headcanon idea! Whichever you prefer! If you decide scenario you can take out takao if it’s too much I understand! ^~^ xo love your work!

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Hanamiya

“So, I have a question,” Hara asks, raising his hand like they’re in a damn classroom.

“What is it?” Hanamiya snaps, not bothering to look up from his book.

There’s a long enough pause that perhaps the bubbling popping idiot has thought better of asking whatever asinine question he has.

“How the hell did you and _____-chan even end up together?”

Or not.

Hanamiya does look up then, fixing a glare that anyone with a half a brain would scramble from but Hara never has seen–literally or figuratively–when it’s just smarter to keep his mouth shut; which in Hanamiya’s opinion would be all the time.

The point is further proven by his next words, “I mean, she’s sweet and cute and, I don’t know, fucking fluffy and you’re,” he pauses, pops a bubble then smacks out, “well you’re you.”

Hanamiya stands, smacking the back of his head. “It’s because I’m me that she’s mine! No one else is good enough for her and if I catch you trying to move in on her–”

“Dude, I won’t! I’m just saying–”

“I’d recommend you not and just shut the fuck up.”

Akashi

“Akashicchi!! Your girlfriend is so cute! She’s like a doll! You have to let me take her to the studio some day, Margie will absolutely flip!”

Akashi smiles, though it’s not entirely mirth filled; Kise’s exuberance is maddening, more so when the object of his affection–or perhaps the better word would be obsession–is his delicate flower.

“She’s not just a figure to play dress up with, Ryouta, she has other good qualities as well,” Akashi says evenly.

“I know that! How else could she hold your attention! I’m just saying I love looking at her because she’s so, so, so cute!”

Akashi’s smile dims, his eyes growing a shade darker; “Just be sure to keep to looking and not touching and we won’t have a problem Ryouta.”

Murasakibara

“So I hear you finally landed a girlfriend, Murasakibara,” Okamura says around a bite of hamburger.

Murasakibara shrugs, his lips pursed to suck up the remnants of his second milkshake.

“What’s with that reaction? You should be proud!” his former captain chastises.

“Atsushi doesn’t have big reactions, you know that,” Himuro puts in.

“Yes but-” Okamura cuts himself off, jaw falling open as one of the cutest girls he’s ever seen walks into the restaurant. Covered in frills and pastels, she looks like a magical girl stepped fresh out of an anime.

His jaw almost hits the floor when she spies their table, waves wildly and runs up, letting out a giggle of, “Tushi-kun! There you are!”

She lands heavily in the purple haired giant’s lap but he barely seems to notice the impact, she’s so tiny; “Oh, _____-chin, you made it,” he mumbles, fries in mouth.

“Don’t talk with your mouth full silly, you could choke!” she says, taking a fry from his plate and popping it in her mouth. It’s then she notices the stares of the others around the table, save for Himuro who she knows well. “Oh! I’m sorry, I’m ______, pleased to meet you!”

Himuro handles the formal introductions, Murasakibara being too absorbed with his eating.

“Awww! You drank it all, already! I’ll get another,” she says, taking the empty milkshake cup with her to the trash.

To everyone’s shock, Murasakibara gets up and follows her, muttering something about making sure she gets his order right but everyone can see him flashing daggers at anyone who even looks like they’re thinking about approaching her.

Okamura looks back at Himuro, his face still an open expression of shock; “She… they… he… HOW?!”

Takao

“Go Kazunari-kun! You can do it!”

Takao smiles, tossing a flawless set up to Midorima who lands yet another perfect shot. They high five, moving back into defense as the game continues.

During half time, he’s in the locker room when a knock at its door draws the team’s attention. He opens in, anticipating seeing his frill-frocked girlfriend and isn’t disappointed.

“You’re doing so good Kazunari-kun! I know you’re busy, so I won’t keep you long but I wanted to give you these!” She shoves a rather large box into his hands. He opens it, mouth watering as the sweet smell of homebaked goods fills his nostrils. “They’re for you all,” she hollers around him, giving a wave and bright smile to the team at large, “good luck!”

“Hmmmm, she made chocolate chip and chocolate is today’s lucky item,” Midorima says, taking one of the treats.

The whole team scarfs them down, listening as coach gives the next play rundown, his own mouth full of cookie.

“You’re so lucky, Takao! Not only is your girlfriend cute but she’s super sweet and can bake!” Miyaji exclaims.

He expects some quip or smart ass remark only to be caught off guard by the soft smile Takao gives; “I know, I love her a lot.”

“Miyaji-san, it’s time to go to the court,” Midorima says bringing him back to himself.

Follower Appreciation Post #4

Here it is the final appreciation post for my top four followers for the month of July. Thank you again so much for all your support and your sweet words! This dear follower asked for a fluff piece for Kagami just enjoying the simple things in life. I really hope you like this!

It’s early when Kagami rises from bed, stretching tight, taught muscles. It’s always a bit awkward sleeping in a new bed, even one with a mattress as comfortable as this, but he knows it isn’t lack of comfort keeping him from snuggling back to your side; he’s excited–and nervous.

It’s been a long time coming but you and he finally managed to make it to Japan for a joint vacation with his former team from Seirin. The logistics were a nightmare, mostly due to varying schedules, but the time has finally arrived and he can’t wait for them to meet you; not even Kuroko has.

Truthfully, none of this would have ever happened if it hadn’t been for you. Kagami is no stranger to odd and abnormal abilities in people but still shook his head in bewilderment when you outlined the plan and showed him where you’d all be staying. Finding two bungalows big enough to house the whole former Seirin High basketball team was impressive enough but to be neighboring one another and this close to the beach, elevated his impression of you to a higher level than it already was.

The rumble from his stomach echoes from the bed in a lower cadence and he chuckles as you roll over, your lips moaning out something that sounds like “breakfast”. He can’t tell if you’re putting in a request or dreaming but either way it fits with his plans for the morning and so he heads to the kitchen (fully stocked prior to your arrival because of course you would have found people to get it taken care of) and begins preparations of the meal.

“Taiga?”

Your sleepy voice draws his attention momentarily from the sizzling bacon and despite his best effort he feels a blush creeping over his cheeks at the sight of you rubbing your eyes clad in one of his shirts. You’re positively swimming in it, highlighting the vast differences in your sizes and it wakes something primal and possessive in his chest; but he can’t leave the bacon or it will burn.

Forcing his attention away from you, he says, “G’morning sleepyhead, hope you’re hungry.”

You move to one of the barstools at the counter, taking a deep long breath through your nose; “Everything smells so good, Taiga, you really are an amazing cook.”

He grins at your praise; “And you haven’t even tasted it yet.”

“My nose tells me all I need to nose.”

Kagami groans and rolls his eyes. “Please don’t say anything like that around Izuki-san, they’ll be no stopping him,” he complains.

Your light airy giggle gains another smile from him. The bacon finally finishes cooking and he sets it on paper towels to dry, allowing him to do what he’s wanted to since you entered the room; take you in his arms and kiss you.

Which he does, slow and gentle, but insistent, his large hands trailing through your hair before sliding down your back to settle on your hips, holding you close, pressing the soft of your chest to the firmness of his. You let loose a little whimper and he feels his blood start to race but there’s not enough time to do what he wants to and so reluctantly he breaks the kiss though stays close to you.

“What was that for?” you ask a bit breathless.

“I can’t just kiss my girlfriend?” he asks through a laugh. He’s pleased at the flush of your cheeks, the glaze of your eyes, happy in the knowledge he can melt you like this.

“Of course you can, you just… don’t usually, not like that,” you explain haltingly. After a seconds pause, you continue hastily, “I’m not complaining! Just… it caught me off guard, but it was nice and I–”

He cuts off your cute rambling with another kiss then nuzzles your nose; “Let’s eat while the food’s still hot.”

It’s mid-afternoon when the gang arrives and Kagami opens the door as they make their way up the path.

“Kagami!” Koganei shouts, waving like a fool.

“Hey guys,” Kagami returns, trying to keep his cool but vibrating with emotion fighting to spill out; it really has been too long since he’s seen these guys.

“Wow, guess being a big superstar on the court’s worked out well for you,” Hyuga comments, eyeing the establishments. He winces under a smack from Riko; “What the hell was that for?”

“Jealousy doesn’t become you, Hyuga Junpei,” she huffs.

“I’m not jealous,” he mumbles, slinging his back over his shoulder.

Kagami shakes his head.

Some things never change.

“Kagami-kun.”

Like the fact Kuroko still can sneak up on people without even trying; “Shit Kuroko, I’ve gotten rusty.”

The blue hair male smiles; “What’d you mean rusty? You weren’t that perceptive to begin with.”

“Shut up,” Kagami snaps but there’s little malice in his tone. After a second, he sticks out his hand which Kuroko takes; “Good to see you.”

The group head inside, all jabbering to and over each other, excitement mounting at being back together again after so many years apart. Sure, there’ve been clusters who stuck close, such as Mitobe (who still doesn’t say much if anything) and Koganei and Furihata, Kawahara, and Fukuda who all live together in a way too small and way too expensive apartment but there hasn’t until now been a time formed to get everyone together.

And it’s all thanks to you, who make your appearance as they all settle in the living room.

Kagami’s face lights up at your entry; “Ah, everyone, this is ________ and she’s pretty much the reason we’re all here this weekend.”

You’re blushing, stammering out, “It… it’s no big deal, Taiga, I mean, I didn’t really–”

“Don’t be so modest, _______-chan, we really appreciate all you’ve done to make this happen,” Riko says with a smile, extending her hand which you take.

She calms you and Kagami is thankful she’s there, otherwise this weekend may have ended up a bit more of a challenge since he’s doubtful he could reign in the craziness that is and always will be Seirin.

It takes a little time for everyone to get settled into their rooms–arguments about who’s sharing with who, who gets the bed, the floors, the couch, whatever–but finally everyone is changed and ready to hit the beach.

Kagami tries not to be possessive, but the sight of you in your bathing suit fills his chest with a rush of pride knowing all that loveliness is his and his alone.

The plan is to go surfing, but it ends up that you and he have to teach these knuckleheads first because it becomes apparent that none of them can, save for Mitobe who just stands with that soft smile on his face watching as person after person wipes out.

Not that Kagami is much better of a teacher; “No, no, idiot! Too far forward, you’re gonna–”

“Aiiieeee!!” Koganei shrieks before the wave takes him.

“Tip the board,” Kagami finishes palming his face.

“Patience, sweetie,” you coo but can’t hide your chuckle at their misfortunes.

Most give up after repeated fails, opting instead to sit on the sand or play in the waves while

you, Kagami, and Mitobe wow them with your “hang ten” skills.

Evening falls and everyone is starving, a natural result of staying in the sun and water all day.

“Ugh, I’m so beat, but I’m the only one who can cook,” Kagami complains, his arm slung heavily over your shoulders.

He quirks an eyebrow up at your responding giggle; “Oh ye of little faith, do you really think I don’t have a plan?”

“What do you–” Kagami’s words cut off as he opens the door and the flood of a very familiar and missed scent hits his nostrils.

Every eye goes wide at the sight of an unfathomable amount of somehow, fresh and positively mouthwatering Majin burgers and fries laid out on the table and counter.

“Dig in,” you offer, extending a hand and it’s like the starting pistol for a feeding frenzy.

Everyone gathers mounds of food and drink, moving to various seats to enjoy the salty, grease filled fair.

Kagami takes a large bit of his third or fourth burger and looks around. He swallows then smiles, happier than he’s been in years. He looks at you, laughing with Riko, about what he doesn’t know, but he doesn’t need to.

It may not have been simple getting here, but it is the simple things that make him most happy.

Things like food, friends, family and–most importantly–you.

What more could he ever ask for?

Follower Appreciation Post #3

To my very dear friend Admin Iwa-chan. Thank you for always being such a great supporter of my work. I know you’ve been having a bit of a rough time of it and I wanted to give you something extra special. I thought about making one massive scene but then decided it would be good to get you a little mix of sweet and spicy with your top fave boys. I really hope you enjoy this and I hope things get better soon!

Semi – Sweet

Despite Tendou’s claim of his inferiority regarding fashion, Semi rather enjoys shopping and taking you–his lovely and ever so sweet girlfriend–to all your favorite places is a treat for him.

“Try this one,” he says, handing you a long skirt, “it will look nice with that halter top I think.”

“You really should change professions, Eita, you’d make a great personal shopper,” you say with a giggle.

“This only works because I know you,” he draws you closer, tickling the small hairs of your ears as he whispers into it, “and your body so well.” He licks the rim making your knees turn to jelly.

With valiant effort, you push away, giving him a half scolding look and a huff of, “Eita, behave.”

He merely grins before turning back to the peruse the racks once more. When you have a sufficient number of items to warrant a trip to the dressing room, Eita finds them and guides you inside; “I’ll be here, just come out and show me the stuff,” he says taking a seat on one of the couches in the waiting area.

You nod, move inside and lock the stall door.

It’s a bit of a long process, first removing your own clothes then putting on and taking off the various frocks he’s found for you but it’s also fun. You laugh together at things that simply do not work (“What was I thinking? That color would look horid on anyone”) and he enjoys the squeals of delight you let out at finding things that look amazing.

All in all, it’s a successful trip, with you acquiring a good number of flowy shirts (“Sleeveless to show off your sexy arms”), short cut pants (“It’s a crime to cover up such sexy calves”) and a few dresses (“We’ll go to that new restaurant that just opened so I can show you off”).

By the end of the afternoon you’re both a bit beat, but happy, having enjoyed the time together. Semi decided to really spoil you by paying for it all despite your protests.

“It’s not a big deal, besides I don’t have anything I like spending money on more than you, so shush.”

Your pout makes him snicker, drawing you closer to his side, his lips finding your ear again; “Or if you’re really worried about it, you can thank me at home in the best suit you own.” He suckles your ear lobe; “Your birthday suit.”

Iwaizumi – Spicy

“And then he yelled at us and I was trying not to cry but it was just so frustrating because nobody is listening!”

Iwaizumi clenches his fist; how dare anyone treat you like this!

He gives your hand a squeeze then stands, rolling his shoulders and stretching.

You look at him, confused. Why isn’t he cuddling you? Holding you tight and telling you things will get better even though at the moment nothing feels like it will ever change?

“Hajime?”

He turns to look at you, his face a mask of thunder; “I’m gonna kick that bastard’s ass,” he says, voice low and dangerous.

But to your ears, it sounds delightful. You stand hurriedly, wrapping your arms around his neck and plant a long, hard kiss to his lips. Momentarily off guard, it takes him a second to react but then his hands are on your ass, lifting you up to wrap your legs around his waist, settling comfortably on his hips.

He breaks away, leaving a path of hot, wet, lewd kisses on your neck, destination: Cleavage Town.

You gasp as his tongue swirls over the top of your breasts, tilting your head back to give him better access, fire erupting in your veins at the violent tug he gives to one side of your loose collar t-shirt exposing your bra. He licks over your lace cover nipple, drawing it to an almost painful peak making you writhe and whimper; “Ha…Hajime… please… now….”

You feel his wicked, sharp grin against your skin, exhale a sigh of relief when he settles you back on the couch only to draw the breath back in a sharp inhale when he actually rips your shirt and bra clean off leaving your top half exposed.

“Damn minx, distracting me,” he growls, eyes roving appreciatively over your disheveled state, lips parted and slick from his kisses.

You give him a sly grin of your own; “I just thought of a better use for that energy. Plus, endorphins are good mood boosters you know.”

Iwaizumi chuckles as he removes his shirt, tight abs and perfect pecs coming into view making your mouth water. He grins at you licking your lips; “See something you like?”

You merely nod, crook your finger in a come hither motion that sends him to his knees. He leans forward, capturing your nipple with his lips and sucks, palming the other breast roughly drawing a moan of his name.

“I hope you’re ready baby,” he grunts, shirking off your shorts and drawing your legs around his head, settling between your thighs, “I’m gonna make you see so many stars, Shittykawa will be jealous.”

Your laughter morphs into a moan at his first lick. The angle is a bit awkward with you half lying on the couch but he makes you forget all about the discomfort, all about the asshole at work, all about anything but the feel of his tongue lapping at your creamy center.

Kiyoshi / Aomine – Blistering

It’s another blisteringly hot day sending you moaning to lay your head in the freezer. The relief is temporary and only for your face at best but at the moment it feels like heaven.

“Oi! Shut that door, the ice cream’ll melt!” Aomine’s voice calls from the couch.

You sigh, slamming the door and flop into a chair dramatically; “But it’s sooooo hot,” you whine. Your head tips back as you fan your face which does little good since all you have around you in hot air. The feel of more heat and wet against the side of your neck coupled with the press of a very hard and hot body against you makes you gasp.

Aomine swirls his tongue around the curve of your ear, his teeth nipping your lobe then doubles back to where it started on the side of your neck, lapping at your skin. One hand keeps him from laying his full weight upon you, gripping the edge of the chair, while the other slides under your shirt, up your stomach and lands on your braless breast, his fingers pinching the nipple.

“Daiki… fuck… it’s too… hot…” you pant, both from heat and from, well, heat.

“If you can’t beat the heat, fuck it,” he grunts, still working a good size hickey into your flesh.

“Damn it, Daiki, I can’t wear sweaters in this heat, you can’t mark me up there!” you protest, though your body betrays your pleas, your head tipping back to give him more access to overheated skin, your chest pressing harder into his own.

“What a sight to come home to.” Kiyoshi sounds amused as he goes through the motions of his homecoming routine: keys on the hook, shoes in the rack, bag in the bench; “Guess I’ll have to put these in the freezer for later.”

You hear the rustle of plastic, crack open your eyes and find he’s stopped by the little shop on the corner on his way home and brought back popsicles.

Aomine glances at the bag then back to you; “I can think of something less cold and much harder I want these pretty lips to wrap around.” His thumb trails over your bottom lip.

“Agreed but that would require much less clothing and perhaps a change in location? I was thinking… cold shower?” Kiyoshi suggests, the sound of silk sliding against silk signaling the removal of his tie.

“Usually I take a cold one to settle this down,” Aomine says palming at the front of his protruding nylon shorts, “but I think princess here is gonna pass out without any help from us if we don’t cool her down some.”

You nod, taking in deep breaths of hot oxygen and wishing for a random thunderstorm. Even a hot rain would be preferable to this heat wave.

Aomine stands, pulling you up with him and throw you over his shoulder; “Fuck you are soaked and not even in a fun way,” he complains.

“That’s what I’ve been trying to tell you, idiot,” you snap back.

Kiyoshi’s chuckle rumbles out drawing your attention to him. He’s remove his dress shirt, leaving him in slacks and an undershirt, the latter of which gets removed next and tossed into the hamper.

You mouth fuck and he gives you that wicked grin not too many people have seen; the one that turns your legs to jelly or rather, lets you know that’s what’s coming.

Aomine sets you down roughly, whipping off his shirt and pushing his shorts to the ground leaving him fully naked to your and Kiyoshi’s roving eyes. “Yeah, yeah, I know I’m gorgeous, can we get to dunking and fucking now?” Aomine asks.

You huff but remove your own clothes, tossing them to join Kiyoshi’s in the hamper, Aomine’s left on the floor because he can pick up his own shit thank you very much.

Kiyoshi removes his pants, then pulls you into his arms. He’s hot and sticky but you’re past the point of caring, especially when he’s kissing you like this, his tongue coiling round your own, sucking the tip. His fingers trail lightly over your skin making you shiver despite the extreme heat but the feel of his large hands cupping your breasts makes you melt once more.

The sound of water hits your ears just as Aomine’s hand smacks your ass; “Oi, get in here,” he grunts.

He all but tosses you into the shower, it’s frigid spray making you shriek but it feels so good. You allow the water to pound onto your face cooling it down. It heats right back up when you turn around, open your eyes and find your boyfriends kissing heavily, Aomine groping Kiyoshi’s fine ass while his own hands rake through Aomine’s short cropped hair.

“Fuck that’s hot,” you breathe.

Aomine pulls away, giving a grin; “Yeah, we know. You ready to join us princess?”

For answer, you shove your way between the two of them, surrounding yourself with hard, hot, and heavy, the smell of their musk thick in your nostrils but you love it. You lean up on tiptoes, catching Aomine’s mouth with yours, tugging his bottom lip between your teeth. Behind you, Kiyoshi’s hands find your ass, palming and kneading the flesh making you moan into Aomine’s mouth.

“Why do you have to be so damn short?” Aomine complains, pulling the tap to turn off the water and shoving you back out of the shower, cutting off your sounds of protest with another searing kiss.

He hoists you up, carrying you to the bed and heedless of your still wet body dumps you on it, covering you with kisses.

You reach for Kiyoshi only to find him seated in the chair you’d placed in the bedroom for the times one of you just want to watch. He sees your pout and smiles; “It’s too hot for both of us baby, I don’t want you to overheat. Let Aomine take care of you, I like watching.”

That little admission has you heating up no matter what and you moan against the feel of Aomine’s teeth against the side of your throat. Against your skin he asks, “Front or back?” His question, you know, isn’t for you; it’s for Kiyoshi. The fact he even asks shows how far he’s come in curbing some of his innate selfishness since the three of you initially got together.

“Front, I wanna see her pretty face when she comes,” Kiyoshi replies, lazily stroking his half hard cock.

“Sounds good,” Aomine agrees, roughly placing you into position on hands on knees. His fingers trail over your pussy, rubbing your clit; “So wet baby, you want it that bad? You want my cock? You want me to fuck you, let Kiyoshi watch you fall apart?”

“Yes, fuck me please Daiki,” you moan.

“As you wish princess.” He presses the tip of his dick to your entrance, levels himself then pushes forward, bottoming out.

“Fuck!” you scream.

“That’s the idea,” Aomine chuckles. His hand wraps in your hair, tugging your head up. “Open your eyes, give Kiyoshi the show he so desperately wants.” You comply but it’s half hearted. Kiyoshi’s looking at the two of you with such open desire it makes your heart burn. Aomine sees it too; “Yeah, look at him, look how hard he is for you, for us. We’re making him feel good just by being together, isn’t that awesome? Look at that dick, don’t you just wanna lick it, let him fuck your face?”

“Yes, please,” your eyes meet Kiyoshi’s, “Teppei, let me suck your cock, please.”

“Well since you asked so nicely,” he says, standing and making his way to the bed.

Aomine repositions you to a better angle, releases your hair to allow your head to fall forward. You mouth at Kiyoshi’s cock, slicking it up with your tongue before drawing him eagerly in, filling your mouth as much as you can.

“Fuck that’s so hot,” Aomine breathes into your ear, watching as you suck.

Kiyoshi grunts, runs one hand through your hair to gather it at the nape of your neck while the other you know is rubbing over Aomine’s. The sound of wet, sloppy kisses fills your ears mixing well with the slick of your lips sliding over Kiyoshi’s dick. A wet pop, then your head is roughly tugged up, Kiyoshi’s tongue invading your mouth as he kisses you breathless, all while Aomine fucks into you, his hand smacking your ass for good measure.

“You look so beautiful,” Kiyoshi compliments, trailing a delicate touch over your cheek; “I love you.”

“I… love you… too,” you gasp; “And you Daiki, I… I love… I love you!”

Aomine keeps pounding, bringing himself to completion and filling you up.

He pulls out, spilling cum on the bedspread. Kiyoshi licks his lips, flips you to your back and buries his face between your legs. It doesn’t take him long to make you come, focusing all the attention of his tongue to your clit, lapping up the mess left by your and Aomine’s fuck fest.

Your legs are still shaking, your whole body is really, when you finally come back down to earth and watch with hazed eyes the sight of Aomine Daiki on his knees of all places sucking down Kiyoshi’s cock.

Kiyoshi’s fingers clench Aomine’s hair, tugging roughly as he pistons himself in his mouth; it’s much rougher than when he’s with you.

“Fu… fuck Daiki, your mouth’s good for some else beside running.”

Aomine mumbles something that sounds like “shut up” but his mouth is full of dick you so can’t be sure.

You’re still over sensitive but this sight is too good not to be fully enjoyed and you find your fingers pressing against your clit, rubbing in soft, slow circles at first until you can’t help but match the rhythm of Aomine’s bobbing head.

“That’s it, make yourself cum,” Kiyoshi groans watching you touch yourself, the commentary both for your and Aomine’s benefit; “Rub that clit, let me see how much watching Daiki letting me fuck his face turns you on.”

“Teppei… Daiki… fu… fuck!” You come again and so does Kiyoshi, pulling out to spray his load on Aomine’s chest.

The three of you stay motionless, you on your back, Kiyoshi standing and Aomine on his knees.

It’s the latter who says, “Now we really do need a shower.”

Hey! I️ hope you’re doing well. Your writing has improved so much and I’m excited to see what content you come up with! DONT FORGET TO TAKE CARE OF YOURSELF!! Now if you don’t mind maybe prompt 3 with Akashi? Hehehe I’m a sucker for him…

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KUMIKOOOO I MISSED U TY LOVE I HOPE URE DOING EVEN BETTER AND EATING WELL! STAY HYDRATED AT ALL TIMES U HEAR ME!

i hope you enjoy your 3

It’s truly scary how in only one mere moment a person reveals a side of theirs you never knew existed, a side you never thought you would ever have to face, not from them—not from him. And in that moment, you start to doubt everything there is about them.

It’s as if that moment had changed everything you thought you knew about them, your mind feels clouded and your heart feels conflicted. With both of them unable to comprehend what’s going on, you’re left to drown in the uncertainty.

If you really knew Akashi then how did it come to this? How are you on the ground right now with nothing but a menacing aura standing over you and a throbbing cheek.

Your heart was beating at a fast rate you didn’t know it was capable of and all color was drained out of you except for the redness in your cheek.

Without a doubt your cheek painfully throbbed—hurting like hell but it was nothing compared to the pain in your heart, the arrow that was brutally shot right through it the second he laid his hand on you.

“_____” your name was the only thing Akashi could mouth as he watched your figure crumble in front of him as if you’ve seen a ghost.

It was safe to say Akashi had let his feelings get the best of him. He never meant for this to happen. The two of you weren’t having the best days together lately, he’s highly aware of that but he never knew it affected him this much.

To the point where he felt like his words only weren’t enough.

He didn’t know what to do with himself right now. What were the two of you even fighting about, he doesn’t know anymore nor does he want to. All he wants right now is to fall on his knees and beg for your forgiveness.

And then make sure to torment himself for as long as he can for hurting the one person who’ve always been there for him even when his own father did not want to.

Oh, how would his mother feel looking down on him right now. Laying his hand on the person he should love and protect. On the same person that loves him more than anything and anyone.

A disgrace, that’s what he is.

No, disgrace alone doesn’t even cut how sickening he truly is. Everyone was right all along, he really must be a two-faced monster.

Kneeling, he tries touching the cheek he violently tainted with his hand in the utmost gentle touch he can afford only to have you smack his hand away and immediately take a few steps back.

“H…h-how could you?” you faltered.

Mustering up whatever strength you still have in your knees, you stand up. You look at him with nothing but fear and most of all disappointment. In an instant all the trust you had in him was broken, just like the promise he made you.

“I’ll never hurt you, I promise.”

Bullshit. If that was a lie then who knows what other lies he’ve told you? If he couldn’t even keep the promise that was supposed to be done so easily when it comes to the person you love then why should you stay.

“I-” He spoke.

“Funny how I thought you’d be my hero, my knight in shining armor when right now, you’re the thing I’m most afraid of.” you spat, interrupting him.

That was the last he ever heard or saw from the person that could have been his all.

Very good if very sad! You wrote the scene beautifully.

Imayoshi, Takao, Nash, Haizaki, Kiyoshi, and Aomine in a friends with benefits imagine where the reader breaks off the relationship because she’s afraid she’s falling in love with them. She doesn’t want to be in a relationship with someone who doesn’t love her back, since she’s afraid of becoming clingy and making them hate her. The guy notices how amazing they had it after she’s gone. What would they do to get her back?

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Word count: 1,307

↳Requested by: Xaki

Aomine Daiki: Aomine didn’t expect things to be this hard. He’s always been the type of guy that believes things are going to fall into his lap, because it’s not often that he has to really try for anything. Yet, ever since the day you left, he’s found himself looking for something he can’t find. Aomine catches his reflection in the mirror, noticing how the lines of his face has shifted into hardness. He looks worn and ragged, an image indicative of his albatross. He exhales a shaky sigh, knowing that there’s only one conclusion to quell the incessant ache laced in each heartbeat that rattles the cages of his chest.

You find Aomine on your front porch, his back pressed against a weather-worn railing. He doesn’t need to look up to know that you’re in his presence. He’d been with you too long.

“I know why you left,” he drawls, “and I get that you were scared.” He lifts his head to meet your eyes, sincerity swimming in his sapphire pools. “But I can’t just live with that.” He pushes himself to his feet, stepping forward to grip your shoulders in strong hands. “I know this wasn’t supposed to happen, but I’m not afraid of falling in love with you. Come home, ____.”

Haizaki Shōgo: Haizaki calls you three times without success before smashing his phone against the table in frustration. The screen cracks, but he’s lost too many objects to his temper to put real force behind the action. He winces as he licks a split in his lip, lost to the myriad of thoughts swimming in his head. He slants his gaze to the clock on the wall, deciding that it’s still early enough to make a trip to your house.

You nearly scream when you enter your room to find Haizaki sitting on the edge of your bed. His hair is sticking up in several directions, still black from when he dyed it. There’s deep bags under his eyes, and a bruise along the line of his left cheekbone. When he meets your gaze, there’s something in his expression that forces your responsive anger to leave your body.

“I can’t sleep,” he starts, pausing long enough to make you wonder if he’s finished. “I can’t eat. Hell, I can’t even jerk myself off – I can’t go for two fucking seconds without thinking about you.” He swallows his pride and drops to his knees, clutching your hands in his own. “I don’t care if I have to go to Hell and back for you, but please – don’t make me live without you anymore.”

Imayoshi Shōichi: Imayoshi waits for you get off the bus, knowing that you arrive home at approximately the same time every evening. The sky holds the threat of rain, clouds shifting into the promise of a chilly night, but he doesn’t care. He watches as you draw near, creeping out of the shadows to greet you. You see the glint of a streetlamp reflect off his glasses, the lenses turning opaque until he closes the distance between you.

“I miss you.” It’s all he says, before he crushes the air between your bodies, sealing the small distance with a kiss. His lips are warm and familiar, carving his name into your mouth. You try to pull away, but his hands find your hips, tugging you against his frame. You close your eyes, wishing for him to stop, while caving under the comfort of his affection. When he breaks the kiss, the totality of your submission is clear in the way he has to catch your weight.

“You missed me too,” he notes. He looks at the sky, which is starting to open up. “I was thinking – this place is getting pretty old. I’m not interested in rotting here like the rest of my inheritance, so I’m taking you away with me.”

Kiyoshi Teppei: Kiyoshi paces the length of his apartment, still in his clothes from the night before. He cards his fingers through his hair, heaving a sigh of listless defeat. He checks the clock on the wall, wondering if it would be safe to leave yet. His eyes slide over to the dishes in the sink, the result of a meal made for two out of habit. A surge of despair cuts through his chest, forcing his anxiety into physical motion. He grabs his jacket and hurries out of his apartment, skipping several stairs on the way to the front exit.

When you turn around to find Kiyoshi waiting for you, visible through glass windows, you feel your heart skip into nervous overdrive. You check the time, noticing that your shift has come to an end. You grab your things and brace yourself for whatever he has to say before stepping outside.

Kiyoshi’s demeanor plays at calm collection, when in reality, his nerves are wrapped around barbed wire. He presents a bouquet of flowers to you, unable to hide the tremble in his fingers. “I know this is a bit intrusive, showing up at your job and all, but I was hoping that we could talk about the fact that I’m in love with you.”

Nash Gold Jr.: Nash rolls over in bed, punching the pillow for lack of sleep. He opens his eyes and blinks through darkness, reaching across the bed to find it empty. Again. He casts his blankets aside, storming out of his room in irritation. He makes his way into the bathroom, clinging to the edge of a sink with a white-knuckled grip. He tells himself that you’re not this important, that you’re not capable of unraveling him like this – but he knows. He knows that you’re the reason for his sleepless nights, for his missed shots, and the cradle of loneliness that rocks pain into his chest.

You close your locker, ignoring the loud chatter of students lining the halls of your university. You find that getting through the day is more difficult now; it drains your focus like the tears you’ve shed over the last few nights. You start down the hall, crashing into the very cause of your distraction. You open your mouth, but Nash is quick to pin you against a nearby wall between the cages of his arms.

“I know that we never agreed to see each other. I know that you just wanted someone to fuck, but it’s getting really hard to spend my nights alone not understanding why you left. I want you to come home and I’m not taking no for an answer.”

Takao Kazunari: Takao has seen enough cheesy American movies to put some pretty ridiculous ideas in his head. So when the sound of a homemade mix-tape echoes outside your window, you know there’s only one person behind the embarrassing performance. You sigh and chide yourself when you realize that you’re smiling. You step outside to the vociferous roar of a love song, crinkled by waves of static from low quality speakers.

“I was hoping you’d come outside,” he shouts, fighting with the volume of the boombox. He drops down on one knee, and for a moment steel panic shoots through your heart.“ I always knew I cared for you, but I didn’t think it would be this hard to live without you. That’s why I came here to win you back. Is it working?” Takao beams, lifting a hand to silence your answer. “Wait, I’ve got one more thing.”

You eye him curiously, flinching when his voice cuts through the chorus with strident intensity. You shake your head, pinching the bridge of your nose in amused disbelief. “I’m not going to stop until you go back out with me!” Takao yells. “I’ve got twenty songs on this mix and this is just the first!”

Pure gold!

53: “ It’s lonely here without you. ” with Kiyoshi and Riko!! Thank you!

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“The doctor said I could start practicing within two weeks,” Kiyoshi’s smile was the brightest Riko had seen it in awhile.

She missed that smile. She missed the taste of Kiyoshi’s lips. Riko hid under her crossed arms to conceal her pinking cheeks.

“I’m sorry, I must be boring you, huh Riko?”

“Huh? Ah, no!” Riko shook her head. She propped her body onto her elbows and her chin in palm. Kiyoshi missed that pout. “Don’t push yourself too much. You promised to come back stronger.”

The corners of his lips curved a bit. Riko didn’t miss a thing when it came to Kiyoshi.

“Hm? What is it?” Kiyoshi’s look softened. “Why the long face?”

“You truly are scary, Riko,” Kiyoshi’s laugh thundered through the webcam.

“Idiot,” Riko grumbled. She tilted her head with a smile while she waited for her answer.

“It’s lonely here without you,” Kiyoshi confessed with his eyes away from the webcams, scratching at the side of his pink cheeks. “That’s really all. I just miss you.”

How is Kiyoshi always full of surprises?

“Ah, could you be lonely too?” Kiyoshi teased a little too loud.

“Huh?!” Riko blurted out.

She tried to look away from her camera view. Riko already knew what a mess she must look like. Kiyoshi was the only one to ever make her lose her mind. She never liked the look on her.

It was killing her eyes to not look into her camera’s view. Riko looked away with pouting lips.

“Of course I’ve been lonely without you,” Riko was able to have a small laugh to finally see Kiyoshi at a loss for words. “Idiot.”

So sweet! Thank you for writing it!

Kuroko – Snuggle Honey

ASKS:

“You come to my room and wake me up at 4am, to cuddle?” With Kuroko!

How about Kuroko, “You’re lucky you’re cute”

I felt these two worked well together.

You know this is a bad idea. Kuroko has been exhausted – you both have – trying to adjust to your first year as university students. But you can’t help it, you miss him too much and tomorrow is going to be another long, responsibility filled day that you just don’t think you can face without some time with him. Even if you’re both unconscious.

The hinges squeak and you wince but you’ve come too far to stop now. Gingerly you step further into his room, each sound feeling like it’s intensified ten times in the near silence. Finally you reach your goal and gently pull the covers back to make way next to your somehow still slumbering boyfriend.

It isn’t easy but you manage to get all the way horizontal, spooning your back to his front. Just when you think you’re home free you hear his sleepy voice say, “You come to my room and wake me up at 4:00 AM to cuddle?”

“I just…I’m sorry. I couldn’t sleep and I missed you and-”

His arm snakes around your waist, drawing you completely flush to himself. Through a yawn he says, “You’re lucky you’re cute, ____-chan.” Then he’s back to sleep, but with a smile on his face.

Aomine – If I can’t have you…

ASK: slight aomomo scenario when she says “It hurt when you said you didn’t love me, but it hurt even more when you fell in love with _____.” (aomine just loves momoi’s best friend (reader) ) thanks Jade!

Aomine’s shoulders ached with a tenseness he hadn’t felt in a long time; he was nervous. His foot bounced under the table, knee jostling the cup of coffee he didn’t even want. With a huff, he grabbed it, stood and chucked it in the trash. No sense in making his stomach more upset.

The chime of the bell above the door to the cafe he sat in drew his attention to it and he felt his throat clench; there she was.

Her eyes found his quickly but the smile she sent was strained; was this even a good idea? Within he shook his head. This was his best friend he was looking at, the person who’d stood by him through so much shit of his own making he wondered at her sanity sometimes. No matter the result of this meeting, he had to see things through.

He owed her that much.

Awkwardly he stood, unsure if he should hug her but she saved him the trouble by patting his back as she walked to the vacant chair across from his own and sat. He followed suit, retaking his seat, hands clenching together on the table top. He hated vulnerability but she’d always been able to read him like a book anyway, so he might as well not add to his plight by working to keep a facade they both knew would crumble anyway.

They stared at each other for a few seconds, both uncertain where or even how to start.

“You look…nice,” Aomine tried, unsure of the words as soon as they left his mouth.

Satsuki smiled again, a delicate blush on her cheeks. “Thanks,” she said quietly.

And then the silence returned.

Finally Aomine took a breath and began, “Look, Satsuki, I don’t know what-”

“It’s not your fault, it’s me, Daiki,” she interrupted.

He fell quiet, trying to be patient, trying to give her the time she needed to say what she’d come here to say. Finally she inhaled deeply, but kept her eyes on the table, unable to meet his as she confessed, “It just…it hurt when you said you didn’t love me, but it hurt even more when you fell in love with _______.”

Aomine’s chest burned, his heart beating rapidly against his rib cage. What was he supposed to say to that? She went on hurriedly, “Which is, of course, not your fault. You can’t help how you feel, I just…I couldn’t stay and watch. It hurt too much.”

“And what about me? What about _____? You think it didn’t hurt us when you just fucking disappeared?” Aomine tried to keep the anger out of his voice but as usual he couldn’t manage but be anything except brutally honest.

Satsuki took in a shaky breath and forced herself to look him in the eye. “I know it was wrong but I just…I had to be selfish. I had to get away because there was no way I could watch the boy – the man – I’d fallen in love with love someone else.” She stood, wrapping her jacket tighter around her body. “I’d hope time away would dull the pain but seeing you-”

She cut herself off with a choked sob, tucking her chin down and running to the door. Aomine watched her go, every ounce of him screaming to give chase, but he knew it would be fruitless. Just as he couldn’t help how he felt about the two most important women in his life, he knew Satsuki couldn’t help how she felt about him and forcing her to stay would just make everyone more miserable.

With a grunt, he stood, took one last look at the cafe that had been their safe haven and walked out, never to return again.

Kiyoshi Teppei – Good Enough

Sentence Prompt Request: Kiyoshi with “Am I not good enough?” With the reader asking that. You can end it however. It can be angsty or fluffy at the end. Thank you!

“I just,” he looked away, seeming to gather strength which looked odd on someone so big. He forced his eyes to yours. “I just need to go back.”

The words hit you like a freight train. Your heart hurt, ached with pain comparable to being stabbed and no less deadly.

He was better. So much so, apparently, that he felt called back to the court. To his team. To Japan.

Away from you.

“Am I-,” your voiced cracked under the strain of your hurt. You swallowed, blinking back tears. “Am I not good enough?”

Kiyoshi’s eyes welled with his own tears. He shook his head, loosening them to roll down his cheeks. “It’s not that, but-”

“Bullshit, Kiyoshi!” you spat, anger suddenly flooding your chest. He recoiled at your hostility, widened eyes releasing more tears. “If I was enough for you, you wouldn’t need them! Or is it…her?” You’d heard so much about Seirin, so much about Riko, that you couldn’t help the accusation falling from parted lips panting for breath as the weight of grief settled against your chest.

Kiyoshi faltered, hands outstretched seemingly to draw you close but you took a step back, fumbling for the door knob but you weren’t quick enough and his hands settled on your shoulders. But what you once fondly thought of as anchors – as security – felt like vices squeezing pain deep into your bones.

“________, please, look at me. I don’t want to leave with things like this, I don’t want..I’m not ending anything, I just need to be there.”

You looked up at him, pain burning in your eyes. “It won’t work.”

“Why? Why can’t we try?” he asked, voice low, trying for persuasion.

You shook your head, turned the knob and opened the door to step out of his embrace and into the cold, empty hall. “Because I know me. Plus, if I wasn’t good enough for you to stay, I won’t be good enough for you when you’re gone.”

Before he could protest further you turned and ran, tears finally flowing free.

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

imagine-knb:

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.