I love love love the scenario of Kise showing his ex-gf (from Teiko) for sending all those past pictures of him to his current girlfriend. That’s so sweet! Can you do a similar scenario where Kise protects or defends his girlfriend, or it could also be a comfort scenario. Something where Kise is very cool and acts like a very gallant prince instead of being whiny lol. Thanks!

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Awwww! I love protective Kise! Slight trigger warning for the subject manner of bullying. – Admin Jade

“You know he’s dating you out of pity, right?”

“That or he lost a bet! Ooooo, I bet that’s it!”

“You bet that’s it? How lame of joke is that?”

“Not as lame as ____-chan thinking someone as gorgeous and talented as Kise-kun could ever have real feelings for her. It’s so sad it’s funny.”

The girls giggled, a cruel, mirthless sound. Their eyes bore down on her and she shrunk farther against the wall, wishing for the ground to open and swallow her up. How could people think this was ok? That they had any right to comment on something they knew nothing about? But she was weak, too weak to stand up for herself or Kise. She knew dating the popular model turned basketball prodigy would be challenging, but the taunts had grown more vicious and despite knowing better, seeds of doubt were beginning to take root.

Maybe they saw something she didn’t. After all, these girls ran in the same circle as Kise, at least before he started playing basketball. But now they were regulated to the literal sidelines watching the ace, the “golden boy” of Kaijo.

And they hated her for standing beside him.

That alone should have been enough to give her the strength to disbelieve their venomous insults, their never-ending torment but it didn’t; slowly but surely she was beginning to question Kise’s motivation to be with her. Despite her fervent efforts, she could feel tears welling up then sliding down her cheeks, her face flushing hotly in embarrassment and shame.

“Oh, you gonna cry now?” one of them cooed.

“So pathetic,” another snapped, hand reaching down to grasp a handful of her hair. She cried out at the firm tug but a moment later felt an imposing presence of an entirely different variety standing next to her. Cracking open her eyes she inhaled sharply at the expression on Kise’s face as he gripped the wrist of the girl holding her.

“I suggest you release, ____-cchi, before something bad happens,” he said lowly.

The girl, now shaking in her shoes, did as told, taking a step back to fall in line with her fellow gossip mongers.

Gently, Kise slid his arm around his girlfriend’s waist, tugging her close and she couldn’t help burying her face against his chest, inhaling his spicy scent.

“It’s ok, I’ve got you,” he whispered, kissing the top of her head. Then, turning his gaze back to her abusers, his eyes narrowed, a more fearsome expression present than any he’d held on the court.

“You think you know me so well, do you?” he said, tone surprisingly even. “You have no fucking clue!”

They gasped, backing away again as he tucked the girl in his arms between himself and the wall, shielding her though the immediate danger was gone.

“If I so much as hear one more word from you about her, to her, about me, or to me, you will regret it!” He stepped forward, leaning down to their height to make eye contact with each one. “Trust me, I have many ways of ruining your lives. So if you want the next two years to be in any way enjoyable, I suggest you take this as your last warning. Stay away from her,” he pointed backwards, “and keep your ugly mouths shut!”

Nodding rapidly, the trio scurried away, not able to hide tears of their own.

Kise waited until they were out of sight then turned back to the girl still cowered against the wall. Slowly he turned her to face him, tilting her chin up, frowning at her still closed eyes. “_____-cchi, look at me,” he insisted firmly but there was a sweetness in his tone.

She did as told, blinking to try to dispel the tears still hanging on her lashes. He took care of them with the soft pads of his thumbs, whispering, “Don’t believe anything those bitches said. Or any others I don’t know about…yet.” His tone slipped into darkness, his aura threatening once more and she almost shrank away, but his arm held fast around her back, pulling her closer to his body. Leaning down, he brushed a gentle kiss to her lips. “I love you, ______.” His lips pressed to hers again, a bit firmer, more insistent and she couldn’t keep a sigh from escaping. Pulling back, he smiled, a true, warmth and love-filled smile so beautiful she couldn’t hold back her tears any longer, flinging her arms about his waist.

He stroked her hair, murmuring words of affection and understanding, letting her cry it out. When her sobs turned to sniffles he gently pulled back to look at her face. “Come on, let’s go get some ice cream.” And taking her hand, he lead her towards the front gates, babbling away about practice and all the great things he’d done and how Kasamatsu-senpai didn’t properly appreciate him. Despite all that had happened, she smiled, squeezing his hand in silent thanks for his protection…and his love.

actors au, gom reacting after having just played the akashi suddenly cutting his bangs scene

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“And cut!”

“Isn’t that what he just did?” Midorima snickered, unwinding the tape from his fingers to discard.

Aomine’s scowl melted away to an enthusiastic smile, hands gripping Akashi’s shoulders and shaking him slightly in his excitement. “Wow, Seijuro! That was awesome! For a second there, it looked like you really stabbed him!”

Akashi smiled, but before he could reply Kagami was bellowing, “What do you mean looked like?! He did!”

“Calm down baka!” Kuroko said firmly, smacking him on the back of the head. “It’s barely a scratch!”

“Barely a scratch! This idiot drew blood!” Teeth clenched and fists ready to fly, Kagami turned his attention to the other redhead. “You need to know where your mark is! It was perfectly placed to get within a centimeter of my face, not actually cut me! To top it all off, I have a meet and greet,” he looked at his watch, “in thirty minutes and now I have this to deal with!”

Akashi eye’s widened. Taking a step forward, hand outstretched he said quietly, “I…I’m sorry Taiga, I didn’t realize I was that close.”

“A likely story, you’re just lucky I was able to stay in character long enough to complete the scene!”

“Taiga, enough,” Kise said evenly, crossing his arms. Gone was his bubbly persona, his bright eyes narrowed and slightly obscured by his bangs. “You’re fine. Just go to the makeup department, they’ll have you looking good as new in no time.”

“Probably better,” Kuroko sniggered.

“Why you-”

“Do not make me repeat myself,” Kise reprimanded voice firmer. “Taiga, go. The rest of you, let’s get some lunch.”

“I’ll pass,” Murasakibara said. “I’m not that hungry.”

As the seven stars of Kuroko’s Basketball made their way off set one stagehand commented, “They’re so…different when the camera isn’t rolling.”

His companion nodded. “Sometimes I wonder how they were cast as they are.” He shrugged. “Oh well, as long as they get the job done, who cares?”

May I request cuddle head canons with Kuroko x s/o and kise x s/o if that hasn’t been done?

imagine-knb:

Awww! I love cuddles! I hope you enjoy these! -Admin Jade

Kuroko

Kuroko, as we know, has low stamina so if all you want to do is cuddle for the night, he’s down. Hell, if you want to take a weekend day and spend all of it snuggled in bed or on the couch, he’ll love it.

For bed cuddles, Kuroko enjoys being the big spoon, wrapping his arms securely around your waist, his face settled against your back.

If it’s cold enough, he’ll tuck both of you under a lush blanket.

If you’re ok with it, he’d love for Nigou to be able to join in, settled at the base of the bed nestled next to your feet.

On the couch, he loves having you snuggled between his legs, knees bent, your back to his chest as you watch TV or a movie.

He’ll rest his chin on your shoulder, breath ghosting over your neck on which he plants random little kisses.

If you feel like reading, he’ll tuck himself under your legs, rubbing gently as you read outloud.

Kise

For as high energy as he is, Kise does appreciate down time, especially when cuddles are involved!

For bed cuddles, his favorite position is lying on his back with your head on his chest. One arm will be wrapped around your back, holding you close, while his other hand trails through your hair as he plants forehead or crown kisses on you.

Trail your hand under this shirt to caress his skin and he’ll positively melt. Not all touches have to lead to sex and he appreciates the simplicity of just being together.

It’s the quietest you will ever see him.

For couch cuddles, Kise enjoy being seated upright with you sitting sideways on his lap, his arms around your waist while yours are around his neck.

This is actually one of his favorite ways to have conversations with you. It helps him maintain focus in a world that is constantly vying for his attention.

However, this position also enables him to kiss you more easily and has been known to lead to more…erotic escapades.

Something cute from the KNB blog!

Happy new year!!!! I wanted to ask for a nsfw scene with Murasakibara, Midorima, Kiyoshi, and Kasamatu going down on their so and being really into it.

imagine-knb:

Happy New Year anon! I hope I quench your thirst with this one. Once again, with no gender specifics I defaulted to female because of the nature of the ask. I hope you enjoy! Also, when writing NSFW scenarios I am aging the guys up to over 18. It’s just more comfortable that way and since they all look like they’re in college anyway, I think it works just fine. -Admin Jade

Murasakibara

“Mmmmmm, _____-chin, how do you always taste so sweet?” Murasakibara asks. Her reply is swallowed up in a long moan, fingers lacing through his hair sending tingles of pleasure shooting down his spine. It isn’t often he gets enthusiastic during sex but when he wants something, he wants it and right now he wants to make her scream.

Seems all that ice cream licking is paying off since he’s sure he could do this for hours if she’d let him. Leaning up to take in breath, his eyes roam over her, spread out on the kitchen table, her skirt bunched around her waist and hands gripping the edge above her head as if her life depends on it. She cracks open one eye, chest heaving, hair matted to her neck. He’s been working her for a good fifteen minutes already.

“Atsushi, please.”

He hums ascent, going back to work, not that he would really call it that. His mouth opens, tongue pushing deep. After a few seconds, he switches to quick flicks against her clit making her wail.

That’s more like it.

Maybe he’ll go for a record, half an hour, maybe more. After all, he’s a master of using his mouth, and he loves that she’s his slave.

Midorima

Dr. Shintaro Midorima, a title he’s worked his ass off to obtain. A title he’s acquired through tireless effort and discipline, though to see him now one would second guess the last. Because he couldn’t take the teasing, the testing, the pushing to his absolute limit when it’s been so long since they’ve been together.

She gasps, covering her mouth to stifle the loud moan that wants to escape when he pushes forward, lips roughly sucking her clit.

Midorima looks up from his position on the floor, hands wrapped around her backside kneading the mounds of flesh like dough.

“You just had to push it, just had to wear that shirt,” he growls, shifting position for a better angle.

“Shin…I…oh!”

Her protests are cut off by two long fingers inserting themselves into her wet heat, head falling back with a heavy thunk against the door as he seals his lips back over her and prods that little bundle of nerves with the tip of his tongue while pumping her mercilessly. Is he trying to get them caught? Or does he just not give a fuck? Well, he technically, he is giving a fuck, but that’s neither here nor there.

“I knew marrying you would be the death of me,” he complains.

She chuckles through her pants. “But you love me anyway.”

He hums something akin to agreement, the vibration almost making her knees give out while his back is beginning to feel the effects of doing this in a tight space not meant for activities such as these. And as much as wants to take her home and ravish her properly, he can’t, not right now. So he enjoys the taste of her, the feel of her squeezing his fingers, the sound of her muffled moans of his name and considers it’s only six more hours until his shift is done. Then she’s really going to get it.

Kiyoshi

Having her in his arms after so long fills Kiyoshi’s heart to overflowing. While he doesn’t regret his decision to come to America and get the treatment he needs, he can’t say it hasn’t been fairly miserable having an entire ocean separating them. Sure, they’ve texted and Skyped, even wrote some actual letters with paper and pen to appease the old souled romantic in him, but the feeling of her breath on his neck, their chests pressed so firmly together he swears he can feel her heartbeat and the taste of her lips on his has Kiyoshi floating on cloud nine.

It isn’t long before eager fingers seek buttons to pop loose, hands tug on cotton to relieve overheating flesh and mouths move from one another’s to taste skin.

He moans as her lips trail wet hot kisses down his throat, forgetting how he even ended up on his back.

But he’s far too eager to let her have her way tonight.

Reaching down, his large hands cup her ass, easily drawing her up his body to straddle his head. She’s already soaked but he intends to make her even wetter. He pulls, gently but firmly to bring her sex closer to his mouth. Opening up wide, he takes a long, slow lick, hearing the catch of her breath, feeling the tremble of her muscles to hold position.

“Relax, babe, I got you,” he assures.

Minutely the tension lessens and he takes advantage to pull her flush against his face, her juices slicking his chin. He moans into her, lapping at her, sucking her lips, all while his hands massage her ass. They’re big enough that his thumbs wrap down to widen her, giving him even more access to between her petals.

“Te..Teppei..”

“Damn I’ve missed being between your thighs,” he praises. He inhales her scent, strong and musky but all her and all his for the enjoying. His lips purse, sucking the tiny bundle of hypersensitive nerves right above her entrance and she moans his name in a tone so full of wanton desire he swears she can make him come without touching him if she keeps that up. This was definitely not what he’d intended within the first ten minutes of her being here, but he doesn’t want her anywhere else.

Kasamatu

“Get a grip, you can do this,” he thinks, tongue peeking out to wet dry lips.

“Yukio, don’t tease,” she whines.

His eyes flick to her face, her own staring at him with utter need. Kasamatsu swallows the lump in his throat. It isn’t that he doesn’t want to do this, but trying anything for the first time is nerve wracking. Not to mention this is the most exposed he’s ever seen her, spread open revealing every last inch of her beautiful body. He leans down, settling himself between her legs, calloused hands running up and down the length of her thighs, enjoying the feel of warm skin. His eyes land on a scar not previously known to him to exist and he makes a mental note to ask about it later. Turning his attention back to the task at hand, Kasamatsu inhales through his nose, the scent of her washing over him. It’s almost…briney, reminding him a bit of the sea salt air at the beach.

“I…I don’t know what to do,” he confesses, cheeks blaring red.

She smiles softly, a light huff of air coming out as she explains, “Just…think of how you kiss my mouth and start with that. If you don’t like it, we can stop, I promise I won’t be mad.”

He nods, returning his gaze back to her opened center. She’s a lot…prettier here than he’d imagined. It isn’t that he hasn’t seen one before, but that was always on a screen and while trying to not hyperventilate. In fact, he doesn’t know how he hasn’t fainted already.

Leaning down, he presses a delicate kiss to one side, the evidence of his enthusiastic touching slicking itself against his lips. Unthinkingly, he licks them again, pleased to find her taste is mild but distinct.

Throwing caution and nerves to the wind, Kasamatsu moves forward once more, opening his mouth and sticking his tongue out as he does when he wants to kiss her breathless, only he’s the one who loses his when he hears the moan she lets loose at even just this tiny bit of stimulation.

His trepidation falls away to a raging desire to pull even more of those lovely sounds from her lips and he dives in, pressing his entire face against her, nose bumping against her clit making her hips jerk.

Moving on instinct, his palms land on her inner thighs, holding her open to his exploration.

“Fu…fuck, Yukio.”

He groans, pushing further in, rolling his tongue all over her. How could he ever have thought he wouldn’t like this?

Hi Tiacchi! I hope you’re doing okay ❤ Can I request Aomine and Kise accidentally injuring their s/o badly while they’re playing a one on one. Thank you!

ourneverendingpossibilities:

Hi sweetie! I’m doing alright! Thanks for asking ^^ Of course I can write this for you 😀

Aomine: “You could’ve said something, ____..”

You grunt, staring down at your ankle, that’s now throbbing and swelling at a fast pace… Seriously, how are you such a klutz?

“I didn’t think it would get this bad.. I felt a bit…. Off during the last defense… but I didn’t think it was a big deal…”

It makes him think of Kise, and how he overworked himself without letting anyone know… And that irks him.

“You’re not one of us _____. You can’t just push yourself because you don’t want to lose..”

Wait. He did not just say that…

You look up at him, since you couldn’t hold your weight anymore and just sat on the ground, casting him the best glare you could, despite the pain.

“I….. I didn’t push myself because I didn’t want to lose!” you hiss, watching his face for any reaction, “I did it so you’d have fun… because you’ve been saying the only time you have fun is when you play any of the miracles..”

You look at your hand, biting your lip.

“I just want to make you happy.”

Those words, spoken softly and twinged with pain, make Aomine feel guilty.. You looked so much smaller, so defenseless, and his urge to protect only grew stronger.. He let out a sigh, bending down to your level and placed a soft kiss to your forehead.

“____, you DO make me happy… Showing interest in basketball is all I could ask for…” he hadn’t expected to learn you were a good player, despite not being gifted like him, “You don’t have to push yourself for my sake…”

He picks you up, before gently placing you on his back, mindful of your ankle.

“We should get it looked at… And our one-on-ones will be on hold for a while…”

You nod, burying your face in his neck as you wrap your arms around him. God, you feel stupid, thinking you could never make him happy.. A smile curls on your lips.

“….Thank you Daiki…”

He tries to not blush at the tone in your voice, clearing his throat awkwardly.

“I..I don’t know why you’re thanking me ____…” he mutters, “I’m the one who hurt you..”

You just shake your head, holding onto him tighter, “Don’t ask.. Just help me to the doctor’s, would you?”

He complies, still wondering why you’d thank him instead of yelling at him for being reckless.

Kise: He’d never seen so much blood.

There you sat, holding your nose, as red gushed from it like a waterfall. He was too focused on the one-on-one, he forgot just how strong he could be.. As he moved to dodge, his elbow smashed into your face, and everything just stopped.

The ball now laid on the ground, forgotten, as he bent in front of you, cupping your cheek.

“Shit… I’m sorry ____-cchi…”

You make a noise, whether it was a grunt or whine, you don’t know, but you open one eye, looking at his worried hues… Why is he so cute?

You hear a rip, and you find a piece of cloth replacing your hand, only to realize it’s part of his shirt.. O..Oh.. He helps you clean your hand of the blood, and he helps you to the bench, where he grabs some water and helps you drink it.

“Let me know if you need to see the doctor… I can take you there..”

All you can do is smile, because it still hasn’t dawned on you that Kise went from being a wild beast, to a gentle and worried teen.. And seeing him so kind and caring, despite the circumstances, is something you’ll never get tired of..

“That was your favourite shirt…”

He blinks, wondering where that nonsense came from, and cups your cheek once more.

“You’re my favourite person, ____… I can always replace the shirt, but I can’t replace you.”

You laugh, only to wince because the pain was too much, and you let out a frustrated sigh.

“We should go to the doctor, Ryouta.. I need to make sure you didn’t break my nose…”

He just nods, grabbing all your things, before carrying you in his arms. He adjusts your head to rest against his shoulder, making sure you have a good grip on the cloth.

“Just relax… I’ll get you there in one piece.”

These were so perfect! I can totally see both of them doing exactly as you described!

Akashi and Hanamiya’s reaction to their S/O being confessed to by another person right in front of them?

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Oh man, RIP other person… seriously, you gotta have balls to confess when other person is there, let alone these two!

Akashi Seijuro

It was like he wasn’t even there, and that’s what infuriated
him more than anything. Akashi knew his
weaknesses well enough, knew that he was possessive, but had been told off by
you enough times to know better than to voice his feelings on the subject. He’d mostly trained that part of himself
away, and he trusted you completely.
But this was too much. This
brazen idiot was so blatantly trespassing on his territory-

He tried to hold himself back. You’d scold him if he was too heavy handed, and ask why he didn’t
just let you deal with yourself. But it
was hard. The lowlife was touching you,
and it was all Akashi could do to hold himself back. Everything in him screamed to make him lower his head.

Why the lowlife couldn’t see that you were so far above him as
to be laughable was a mystery. How did
they even get the courage to talk to you, let alone while he was standing right
there?

You were not doing a good job at warning him away. You were trying to be kind and polite,
trying to spare the scum’s feelings.
This just wouldn’t do. Akashi
felt his patience snap as the scum reached out to pick up your hand. His arm darted between you and snatched the
wrist trying to taint you, fingers curling around it and squeezing much harder
than necessary.

Akashi’s stare was icy and imperious as he followed his arm
and positioned himself between you and the lowlife. “Do not touch what is not yours,” he stated, voice
blank, but frighteningly soft. “You
could not even hope to be in the same universe as my ____. Leave.
Now.”

The lowlife scrambled away, apologizing in a flurry of panic
and bows. Akashi watched with a smirk
as they literally ran for their life.

“Seijuro.”

You were angry, but Akashi didn’t regret his actions. “You weren’t handling it,” he said mildly,
turning towards you and smiling a little more genuinely. “So I did.”

“There are so many things wrong with what just happened, I
don’t even know where to start,” you sighed in annoyance, glaring at your
boyfriend.

Akashi leaned a bit and pressed a kiss to your cheek. “A man must defend his loved ones, ____.”

“His territory, you mean,” you grumbled, but it was
impossible to stay made at him when he smiled like that.

Smirking, Akashi took you hand. “That too.”

Hanamiya Makoto

Hanamiya couldn’t decide if this person was trying to make
him angry, or was just that stupid. He
stared for a long time, watching the fool blush and stammer, and watching you
throw helpless looks in his direction.

What did you want him to do? He knew that you’d be against all of his ideas, most of which
included bodily harm to the moron currently trying to, clumsily, steal what was
his. Of course he didn’t feel
threatened in the slightest, but it was annoying to have to watch and it was
making you uncomfortable. Plus, the
very fact that they were ignoring him was grating. Like the whole goddamn school didn’t know who you belonged to.

After the tenth pleading look, Hanamiya decided that you’d
just have to live with what he was going to do. He’d tried to stay out of it, to stick to the morals you
preferred, but you’d made that impossible, begging him to save you from this
idiot.

His hand shot out and fisted in the idiot’s shirt and used
the hold to jerk them towards him. He
slapped on his worst smile, and knew his eyes were like shards of broken glass
– if the idiot’s expression was any indication. “Do you have a death wish?”
He drawled, tone deceptive.

“N-No!” The idiot stuttered, clearly terrified.

“It sure looks like it,” Hanamiya continued, pulling them
even closer and narrowing his eyes.
“Just who do you think ____ belongs to?”

“Myself,” you mutter, but the slide of Hanamiya’s eyes made
you close your mouth quickly.

The idiot was obviously to scared to speak, since they just
stared at him with a dimwitted, terrified expression, swallowing heavily and
struggling to breathe, despite the fact that his hold on them was nowhere near
their throat. “Come near ____ again,
and I will break both your legs, is that clear?”

The idiot nodded frantically, and Hanamiya scoffed,
releasing him so that they could run away with their tail between their
legs.

You sighed, pouting at him a bit. “Was it really necessary to threaten them?”

A dark eyebrow rose.
“You’re the one who asked.”

Most excellent!

R and S for Hanamiya Makoto, if you can of course! By the way, how have you been Jade? It’s been long since I’ve been too active here

I’m so sorry this took soooooo long to finish! I’m doing pretty good, just got through Christmas by the time I got back to this lol. I hope you’re doing well too!

R: Ruttish (Signs that they’re horny)

Hanamiya, as we know, if very much about control, so he will manipulate the situation until you are the one who can’t wait to have him.
Depending on where you are (home or out) will determine how he behaves.
Out in public

Hanamiya will sit closer to you that normally, leg pressed against yours with his hand rubbing up and down your thigh seemingly absentmindedly.
He’ll push his hand up higher and higher, fingertips grazing the innermost edge of your leg.
When you start squirming, he’ll quirk his eyebrow up as if he’s just noticed where his hand is, lazy smirk spreading across his lips.
“What’s the matter, ______-chan? You seem a little…distracted.”
However you answer will be wrong.

If you admit you’re turned on he’ll shake his head. “So perverse, we’re in public! How could you be thinking those things?”
If you feign ignorance, he’ll lean into your space, breath ghosting your ear. “You think I don’t know what’s going through your mind? You’re a dirty girl and you know it.”

At home

Here, Hanamiya is a little more obvious.
If you’re doing dishes, he’ll press up against your back, hands trailing under your shirt towards your breasts. “Don’t stop cleaning, wench,” he’ll whisper in your ear. Once you’re whimpering for more, he’ll admonish you for taking too long to finish your task. “Better hurry up or you won’t get to come tonight.”
If you’re on the couch, he’ll sit down and pull you into his lap, grinding you down onto his crotch. “You should practice your lap dancing skills, they’re a bit lacking.” He’ll make you shimmy and shake until he’s so hard and you’re so wet he can sink into you with barely any effort at all.

S: Safe Word (How often is the safe word used? Why?)

Hanamiya is a sadist, so having a safe word is absolutely necessary, especially if you’re having a frustration fueled fuck fest after his team loses. So, if you plan to “console” him in this situation make sure the safe word is clearly understood. Because he hates weakness, Hanamiya’s safe word he uses is “trash”.

Hanamiya grit his teeth, slamming his cock into her over and over. It had been an infuriating game. He hated playing Seirin more than any team and even without the stupid “iron heart” they were still annoyingly noble! He smacked her ass, taking out his frustration with each impact.

Through his anger, lust-filled haze her heard, “Trash! Makato! Trash, trash, trash!”

When he opened his eyes, he was actually startled to see a thin line of blood trailing down her hip where his nails had dug in too far. Grunting, he pulled out, turning her over and thrusting back in. “I’ll stop hitting you, but I’m fucking you till I’m done!” he growled. She nodded, head cast back as he continued, his hands firmly planted on either side of her head.

I love you writing. Can you do murasakibara Atsushi with the letter D? If it’s not too much trouble.

Thank you so much my dear, I’m so, so glad you enjoy it and thank you for telling me! I’m sorry this took so long to get done but I hope you enjoy it!

D: Dry Humping (Describe a dry-humping scene)

Murasakibara groaned low in his throat, head falling back against the lockers. On his lap sat his girlfriend, skirt flipped up giving him a perfect view of her ass. Well, sat is not the operative word, more like grinding…hard…against his cock which was encased only in thin lycra and cotton. The game had been intense for both of them, especially since Mura finally allowed himself to start enjoying the game. Despite Yosen’s win, the purple haired giant still felt pent up. Maybe there was something to adrenaline building up and without a proper outlet he felt like he was going to burst.

Which was why when she’d jumped into his arms, he’d practically shoved everyone out of the room before landing heavily on the bench and placing her on his lap.

“Come on, _____-chin, I need some release,” he’d begged. He was too impatient for a blowjob, they taking longer thanks to his excessive length and since neither of them had a condom, he’d settled for her dry humping against him.

Halfway through her efforts, he turned her, moving her skirt to reveal what he could, pleased to find she’d opted to wear a thong allowing his hands to grip smooth, lovely flesh.

“Faster,” he growled, massage her breasts with his large hands.

Smacking them away to give herself better leverage, she knelt forward, hands on his knees and rotated her hips at as fast as she could.

“Ugh, ye…yeah…just like that,” he encouraged.

Finally, he felt himself let go, the release he needed washing over him as fast as his seed stained his shorts.

She collapsed, back to his chest, her own heaving but her breath was caught as one hand returned to her breast while the other dipped below her skirt and panty line. One large finger curled into her soaking snatch, his mouth sucking at the skin of her throat. “And you said I couldn’t fuck you,” he teased, curving his wrist to thrust deep into her wanting heat.

Could I request Kagami taking care of his s/o when she’s sick? Like making her food and cuddling

Since I’m sick right now, this is the perfect time to write this as I have plenty of motivation. I did this in head canon form, hope you don’t mind.

Kagami is the type of boyfriend who will all but tie his girlfriend to the bed or couch to make sure she’s getting the rest she needs.
Anything she wants, he’ll get, she just has to ask. He even arranges for her to stay at his place, in his bed with a bell so she can call him if she needs anything.
Though, of course, since she asks for him to snuggle with her most of the day he’s right by her side as it is.
He’ll make a homemade chicken or vegetable soup packed full of healthy ingredients and herbs meant to combat her symptoms.
If she can eat it, he’ll go out and buy either her favorite popsicles or ice cream to help soothe her sore throat.
He’ll pick up all her medication, making sure to go over any prescriptions with the pharmacist so he knows exactly how many doses to give and when.
If she wants to watch movies or TV, he’ll set that up for her.
He’ll even read to her out loud if that is what helps her relax.
He’ll massage her face if she’s super congested to try to help move out all the junk clogging her system
He’s not squeamish at all, so whatever grossness is coming out of her nose, he doesn’t care. He just wants her to get better. Same goes for if she has the stomach flu, he’ll be the one holding her hair back and rubbing her back if she needs to throw up.
If she’s able to eat/drink, he’ll hound her about staying hydrated, keeping track of how many ounces of water she has.
Brews a mean cup of super awesome tea that soothes her throat and calms her cough.
Generally, he’s at her beck and call, will do anything in his power to make her as comfortable as possible and will always take care of her.