#knb midorima

[byproducts-of-my-imagination]

nsfw knb part 1: (Akashi, Midorima, Murasakibara, Aomine)

Thank you for the request, the other half kuroko, kagami, kise (the kkk?!?) will be up in a few days. knb was my first sports anime that I fell in love with. Takao supremacy.

Akashi: 

He is very dominant in bed and gets off on a sense of control.  It does matter to him if you are feeling good though, and Akashi checks in regularly to make sure you’re still on board. 

Both personalities like bondage. Seeing you all helpless and needy is a major turn on for him.  Akashi usually keeps a tight lid on his alter ego, but it does slip out in the bedroom sometimes. 

Heterochromic Akashi greedily claims you as his prize, methodically stripping you of your dignity. 

Akashi secretly likes exhibition, but will never let anyone actually see either of you vulnerable.  

He insisted on binding you for a generation of miracles reunion.  The rope harness under your clothes dug into you, as you tried to look as normal as possible.  Suddenly you were aware of everyone’s gazes and praying they wouldn’t hear the soft vibration coming from under your clothes.  “Be a good girl.” he whispers, turning the vibrations a degree higher.  It’s likely no one suspects a thing, but it still feels like everyone can see right through you.  Akashi carries on as usual, but the hungry looks he gives you feel like he’s lighting a beacon for everyone to see.

Midorima:

Midorima is repressed as all hell and tries to control himself and be proper, but as soon as he slides in you he can’t stop himself from pounding into you relentlessly.  

Is not one to curse in his day to day life, but has a dirty mouth and spews profanity in the bedroom.

He holds a strong conviction that you are meant to be his, and will never let you go.

Eye contact is a thing for him, he likes to stare at you and the expressions you make.

While daydreaming, the idea of pictures popped in his head, but he was too embarrassed to bring it up and he hasn't worked up the courage yet.

“You’re tight,” he hisses, as he slides all the way in.  His fingers are leaving indents in your thighs as he pulls you up instinctively, forgetting everything except the urge to go deeper, to be inside of you. 

“Fuck! S-stop clenching like that…  feels too good” 

Aomine: 

motherfucker can't keep his hands to himself.  I think that as he grows older and matures his love of big boobs dies down to just a love of all boobs.  He still likes them big of course, but he learns to appreciate all sizes of boobs. 

Will lay his head on your chest to nap, making you unable to do much besides scroll on your phone.  Withholding sex is a great way to motivate him, but when he finally has you after being pent up he’s 10x more aggressive.  

Oddly though Aomine is more on the vanilla side of things. He likes rough sex but has no notable kinks. It would be more accurate to say that the only real sexual need he has is a soft and squeezable body.

"Baby... please lemme fuck you I can't take it anymore my cock is about to bust out of my pants!" He's already got one hand down his pants, the other undoing his belt.

"For the last time, no! We both need to finish our work! We can have sex afterwards." Unfinished emails and documents sit in front of you, as you literally push your horny boyfriend off of you.

Murasakibara:

lazy mf doesnt want to do shit but he’s fucking enormous.  His favorite pastime is eating you out over and over until you’re properly ready to take his cock.  It's not a problem for him because he loves to eat you out if he’s in the mood. 

The oral fixation is real.

He is easy to rile up and prone to childish jealousy, feeling the need to stake his claim on you at the slightest hint of competition.  Of course nobody in their right mind would pick a fight with him, but he still perceives anyone you talk to as a threat.  He doesn't want to share your attention with anyone.

If you want sex, you gotta get him in the mood. If he wants sex he's picking you up and hauling you to the nearest room with a lock on the door. You've been unceremoniously kidnapped several times already.

It's always a little scary when your boyfriend is in a foul mood. The inkling of fear turns both of you on though.

"I told you, he wasn’t flirting with me!  He wasn’t even talking to me!"

"He was looking at you. I could tell he wanted to fuck you." His voice is lower than usual, eyes narrowing to a glare. He inches closer, tying up his hair as he goes.

"Atsushi, I can take care of myself." A nervous wobble creeps into your voice though, and he backs you into a wall. His frame fills your line of sight, as he looms over you.

"No. My job is to take care of you."

[kleftiko]

Can I request a cute oneshot for Midorima x reader with forehead touching?

❦ FOREHEAD TOUCHES

cw: none, this is fluff

when i was little, my dad used to put our foreheads together so we’d look like cyclopses and say, “you have my eye” lol

he’s relaxing on the couch, legs stretched out, book in his hand, today’s lucky item sitting on the coffee table beside him. the novel was one of your favourites, but he has been staring at the same page for the past 10 minutes because his attention is really on you.

“please?”

“no.”

“why not?”

he sighs and pinches the bridge of his nose. “you make your own money.”

“but you make more than me.” you retaliate.

“i’m not buying you a cart full of clothes when you make more than enough to pay for it yourself!” he snaps a bit, but that doesn’t bug you one bit.

instead, you climb onto his lap, straddling him as you put on a pout and try again. “pretty please? what’s the point in being rich if you don’t spoil your s/o?”

dramatically, midorima drops the book, letting it bounce onto the floor as his gives your puppy-dog eyes a stern glare. unfortunately for him, your begging face is one of his weaknesses, and he’s pretty sure his horoscope mentioned cancers being susceptible today.

he sighs again and closes his eyes to block out your cute face.

“are you just with me for my money?” he jokes and you laugh, that beautiful sound that he adores and that always brings a smile to his face.

he feels the weight of your forehead press against his, your soft breath fanning his face and smelling of toothpaste.

“please?” you whisper, barely audible, hand coming up to his cheek and lightly brushing your fingers over his skin.

he hums, finally giving in.

“take my card.” his voice is husky, almost like he was falling asleep.

“thank you,” he hears the smile in your voice before his lips are given a sweet kiss.

eyes finally open as you get off of him, and his love struck gaze is back on you as you skip out the room.

“but order some pad thai when you’re done,” he calls and watches you turn back to him. “‘m hungry.”

“of course,” you grin, “whatever you want.”

[madammidnightsblog]

Shutoku Eating Out

warning : eating out, vibrator, 69, mommy kink, teasing, begging, dacryphilla, praise kink

Takao

You laid down on the bed, a vibrator pusher deep inside of you as you weakly thrusted your hips forward into Takao's hand as he sat on your face, your tongue deep in his ass and slowly fucking into his small hole which has him moaning softly. His hips gently grinded into your mouth, pushing your tongue further as you thrusted it and swirled the wet muscle around his puckering hole before pushing it back, which made his moans grow in volume. His thumb drew circles on your puffy clit as his other hand thrusted the you in your sopping pussy, licking his lips as he watched how strings of your wetness was attached to the toy would grow thicker with each thrust, loving the lewd squelch your cunt made as it sunk into you.

"More please Mama." He mewls as you sucked and licked his hole.

Giving his cheek a small nip, you pressed a kiss to the twitching hole, "As you wish Princess." His face heated up by the pet name before grinding more onto your face as your tongue was pressed flatly to his hole.

Otsubo

"Do you deserve it, hm?" You hovered your hips over his mouth, watching how his eyes were becoming glossy as he pouted up at you, wanting you to lower your cunt to give him a taste.

A deep whine left his throat as you began to sway your hips, never lower them for him and it only made him more upset when your pussy started to drip onto his face from watching him grow desperate, "I do. I do. I do. So please let me taste you Mama! I've been a good boy all week for you so please let me eat your pussy!" He began to cry, throwing his pride away as he grew frustrated at how close but yet so far away your pussy was.

Chuckling at how needy he was, you gave in and lowered your hips which he eagerly licked his lips before sticking his tongue out and pressed it flatly to the puffy lower lips of yours, dragging them up and flicking the tip of his tongue on your clit. Letting out small gasps with every flick he gave your clit and slowly grinded down on it while your hands buried themselves into his hair and gently tugged on it. It felt so good to have his hot mouth and tongue on your pussy after a long day at school and you felt the tension in your muscles disappear with every lick he gave you. He moaned into your pussy at the sweet taste of you before making out sloppy with your dripping entrance, tongue scooping your sweet juices before sucking harshly at the entrance which made your hips jolt forward, catching your clit on his nose which made you moan.

Midorima

Your dripping cunt hovered over his face as you both tried to get in position, having him lay comfortably before wrapping your pretty lips around the tip of his dick to give it a small suck which made him yelp in shock. His face heated in embarrassment before pushing his glasses up the bridge of his nose, averting his eyes as your pussy was on full display and that was all it took for his dick to twitch and you giggled slightly at how he started to ramble about how it's not what it looks like. To shut him up, you sat on his face and gently grinded down on his lips and chin to tease him before his large hands grabbed your ass and his tongue shyly teased your glistening folds. A deep groan left his throat at the familiar taste on his tongue, eyes flutter shut as he dips his tongue further the folds while his thumbs came down to keep them spread so he could flick and swirl his tongue around your clit.

"You were made to eat pussy weren't you baby." You moaned as you let spit drip onto his dick before slowly jerking it off as his tongue moved skillfully on your aroused bud.

Opening his eyes slightly, he watched how your clit throbbed with every slight touch with his tongue and how your entrance clenched around nothing, "Only yours." He moaned.

Miyaji

"Mommy can you please..," his face was a bright red as he looked down at the floor, hands fumbling with the hem of his shirt in embarrassment, "C.. Can you please... Si.. Sit on my face!" He was a stuttering mess, embarrassed by his desire for you but he couldn't help but want your plush thighs caging his face.

A shock expression graced your once tired face at such a bold question from him. He was usually cool and secretive when it came to such desires so it shocked you to see him this upfront but nevertheless you gave him what he wanted, placing your wet sex on his face as he laid on the couch. His hands held your ass, giving it soft squeezes as he moans into your pussy, his tongue lazily licking up to your clit before giving the small bud slowly circles then sucking on it softly which had your hands running through his hair as you leaned your head back and moaned out praises. He loved every second of being under you, his lust hooded eyes looked up at you to see you in pure bliss which melted his embarrassment as he watched your bare breasts on display, the perky nipples of yours decorated with heart shaped piercings always made his dick throb. Moving his tongue lower, he teased your dripping entrance by slightly pushing the tip of his wet muscle in before pulling out repeatedly which made you look down at him with a small pout.

"It's not nice to tease a baby boy so please push it all the way in. Mommy wants you to make her cum all over your pretty face baby, make Mommy cum good and she'll reward you." You moaned as his eyes glossed over with need, wanting to do his best to get what was promised and to hear you moan out praises to him.

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[ballblender]

Could I request some headcanons for GoM + Kiyoshi helping their scared s/o on the train? I’ve never been on one before and I’d be so nervous. Death grip on their hands fr

a/n: Thanks for the ask!! I'll also include Kagami if that's okay! :) Btw anon, i recommend trying out the train (unless you live rural and far away from a station, or already know how to drive lol), it's honestly so convenient :) also jshdghd they might ooc because i honestly haven't watched the show in almost a year

GoM + Kiyoshi comforting their scared S/O on the train

cw: fluff, gn reader, idk - trains???, not proofread, my writing is never proofread LOL

Kuroko

"Y/N...what are you doing?"

It's a strange sight to see his usually smiley and happy partner currently cowering as the train rumbles. The carriage is full of passengers, standing tall above the pair.

"Don't laugh but, I...I don't use the train very often...or ever, at that."

Kuroko's face contorts to confusion.

"...so, this must be scary for you, right, Y/N?" Kuroko asks, smiling reassuringly as you bod in response.

"That's okay, I'm here with you. Just hold my hand."

He wasn't expecting you to grab onto him like he was your saviour, but giggled softly anyway.

He kisses your cheek, whispering how he'll have to take you out on dates more often so you can get used to the train.

Kagami

(having a little liberty this time since he wasn't technically part of the ask)

When your boyfriend told you that he'd show you around America, you were excited, as you should've been. Not much about the place seemed to matter to you right now though, as you stand, cramped up in the damp-smelling train of the New York City Subway.

Kagami himself appears unfazed by the way the carriage rumbles, the random coughing from every direction, the flickering lights, not even the rat licking up an old coffee stain on the floor.

"Taiga..."

"Yeah, what's up?"

"...I-I wasn't prepared for America to be this...how do i put it...ratholey?

Kagami laughs out loud, smiling broadly.

"That's a good way to describe New York."

You chuckle along with him, each other's laughter serving as a better light than whatever was short-circuiting above you both.

You hold his hand, and he holds yours, resting his palm on your thigh, as he rubs your knee with his thumb.

"LA is better than this, I promise."

Aomine

"Idiot...why are you scared?"

You can practically feel Aomine's mocking smirk forming, even if your eyes are shut and your face is buried in his chest.

"I don't use trains...you know I walk to school..."

Aomine's eyes roll as he sighs.

"Well, better get used to it now, or how are you gonna live in this city as an adult?"

It's these occasional moments of wisdom that draw you to Aomine. Until he of course ruins it.

"Unless you want me to piggyback you everywhere like a baby."

"Shut up."

He chuckles, stroking a few loose strands of your hair from your face.

"Kidding. I'm not gonna break my back carrying your ass."

You huff in annoyance at his comment, your hands finding his as your face buries into his chest even harder. He chuckles, squeezing your hand and kissing the crown of your head.

"I told you to shut up."

Midorima

"Oha Asa predicted (Your Star Sign) would not suffer any misfortunes today, you shouldn't worry." Midorima says this so matter-of-factly, it's scary.

"I-I know that...but it's still scary, Shin."

Midorima casually wraps a hand around your shoulder and pulls you slightly closer to him.

"You really should travel by train more often. In the future, what if a job you want requires you to travel by train? Don't be scared." he says his last sentence with a little smile, an uncharacteristic one at that, yet you find it so endearing.

Midorima has always been like this, acting less like a boyfriend, and more like a proper spouse, a husband you can share anything with, and be free of judgement, well, except from Oha Asa's.

You then feel him slip a small bangle onto your wrist.

"Your lucky item today is a silver bangle. But, I want you to wear it whenever you go on a train, okay? In fact, wear it everywhere, then I'll be with you."

You look down at the bangle, admiring the small 'M' engraved along it.

"I will...I'll wear it all the time. Thank you, Shin."

As he takes hold of your hand, you suppress a giggle; he'd already given you your lucky item earlier that day, a animal eraser. He must've been looking for an excuse to spoil you.

Murasakibara

The carriage rumbling: the murmurs of students: the ringing of phones. It was a lot to take in, especially since the last time you used the train was when you were a kid.

It especially didn't help that your giant of a boyfriend was crunching on snacks, the sound only adding to your unease.

"Mmph...this flavour's nice."

"Atsushi."

He turns to you and swallows the mouthful.

"Yeah, Y/N?"

"Could you...hold my hand?"

"Ehh? But how will I eat my snacks?"

"...use your other hand."

"But that hand's for holding the bag!"

This little dispute carries on for a while until he suggests, and you (hesitantly) decide to sit on his lap, perched on his thighs as he continues chomping away.

Weirdly, you do feel safe. Too bad you'll be getting crumbs all over you.

Kise

"So then my boss told me that-"

Although Kise is great at telling his stories, both about his modeling work and about Kasamatsu's never-ending impatience with him, you truly couldn't care less in this moment.

Your shoulders press together as the carriage shakes. The contact is hot and unpleasant, despite Kise's joyful face.

Your forehead begins to sweat, the air in the train is damp and humid.

"Kise, c-can you stop talking for just a second?"

"E-eh? Why? I was just getting to the good part!"

"I really don't feel well..."

Upon your words, Kise looks up at the announcement bar, and grabs your hand.

"Come on, Y/N, let's get off at this station."

"Huh? This isn't our stop though..."

He chuckles, the train coming to a stop, as he leads you out.

"I can't have you fainting on me! Let's cool down with a drink or something, my treat!"

You smile at the offer.

"Alright."

Akashi

While you and Akashi would usually walk together, or get rides in his limo, today he decided to use the train. You honestly didn't question it, Akashi always had his reasons for doing what he did.

What you forgot, however, was that you've never actually been on the train before.

It's more...suffocating than you were imagining, despite passing by the beautiful hills and landscapes. Akashi is drawn to them, staring out of the window with a small smile painted across his face.

You, however, can't ignore the other passengers. The sneezing lady, the sniffling office worker, the crying baby. It's a lot all at once.

"Y/N? ...What are you doing?"

You realize that, subconsciously, you covered your ears with your hands.

"Ah, sorry."

"...Do you not like the train?"

"...I...i've just never been on one before..."

A slight silence forms between the two of you.

Akashi's fingers slowly find yours.

As your hands squeeze together, you know it'll be alright.

Kiyoshi

You're with the rest of the Seirin team, walking back from a game (Kiyoshi managed to convince Riko to let you watch from the bench), when Riko rounds up everybody to get their attention.

"Okay everybody! We have to meet up early tomorrow, so let's get the next train out of here."

Everybody nods in agreement, and you realise, you've never actually been on a train before. Kiyoshi's hand squeezes yours as soon as your expression changes.

"Y/N? What's wrong?"

"I've...never been on a train before."

He blinks for a moment.

"Oh, really?"

"Yeah..."

Kiyoshi chuckles.

"Well, what is it that you're so afraid of?"

"Just...never thought i'd have to go on one."

Kiyoshi chuckles again, shaking his head slightly.

"We'll have to go on dates more often to help you get used to it then."

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a/n 2: sorry for the lack of posts, and more sorry to this anon for how late this post is. ill try better to post more often hehe

[mercuriians]

Heyyyyyyy, I say your requests are open and I was wondering if you could write the GoM (Knb) reacting to their gf wrapping WAP?

Can be Sfw Or nsfw...or both?

Thank youuuuuuu

rap god(dess)

content info — fem! reader, suggestive gom drabbles (all separate, characters assumed to be aged up), slight crack sprinkled in. NSFW in aomine & kise's parts. MINORS BEWARE 😠 based on the song by cardi b & megan thee stallion.

word count — 2.5k words.

author’s note — thank you for the req!! this was pretty fun to write ngl. i told myself i was only going to write around three paragraphs per character, but well, things did not go according to plan lol. sorry for the delay, i hope the length makes up for it!

MIDORIMA.

quite frankly, with the vivid blush currently illuminating the boy's face, midorima looks like the perfect mascot for christmas. but really, no one can blame him. no, not when vulgar, obscene lyrics are effortlessly spilling from his girlfriend's lips like melted gold. maybe he should have predicted this in hindsight, midorima thinks to himself, brows furrowed. you did tend to have a bit of a surprisingly dirty mind hidden behind your unassuming personality.

"why are you singing such a crude song?" midorima utters, a frown etched onto his sharp features. to his chagrin, he recognizes it, having heard from takao of how popular the track was in america.

midorima makes no effort to stop you, however. he remains firmly by the doorway. it's as if he's transfixed by your confident voice and your improvised but smooth movements. he can't quite remember the last time he saw you dance, much less rap. it's a bit embarrassing to admit—for him, at least—but right now, you look undeniably attractive, with your swaying body and carefree grin.

obstinately, he conceals his growing arousal with a wince.

"now from the top, make it drop, that's some wet ass pussy!" you rap before finally looking over to where midorima stands stiffly. in a deceptively innocent manner, you wave to him. "you wanna join in on the fun, shin?" you ask, as if you don't already know what the answer will be. your fingers move to quickly smooth out your shirt.

the basketball player clicks his tongue. "i don't have time for that nonsense," he replies in his usual matter-of-fact tone, pushing his glasses up for good measure. still, it doesn't look like you're convinced, and for some reason your eyes are trailing lower and lower down his tall figure.

midorima feels himself panic.

you meet his gaze, giving the basketball player a sly smirk. unfortunately he already knows what you're going to say before the words even leave your mouth. "alright, but your body," you gesture towards the tent in his jeans, "is saying otherwise." the poor boy promptly chokes on his saliva.

KISE.

it only takes a moment for kise's silky voice to mix with your own. before he even reaches you, he's rapping, lyrics easily slipping from his lips as if he's rehearsed them a hundred times before. in all seriousness, he has. that's the reason why kasamatsu hit him square on the head last week, with a bit more force than usual.

but you don't need to know that. kise reaches for your phone on the living room table, lowering the song's volume just a little so that he can hear your combined voices better. "spit in my mouth, look at my eyes. this pussy is wet, come take a dive," you both sing in unison, turning to look at each other with the same stupid lopsided grin.

the song rolls on and along the way, you and kise formulate some dance moves to accentuate the musical experience. some are undoubtedly silly, with kise, for example, waving his arms around and making exaggerated facial expressions. it's all meant to withdraw a laugh from you, of course, and it works. but then there are the other types of dance moves.

the ones that exude a sensuous kind of aura, where hips sway and gyrate lecherously, where eyes become heavy with fervor and lust. these dances are the most dangerous, undoubtedly, because of the temptations that they entail. a person might become consumed by the reckless desire that burns within their stomach if they aren't careful. and then suddenly, the atmosphere can change with just a blink of an eye.

that's exactly what happens the moment you impulsively decide to push kise down onto a chair and give him a lap dance. the way you move your body is shockingly fluid, and you seem to know just what to do to arouse the blonde even more. there are some small pauses here and there as you decide which moves to try next, but kise hardly notices them when you're biting your lip like that. it's only inevitable for him to lose all sense of self-control, really. soon he becomes focused on getting your shirt off, no longer paying any attention to the song on loop.

"fuck, ryouta!” you moan as you unabashedly bounce on your boyfriend’s cock, arms loosely wrapped around his toned shoulders. “nngh, feels so good—” the way the chair wobbles and shakes should be concerning, but quite clearly neither of you can care less at the moment.

kise’s warm, large hands rest comfortably on your hips, occasionally squeezing your ass whenever the pleasure feels particularly intense. “just like that, babe, yeah,” he pants, rolling his hips to meet yours. “you’re doing so well for me, aren’t you, (name)-cchi?” he reaches up to cup your face in his hand, leaning forward to capture your lips in a heated kiss. his tongue swirls around yours, and kise can’t help but groan into your open mouth.

needless to say, you both are too preoccupied to notice when the song finally ends.

AOMINE.

aomine hasn’t even entered the club room yet when he hears the echo of your voice. he’s heard you rap before, so he knows that you’re actually quite skilled at it. still, this particular performance is quickly turning out to be his definite favorite so far. he briskly walks down the hallway, a little too eager to see his stunning girlfriend. you don’t disappoint, of course.

you’re flipping your hair sassily, using your half-full water bottle as your makeshift microphone while you dance around the vacant area. aomine watches you, wholly enraptured, an amused smirk pulling at his lips but with his eyes already clouded with lust. “hop on top, i want a ride. i do a kegel while it’s inside,” you rap, still blissfully unaware of the one-man audience that you now have. aomine almost doesn’t want to interrupt your singing session, just so he can continue to see you in your element. which happens to be sexy as hell.

“you want a ride, huh?” aomine chuckles lowly, making you drop your water bottle out of alarm. he walks over to where you stand, leaning down to whisper in your ear so he can mess with you. “could’ve just asked, baby.”

suddenly all your confidence seems to evaporate, terminated by that single sentence. your cheeks darken into a rosy shade. aomine grins, taking pride in how all too easy it was to make you flustered. “what?” he asks, feigning innocence. “lost your voice or something?”

“you’re a jerk,” you mutter, reaching up so you can hit the basketball player in the chest. the music is still playing in the background, unaffected by aomine’s antics, but it seems like you’re too embarrassed to continue rapping. the boy only stares down at you, smirk never once faltering. “pick up my water bottle, daiki, you made me drop it.”

aomine shrugs. “you’re closer to the ground,” he responds casually. he’s well aware that the comment is a bit out of pocket—you never did like to be teased about your height—but he really can’t control himself when he’s around you. especially in the state he’s in right now.

“oh come on,” you groan, feeling frustration well up within your chest along with your embarrassment. still, you bend down to pick up the bottle, completely oblivious to the lustful thoughts that swarm aomine’s head. a startled gasp rips past your throat when you feel his large, calloused hands grab hold of your hips. however, quicker than you would like to admit, the surprise shifts into arousal the moment the basketball player presses his bulge against your ass.

with his fingers already tugging your skirt down, aomine breathes out, “since you like that song so much, you wanna act it out?”

your eyes widen, and you try to think straight, try to be a responsible manager, but the way he grinds against you so deliciously starts to scramble any coherent thought you may have had. “wait, d-daiki— satsuki and sakurai are still cleaning up the gym,” you protest weakly, those words being your last line of defense. not that they would have worked.

“doesn’t matter,” he practically growls, tugging you up so that your back rests against his chest. “who’s the team captain here?”

“you are,” you answer, but your voice comes out as a breathless whine. the submissive sound only fuels aomine even more, and it isn’t long before all of your clothes are ripped off and forgotten on the ground. soon, his hips are furiously smacking against yours, your whimpers mixing in with the boy’s groans. “god, mmph, does this mean i should rap m-more of those—nngh— american songs?”

“fuck yeah.”

MURASAKIBARA.

rivulets of water run down the muscular expanse of murasakibara's bare skin as a soft ivory towel hangs around his neck, a lazily pleased expression sprawled across his face—all evidence of the shower he's just indulged in after a long evening of rigorous practice. there's one more thing that he still craves at the moment, however. his stomach growls audibly, and almost as if he's running on autopilot, he walks straight to the kitchen.

now the closer he gets to the area, the clearer he hears your voice. it seems like you're singing quite an explicit song. "gobble me, swallow me, drip down the side of me," you rap enthusiastically. murasakibara doesn't think too much about the sexual connotations, though, since getting his hands on some corn chips is his main priority at the moment.

right before he steps foot into the kitchen, he asks, "(name)-chin, can ya get me a bag of—" that's when his amethyst gaze lands on your dancing figure, and before he knows it, he grows quiet, somewhat interested by the sight in front of him.

"talk yo' shit, bite your lip. ask for a car while you ride that dick," you rap, moving your head along to the rhythm. your eyes meet murasakibara's, and instead of feeling embarrassed, his presence only fuels you to dance more vigorously. it's like there's a voice at the back of your head, pushing you to see just how much of a reaction you can draw out of your normally indifferent boyfriend. admittedly, the fact that he's currently shirtless is also a reason for motivation.

however, when the song ends a little while later, it doesn't seem as if murasakibara is affected much. he remains where he is, continuing to lean on the doorway. the closest indication that he even saw you perform is the slightly impressed look in his eyes, but even that is nothing more than a sliver, and it makes you question if you're hallucinating it. you huff out a small sigh of defeat, and you turn around, reaching for the drawer. "corn chips, right?"

the basketball player doesn't say anything as he approaches you, and he doesn't say anything either as his arms circle possessively around your waist. there's a shiver that runs down your spine. you turn your head so you can meet his gaze—wait, why are his eyes so dark?

"i think i'm hungry for something else now, (name)-chin."

AKASHI.

humming quietly to himself, akashi gets up from his spot on the living room sofa, beginning to walk over to your room. it's a friday evening, and although he'd usually have practice at this time, coach shirogane had called in sick—a once-in-a-lifetime occurrence, really. either way, akashi was sure to take advantage of the opportunity, especially considering how both of your schedules tended to overflow with academics and extracurriculars alike.

his mind wanders a bit, and he remembers you telling him about a volleyball game that was scheduled a few days ago. he could indeed have asked you what the outcome was via text, but akashi has always preferred face-to-face communication. he supposes that he's more traditional in that sense.

however, what he isn't quite expecting is to hear you, normally dignified and proper, rapping lyrics that are particularly edged with profanities. there's a small, rare twinge of disbelief that tugs at him, prompting him to silently move closer to the door. "your honor, i'm a freak bitch, handcuffs, leashes. switch my wig, make him feel like he cheating," akashi hears you belt out. his eyes widen the tiniest bit.

still, by no means is he deaf; regardless of how explicit your music taste seems to be, he can hear the genuine talent seeping from your voice, how you swiftly enunciate each syllable clearly while also maintaining the rap's nimble pace. judging from the sound of your movements, he guesses that you're also dancing.

for a moment, akashi considers connecting you with a respected hip-hop artist that his family loosely has relations with. a bit of a far-fetched thought, maybe, but truly anything is possible in the eyes of a visionary.

when the song reaches its end, he knocks on the bedroom door. he doesn't miss the small sound of surprise that you make. "can i come in, darling?" akashi asks sweetly.

"of course, seijuro," you answer, and he opens the door to see you sitting on the bed. other than the drop of sweat rolling down your face, there's no other indication that you were dancing quite passionately just a few moments ago. you smile up at him, walking over to press a quick kiss to his cheek. "did you just get here?"

akashi knows you well enough to see the actual meaning hidden within your words: oh no, i hope you didn't hear much.

he smiles a bit too slyly. "don't worry, my love, your secret's safe with me," he hums, taking a moment to admire the blush on your face before pulling you into a kiss. slowly, he guides the two of you to your bed, his hands calculatingly tracing the hem of your shirt. he'd just have to make you realize that there isn't anything to be ashamed of.

BONUS: KUROKO.

"i want you to park that big mack truck right in this little garage," you rap shamelessly, completely lost within your own world and failing to notice your boyfriend standing just a few feet away from you. "make it cream, make me sc— ah!" you squeal, eyes widening in horror as you finally catch sight of kuroko. you immediately pause the song playing on your phone. "uhm, hey tetsu. number two and i were just.. having a singing session."

number two barks in agreement.

all kuroko does is let out a quiet hum of acknowledgment. much to your confusion, he picks up number two, securing the equally confused puppy within his arms before leaving promptly. "was my rapping that bad?" you murmur to yourself, dismayed.

however, after a minute, kuroko returns to the room. you stare at him, flabbergasted. "why did you stop the music?" he asks innocently.

[numberonenat]

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my favorite basketball gays

i’m super happy with this okay ☹️ they look CUTEEE

[thewritetofreespeech]

Hi! I'm here to request a headcanon for my favorite boys from KnB!! How would GOM + Kagami react to gn!reader getting injured while playing basketball with the boys?

GOM + Kagami injured s/o headcanons

Akashi

Akashi smirked to himself as he watched the ball swish through the net, completing the play. Another flawless move in his expert strategy on the court.

He turned around to look at his teammates for the practice game, and was surprised to see them not in awe of his skill as usual, but instead their attention surrounded by his s/o on the ground. “What happened?”

“My ankle….” [Y/N] wheezed as they held their leg to their chest.

Akashi’s eyes went wide. The ankle break. He didn’t even realize he was doing it until he whoosed past them. They must have fallen wrong due to him tripping them up and gotten really injured.

“Go get a nurse.” He ordered to another teammate, and they all rush off in tandem to find a nurse (or escape his sharp gaze). “[Y/N] I’m so sorry. I never meant to hurt you.”

“I know. It’s ok. I should have known since it’s your signature move.”

“My signature move is not hurting people.” Akashi rebutted, and placed his hand over theirs. “Let me take a look, before the nurse gets here. See what we’re dealing with.” It didn’t look bad at all, but as far as Akashi was concerned their might as well have been a knife sticking out of it.

There certainly one sticking out of his heart.

Aomine

He couldn’t hear anything when he went in the Zone.

It was just him, the basketball, and the hoop.

No one else mattered, or seemed real, when he went into this state.

Aomine came out of it a few minutes after tapping in. This game wasn’t that serious, and honestly didn’t need the Zone at all. He’d just been pissed off that his teammates had been taunting him in front of [Y/N], and decided to teach them a lesson.

“Damnit Aomine! How could you do that?”

“What Bakamatsu?” He clapped back at his fledgling captain. “Remind you that you’ll never be as good as me?”

Wakamatsu growled through gritted teeth. “You idiot! Is that really all you can say after what you did to [Y/N]?!”

Aomine got a surprised look on his face and finally looked down, where Ryu was crouched next to an injured [Y/N] on the ground. “Shit!”

“You really don’t care about anything back basketball, do you?” The blonde teen scolded as he rushed to their side. “Not your teammates. Not your training. And apparently not even your s/o. You just blitz right past them and put your shoulder right into ‘em.”

“You shut up Wakamatsu!!”

He doesn’t remember any of that. He’d gotten pretty intense when he was in the Zone before, but he never fouled anyone. ‘Shit’ he thought. Why’d it have to be them if he ran into anyone? “You ok?”

“Yeah. I’m ok.” [Y/N] replied as they tried to sit up. Holding their head where it had clearly taken a smack against the hardwood after the push. “I don’t think I’m bleeding.”

“We should still get you to the nurse to check you out.” Ryu insisted.

“I’ll do it.”

Aomine as already on his feet and helping [Y/N] to theirs. Escorting them to the nurse and all but carrying them out of the gym.

“That idiot.” Wakamatsu growled again once he was gone. “All that talent and he’s still just a reckless moron.”

Kuroko

It was just a friendly practice game between teammates and friends. Or at least that’s how it started.

Inevitably, and when dealing with high level high school athletes like the Serin club, it got more & more competitive as the game went on.

Kuroko’s team was only down by a few points. Something they could easily make up if they just buckled down and kept up a good defense. That’s where he came in.

The ball was past to him and Kuroko was about to Ignite Pass it right back out to Kagami, when [Y/N] suddenly stepped in the way. It was too late to stop the play and the ball instantly went flying across the court. Right into [Y/N] and knocking them off their feet.

“[Y/N]-kun!” Kuroko shouted (or…as much as his quiet voice allowed him to shout) as he rushed to their side. “Are you ok?”

“Yeah. I think so.”

They winced a little when they sat up and clutched their side. Clearly in pain where they ball struck them. “I’m so sorry.”

“It’s ok Kuroko-kun.” [Y/N] said in response to his apology. “I should have been paying more attention and not gotten in the way. Sorry.”

“It’s no one’s fault. Accidents happen.” Riko said. Everyone having come over after the incident to check on [Y/N] and see what happened. “Let’s get you on the bench with an ice pack for now though. I think that’s enough basketball for today.”

“I’m sorry everyone.”

All the team members wave [Y/N] off. Some making a vague excuse that they were tired anyway. Kuroko still felt bad though and sat beside [Y/N] for the rest of practice while the other team members practice shots or hung out. Not wanting to leave their side, even if they didn’t notice.

Midorima

Midorima was usually a very calculating person. He had everything planned out, strategized, and prepared to move forward before he made his first step in the morning. How he played basketball was no different.

Aside from his impressive 3 point ability, he also had incredible foresight on how the other players were going to react & behave. Which made it very easy to counter in most cases.

This was of course impossible to do with his impulsive s/o, [Y/N].

He wouldn’t admit that he was hurt when Takao and [Y/N] teamed up against him in this little game. Nor that it made him play more aggressively. When the point guard stole the ball from one of his teammates, and was getting ready to pass it to [Y/N], Midorima saw it clear as day and leapt forward to block it.

However, he did not anticipate how far [Y/N] was willing to reach for the ball; a ridiculous amount in his opinion. They ran right into him and both landed on the hardwood with a hard smack. Midorima able to correct himself pretty quickly, but [Y/N] landing face down.

“Ouch! You ok [Y/N]-chan?” Takao asked as he jogged over towards them.

“I think so.” [Y/N]’s muffled voice called out before they sat up. Their nose bleeding.

“Aw man!” Takao bemoaned before he ran off to get some towels.

“Is it bad?”

“Not that bad.” Midorima replied. Pulling a handkerchief, todays lucky item, out of his pocket to hold against their nose. “That was a totally reckless thing you did.”

“You ran into me.” [Y/N] replied. Their voice comical with their nose held to stop the bleeding. “I would have had it if you didn’t try to wall me off the pass.”

“I was trying to intercept. You were the one that went completely off the line. Where you trying to rugby catch the ball or something?”

“So what if I was?”

Midorima scrunched his mouth, perhaps not to laugh, and removed the handkerchief. “There. It stopped.”

“Thank you Shintaro-kun.” They replied. Making him smile, even if their face was bloody.

“I got you some water.” Takao said. Literally re-entering the conversation. “That can’t taste good in your mouth.”

“Thanks Takao.” They rinsed out their mouth and stood up. “I’m gonna go wash up. Sorry for messing up today’s lucky item Shintaro-kun.”

“It’s not important.”

[Y/N] smiled and trotted off to the bathroom. Midorima stood there, holding the handkerchief for a moment, before he went to throw it away. It didn’t seem very lucky anymore, and he didn’t want to be reminded of it either.

Murasakibara

His size had always been an issue for him. Even as a child.

Consistently bigger than all his peers and classmates, Murasakibara had to be careful he wasn't too rough with anyone or else they would get hurt. Except when it came to basketball.

His size was for once a true advantage when he played the sport. It was one of the reasons he kept playing, so he could be seen as an asset instead of a giant inconvenience.

Today, however, he didn’t feel like playing. So he was using his size as a petty form of compliance.

Standing on the court, as instructed, he just stood there and used his size to take up space. Like a muttering stone wall Murasakibara just stood there while everyone played around him. Just waiting for the game to be over.

“I got it!” [Y/N] called out. Catching the ball and dribbling down the court. The opposing team tried to catch up to them to steal, and they looked back for just a moment before colliding into Murasakibara’s ‘wall defense’. Ending up on the ground while he barely registered the shove.

“Are you ok [Y/N]-chin?”

“I think so.” They replied as they sat up. Wincing a little as they had clearly tried to catch themselves with their hands, and tweaked their wrist a little.

“[Y/N]-chin is hurt.” Murasakibara said. Seeing an opportunity. “They need to go to the nurse.”

“I think they’re ok Atsushi.” Himuro told him. Having jogged over in the commotion.

“Yeah. I’m fine.” [Y/N] agreed.

“They need to go to the nurse.” Murasakibara repeated and immediately lifting them up with one hand.

He walked off. [Y/N] almost dangling behind him at his pace as he made haste to get them to the nurse. “You just wanted to leave the game, didn’t you Mura-kun?” [Y/N] asked, once they were out of ear shot.

“It can be two things.”

+ Kagami

It was no secret to anyone about Kagami’s enthusiasm for basketball. He lived, ate, drank, and breathed the sport.

Although he loved the organized nature of the sport with his Serin team, he also loved the free nature of street ball; and the happy memories it brought back to him from his childhood.

He was especially excited when he got to play with [Y/N].

They weren’t on a team like him, or perhaps as traditionally skilled as other players, but they did love the sport. That was all that mattered to Kagami. As long as you loved and appreciated the sport, you could always play in his opinion.

The other team they were playing on the street court was very good, but having a hard time keeping up with Kagami’s moves. He’d dribble the ball in circles around them. Make a fast break to blow through their defenses. He even dunked a few times.

His adrenaline was really up, so when he was passed the ball again he quickly spun around to try and drive it up court again, but saw [Y/N] trip over another play in motion and slide across the asphalt.

“[Y/N]!” He shouted. Immediately dropping the ball and running over to them.

“Oh man, I’m really sorry! It was an accident!”

He barely registered the other player’s apology as he looked over [Y/N]. Falling on asphalt sucked. He would know. Their legs and arm where they took the dive was all scratched up. Portions of it starting to bleed, but nothing too serious. “Come on. Let’s get you home and cleaned up.”

“But the game….”

“Who cares about the game?” Kagami growled at them. Helping them to their feet and moving their weight onto his side to take pressure off the one they fell on. “Your more important than some game.”

He took [Y/N] back to his apartment and cleaned them up with his first aid kit & bandages. They spent the rest of the afternoon there. Watching basketball instead of playing it. Which, in his book, was still a good afternoon.

[nugget-eater123]

A/n: part 3!! This should be the last one 😭 unless I get a wild hair up my ass to do something else. Thank you for reading pookies! ❤️

I am ong so downbad for Akashi (and Kuroko if I’m being honest) if it wasn’t obvious 🌚🌚

I am fucking foaming at the mouth rn

[ferg0s]

ᴛʜᴇ ᴀʀʀᴀɴɢᴇᴍᴇɴᴛ

ᴄᴏɴᴛᴇɴᴛ + ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢꜱ:ᴀɢᴇᴅ ᴜᴘ, ꜱᴇxᴜᴀʟ ꜱᴛᴜꜰꜰ.

ᴄʜᴀʀᴀᴄᴛᴇʀꜱ: ᴍɪᴅᴏʀɪᴍᴀ ꜱʜɪɴᴛᴀʀᴏ, ᴀᴏᴍɪɴᴇ ᴅᴀɪᴋɪ, (ᴍᴏʀᴇ ᴛᴏ ᴄᴏᴍᴇ ʟᴏʟ)

ꜱᴜᴍᴍᴀʀʏ: ꜱʜɪɴᴛᴀʀᴏ ᴀɴᴅ ʏᴏᴜ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ʜᴀᴅ ᴀ ᴠᴇʀʏ ʀᴏᴄᴋʏ ᴍᴀʀʀɪᴀɢᴇ, ʙᴜᴛ ᴊᴜꜱᴛ ᴡʜᴇɴ ᴛʜɪɴɢꜱ ꜱᴇᴇᴍ ᴛᴏ ʙᴇ ɢᴇᴛᴛɪɴɢ ʙᴀᴄᴋ ᴏɴ ᴛʀᴀᴄᴋ, ʜᴇ ᴘʀᴏᴘᴏꜱᴇꜱ ᴀɴ ᴀʀʀᴀɴɢᴇᴍᴇɴᴛ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴄᴏᴜʟᴅ ᴍᴀᴋᴇ ᴏʀ ʙʀᴇᴀᴋ ʏᴏᴜʀ ʟɪꜰᴇ.

ᴘᴀʀᴛ ᴏɴᴇ | ᴘᴀʀᴛ ᴛʜʀᴇᴇ | ᴘᴀʀᴛ ꜰᴏᴜʀ

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Thud... thud.. thud. 

You could hear the melodic thumping of Aomines heart as your head lay on his chest. Though he wouldn't admit it, you knew that he was terrified. Being in the friend's bed, drinking his expensive wine and not to mention with his wife. You could hear his heart rate speed up at the slightest sound. The branches from a tree hitting your window, the slighestcreek from the bed. You knew why, though. Midorima could come back any minute. Could. You knew he was spending the night with Mei. You'd get a text from him after his work events, the ones you sat out - 'done'- and you'd faintly hear the front door open through your closed bedroom door - always 30 minutes after he initially texted, even though the drive from your house to his work is 15 minutes - and Midorima would walk in with takeout - from the specific place you loved located in the shady part of town, the one that you would come across if you took the backroads home - and you'd both eat it together as Midorima recapped the night for you. The drive from his work, to the restaurant, to back home was 30 minutes. On the dot. Every time, like clockwork. So much so that you stopped counting down the minutes until he arrived home because you knew he would. 

You couldn't help but stare at your phone. It lay facing up, the screen as black as the dark hours of the night, alone on the side table next to Aomine. Some of you wished to see the screen light up; you knew you could make out Midorimas name even from the distance you were at. You longed for that adrenaline surge from kicking Aomine out, cleaning up the mess from the scattered clothes and ruffled sheets. Rushing him out of the house - through the backdoor or window? You could care less - and waiting for Midorima to come up to the room and see him go about his night without suspecting anything. Because despite the anxiety, stress and general panic of having to clean up after your little hookup - at least Midorima would be home. He would first walk in the door quietly to not wake you up, and when he would realize you were awake, he would flash you a smile and plop down next to you. He wouldn't care about the ironing of his suit, how the material lost its softness against the sheets' fabric. He would lay next to you, head on your lap and feel the stress leave his body as your fingers massaged his scalp. 

Your phone screen remained black. Untouched. The chances were close to zero but never zero. And the longer it stayed black, the closer the chances got to zero - but still, it never approached it. 

You wondered if he thought the same. Would he look at Mei and feel about you? Would he secretly criticize Mei for not doing things like you did - like how you couldn't help but frown when aomine didn't adjust the pillow under your neck to support your head because Midorima always did that - a part of you hoped that he did. A part of you hoped that he didn't. It was conflicting. Wanting to be remembered but forgotten. You wanted him to not forget you, to remember your history together, to remember how good you were to him. But the thought of him thinking about your well-being while fucking another girl made you sick. He didn't care about you or your marriage - why would he care about you while his arms were tangled around another woman? 

"You hungry?" 

Your head turned up to see Aomine. "Hmm?" 

You knew deep down at Aomine regretted coming here. His silence after the fact would be the biggest reason. The Aomine you knew would be chatting up a storm, cracking jokes about vulgar topics you could only imagine. You knew the disinterest in your eyes indicated that you were just as pleased to have him at the moment as he was to be there. You felt him sit up, the sheets ruffling at his movement. You sat up, the comforter falling off you and exposing your chest. You looked down and saw a singular hickey. Small. Midorima gave you bigger ones. But Midorima was your husband, not some booty call. Seeing it made you sick as if bringing you back to Earth with the gravity of your actions. "No." You answered blatantly. 

All you could do as Aomine got up and left the room was criticize. Midorima would have never taken no for an answer; he would have brought you an extra serving along with himself. Midorima would have given you a glass of water already. Midorima would have-

"Hey, let's go outside." 

You turned your head to the doorway and looked at Aomine. His boxers hanging loosely around his waist. You could tell by his -now - casual nature that even he knew Midorima wouldn't return tonight. 

He flashed a smile at you. "You look like someone ran over your dog," he joked. "Let's get some fresh air,"

Aomines words caught you by surprise.

Despite everything Midorima did after you two finished; getting water, food, fresh clothes - he never cared to see how you felt. How much of a frown you had on your face when he would bring you food after you explicitly told him you weren't hungry. Or how the water would always be room temperature when you told him you liked cold water. How the clothes he would get you weren't comfortable at all. 

You liked the thought of Midorima. The idea of him. The idea of a perfect husband who cared. The heartache of losing him covered the heartaches of having him around. Of how you would eat cold takeout at night, even though you told him it would be better for you to come with him to get it another time so the food would be warm because the restaurant was on the way back from work and it was a quick and easy apology for coming home late. You didn't have the heart to tell him that he got your order wrong each time - but as you looked back at it, you realized he never asked you. He picked the most popular item on the menu. It was sheer coincidence that you just so happened to like that item. But then again, if it was the popular item, who doesn't?

You took a deep breath and smiled for the first time that night. 

"I would love to."

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mb for disappearing yall. lifes been crazy lol

sjould i just post this to ao3?

[yacchannanamin]

Happy birthday Midorima Shintaro -July 7th

[decapitatedrathead]

My little 5 year old sister came into my room when I was re-watching knb (for the 7th time-) and when she looked at the knb poster in my room she just began rambling and said something along the lines of

The red haired one is like a strawberry -about Akashi

The yellow one is a sun - about Kise

And the blue haired one is a smurf! - about Aomine

Bonus that her favorite is Murasakibara

Just thought I'd share this cute moment

[ah0minecchi]

BETTER THAN THE REST…★ (knb x fem!reader)

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PROLOGUE: “if it feels right, promise i don’t mind.”

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“CMOOON Y/N I DON’T WANNA BE ALL BY MYSELF!!” momoi, my best friend form college, practically screamed through her phone and into my ear.

“you’ll be with your highschool friends, what will i do there? plus, i’m not in the mood to be honest…” i calmly responded. honestly why does she want me to go to that stupid party anyways. i don’t know anybody there besides her. “i can introduce you to my friends! they’re soooo nice i swear! aaaand they’re tall basketball players…” she added suggestively to try and convince me. like a group of men would convince me to do anything… “but tetsu is-“ “yours. i know momoi…” i completed her sentence while giggling a bit. she’s been talking about this ‘tetsu’ nonstop ever since i met her.

“do you have anything better to do anyways?” sounded mean but i knew she asked sincerely. “mmm not really. just cry myself to sleep and watch saiki k.” i responded nonchalantly. “goshhhh please don’t tell me you’re still crying about your ex, y/n… it’s been like AGES since you two broke up.” she whined “two weeks momoi. it’s been two weeks.” i corrected her. “MY POINT EXACTLY!!! maybe you can get your mind off of him tonight… and who knows? someone may help you with that…” she tried to cheer me up, adding a hint of mischief by the end of her sentence.

she was right, i have been digging myself in a hole for two weeks, maybe it is time to get my mind on something else… maybe someone else… just for the night.

“you know what? fuck it, i’ll go with you, but let me borrow that shiny dress of yours.” i said suddenly feeling confident. “DEAL!!” i’ll pick you up at 10. see yaaaa luv yaaaa!!” momoi replied a little too excited, making me laugh before she hung up.

maybe it’s not too bad of an idea. i haven’t been too a party in quite some time, and i’m craving vodka shots and some dancing. even some male attention wouldn’t hurt me… just to boost my ego of course.

i look at my phone. damn, almost 9pm, i should take a shower and pretend that i don’t look like shit right now. i showered, put on some sweatpants while i didn’t have momoi’s dress, did my makeup and straightened my hair. “ate.” i commented out loud looking at myself in the mirror.

9:45. i still have some time to laze around and do nothing. i started wondering how tonight would go. who even are momoi’s friends. curiosity got the best of me, so i opened instagram and started stalking through momoi’s following. i don’t really know their names, just heard of this ‘tetsu’, and momoi’s childhood friend aomine.

i typed his name into the search bar and a private account popped up. fuck, now i can’t go on with my daily dose of stalking. i take a close look at his profile picture. he’s not bad looking at all, but considering he had 2.685 followers and just 108 following, i could assume his ego was through the damn roof.

i gave up on him and look for this ‘tetsu’ boy. kuroko tetsuya was his full name apparently. another private account. why does everyone now seem to be so fucking misterious?. he had a small following and very few followers, seemed low profile. his profile picture showed him smiling with a puppy on top of his head… kinda cute.

i almost got a heart attack when my doorbell started ringing on full fucking blast. it was momoi for sure. i opened the door to my apartment seeing her in a cute black tight dress and a leather jacket. she gave me no time to say hello as she handed me the shiny dress i asked her for and told me to ‘hurry tf up cause the uber would be arriving in no time.’ i hurried to my bathroom, put on the dress, and settled for a pair of converse, since this wasn’t really formal or anything. i took my purse, my phone, and ran to the door to meet my friend there. “stunning! you’ll have all my friends drooling over you! except tetsu, he’s-“ “YOURS I KNOW! and thanks bestie, you look beautiful as well.” i laughed and thanked her.

we got off the elevator and the uber was already there. we then head off to this oh so exciting party… maybe i am excited tho.

“AOMINE COME MEET US AT THE FRONT DOOR WE’RE ALMOST THERE” momoi shouted excitedly into her screen. “jeez… okay just stop screaming into my ear for fucks sake.” the boy responded. he had a deep voice and a tired tone. kinda suits his face.

we finally arrived, when we got to ring the bell, the door opened, showing someone neither of us were expecting.

“kise?!”

a/n: FIRST CHAPTER DONE YESSIR!! ngl i’m excited for what i have planned for this.

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[suvidrache]

Cuddling Midorima

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

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Generation of Miracle as Subs

Not necessarily sexual, but still it implies it just not graphic okie???

Characters: Kuroko, Akashi, Murasakibara, Aomine, Kise, Momoi, Midorima, Nijimura, and Haizaki

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Kuroko

An angel

He’s a Mommy’s boy and will do anything you ask of him just to see you happy

Eager to please just to hear you praise him

Doesn’t mind if you call him by his name but he prefers to be called baby boy

Never degrade him! He will cry and doubt himself

He doesn’t care about your weight, height, or looks, he will always find you beautiful and compliments you

He feels invisible most of the time so please hold his hand and stay close to him him so he can feel seen

Kisses and cuddles are a must!!

Big on suckling, it makes him feel good and loved. He also loves it it because he is cuddled close to you

Big on cumming on your stomach since he likes how pretty it looks on you

Kise

A baby about everything

Likes testing you, he knows what to do to piss you off and will do whatever he can to get your attention just on him

Loves when you mark him

Very clingy baby, he needs to be touching you all the time

Brags to his team about how amazing you are which always ends up him getting kicked by a envy Kasamatsu since he is always cutting in time of warm up and practice

Peg him. He won’t be satisfied unless you do it

Has thought about a threesome with Kasamatsu or Aomine

Be rough with him or he’ll cry, he wants to be able to see marks marks all over him in the morning

Gets upset when the makeup artists scold him and cover up the marks

Only allows GOM and Kajiura to be around you because he is always worried someone will take you away from him and he knows he can trust them with you

Cums in your mouth because he likes how warm and wet your mouth his so please suck him off until he cums

Aomine

Very possessive

A major brat, always pushing your buttons just because he likes seeing you mad

Is always saying he is dominate and just too lazy to prove it but in reality he just wants to be taken care of and spoiled so he never really attempted to dominate you

Will take over if he feels the need to or sees you having dom drop and will try to help you by showering you with love and that he is fine the best he can

Always using you as a body pillow

Very big on pda and showing off to show that he got the baddest bitch

Very possessive and jealous

Has to be suckling everyday, especially when he is napping

Definitely a giver since he loves tasting you

Calls you Mommy only when he is sure it’s just the two of you

Secretly a Mommy’s boy and loves to be praised but huge on degrading

Only really lets you around Kuroko and Momoi just because he knows he can trust them not to judge your guys relationship

Loves cumming on your tits. It’s pretty obvious since he is big on boobs

Murasakibara

Very obedient just because he doesn’t like when you raise your voice at him

Very cuddly and needy for your attention

Easily jealous

Whiny baby

Very childish and always picking fights with you over dumb things

Please shower him in kisses

Shares his snacks with you and no one else

Pillow prince only because he is lazy and doesn’t want to hurt you

Easily talked into pounding you into the mattress with promises of kisses and snacks

Calls you Mommy no matter who is around

Loves laying his head on your chest because he got access to your tits

Secretly wants you to cock warm him before and after practice just to help motivate him

Loves cumming inside you just to eat it out after since he thinks you taste better that way, probably because his cum is sweet after all the sweets he eats

Midorima

Demanding and cocky

Pretends to hate being submissive but is always giving you control

Gets embarrassed if you do things for him

Shy when you call him baby boy and be affectionate in front of the team

Takao knows quiet a lot your sex life because he tends to complain about how rough you were despite he was the one who asked for it

Besides Takao, GOM are the only other ones who know about the dynamic of your relationship

Once used your bullet vibrator on himself when he was horny and alone

Has used things you own as a luck item

A whore for finger sucking

Please wear one of his shirts when fucking, he will be cumming so hard because he finds you so sexy wearing his clothes (won’t admit it tho)

Once you made him wear a vibrator during a study date and now he wants to wear one to every study date that isn’t for important exams

Likes cumming on either your face or stomach, not inside until you get married just out of fear of having kids before you two are ready

Akashi

He is very open about the dynamic of your guy’s relationship because he knows no one will say anything out of fear

Prefers to mark you instead

Doesn’t have any titles or names he prefers to call you but does like calling you love and darling

Not into pda but behind doors he is touchy

Really into dry humping and orgasm denial

Put him in his place, he gets so turned on when you remind him that you own him

He isn’t necessarily a brat but does push your buttons with how bossy he can get

Likes wearing your shirts, jackets, and sweaters during sex

Likes to spoil you since he is rich but gets very shy when you do it back

Loves cumming inside of you or in his pants

Momoi

Pretty girl is so shy and horny 24/7

Definitely a pillow princess but loves to try to please you

All round a good girl and listens well

Calls you Mommy, Momma, and babe, nothing else

Must be called princess or pretty girl unless you want to see her cry

Degrade her, you better be prepared for water works

Occasionally throws fits because you spoil her rotten but a simple spank or edging will correct her

Gets jealous easy and shows it by clinging and pouting

Gets super whiny and pouty when Aomine teases her about how much a simp she is

Yells at Aomine who playfully flirts with her to get a raise out of her

A squirter so be ready to change sheets afterwards and loads of cuddles

Likes when you play with her boobs, they are her weak spot

Nijimura

Tries to be your good boy but tends to lose his cool or break rules but he never does it on purpose

Loves to be praised but a slut for degrading

Calls you babe in public but strictly mommy in bed

Tries to impress you all the time

Has a necklace with your name on it as a ‘collar’ since he is too scared to get a real one

Definitely has a secret folder on his phone of all your nude, dirty talking autos, and sex tapes

Big on role playing

Likes when your reward him by allowing him to do whatever he wants to do because you praise him so much

Has fucked in the back of the theater a few times

Only cums in you, either your mouth, ass, or pussy. Refuses to cum anywhere else less you make him

Haizaki

Wears a red collar with your name on it but only takes it off for practice and games beside the shower

Pet play is his biggest kink

A major brat and knows it

Slap him. Hit him. Stomp on him. Just do it. He is a whore for pain

You two are always covers in bite marks

Extremely possessive and jealous because you are his and only his

Calls you Master or Owner

Bluntly refuses he is a bottom but somehow can’t go against you

Will fight you over dominance but loses in the end because you use his weak spot as an advantage (his ears)

Prefers to cum inside you because he gets so weak and pussy drunk once inside you

Likes to be called puppy, mutt, and bitch

[erina-writes-headcanons]

Hello, how are you? ♡ Can I ask for headcanons with Akashi, Midorima and Imayoshi and how would they react with their partner who is Chinese and doesn't know how to speak any language and speaks very little of the boys' language? It would be fun to see their reaction when they see their partner speaking Chinese in front of them. Thank you so much if u see this and have a good day or night 😊

Akashi Seijuro, Midorima Shintarou, and Imayoshi Shouichi with S/O That Speaks Chinese but Cannot Speak Japanese

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Hello, there Anon. I try my best to make the portrayal of their character based on their personality and I would like to apologize for replying the ask late because I was focused on TOEFL as well as my Thesis. Warning: None Gender: Neutral

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Akashi Seijurou: Rakuzan High School

Surprisingly he can speak Mandarin because his father forced him to learn many languages. However, his Mandarin is not fluent, he can only speak broken Mandarin.

As his girlfriend/boyfriend, you luckily could understand his broken Mandarin and he would be glad that you are the one who taught him to speak Mandarin but in exchange he wants you to learn Japanese too.

A great excellent teacher who has lots of patience, doesn't get angry easily if you speak in a broken Japanese. He knows Japanese can be hard so he would teach you the basics of Japanese.

When you speak complete Mandarin, he could only understand some of the words and try to communicate with you but since like I said he has a broken Mandarin, there would be lots of grammatical errors.

If you get better in Japanese after he taught you some Japanese. He would make you learn Japanese at a higher level. He also wants you to learn Japanese so he can introduce you to his father.

In exchange, he would be willing to learn harder so he could be as fluent as you. He doesn't want to end up having a miscommunication and having an argument with you.

When he speaks with you and slips some Japanese words, he would immediately try to correct himself so you could understand what he was trying to say.

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(Y/N) walked through the halls of Rakuzan High School, the air heavy with the weight of academics and the excitement of approaching matches. As she strolled, her gaze was drawn to the familiar sights: polished floors, stoic paintings of previous basketball champions, and students scurrying around.

In the middle of all this commotion, (Y/N) recognised him: their/her/his lover, Akashi Seijuro, the basketball team captain. He stood tall and composed, commanding attention effortlessly. She approached him with a sweet smile, her heart racing with adoration. "你好(Hello)," she greeted in Mandarin, her voice a gentle melody in the quiet corridor.

Akashi turned to face her, his heterochromatic eyes alight with warmth. "你好," he replied, his Mandarin slightly halting.

A soft chuckle escaped (Y/N)'s lips at Akashi's attempt, finding his effort endearing. She/he/they reached out to take his hand, intertwining their/his/her fingers with his. "你今天过得怎么样("How's your day been?)" she asked, her eyes filled with genuine curiosity.

Akashi's lips quirked upwards in a subtle smile. "忙碌，一如既往。但见到你让它变得无比美好。(Busy, as always. But seeing you make it infinitely better,)" he replied, his voice carrying a hint of fondness as he spoke still in a broken accent.

(Y/N)'s heart swelled with affection at his words, feeling a rush of warmth spreading through them/her/him. Leaning in, she/he/they pressed a tender kiss to his cheek, feeling his warmth against her/his/their lips.

As (Y/N) recalled the little surprise she had prepared for Akashi, her smile widened. Holding out a small box adorned with a ribbon, she spoke in Chinese, her words soft but filled with warmth. "我给你带了一些东西，我不确定你是否喜欢吃甜食，但我做了蛋挞。希望你喜欢。(I brought you something. I'm not sure if you like sweets, but I made egg tarts. Hope you like them.)"

Akashi's eyes widened in pleasant surprise at her thoughtful gesture. Taking the box from her hands, he couldn't help but feel touched by her kindness. With a grateful smile, he responded in his slightly broken Mandarin, "谢谢你. (Thank you)"

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Midorima Shintarou: Shuutoku High School

Unlike AKashi, he doesn't speak Mandarin or Chinese so you had a rocky relationship together with him. He doesn't understand Mandarin and you don't understand Japanese. Neither of you two understands each other.

As a result, he would definitely buy a Japanese book for you to learn and he would also buy a Mandarin basic language book to learn how to speak Mandarin.

When he wants to speak with you, he would either use Google Translate or those translating apps that can translate your language immediately when they record your voice.

Forcing suggesting you use those apps too so he could understand what you are trying to say. He would make funny faces if the application gave funny results.

Also would try to learn how to speak Mandarin or Chinese with the correct tone because he doesn't want to end up saying something inappropriate or rude.

He would also teach you how to speak Japanese, especially Kanji. He would also teach you katakana, and hiragana, and teach you some Japanese grammar.

Not Surprisingly going to learn the Chinese zodiac signs (the signs throughout the year. Those dragons, tigers, monkeys, pigs, etc) and then lhe will learn about your Chinese zodiac sign.

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The sun streamed through the windows of the cosy café as (Y/N) sat nestled at a table, her/his/their focus split between her/his/their Japanese study materials and the warm aroma of her hazelnut latte. Suddenly, the subtle scrape of a chair drew her attention, and she glanced up to find her boyfriend, Midorima, standing before her. "嘿，亲爱的，你刚好来了(Hey darling, you just arrived in time)," she greeted in Mandarin, a soft smile gracing her lips.

Midorima, who used the translator, typed back the answer of your question after the translator gave the translation of what are you trying to say. "The café is near the school. Of course, I will arrive in time," the computer replied in Mandarin, his words carrying a hint of amusement beneath his reserved exterior.

(Y/N) nodded gratefully, mustering her/his/their courage to speak in Japanese despite her/his/their broken accent. "ここに来てくれてありがとう(Thank you for coming)," she/he/they said, her/his/their pronunciation a bit shaky. Midorima, secretly proud of your effort, nodded in acknowledgement, a small smile tugging at the corners of his lips. "どういたしまして(You're welcome)," he replied in Japanese, his voice soft but supportive, appreciating your attempt to communicate in his native language.

(Y/N) suddenly switched to Chinese, asking Midorima if he wanted a hazelnut latte. "你要榛果拿铁吗？我可以帮你点, (Do you want a hazelnut latte? I can help you order.)" she/he/they said in Chinese, her/his/their tone kind and offering.

Midorima, not understanding Chinese, reached for his translator device and inputted (Y/N)'s Mandarin statement. After a moment, the device spoke in Japanese, translating her words for him. Understanding her offer, he nodded appreciatively. "はい、お願いします (Yes, please)," he replied in Japanese, his voice calm and composed as always.

Midorima, realizing that (Y/N) might not understand Japanese, decided to respond in Mandarin. "好的，谢谢你 (Okay, thank you)," he said in Chinese, expressing his gratitude for her offer. As (Y/N) headed to the counter to order Midorima's hazelnut latte, he took out his notebook and began to write down the basic katakana and hiragana characters. Carefully, he sketched each character.

Once he finished, he placed the notebook on the table, leaving it open for (Y/N) to see when she returned. With a faint smile, he resumed his posture, delving into his book as he waited for her to come back.

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Imayoshi Shouichi: Touou Academy High School

Since you don't understand Japanese but only speak Chinese, this is going to give him a chance to mess with you. Believe me, he would mess with you a lot.

I can see him understand a little bit of Chinese so he would teach you some Japanese words that actually have a bad meaning but he would say 'Oh, that means Thank you in Japanese'.

Once you actually found out, you could hear him snickering and you give him an unamused look. Now you have trust issues when he teaches you Japanese.

Sometimes when he speaks to you, he purposely slips in some Japanese words, especially the ones he did not teach you so you would be hella confused.

And if you don't understand, he would pretend to pout at you and says "Haven't I taught you that words? You don't understand?" This prick really gaslighted you and would laugh if you actually felt bad.

Despite all of the shit and giggles, he's not one hundred percent prick. He would be willing to teach you Japanese Literature if you don't understand Japanese and have Japanese Literature homework.

Also, if you did a great job and could start speaking in Japanese, he would actually give you some of your favourite snacks as a prize for your hard work.

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On an inviting Saturday afternoon, the café's cosy ambience enveloped Imayoshi and (Y/N) as they sat together, reading over Japanese textbooks. (Y/N), a new student from China, had just arrived in Japan and was eager to learn the language. She spoke barely a little Japanese, but her ambition to grasp it was evident.

As they pored over the pages of their Japanese textbook, (Y/N) paused, her/his/their finger tracing over a word she/he/they didn't recognize. "What does 'ocha' mean?" she/he/they asked, her/his/their voice tinged with curiosity.

Imayoshi, seizing the opportunity to playfully tease his girlfriend/boyfriend, couldn't resist a mischievous grin. "Ah, 'ocha'," he began, his tone deceptively serious. "That means coffee." (Y/N) furrowed her/his/their brow, a hint of scepticism in her/his/their expression. "Really?" she/he/they questioned, not entirely convinced by Imayoshi's answer.

Imayoshi nodded, his expression perfectly composed. "Yes, that's right. And 'kohi' means tea," he added confidently, his eyes twinkling with amusement as he purposely switched the meanings. (Y/N)'s confusion deepened as she processed Imayoshi's words. "But... isn't it the other way around?" she/he/they ventured, her/his/their uncertainty evident in your voice.

Imayoshi couldn't contain his laughter any longer, the mischief dancing in his eyes as he revealed the truth. "You caught me," he admitted, his grin widening. "I was just pulling your leg. 'Ocha' actually means tea, and 'kohi' means coffee." Relief washed over (Y/N) as she/he/they realized she/he/they hadn't been misled, a playful glint entered her eyes. "You're terrible," you scolded with a playful swat to his arm

Imayoshi's playful smirk widened at (Y/N)'s pout, thoroughly enjoying their banter. "哦，你知道这个意思了。这意味着你不再需要我了吗？("Oh, do you understand the meaning now? Does this mean you no longer need me?)" he teased in Mandarin, his tone light and teasing.

(Y/N) couldn't help but play along, her/his/their pout deepening as she pretended to be offended. "我需要你教我，别那么坏 (I need you to teach me, don't be so mean.)," she/he/they replied, her/his/their voice tinged with mock indignation.

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[ejundo]

- 𝐁𝐋𝐀𝐂𝐊 𝐒𝐖𝐀𝐍 -

ᴀᴏᴍɪɴᴇ ᴅᴀɪᴋɪ x ᴍ!ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ

FEM ALIGNED PLEASE DNI! THIS STORY IS MADE FOR MALE READERS ONLY!! PLEASE AND THANK YOU FOR COOPARATING!! ٩(｡•́‿•̀｡)۶

warnings!; ice skater male reader | MALE reader | reader is a boy. | this won't have NSFW aomine is still a high schooler.... popular reader .. more to be added? slight of enemies to friends to lovers? most likely out of character

﹟ - ⌜𝐘𝐨𝐮'𝐫𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐧𝐨𝐲𝐢𝐧𝐠.. ⌝ ⌞𝐀𝐰𝐰.. 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭.. ⌟ \ 𝐓𝐨 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐚 𝐟𝐥𝐢𝐫𝐭𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐮𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐬𝐥𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐥𝐲 𝐩𝐨𝐩𝐮𝐥𝐚𝐫 𝐡𝐢𝐠𝐡 𝐬𝐜𝐡𝐨𝐨𝐥𝐞𝐫 𝐦𝐞𝐞𝐭𝐬 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐞𝐧𝐞𝐦𝐲 𝐀𝐨𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐞 𝐃𝐚𝐢𝐤𝐢. 𝐖𝐡𝐨 𝐞𝐱𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐥𝐲 𝐢𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐟𝐥𝐢𝐫𝐭𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐮𝐬 𝐥𝐨𝐬𝐞𝐫? 𝐖𝐞𝐥𝐥.. 𝐟𝐢𝐠𝐮𝐫𝐞 𝐢𝐭 𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐮𝐫𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐟 𝐥𝐚𝐳𝐲 𝐛𝐮𝐦. .

this was copy and pasted off of my wattpad and onto my tumblr because i honestly really like this story imo its more me!!! [ i dont know what this writing style is called but..] ANYWAY ENJOYYYYYY ★ one - ur in it. - ★two

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the sounds of chatter filled the air. gossip. boys fawning over female genitals and being overall.. disrespectful

well? seems like a normal day for M/n L/n. 

 well obviously , m/n l/n was apart of these cliques. socializing and gossiping with his friend. he's a popular one.. and this caught the attention of many..

he heard his name everywhere. everyone knew his name 'm/n! ' ' ohh m/n! ' he was slightly tired of it. but, he enjoyed the attention how everyone knew his name how popular he was he loved. it.

but one didn't he found it annoying.. so annoying... that was aomine daiki. he was tired of having to hear the name m/n constantly even his own teammates had said it.

' yo , did u see m/n today? ' ' that clip m/n posted on his ig was funny as hell '  ' i wonder if m/n wants to try out basketball we could teach him? ' > <

?? that's funny..

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aomine grumbled as he jumped onto the small platform placed on the roof top. he was tired. no not because of basketball , how would  thee aomine daiki get tired over basketball? exactly. he never did. never.. 

infact he was tired of m/n l/n and his stupid name. what was so special about this.. nobody?

he ice skates? so? i play basketball..

aomine though wasn't aware that he was exactly the same. let's move to m/n's point of view shall we?

stupid fucking aomine.. him and his name everywhere.. whats so special about him?

it seems the two have mutual feelings? and the same thoughts about each other.. woah

enemies.

how silly...

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M/n was heading to the ice rink he goes to , to practice. He carefully made his way on roller skates. humming a random tune. He had finally arrived at the skate rink stepping inside quickly making his way towards the lockers.

After doing his usual routine , he glanced around. Usually his skating partner would arrive earlier but it seemed that they were absent... He didn't think to much of it but had a slight ping of worry , it was unusual for his colleague to never show up for practice. M/n was now finished with his routine , stepping out of the locker room and slowly making his way towards the rink.

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 'hm? oh momoi-san! hii! ' the figure skater halted as he saw a familiar pair of pink hair enter the rink. a smile on his face as he made his way towards her , though it had slowly faded as he saw the also very familiar dark blue hair alongside her.

aomine daiki was picking his nose. ' eugh... ' m/n shivered in disgust though finally arriving infront of momoi. she was grinnning happily and both aomine and m/n knew what she was gonna say wasn't going to be a good idea.

 'n/n! dai-chan and i need your help!' she exclaimed though aomine shook his head ' i beg to differ.. though i have no idea to what you are trying to do...'

he sniffed his nose after finally NOT stuffing it with his finger flicking it somewhere... 

' well! i was thinking that maybeee you m/n could help dai-chan study! he really needs it and you both are basically the same though specialize in different athletics and you on the other hand are really smart n/n! dai-chan really needs it... '

 momoi quickly explained the ice skater could barely keep up with what she was saying...

 ' i mean i guess though i don't think me and aomine get along well.. at. all. ' m/n shrugged stepping off of the ice carefully slipping them off. 

his feet were stinging from the previous moves he was doing though he was used to it.

'hahh.. i mean it can be a way of bonding trust me! ' momoi grinned looking towards the tanned basketball player. 'well? what do you say! it could really help you... ' 

aomine only shrugged ' i don't care if i get kicked off for my grades.. their loss.. ' 

momoi didn't take that nicely. smacking the back of aomine head , m/n only watched mentally laughing at the basketball player as he winced.

 ' fine..! good god... i guess this nerd can tutor me. ' m/n kicked the basketball players leg with his barefoot. well.. not bare but you get what i mean.. hopefully. 

aomine grunted smacking the back of m/n's head exactly how momoi did it. which earned a punch to HIS and M/N's head from momoi curled up fist.

'QUIT IT YOU TWO!! ' 

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..hm those two are interesting.. but those two were in a room studying like momoi wanted them too.. more specifically m/ns room. It was simple , clean , and very neat a nice satisfying smell of something.. fresh? filled the room, it fit m/n perfectly.

' i cant believe im doing this...  what's your grade in english hm? ' m/n had muttered the first part though it was loud enough for aomine to hear. he rolled his eyes ignoring the comment ' D ' he answered. simple and dry. that ticked the skater off though he kept his cool. ' and whats your lowest grade and your highest grade. ' 

' my lowest is D which is english. and highest is A in gym. ' obviously... m/n only rolled his eyes of course this hunk had an A in gym.. though its quite surprising.. this thing? having a good grade.. what a joke..

' I suppose we can start off with english.. '  ★

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it's warm. thats.. weird. I slowly cracked open my eyes as my vision was blurred. the room was dark , and i tried remembering what had happened. well . from what I recalled...

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 ' were done for today.. you can head home now. '  i mumbled my eyes were heavy and head was banging from how absolutely stupid this fucker was.. he can't even understand a simple equation? 

'oh? that's some way to treat your guest.. its 1 am n/n. ' i scoffed. who let him called me n/n? i definitely didn't.. ' don't call me that or i'll start calling you dai from now on. get it.. because dai sounds like "die" hah... ' now  I am truly losing it. 

he only rolled his eyes and started.. stripping? out of his clothes only leaving his undergarments on ' DUDE WHAT ARE YOU DOING!? ' I had finally realized the situation throwing a notebook at the boy. and of course he had dodged it ' well. im sleeping over considering it's 1 am.. ' he plopped down onto my bed and I could only roll my eyes. I grabbed a pair of sleepwear heading for the showers..

as I made it to the bathroom I turned the shower on stepping into it satisfied as the steaming water hit my body.. refreshing... I reached out for the bottle of shampoo putting a small glob onto my hand lathering it onto my hair.. the smell of roses calmed me. rinsing the shampoo out I had moved onto conditioner. and then body wash. and that is to when my shower ended.

I slowly stepped out with a towel drying myself , wrapping it around my waist afterwards. I had then moved to brushing my teeth and doing skincare.

after doing such i made it to my room quietly making sure to not wake up those who slept in the other rooms. stupidly unaware of the "sleeping" basketball player who was reading porn on his phone.. disgusting. turning on the light i stared at the blue haired man who was reading a porno.. he only stared back. ' nice body.. though these bodies are nicer.. ' he flipped his phone showing me, i immediately panicked ' YOU IDIOT! ' I threw the clothes I had in hand at him  . 

realizing what i had done i quickly made it to him grabbing the pair of clothes and his phone shutting it off slamming it onto the desk.

proceeding to change into my clothes WITH the light off. my hair now slightly dry though still wet. ' move over or sleep on the floor. ' muttering i could hear shifting and i put my hand down guiding myself only for my hand to touch the warm skin of aomine. ' I said move over you stupid fuck.. ' I could sense him rolling his eyes and smack his arm and he lazily rolled over. 

atlas I laid down on the bed getting comfortable drifting off into a deep slumber..

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so.. that's what happenedthat's embarrassing... where is he anyway... 

lifting myself up i had realized i was laying on top of the stupid basketball player..

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