, one that he deeply regretted, and though it had taken him a few days of cooling off Aomine was finally admitting his error. He’d been calling you nonstop since the moment he woke up, hoping you’d stop ignoring his calls and pick up the phone. Even now, as he stood at the register and waited for the old man, his hand was busy pulling up your number over and over again.

“Come on, pick up,” he encouraged, only to hear the dial tone once more. Trying one last time before the florist came back, Aomine dialed your number and placed the phone against his ear. There was a click. “____?”

He could hear your car radio, but it was faint in comparison to the old man’s voice coming back across the counter. “I’ve finished your card. It that all for today?”

As Aomine turned to answer the man, the phone jostled from his ear and fell to the floor. He clicked his tongue, knowing you’d be mad at having a loud noise such as that against your ear. One more thing to apologize for. Then he noticed something.

“Hey, when did you change shirts?” Aomine could have sworn the old man had been wearing blue earlier, but now his shirt was a deep, inky black.

The frown he received in response was worrying and, before the old man could even answer, Aomine held the bouquet of flowers at arm’s length to get a good look at them. He could only see gray.

Through the speaker on his phone, the faint sound of sirens and the crackling of a car fire echoed.

Imayoshi: He knew your time had been coming close to an end when his vision began to flicker, notes of color sometimes seeming too dull or too gray to be what they should. It had been happening more often lately, his vision going blurry for a split second before the world suddenly seemed monochrome. Each time made him panic, each time making him rub at the corners of his eyes until the color came back.

Of course, each time this happened, Imayoshi was sitting by your side in the hospital. He’d began to notice that the loss of color always coincided with your loss in strength, so he always made sure to be holding your hand.

“Dear, could you get me some tea?”

There was a frown on his face at your question. He knew exactly what you were talking about; that bright green can from the vending machine just down the hallway. It was your favorite and it would be cruel of him to deny you that, but the thought of leaving you for even a moment was becoming too painful for him.

Noticing his hesitance, you placed a rather shaky hand against his cheek. “I’ll still be here when you come back. It’ll only be a moment.”

The words themselves weren’t reassuring, but the fact that you had the strength to reach his face was. With a bit of a grim smile, Imayoshi nodded before letting your fingers slip out of his own. If he had a choice, he’d be there and back in less than a flash.

The hallway seemed longer than normal, but Imayoshi knew it was all just his imagination; the mind could play cruel tricks on people who worried. At the vending machine, he fished around in his pockets for change before finding the exact amount. The familiar whir and clunk of the machine was almost a comfort to him as he watched the single green can of tea fall to the opening below.

“Make way!”

Staff bustled behind him and, on any other day, his heart would have skipped a beat. But there was a gut feeling that they wouldn’t be running toward where his mind wanted him to believe. After all, he could always reassure himself as he picked up the can of tea.

It was gray.

And Neon breaks our hearts!

Imayoshi, Sakurai, and Wakamatsu are watching their dancing/figure skating (whichever you prefer) crush practice. They ask her coach what motivates her to perform so beautifully. What will they do when coach truthfully answers “I remind her to imagine she’s performing just for you”? (hinthint, she likes them)

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Making variations to this, as usual. I hope you don’t mind!

Fem!Reader ahead.

IMAYOSHI

“Senpai,” you say slightly breathlessly as you skate over to the edge of the rink, still in costume. The arena crowd is dispersing, allowing you to take a longer look at your upperclassman from university and make sure that his form is not some sort of mirage in front of you. He has that noncommittal smile on his face, as per usual, leaning against the railings. “I didn’t expect to see you here.”

“What kind of senpai would I be to miss such a cute kouhai’s performance?” You laugh, looking down at your feet while internally trying to dismiss his words as mindless flirting. The two of you are close, but you feel as though you are dangerously crossing the line between friendship and something else—you want it, but you are so unsure if he does as well.

He flirts with everyone, you tell yourself those words like a jaded mantra, he sees you as nothing more than a kouhai.

“Congratulations on the win.”

“Thank you.”

“I bumped into your coach earlier.”

“Ah,” you reply, wincing inside at how unintelligent it sounds, “and?”

“He said something interesting to me about training you.”

“I hope it’s nothing embarrassing,” you say half-jokingly, but truth be told, the old man knows a lot about you from spending time with you too much.

“It isn’t,” comes Imayoshi’s answer, “I’d say it’s rather sweet.”

“Don’t act like you’re going to tell me if you aren’t, senpai,” you let out a chuckle, being far more acquainted with his teasing than you would like. Imayoshi’s smile drops and you freeze at the serious look on his face.

“He said he tells you to imagine that you’re performing just for me.”

You wish for the ice to crack so that you can disappear into the depths of the earth, because you would rather do that than face Imayoshi’s eyes, sharp and all-knowing. Why would your coach spill that out to him? You want to avert your gaze away from him, only to find that you cannot. Not only his stare is powerful enough to keep yours unmoving, he has a hand cupping your cheek, preventing you from looking at anything other than him.

“That’s so damn cute of you, d’ya know that,” he murmurs, a smirk slowly forming on his face. “And for that, I’m gonna have to do this.”

He leans down, tilting your head up to meet his lips in a kiss.

SAKURAI

“Delivering lunch again today, Ryo?” Your coach says, greeting the younger male that just entered the studio. Sakurai smiles sheepishly, bowing slightly to reply the greeting, before finding himself entranced by your fluid movements on the floor, creating mesmerizing patterns with the ribbon. He has seen you perform before with different apparatuses, but the sight never fails to hypnotize him.

“Just a minute or so until the end of this routine,” your coach announces, “sit tight.”

Sakurai nods, and the two of them proceed to watch you execute the rest of your routine, leaping, jumping, twirling the ribbon. At one point you catch his gaze and smile at him in acknowledgement: “Thank you for the lunch”? “I’m happy you’re here”? “I hope you like the performance”? Sakurai still has no idea what your smile means, though that is not enough to stop the blood from rushing ever so slightly to his cheeks. You look exceptionally beautiful—you are wearing the competition outfit today, possibly to figure out if you can move well enough in it.

“You know,” the coach mutters, “I always tell her to perform as if you’re the only person watching. Seems to work.”

A yelp almost left Sakurai at the statement, his face flushing a deeper shade of pink. He fears another weird sound might escape him and presses a hand against his lips to quell them. The second he looks at you again, pirouetting with your ribbon, he realizes that his feelings just might be returned—he just cannot help but keep his hopes up.

“Hey, Ryo-kun!” You say, jogging lightly toward him almost immediately after the final move, “Thanks for coming today, too.” He smiles back at you, only to notice that your coach behind you is giving him winks and slow nods.

“S-Sorry for interrupting practice,” he blurts out. You pinch his cheek casually.

“I thought you grew out of that habit! What did I tell you about using the s-word around me?”

“Sorr—Um, here’s your lunch!” He quickly says, almost jabbing your stomach with the lunchbox by how quickly he hands it to you. You sigh in relief, so looking forward to the meals he makes: they adhere to your diet and do not make you want to barf.

“Thank you,” you whisper as you open the lunch box while sitting down on the floor, ready to dig in.

“Um, ___________-chan?”

“Mmm?” is the only reply you can muster with a mouthful of tomatoes.

“You look very p-pretty today.”

Your initial look of surprise melts and you send him a thousand-watt smile while chewing your food—something inexplicably warm emerges at the pit of your gut and you hope that they aren’t butterflies in your stomach. He’s just a childhood friend. He can’t possibly have feelings for you.

A slam of the door tells the two of you that the coach has vacated the studio, probably going out for a toilet break. It’s painfully obvious that the two of you are alone, and Sakurai can only think that your coach is doing this on purpose.

“___________-chan?”

“Yes, Ryo-kun?”

“I’m s-sorry if this is out of the blue,” he says, smiling sheepishly when you give him a scolding look, although you allow him to continue anyway.

“Do you t-think the two of us can… go out, sometime? Like a—a date?”

WAKAMATSU

He blanches when your ballet tutor whispers the words to him, unable to comprehend fully—does that mean you have been practicing with him in mind all this time? Wakamatsu begins to show, albeit not too visibly, signs of panic, and the elderly woman that is your tutor lets out a quiet chuckle at the display.

You are still dancing along to the music you have personally chosen, a song that he finds himself humming along to once or twice during a normal day (you would laugh at the look on the whole Touou’s face as a reaction to the Wakamatsu, humming). The performance hall is silent except for the music and the occasional sound of your feet on the wooden floor panels. When your eyes meet his, the truth sinks under his skin and lights him up like wildfire.

To have your tutor tell you that must mean that whatever you have with him can be more than just friendship… right?

The lights are on again, and with one last graceful

révérence, your performance ends. The crowd responds to your curtsy with loud applause, a good number (including Wakamatsu, of course) even offering a standing ovation.

Flash forward thirty minutes later and you are surrounded by your ballet classmates. Wakamatsu feels slightly out of place in a crowd of females dressed so nicely, some of them not changing out of their costume since their own performance. You won first place for your syllabus grade, and the hard work that goes into your practice sessions make it all the more joyful. He looks at you and understands—he has seen you practice before, has received phone calls from you in which you cry in frustration.

“Congratulations,” he finally says when the crowd around you disperses. “You deserve it.”

“Wakamatsu-kun! You made it!”

“Yeah,” he nods, acting a little self-conscious. He doesn’t know who he is for attending your performance: is he here as a classmate? A neighbor? A boy who likes you in secret?

“Thank you for coming,” you add quietly, a little bit of his self-consciousness rubbing off on you. “I’m disappointed you didn’t get me flowers, though,” you teasingly add in hopes to melt the tension between the two of you. Wakamatsu immediately turns red, flustered at his own mistake.

“I-I can get you flowers now, if you want,” he says a little too loudly and you secretly stifle a laugh, “there are people selling them outside… I should’ve gotten you some before coming to see you.” Now you feel guilty for making him feel bad. You grab his arm, marching towards the exit with a bunch of bouquets on your other hand. Wakamatsu fights back the urge to blush at the casual skin contact.

Another flower bouquet gets added onto the small pile in your arms—beautiful white gardenias.

“You know what,” he says, trying to act nonchalant as he walks with you aimlessly, “since it’s your big win today, is there anything else you want besides flowers?”

“You mean, you’ll grant my wish?” You say, sounding a bit too excited that he has to laugh.

“As long as it’s reasonable,” he quickly adds.

“Okay,” is your last response before falling silent. He notices your hand, the one linked with his arm, tapping lightly at the sleeves of his jacket, seemingly deep in thought.

“I got one.”

“Shoot.”

“I’m not sure if this counts as reasonable, but…” you falter slightly, looking at your feet before meeting his eyes once more, “how about a date?”

Wakamatsu looks ready to explode into debris of happiness and embarrassment

—you look too cute like that, and the fact that you asked him out first… if he were alone in his room, he would pump his fist in the air like a little child.

“Yeah, sure, that’s not unreasonable,” he quietly answers, trying to sound less eager than he actually is, but the hand pulling you closer against him tells you otherwise.

So cute!!

Imayoshi tickling please!

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It had been more or less an accident when you bumped into Imayoshi, giving him a light jab to his side. Honestly, it had been the faintest of touches. Yet somehow he still seemed to react so wildly, flailing a bit as he tried to get away from you, his body bending at the side you had touched as if your fingers had become his kryptonite. At first, a look of shock and surprise overtook you as you tried to comprehend why he’d act so out of character because of a simple touch. Then the realization hit you.

Imayoshi was ticklish.

“Why are you looking at me like that, hmm?”

It wasn’t like Imayoshi didn’t know. He was trying his best to hide what you already knew, gritting his teeth together to keep his voice from wavering with nerves. It was a pretty big secret of his that the sides of his body were a weak spot for him, so knowing that his cover had been blown all because of an accidental touch was not going over well with him.

In a game of cat and mouse, you began to advance toward Imayoshi as he began to retreat from you. Every step you took was matched by him until he felt a wall against his back. With nowhere else to go, he tried glaring at you from behind his glasses.

“You know I’ll get revenge, right?”

Ignoring his question, you jerked a hand in his direction. It was almost comical the way he pressed his arms to his sides, trying to hide all the sensitive parts. Still, you were relentless in your endeavor and practically shoved your fingers into the space between his arms and his torso. The simple wriggling was enough to cause him to jerk and writhe, trying to get away from you.

“S-Stop!” He gasped, trying so hard not to laugh. “__-____!!”

It was hard for him to yell out your name behind the gasps he was pulling in, each torturous move of your fingers only bringing more of that tingling sensation in his sides. Tears had started to form in the corners of his eyes, but Imayoshi would first be damned before he let them fall! Slowly he began sinking to the floor in a last ditch effort to get away from your tickling; he’d crawl away if he had to. Unfortunately for him, you saw this coming. It took a simple crouch downward for you to follow him.

With his pleas for you to stop quickly melting into incoherent babble and laughter, you thought that now would be a good time to show mercy. Your fingers ceased their onslaught and Imayoshi was given the sweet relief of breath without struggle. You couldn’t help but notice how his glasses were askew on his face, practically falling off.

It was cute.

“I’m going to get back at you,” he said with a soft, tired voice.

“Not before I do this again,” you retaliated.

And suddenly your fingers were on his sides once more.

Neon did so good with this one! She’s so damn clever!

Some nsfw for Imayoshi is much overdue! >w< finally got the chance to ask!

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Since gender was not specified for the partner, I wrote female, I hope you don’t mind! Also, I wrote a list of tropes and decided to pull one from there for inspiration. -Admin Jade

How long had they been doing this? Meeting in, not necessarily secret, but keeping mum about their…arrangement. For a while it’d been enough, a release for them both without strings attached. But lately, annoyingly, Imayoshi began noticing his eyes landing on her throughout the day, watching poor fools who had no chance of satisfying her practically throwing themselves before her feet. It made his skin itch and stomach roil with an unpleasant feeling he was steadfastly trying to ignore but could call nothing else but jealousy.

Which is how they ended up where they were, shoved in a storage closet of all places, mouths smashed together, his tongue roaming and twisting around hers. She moaned, the sound sending waves of heat through his body. It shouldn’t be like this, she shouldn’t have this much power over him but Imayoshi knew that somewhere along the line, he’d shifted from thinking of her as a pressure release into something more. But he wasn’t ready to admit defeat, not even to his own heart.

So he focused instead on imparting so much pleasure to her she wouldn’t want anyone else.

“Imayoshi,” she moaned, teeth nipping his earlobe, “what’s gotten into you today?”

“Nothin’ darlin’,” he insisted, fingers working deftly at the buttons of her shirt. He whipped it open, exposing a black lace bra. Licking his lips he grinned. “How sweet, you wore my favorite color.”

She rolled her eyes. “I always wear black, you know that.”

He ignored the truth of her words, tongue shooting out to lick the crestline of her bra, the taste of her flesh sweet. “I wanna eat you,” he confessed.

“What’s this?” she crooned as he tugged her skirt to the floor. “The indomitable Imayoshi Shouichi on his knees? Never thought I’d see the day.”

“We’ll see who’s on their knees when I’m done,” he replied, licking the line of her panties. “Hmmmm, seems you’re already wet and eager,” he teased, toying with her clit through the fabric.

“Ugh, if you’re gonna be down there, get to it already,” she snapped, shifting slightly to bring herself closer to his mouth.

“So demanding,” he chided but nevertheless tugged aside the fabric to give a long, broad lick with the flat of his tongue.

Warmth cascaded over her body, fingers trailing through his dark locks. “Oh fuck,” she moaned, head kicking back as he pushed farther forward, his slick muscle prodding deep within her dripping heat.

“You’re making quite the mess of me, sweetie.” Another lick followed by a suck of her outer lip almost had her falling to the ground. “Or maybe I’m making a mess of you?”

Her hips shifted, impatience settling like fiberglass against her nerves. Imayoshi’s hands trailed up the back of her thighs to her ass, grabbing handfuls of flesh, kneading as he worked his tongue deeper. Much as he liked partially clothed sex, of any variety, the panties were now in the way. With little regard to her clothing budget, he ripped them off, burying his face between her legs and effectively cutting off her protests. He lapped at her, taking his time to hit every bit of her pussy. She writhed against the wall, knees growing weaker. “Pl…please, Imayoshi,” she begged, wanting nothing more than to feel the sweet relief of orgasm wash over her.

“Getting tired already? Where’s your stamina, ______-chan?”

She shoved him hard, his precarious balance upset leading him to land heavily on his ass. Before he could react, she was pushing him onto his back, straddling his face and covering her mouth with her cunt. “Shut the fuck up and put that mouth to better use, Shouichi,” she hissed, grinding down against him.

He grinned, opening up and shoving his tongue as far as he could into her. She bucked, smearing her running juices on his chin. Imayoshi revelled in the taste of her, the smell, the feel, all of it. His hands ran up the expanse of her stomach to grasp her breasts, pinching and teasing her nipples to stiff peaks beneath her bra.

“F…fuck,” she breathed, knees scraping against the hard concrete floor but he was imparting too much pleasure for her to care about the bruises that would undoubtedly be there tomorrow. Finally with one last wiggle of the tip of his tongue against her clit he had her screaming his name, completely forgetting where they were and that people could undoubtedly hear them.

As she collapsed to the floor, breath heaving, Imayoshi considered her from his still prone position. Yes, he would keep these new found feelings to himself a little longer.

“Told you I’d have you on your knees,” he said smuggly.

“Yeah? Well, I had you on your ass, so we’re even.”

Why ruin a good thing?

Work on my other blog, hope you enjoy!

Hello Jade :) Could I join your supernatural AU? How about scenario of Exorcist!aomine dating a girl who is unknowingly possessed by Asmodeus (lust demon), they have sex almost everyday and it caused her to get pregnant. One day one of his friends find out that she’s possessed when she’s on her fifth month pregnancy, should he’s doing exorcism spell or let her and their baby in a danger? (Nsfw then angst with happy ending?) Thank u.

“Fuck baby, and I thought I was the horn dog in this relationship.” Aomine thrust forward, his dick gliding easily in and out of her dripping core, the vision making his mouth water. She was so hot, so sexy and all the time willing and ready. More than willing, really, if he were honest. In fact, she was oftentimes down right insatiable. Almost every day or night it was the same situation if different circumstances. Him fingering her in the shower, her going down on him in the movie theatre, her riding his face on the bed, or, like now, her with her back on the bed, ankles against his shoulders and his cock driving into her.

Her breasts bounced wildly, her screams getting louder as he thrust and thrust and thrust. “Harder, Daiki, fuck me harder!” He grunted, sweat rolling down his temples; he wasn’t sure he could go any harder! Pulling out, he flipped her to her knees, stood by the bed and dragged her to the edge of the mattress. Now on his feet, he had more strength to his legs, shoving into her roughly and tugging on her hips. “That’s it! Just like that! Oh fuck, just like that!” she bellowed, heedless of who heard her wanton cries.

Aomine came hard, spilling his seed deep in her womb. He didn’t notice the glow of her eyes, nor the chuckle in her chest as the demon within sated it’s hunger; and its plan to bring terror into this world.

It’d been a long while since Aomine had last seen Imayoshi, the man he’d learned his trade from. But there was no mistaking that calculating stare through cold eyes as he rounded the corner with his now five months pregnant girlfriend. “Wow Aomine-kun,” grinned his fellow exorcist, “Never thought I’d see the day you’d be in the family way.”

“Yeah, well, things change,” he shrugged, trying to seem nonchalant. The truth was, he was terrified to be a father. How was he going to raise a kid in his line of work? It was constantly dangerous and there was no telling where he’d be called to next, sometimes being gone for months at a time. Such had been the case when she notified him of the pregnancy, though she was much more calm about it that him. When he’d returned home, he decided to take a leave of absence, relying heavily on his friends for support until he could figure out what to do in terms of work.

Coming out of his ruminations, Aomine saw a peculiar look cross Imayoshi’s face. “What’s with the face?” he snapped, suddenly on high alert.

Seeming to meet his gaze, though it was hard to tell sometimes with the older male, Imayoshi said quietly, “Aomine-kun, where’re your rosary beads and amulet?”

Aomine’s teeth grit. “I lost’em, been lookin’ but the damn things have disappeared.”

“Funny choice of words,” murmured Imayoshi, still eyeing the woman before him with caution. “Then again, you never were really good at sensing things beyond an easy score.”

A flash of anger flew through Aomine’s eyes. “And just what the fuck is that supposed to mean?”

Imayoshi sighed, drawing out a cross and gun, leveling both at the mother of Aomine’s child. “It means, you couldn’t identify a lust demon if it bit you in the ass, which, I’m guessing,” he added wryly, “this one has done on more than one occasion.”

“What the hell are you talking about?” Aomnie roared but before he could do anything further, his girlfriend pushed away, running surprisingly quick for a woman in her second trimester.

“That’s what I’m talking about,” Imayoshi hollored over his shoulder while in hot pursuit of the possessed woman.

He cornered her in an abandoned building a few blocks away. Despite a supernatural influx of stamina, the fetus within her womb took up entirely too much energy for the chase to continue. She lay on her side, legs outward and chest heaving as Imayoshi closed in upon her. “I’m sorry my dear,” he said, tone lacking any of the remorse his words claimed, “but this is the only way.”

Her head shot up, eyes blazing red. A voice, low and guttural shook him to his bones. “You fool! It’s already too late! You could shoot her and it would do nothing! This baby will go on, will bring about death and destruction of a scale beyond your comprehension!” Behind Imayoshi stood Aomine, rooted to the spot in shock. Had he really…brought about the end of the world because of his inability to recognize this creature?

“You’re still learning,” Imayoshi’s voice insisted, though why he was trying to comfort Aomine he didn’t know. “But there may be another way.”

“What?” Aomine asked, moving next to his mentor.

“An exorcism,” replied the bespectacled male simply. His eyes glanced to the blue hair. “But you’ll have to do it, since it’s your child in there.”

Aomine swallowed thickly, grabbing his prayer book from his back pocket. It’d been a while since he last did this and he wasn’t sure he had the strength needed to pull it off. He’d never intended to get this involved with the woman before him at all, initially going back to her because she was such an easy lay. The thought brought an unexpected wave of shame over him as realization of deeper feelings took root in his heart. How could he do this to her? How could he have not known she was possessed? Maybe even helped her when they first met?

But no, as with everything else in his life, Aomine was only focused on what he wanted and could get; consequences quite literally be damned.

“Is that pity I see? Or perhaps worse…love?” mocked the demon. It laughed, cold. “It doesn’t matter, if you proceed you’ll most likely kill her but I…I will endure. I will fully immerse into the child and become stronger.”

“Not unless I kill you first,” Aomine growled. With a heavy heart, he began the incantation, the demon screaming until Aomine thought his eardrums were going to burst but he persisted, shouting at the top of his lungs the words which would drive the creature back to hell. The walls shook, cracks appearing on the ceiling as plaster fell in sheets around them but he kept at it, pouring all his will, all his power, all his love for the woman and child he now knew he couldn’t live without, into the exorcism.

Finally, with a blinding flash of green light, the room fell silent as she collapsed on her back, unconscious. Aomine rushed forward, horrified to see deep scratch marks all over her body and her eyes rolled to the back of her head. Feeling for a pulse and finding none, Aomine shouted for Imayoshi to help him, leaning down to seal his mouth with hers and pushed air into her lungs. Imayoshi began chest compressions, both men working frantically to try to revive her. Finally, she gulped in a deep breath of air.

“I’m calling an ambulance,” Imayoshi insisted.

“Tell them to take us to Midorima. He knows about my job and won’t give us shit about her condition once we tell him what happened. Well, he will but he won’t call the cops to arrest us,” Aomine advised.

Hours later, a pacing Aomine looked up as a pensive looking Midorima entered the hallway. “It was touch and go,” he began, “but it seems the mother at least will survive. As for your son,” his green eyes met wide blue, “I’m afraid the odds are not good. He’s vastly premature but the damages were so extensive to her body externally and internally we had no choice but to bring him out. He’s in isolation for now. I’m not sure when you can see him, but her,” he indicated the door, “you can at least sit with.”

Aomine didn’t wait any longer, surging into her room. Looking at the bed, his heart sank at how broken and fragile she looked. He sat in the visitor’s seat, large hand taking hers. “I’m sorry,” he whispered.

It took several months for things to iron out.

Upon waking, she didn’t have any clue who Aomine was, her memories of their time together a blank thanks to the demon possessing her. But eventually, Aomine wormed his way into her heart and the couple watched over their son. The day finally came where he was strong enough to be held and as he was placed in Aomine’s arms, the former exorcist couldn’t stop some tears from falling.

They had a long way to go, but here in his arms, was a miracle and he wasn’t going to let anyone, man or beast, take him away.

2 and Imayoshi

Imayoshi – #2 Snowed in

A whistle of wind sends a shiver up her spine as the lights flicker ominously. Winter certainly is in full force. Glancing out the window, her eyes widen as the snow dumps faster than the last time she lifted her eyes from the pages before her. A second shudder breeds goosebumps over her skin as her attention returns to the story.

Only for a yelp to erupt from her lips, her body catapulting out of the chair and onto the floor when the touch of frigid fingers presses on the back of her neck.

“Damn it, Shochi! What the hell?” she yells, angry eyes meeting his amused expression.

“Just lookin’ to warm up, sweetie,” he teases.

“Then run your hands under hot water!”

He chuckles, rubbing his hands together as he rounds the recliner. She eyes his extended appendage doubtfully but finally places her hand into his. At least it’s warmer now.

He draws her up easily, arm wrapping around her waist. It isn’t often he’s expressly affectionate, so cold hand prank or not, she decides to enjoy this lapse in typical behavior.

A deep rumble sounds around them, the storm’s intensity increasing. With a final flicker, the lights snuff out, leaving them embraced in the dark.

“So, seems we’ll be stuck here for a while,” he murmurs, breath hot against her ear. He removes the book from her hand, dropping it to the flood with a thud. “And no light, means no reading.” Lips press against her neck and she shudders for an entirely different reason. “I’ve heard body heat’s the best way to warm up, so let’s retire to the bedroom and let it snow, let it snow, let it snow.”