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[darlingtakao]

Hello there! I just wanted to say that I really do enjoy your writing and I've pretty much just reached the last page of this blog a few minutes ago? ( Q V Q ) Anyway, I'm really looking forward to more scenarios and fics from you! Especially something with Tatsuya and the MiraGen where reader is pretty much the mom and Niji just---

oh my gosh .//////. the last page

so you managed to read the stories too. woah!!!!

Thank you and I’m so glad you enjoyed it <3 As for the family!au, hehe, there’s actually a thing going around deviantart where fellow writers (mostly my friends there) made stories based on the au that I created. The collection can be found here.

[darlingtakao]

gom playing strip poker with momoi ;-))))

This is also going to function as an announcement that GoM for me means the five plus Kuroko and Momoi. Teiko kids is them plus Nijimura and Haizaki. That aside, here’s the request~!

Kise loses on the very first round and his pathetic combination of cards left everyone howling in laughter. He pouted as he fiddled with his sweater before taking it off. Aomine whistles appreciatively, earning him a whack on the forehead from the blonde.

“Not funny Aominecchi!”

“Hah! Like you’re even attractive!”

The game continues, mostly punctuated by Kise’s wails of despair along with an assortment of his things thrown on the center pile. Kise doesn’t have a poker face and although it’s still a lot better than Midorima (the tsundere is just too easy to read), his cards just really suck.

“Full house.”

“I hate you,” Kise spites with pure venom as he glares at Midorima’s unbelievably lucky streak. It’s so unfair.

“Hmph, Gemini’s rank last today, nanodayo. You should have known this is coming.”

“No fair! I want out!”

“Kise-kun, as much as your naked body is unappealing in every way —”

“So mean Kurokocchi!”

“— we’re not ending the game.”

“How cruel Kuro-chin,” Murasakibara remarked, although his bored eyes told otherwise. He definitely doesn’t care the slightest.

After another five rounds, Kise begs for defeat as he is only left with his boxers. Akashi spared them the trauma and Kise’s begging so they were finally down with six. Murasakibara and Aomine’s single strip aside, everyone is still fully clothed.

The game progressed a little quieter, punctuated this time with Kise’s ooh’s and aah’s as he watched Aomine’s cards. Aomine may have an average poker face but Kise’s little cheer and sulks gives him dead away.

“Stop screaming, you idiot!” Aomine shouts in frustration as he takes off his pants by the eighth round. Damn it, he wasn’t wearing accessories so clothes are immediately off him. Why is the blonde idiot hovering over him anyway? Shouldn’t he be pestering Kuroko or something?

“Ah… this is not good…”  Momoi’s forlorn voice cut Aomine’s reverie. Aomine smirks. This is his chance! His cards are fairly good too.

“I’m in!” Aomine haughtily declares.

“Fold.” the chorus of voices were heard, except Satsuki who kept her cards. Not that Aomine cares because he’ll win this round this —

“The hell?!”

Momoi’s smug little smile was still there. “Come on Dai-chan, strip~!”

Ugh, women! Aomine curses as he finally removes his last piece of clothing, leaving him nothing but boxers.

“You can show yourself out of the circle, Aomine,” Akashi finally makes a comment.

“Hah? But I still have —”

“Too indecent,” Midorima loudly protested, shoving Aomine out of the circle.

Murasakibara wrinkled his nose along. “Gross, Mine-chin. Sa-chin is here.”

“Nothing definitely worth seeing, Mukkun,” Momoi nods solemnly, ignoring the protest from Aomine.

Eventually, the calm comes back and the game continues. Midorima and Murasakibara loses next, on consecutive grounds as they keep losing on every other turn. Midorima actually still has his pants on but he leaves by then, too embarrassed. Which is funny since they’re all guys here.

“Momoi is here.”

“Really Midorin?” Momoi managed to raise an eyebrow? “I was the one doing the body inspection back at Teikou’s first string.”

That’s very true but Midorima is too damn stubborn so they simply let him.

By now, it’s the ‘battle of the shorties’ (as Aomine puts it, not that the title will ever see the light of day). Everyone is still fully clothed. It was impressive, really, at this point.

It got a bit boring after another ten rounds.

“Ugh, this sucks…” Kise groaned (still in his underwear) as he watched Kuroko’s forever poker face stare at his cards. Akashi is smiling, but then their captain is always smiling, that calculated lift of his lips that sends all sorts of warning signals. And last but definitely not the least was Momoi.

Momoi was loud compared to the silent two players. She pouts, whines and moans at her cards. The thing is though, every single damn time, it ends up as an act. Or when it’s not, they never ended up challenging her. She is manipulative in her own way. Kise couldn’t help but be impressed, honestly.

“Check mate.”

Kise’s musings were cut as he watched when Kuroko’s normal blank expression turned flustered as both Akashi and Momoi’s voice chorused. They even used the same phrase! And it’s not even chess!

Like a miracle, Kuroko finally took off his first item of clothing.

After that, Kuroko was utterly defeated. Kise couldn’t believe how Akashi and Momoi tag teamed Kuroko. It was honestly cruel but then he stops himself. Kuroko was mean too when Kise was still in the game.

Poker is a cruel game so he just lets this slide.

It’s now just a battle between Momoi and Akashi and honestly, everyone was back with their clothes on. Murasakibara, completely uninterested with the outcome, excused himself to get some snacks and maybe doze off in the couch. Midorima and Kise were at Momoi’s side, a subtle show that they’re rooting for her, probably sore at their defeat against Akashi. Aomine shares the same sentiments but against Momoi this time so he’s behind Akashi, although is a feet away for safe distance. You can never be too sure.

Kuroko follows after Murasakibara after the thirtieth round and both were sleeping on the couch cuddling together, with no care on who won.

Eventually, items were thrown into the center pile. Akashi and Momoi takes turn in winning and it was a vicious battle of mental strength and screwing each other up with mind games. Momoi has gone deathly quiet, her eyes piercing into the soul of the redhead captain. Akashi is not one to back down and smirks right back.

Aomine wakes up with a sore neck and in a really awkward position. And by awkward, it meant that he was groping Midorima’s legs like a body pillow.

Kise was sprawled somewhere where Aomine stepped on (”Yaaah!! What gives?!”) as he trudges his way to the kitchen. Momoi and Akashi were already there bright and early and drinking coffee.

“Ah, Aomine, you’re awake. Good morning.”

“Dai-chan~! Good morning!”

Aomine doesn’t really understand how can these two function this much so early but he lets it slide and slumps his head on the table. He groans at the pain. “So who won the game?”

“Ah, we couldn’t tell,” Momoi pouts. “We ran out of clothes to offer to the pile.”

There is something wrong with the sentence for sure, but Aomine is too sleep deprived to process it properly. “So what happened..?”

“We agreed to use yours and other’s clothes instead,” Akashi replied pleasantly.

It took him a whole minute but eventually, Aomine’s eyes traveled down to his person. He didn’t even get the time to shout when his voice was drowned by another in the living room.

“WHY THE HELL AM I NAKED, NANODAYO?”

[darlingtakao]

Do you still accept requests? Cooking lesson story featuring Nijimura and fem!s/o. Thanks!

yes I do, anon ;3; and if you want more of the similar scenarios, there’s an Akashi and Kuroo (haikyuu!) version that features baking ohohoho~!

It’s not exactly a cooking lesson I am so sorry OTL

“I like a girl that cooks.”

Those six words, although uttered with the most innocent intent, made your whole world crash right then and there. Honestly you want to cry right now and the only thing holding you back is the expectant little smile from your boyfriend.

Ugh, how are you supposed to tell Nijimura that you suck at cooking? Especially when he looks at you like that… Seriously, can’t he be satisfied with a Chinese takeout? You were planning to take him out to dinner every night if you two got married.

Unbelievable.

“_____?”

“Let’s break up.”

“What?”

“What?” you can feel that you’re already getting hysterical. This is a national disaster! A total —

“The heck is going in that brain of yours?” Nijimura snapped you out of your nightmare, frowning with both worry and irritation.

“I can’t cook.” Such a pathetic declaration of defeat before the war even began but it cannot be helped. You suppose it’s for the best to be completely honest at this point. You can’t exactly promise him impeccable fried pork cutlets when you can’t even touch the stove without burning everything.

“Oh,” Nijimura blinked at your stupor. At this point, you want to slap his face. How dare he make light of this situation by staring so stupidly at you? Your eyes begin to water again and you can’t help but pout in exasperation.

“Well, I’m sorry for being an utter failure for a future wife!”

“Woah, calm down, geez,” Nijimura sighed, grabbing both your shoulders to steady yourself and kissing your forehead to bring you back from your hysteria. “I’m not gonna break up with you because of that. I just want fried rice. Want to try that out?”

You sniffed and, not trusting your voice to break, nodded feebly.

Nijimura suppose this is a bad idea altogether.

The moment you started with the knife and using the wrong side, Nijimura pronounced to himself that you’re gonna be a lost cause. Still, he’s not one to give up on people, especially his beloved girlfriend so he tries to look for ways to improve on your skill, no matter how relatively small and insignificant it is.

It was a really bad idea.

Not the part where he’s not giving up, mind you, but rather, the fact that you put on that cute apron; the way you tied your hair in a messy (and rather sexy) bun that leaves some strands on your face which you blew with a pout and a huff; the fact that your eyes and focus are so deep in the instructions he give, your lips forming a smile of victory or frown of defeat whenever you accomplish or fail something.

You are too cute to be his student. It’s utterly unfair.

Nijimura was partly debating to himself whether this is one of your schemes to seduce when your voice broke him out of his reverie (ogling, more like). “How do you cut the vegetables again? The small square types.”

“It’s like this,” Nijimura replies without missing a beat, taking your hand that was holding the knife and guiding it to cut the vegetables.

Chop. Chop. Chop.

The rhythmic sound of the sound meeting the wooden board almost took his full concentration. Almost, because out of the corner of his eyes, he found himself realizing that he’s so close, so close, to you that he could count your eye lashes. 

“Ah!” you screamed in surprise as the knife flew from your hand when you felt Nijimura’s lips making contact on your cheek and letting it linger on your left ear. Fortunately, there were no casualties when Nijimura continued to press his lips on your face, cooking lesson forgotten.

[darlingtakao]

Hello there! :3 Not a request but well, I just discovered this blog and I'm loving it with all my might. So... huh, maybe I'll ask you some short scenarios in the future, but until then I wanted to tell you that your works are awesome! Thank you for starting them <3

OH MY GOSH .///////.

Hello hello and welcome to my blog <3 <3 <3 Thank you for taking the time to tell me this because it means so much in the midst of these busy and rough times .////. Yes lovely, you are most welcome to send a short request in the near future~!

[darlingtakao]

miss-ninelle replied to your post “JENNACCHI <3 Can I request Kaijou team being really feelzy and just...”

Thank you, that was great <3

You’re very much welcome ;3;

[darlingtakao]

JENNACCHI <3 Can I request Kaijou team being really feelzy and just fluffy with their female manager after they won a match? (She's Kise's s/o and has a platonic relationship with the rest) *^* I would love this nnnn <3

Lovelies! This is another wonderful person that stayed by my side during the hiatus! Our conversations and her valuable insights and thoughts kept me on solid ground on this fandom. Basically, because of her, it never occurred to me to drop the knb fandom. So give her lots of love <3 especially the Kaijou kind (Kise and Moriyama more so ohohoho~!!)

It’s in a read more since it got long *^*

“WE WON! WE WON! WE WON!”

Hayakawa was shouting in frenzy right after the buzzer blared and the score between Shuutoku and Kaijou ended with a 120 — 121 with Kise’s Perfect Copy of Midorima’s high projectile three sealing their victory. Everyone gathered around Kise to shower him with praises and for a moment, his golden hair disappeared amidst the human pile of blue jerseys and sweaty bodies.

“They did a really good job,” Kasamatsu said, looking at the new team with fondness in his eyes. He smiled slightly as he glanced at his former classmates and fellow alumni. “What do you guys think?”

“I’m so proud of Nakamura,” Moriyama beamed with so much pride. “Did you see him shoot those three’s with Miyaji’s brother on defense? The kid has come a long way.”

“Hayakawa is a good captain,” Kobori added, “He got everyone’s spirits up during the third quarter when Midorima was on the roll with a 21-point lead. Let’s go congratulate them properly.”

The other two nodded at Kobori’s suggestion and together, they went towards the players’ benches. Kaijou’s side was practically empty — as everyone ran to the court to congratulate their Ace — save for a single person on the bench.

“Oh! It’s _____! Oi, _____-chan!”

You turned around at the sound of your name and sure enough, there was Moriyama, waving enthusiastically at your direction. Besides him was Kasamatsu and Kobori. The three probably went to see the match during their spare time.

Moriyama jogged ahead when he saw you turn around towards them. When he finally reached the benches, his arms automatically wrapped around your waist and lifted you easily. “_____-chan! This is fate that we met each other again!”

“Moriyama-senpai,” you laughed at his brazen declaration. “It’s nice to see you too.”

“Idiot,” Kasamatsu muttered when he and Kobori caught up. He glanced at you and smiled slightly (Shyly? Nervously?). “Congratulations on your good job as a manager. Hayakawa briefed me about the new team and he said nothing but praises about you.”

“Ah, _____-chan, I wish you were our manager back then,” Kobori said with a sigh, ”Maybe Moriyama wouldn’t have to drag us everywhere girl hunting.”

“Hey!” Moriyama protested with a pout, hugging you tighter. “If it weren’t for those mixers, we wouldn’t have met _____-chan.”

You couldn’t help but blush when he mentioned the first time you met the team. It was last year, shortly after the InterHigh ended. Moriyama, still a third year, entered your first year classroom one day and asked if you and your female classmates are interested in a mixer. You were one of the few that accepted the invitation and the rest was history.

“Ah! Kasamatsu-senpai! Mo(r)iyama-senpai! Kobo(r)i-senpai!”

Sure enough, Hayakawa came running once he spotted the little reunion taking place by the bench. He was grinning so wide, proud and happy at their victory against one of Tokyo’s Three Kings. You were immediately torn away from Moriyama’s hold to be crushed this time by Hayakawa’s hug and loud yelling. You couldn’t help but cheer and hug back as well, caught up in his euphoria.

“_____-chan! We won! We won!” It was Nakamura this time, stealing you from Hayakawa to give you a hug as well. He was smiling so brightly and there were tears in his eyes. “Did you see my steal against Midorima?! I even managed to drive past their point guard and pass it to Kise!”

“I did!” you replied with a laugh. “That was amazing, Nakamura-senpai!”

“_____-cchi!”

And suddenly, your world was only gold hair and excited smiles when Kise finally reached you. He wasn’t jumping unlike the rest and instead, his knees was shaking from exhaustion. The moment he caught up, his whole weight leaned to your frame. He sighed in content at the contact. “Did you see me, _____-cchi? We won…”

“I saw, Ryouta,” you replied softly, wrapping your arms around his waist and holding his closer. “Congratulations.”

“_____-cchi? Ryouta?” Kasamatsu raised an eyebrow at the rather intimate address. “Are you two—”

“No! _____-chan, why?!” Moriyama wailed then glared at Kise. “You! What did you to her?!”

Kise’s tired stature suddenly turned alert as he protectively hugged you, pouting at his seniors. “_____-cchi is mine!”

“You’re blushing,” Kobori chuckled. “That’s honestly cute. When did this happen?”

“I’m not blushing!” Kise protested.

“Just a month ago,” Nakamura replied, grinning teasingly and ignoring Kise’s glare. “Ryouta was an absolute puppy before that. He was so docile you wouldn’t—”

“Nakamura-senpai!” Kise wailed, thoroughly embarrassed. No one needs to know that!

“I guess a girlfriend would do you some good,” Kasamatsu remarked. “Is this the reason why you kept calling at odd hours to—”

“Kasamatsu-senpai, don’t!”

You smiled helplessly at the continuing bickering from Kise to the rest of the team. Honestly, the teasing was embarrassing and the only thing that’s stopping you to protest along with Kise was the fact that he kept holding you close, never embarrassed of his deep affection towards you.

[darlingtakao]

hello! I really do love your writing, especially the ones about Yosen! I spent an hour or so scrolling through your tumblr..heh. Would it be too much to ask if you could give me a small shout out, I just started >.< thanks!

omg thank you ;n; I’m so glad to hear you enjoyed my blog! <3 All the love for Yosen is welcome here! With a fellow Takao icon ohohoho~!

Everyone, please check kuroko-no-fanfic ^^ They’re only starting so give them lots of requests!

[darlingtakao]

..... Who is Sa-chin? I'm fairly curious :O

It’s Momoi teehee~! Murasakibara’s first nickname to her was Momo-chin until Momoi pointed out that it’s not a good nickname so he went with Sa-chin. Murasakibara has a knack of making comments without context and not bothering to explain (kind of like a child); he did this once in the light novel as a passing mention to Akashi (my last captain) and Kuroko (little guy in my last team lol) so it’s not far off for him to mention Sa-chin.

[darlingtakao]

Can I get some funny fluff with Wei, his super pretty girlfriend and the Yosen team?

This is exactly how my Okamura fic will go tbh… when it’s finally out of the drafts, that is sdjldjdfsjfaljf

“Liu!”

Everyone froze midway on their practice. That voice… it was both unfamiliar and feminine sounding. But more importantly, it was calling someone from the basketball team.

In short, there is a girl looking at them.

The immediate reaction was chaos. Fukui was seeing red as he tried to calm everyone, all the way down to the third string, from the commotion at seeing a female (besides their scary coach) inside the gym. Okamura wasn’t helping much since he also got affected pretty badly.

Only three people were completely unaffected by this incident.

First, of course, was Himuro. He was always surrounded by girls, unintentionally or otherwise, so he wasn’t really fazed at the surprise visit. He simply offered a polite wave before going back to shooting three’s.

Next, as expected, was Wei. It was a rare moment to see their stiff small forward smile so easily but he did as he makes his way to the entrance to greet his girlfriend. He ended the little exchange with a kiss right in the lips, complete with cupping her delicate cheeks and lingering a bit longer than necessary. Whether he did it out of affection or to tease his fellow single teammates, no one will never know.

Last was Murasakibara. Honestly, no one really expected for him to react. The girl was a human, not a food and so it stands to reason that their Ace will have not give any attention whatsoever to Wei’s girlfriend. What’s surprising, however, is his little remark.

“Wei-chin. She’s pretty cute. Just like Sa-chin.”

Who the heck is Sa-chin?

[darlingtakao]

hi hi hi !! can I request for a fluffy akashi scenario please? :-)

anon, this a bit too general. I could direct you to a fluffy Akashi fic that I made some time ago c: it’s “Five Minutes” written by yours truly~

[darlingtakao]

Himuro pls! Playing street b-ball and taking his shirt off in front of his crush or girlfriend. Thank you! I'm glad you're back! 〜(^∇^〜）（〜^∇^)〜 ヾ(@^▽^@)ノ

those kaomojis though ohohohoho~! thank you bb and i’m glad i’m back too ;u; let’s do this using Himuro’s crush instead~!

Himuro was getting desperate.

It was already in the middle of the third quarter and still, your attention is still not on him.

… ok, so maybe that wasn’t the complete truth. Your eyes do focus on him from time to time. His dilemma, however, is keeping that attention to himself. He didn’t like the how your eyes could easily be swept away by another when he just finished doing his mirage shot. And sure you cheer for him whenever he has the ball, but the vigor is the same as much as the next guy.

In short, he really wants to be special and desperate times calls for desperate measures.

He never pegged himself as an exhibitionist so his ears were already a brilliant shade of red the moment he lifts his shirt off and the female crowd swoons at his bold display. He lowers his head just barely to hide both his eyes as he takes his shirt off.

He inhales deeply. Come on Himuro, you can do this, he mentally prepares himself. He can totally play this of cool. Yeah. Really cool smooth move to get your attention. He steals a glance at your direction, and sure enough, you were there gaping at him. It gives him a little confidence. That was a really good—

Himuro freezes in horror when he yanks his shirt a bit too hard and he topples over the bench. It was at that very he wants to evaporate into space.

“Himuro, are you all right?”

There was a tug on his shirt and off it goes like how it was supposed to a minute ago. You entered in his vision as soon as he stopped getting blind over the fabric. You looked worried as you helped him up. Himuro managed a weak nod on his part. “Thanks…” he said, all hopes of being noticed down the drain.

“Ah it’s nothing,” you replied, your hands still on his side. You blushed and smiled shyly. “Good luck on the game. I’m rooting for you.”

At those words, Himuro was instantly up and smiling back gratefully. So maybe his lame attempt wasn’t in vain after all. He’ll do it right next time… but he’s going to keep his shirt on after.

[darlingtakao]

Hiii~ can i request headcanons or a scenario (your choice) about kagami and a short s/o?? Either on a date or doing something at home (like cooking, cleaning or watching tv) thank youu~ <3 love your blog btw ;)

aaaaah thank you lovely anon ;n; I love you too <3 I’ll be using a framework if you don’t mind ;3;

big spoon/little spoon: Kagami is the big spoon, although he prefers it when you’re facing him instead, with your head buried on his chest. 

favorite non-sexual activity: Piggyback rides after dates. Kagami would never admit it but he loves it whenever you fall asleep halfway and your head resting perfectly on his shoulder. He may steal a kiss or two on the way home.

who uses all the hot water: Kagami doesn’t really use hot water so he lets you use up all the hot water. That is, except for winter and he makes sure that he goes in first because he doesn’t really wanna die of hypothermia because you used all the hot water.

most trivial thing they fight over: Kagami doesn’t really understand why you get so upset when he presses the toothpaste in the middle instead of pressing it at the end so he makes sure to buy a pair so you won’t berate him for his use of toothpaste.

who does most of the cleaning: Depends. Kagami cleans most of the time, although on days when he’s too exhausted, he just flops down on his bed with his smelly clothes thrown haphazardly around the apartment. You didn’t really mind it, however, and takes on his slack on the days he’s being messy.

who calls up the super/landlord when the heat’s not working: You, as you watch Kagami in amusement insisting that he can fix it himself. You added that the landlord to hurry up when one of the screws fly off. That can’t be good...

who steals the blankets: Neither of you use a blanket; Kagami’s body temperature is warm enough to be your heat for the night. On the days that you do need a blanket, i.e., winter, no one ends up stealing the blankets as Kagami is a big cuddle monster.

who leaves their stuff around: None because while both of you and not super anal neat, you two are decent enough to clean after yourselves.

who remembers to buy the milk: You. As much as Kagami is the commander in the kitchen, he doesn’t really keep tabs of the things in the pantry.

who remembers anniversaries: Neither loooool both of you never see the point of celebrating anniversaries and instead, opt to celebrate your love whenever you believe it is appropriate.

who cooks normally?: Kagami ofc, although you do insist on baking and making desserts.

how often do they fight?: Often but it’s often petty. Kagami is a hothead and easier to manage after he lets out the anger, no matter how tiny. You two are quick to reconcile. When it comes to serious misunderstandings, both of you make a point to form a truce every night as neither of you wanted to sleep when the other is still upset.

who is more likely to pay for dinner?: Since Kagami is often the one cooking, you make it up by paying for the groceries. But for dinner dates, you two alternate on who will pay.

who kissed who first?: Kagami!! And he planned it all so he’d initiate. Still, the first kiss ended up awkward and cute as it was his first time as well.

who made the first move?: You haha! Which made Kagami vow that he’ll be the one kissing you first ;3;

who started the relationship?: Mutual! You both ended up confessing at the same time and Kagami finally got around to breathing properly.

[darlingtakao]

minghuaghazan replied to your post “Camping with Yosen babies. Scenario or headcanons it's up to you ;)”

Oh my dear, thank you for these kind words!���� And this scenario was cute, especially embrasing Liu ��

anytime love ;3; and cutie Liu is the best Liu ok ohohoho~!

[darlingtakao]

Hey can I have a scenario were akashi and Murasakibara are cheating on there s/o

Anon, I am so sorry but this is what immediately came to mind for me. NSFW ahead. Female s/o, if you don’t mind.

Akashi is a bad man.

At first, he simply chucked it to curiosity. When it turned into a second instance, he dismissed it to simple carnal passion. After all, his heart still truly belongs to his partner. He still plans on pursuing the marriage and spend the rest of his life by his partner’s side.

That is, until the third instance came, and the fourth, then the fifth, sixth…

Akashi gasped, his body arching from the pleasure and aching need for another contact of the warm wet lips sucking on his nipples. He hears a faint sound of his belt getting unbuckled and automatically, he raised his hips for his pants to be pulled down. He shivered when he felt getting cupped and prodded under the layer of his boxers.

“Aka-chin… you’re hard…”

Akashi finally managed to flutter his eyes open and strain a small affectionate smile to his lover. Between his legs perched Murasakibara, his long messy hair falling on his eyes, covering the lust that threatens to consume him. “Yes, I am Atsushi…” Akashi replies softly. “Will you do something about it?”

Murasakibara glanced up at Akashi when the latter tucks the strand of his purple hair behind his ears. Gentle; Akashi has always been gentle with him. Murasakibara let out a hum before running his lips down Akashi’s stomach, sucking and kissing the sweat forming on the shorter man’s body. He takes out his tongue and runs in over Akashi’s boxers, giving a teasing suck on the fabric before going further down to assault the man’s thighs.

Akashi is delicious, enough for Murasakibara to forget for a fleeting moment that he is a married man with a family waiting for him to come home.

[darlingtakao]

Camping with Yosen babies. Scenario or headcanons it's up to you ;)

ok ok before I answer this, I want everyone to know that the lovely minghuaghazan spoiled me during my entire (I repeat: ENTIRE) hiatus by indulging me of my love for Yosen, especially Fukui. She is one of the reasons why I came here sooner (I was planning to come back by December or even next year). Shower her with lots of love too, ok ^^ That said, this is a short scenario request that got long because I enjoyed the mood so much (plus it has Fukui as the main so yeah, I’m biased //nervous laughter)

Fukui couldn’t comprehend what made their coach think it’s a good idea to hold a camping trip in the middle of freezing winter. He remembers something about ‘team building’ and the fact that they have a new shooting guard to work with. Hah! As far as he is concerned, there is no need for team building with Himuro.

But alas, a training camp is a training camp so he’s here for the good part of the week with Okamura’s futile attempt to calm the other members as his sole form of entertainment.

“Fukui, help me out here!” Okamura was in near tears when he failed spectacularly to convince their Ace to take a bath (”Hnn..! Don’t wanna… too cold…”).

Fukui gave him a funny look. Is his captain serious? If Okamura can’t use physical force on Murasakibara, what more can Fukui do? “I don’t have any snacks, if that’s what you’re asking.”

“Go fetch Himuro.”

Fukui instantly scowled. “I am not standing up and freeze my ass outside.” He didn’t really understand how the second years were able to stand the weather outside. Fukui was used to the cold — he lived in Akita his whole life — but today’s practice left him exhausted with little body temperature to work with after cooling down.

“Come on! This is captain’s orders!”

“I hate you, gorilla-chin,” Fukui cursed but got up anyways, ignoring the pitiful cries of his captain because of the insult. Okamura can cry all he wants but it’s not him who’s going to have hypothermia later.

Himuro and Wei were caught in an intense one-on-one of basketball. After the twenty-third point, they stopped counting to concentrate more on breathing properly under the harsh cold weather.

Himuro was obviously the better player out of the two but Wei was more accustomed to the freezing temperature. LA didn’t have winter, and the only times Himuro experienced snow was him inside a gym looking outside. Himuro was outright shivering while Wei took off his scarf.

The handicap was enough for them to be evenly matched.

Himuro had the ball and was about to go for a drive when his legs froze for a split second. The blip was enough for Wei to react and steal the ball. Himuro cursed inwardly and went on defense. Wei stood up straight, towering Himuro immensely. Will he drive or try to shoot for a three?

Before any of them could move, Fukui’s figure appeared, his frame looking tinier with the extra coats that seem to swallow him whole. “Oi! H-Himuro! The g-gorilla needs you t-to get our Ace out!”

Immediately, the match ended, knowing that Fukui is the scariest right next to the coach’s shinai. Himuro gave a nod before taking off on a run, leaving Wei with the ball.

Wei merely looked at the condition of his vice captain shivering violently to fetch his discarded scarf and wrap it around Fukui’s neck.

“Thank you..?” Fukui said, his brow raised at the curious act of kindness from his underclassman.

Wei merely shrugged and stretched his arms wide. “Do thou want an embrace?”

Really, it was good call for Okamura not to question why Wei was all over Fukui’s frame and locking the vice captain’s arms in his (probably so Fukui can’t employ physical violence).

It is a consensus that everyone can’t wait for the training camp to be over.

[darlingtakao]

ss May I request Kise, having a S/O from Kaijo who recently got into modelling and they're browsing through S/O photos in a magazine <3

When Kise teased you about going into modeling, he didn’t expect that you’d take the suggestion seriously. He never pegged you for the type with your laid back attitude and no nonsense view with life. So, it was a complete surprise when he suddenly found your face in the cover of the latest Zunon Girl issue, right next to his cover page of Zunon Boy.

Of course he immediately bought a copy and was instantly filing through the pages. He probably looked really crazy when his eyes went wide and his voice made all sorts of surprised sounds.

“My _____-cchi..!”

And sure enough, it was you, flashing an easy smile on every page with the latest fashion trend on casual clothes for Fall. Most of your shots were solo with the Tokyo street as your background, making him conclude that this was taken outside the studio. There were other models, most of the them Kise recognizes from a past project. Huh, you look really natural to—

“Eh?!”

Kise shouted in despair when the last page featured a shot of you with a partner… a male partner, to be specific. It wasn’t an overly affectionate pose, with you merely slinging your arm around the guy’s shoulder and laughing. It was a friendly shot, at best. Unfortunately, Kise didn’t like the way the guy’s eyes was looking at your direction (nevermind that maybe that was the director’s intention).

It wasn’t a surprise that Kise’s next course of action was to demand to his manager to take you under their modeling agency. “… and I want my next project to be with her, ok? I want a summer bikini collection, please! … Eh?! No, of course I’m not crazy...”

[darlingtakao]

imagine Takao and Midorima playiing basketball with thier s/o and accidentially elbowing them in the face

Takao Kazunari: Takao is immediately all over you, hugging you tightly and apologizing profusely at the accident. His arms held yours securely, unconsciously afraid that you’ll get pissed and get revenge by elbowing him back but his fear is gone when you patiently tell him that you’re not angry.

You do, however, glared when he’s back on the game and completely forgotten that you need an ice pack to your bleeding nose.

“Kazu, you idiot!”

—

Midorima Shintarou: Midorima freezes as your form was completely knocked to the ground, your hand instantly above your eyes. You were hissing in pain and could feel the tears forming in your eyes when you were gently picked up from the ground.

“Shin—”

“I’m sorry,” his voice was curiously small and remorseful, despite the incident being a mere accident. “Let me see.”

You hesitated at first, afraid of the forming black eye that will definitely be unattractive in front of your boyfriend, but one firm grip on your wrist told you that it was a command, not a request. You sighed and let down your hand, biting your lips to keep the tears from spilling. Fortunately, Midorima merely checked your condition and suggested to go to the nearest convenience store for an ice pack.