Characloud, this ask is the best, it’s not weird at all. You have unleashed a monster. Hope you enjoy this as much as I did.
Note: The s/o is self aware i.e. they have a child’s body, but an adult’s memories.
When you looked back on this someday, you would classify
this as the most surreal experience of your life. It wasn’t going to get much
stranger than you as a child and Akashi in partial disguise, pretending to be
related so you could rob an antiques shop. Maybe it was all a fever dream.
Akashi’s eyes glinted behind metal-rimmed glasses as he
tilted his head to look at you. “Are you prepared for this?”
You took a deep breath and squared your shoulders. “As much
as I’ll ever be to commit thievery.”
You caught a glimpse of a fleeting smile before he opened
the door and walked in. The shopkeeper looked up as the bell tinkled and smiled
at the impending vision of profitable sales. You followed Akashi as he strode
over to the desk, taking in the sight of weird and wonderful knick-knacks. The
lady behind the counter seemed even happier when Akashi’s expensive watched
flashed in the light.
“Good afternoon,” he intoned smoothly, “I wonder if you
could show me any interesting pieces of jewellery. I’m looking for a gift.”
“For your wife, I presume?” She pulled out a tray of rings
and bracelets. “Is the little one in on the secret as well?”
You peeked out from behind Akashi’s leg, ducking your head
shyly. He chuckled and lifted you into his arms so you could examine the trinkets.
“What do you think, sweetheart?”
You leaned forward, gazing intently and then shook your
head. “These aren’t right. Hmm…What about that one? It’s pretty.”
I wrote Kise porn again.
Not even sorry.
That’s plenty specific, thanks 🙂 I hope you like them!
- Ok but for starters:
Kise in the most fashionable ugly christmas sweater you’ve ever
seen. He looks good. Really good. Even with the smiling reindeer on
his chest. No idea how he does it.
- There are at least
three blankets around Kise and his s/o as they’re cuddled up on the
couch. There is eggnog, cookies and KFC. And a box of tissues, in
case either tears up at The Snowman (it’s probably Kise).
- When the power cuts
out, halfway through Home Alone, both of them sit there in the dark
in quiet shock for a few seconds before s/o starts freaking out.
- The blankets, while
warm, are not great in a situation like this. Kise struggles to get
out of his cocoon, not helped by the panicked flailing of his
beloved. His first instinct is to calm them down, rubbing their back
and reassuring them that he will figure out what’s going on.
- He will ask s/o to
come with him to investigate. Not because he’s afraid of the dark, oh no, but so they’re not alone in the living
room. Grabs their hand and does not let go.
- Will use cell phone
to light his way to the utility closet.
- Kise does not know
the first thing about electrical boxes. He just sort of squints at
it and pouts.
- Googles ‘electrical
box’ on his phone.
- Somewhere in all
this, Kise has entered Serious Mode. You can tell because his eyes
have gone a shade darker.
- If it is determined that the power cut cannot be fixed with the
switches inside the house, the both of them shuffle to the front window
to see if it’s a street wide problem.
- Kise calls the power
company, voice like syrup, to see when power will come back.
- It’s a black-out.
“This calls for candles!” He’s visibly excited by the prospect, not in the least because he owns a mass of tealights and scented candles that his sisters keep giving him.
- By the time he’s
grabbed them from his bedroom and lighted them in the living room,
the power comes back on.
- Compromises by
watching the rest of the movies by candlelight, leaving the hallway
light on to reassure s/o.
- “Am I your knight in shining armour now?”
Happy Christmas to you too!
Well this got out of hand.
seen this mentioned before, but I really like the thought: Aomine
being a champion of women’s rights because he has seen how Momoi is
treated, or even harassed, for the way she looks.
they go shopping together, ostensibly for shoes for him, Momoi will
sometimes have him help her pick outfits. The trick is knowing the
difference between “Whatever” and “Are you really gonna wear
that? Whatever.” The first one means it looks good.
and Aomine study together and she’s the only reason he even makes it
through the year. His grades are still awful though, because he
honestly does not care.
has been playing basketball with Aomine since she was little and
she’s actually really good. If she were in a ‘normal’ team, she’d
probably be an ace. She just doesn’t know it, because the only
people she plays with are the Generation of Miracles, and they make
anyone look like an amateur.
these two have always cared for each other, it takes them a long
time to even consider the possibility of being romantic. Daichan is
more like Momoi’s brother, and Aomine never even considers Satsuki
in a romantic way until Imayoshi points put that they’d probably be
good together. It’s a sentiment several of the Miracles have felt at
some point or other, but they, at least, were diplomatic enough not
to comment. Imayoshi does not have these qualms.
this really awkward phase for a while, where Aomine’s mind starts
wrapping around the thought of Satsuki as a woman. It involves much
blushing because holy crap she’s exactly his type.
first Aomine tries to pull away from her. If she comes to wake him
up on the roof, instead of whining, he’ll freak the fuck out. The
gears in his head are still slowly adjusting to the new situation
and he is Not Ready.
confuses the hell out of Momoi, who complains to her female friends
about how he’s so mean and why is he not more like Kuroko. Her
friends patiently, ever so patiently
sit her down to talk about her unreturned crush. “You’re telling
me you like him because he gave you a free popsicle? Didn’t Aomine
get you that teddybear once?” Ahh, but Daichan doesn’t count.
comes to a head when the Miracles have one of their joint
street games and Aomine just reacts very weirdly to Momoi trying to
steal the ball from him. Finally Kise (because of course it’s Kise)
just goes up and is all ‘What’s up with you Aominecchi, are you in
lurrve with – ACK’. He gets a ball to the face.
finally sits her down that night to explain the situation. It takes
Momoi a few more weeks to answer him.
they’ve finally made the decision, though, it feels natural. Like
they’re still best friends, only now there’s kissing.
loves, loves, LOVES watching movies or napping while draped over
Momoi. More often than not he’ll try to nuzzle her chest. This boy
is so happy that he finally has a set of boobs to play with.
- Momoi absent-mindedly running her fingers through his hair while reading
when they’re on the couch like that.
is – by far – the better cook, but he makes a terrible mess.
After a few fights about this, they come to the agreement that he
cooks, she cleans, and he has to promise to at least try to limit
the amount of sauce on the ceiling. They eat out a lot though.
remembers Momoi’s birthday, but he’s terrible at gift giving.
Momoi makes sure to text her wish list to Kuroko, Kagami, Kise and
even Sakurai several weeks in advance of any event, because she
knows he’ll ask a friend for inspiration.
knows Aomine is a man of simple tastes, so she just gets
him new shoes or a game or something. He’s fine with this.
is confident enough to not get anxious about his love for gravure
magazines but she refuses to buy them for him. He’ll just have to
get those himself.
goes for morning runs and Momoi makes sure there’s hot coffee or tea
waiting when he gets back. This gives him such a feeling of well-being that the
tips of his ears go red.
Momoi has a lot of work, he will do his best to return the favour.
She’ll walk into the kitchen and there’s a random batch of cherries
in the fridge, or dinner is cooked and the counter has been –
badly – wiped. None of this is ever spoke of.
even though I’m in my mid 20’s). I’m very passionate at the ONE thing
I’m interested in (one interest at a time), I’m too perceptive
sometimes to the point of being cynical and untrusting. Despite my
childlike tendencies I’m a deep person and thinks and feels maturely.
I think a lot about philosophical ideas. I get hurt or bothered too
easily even if the words spoken aren’t even meant to be negative.
Very irritable and moody and most of the time gets really annoyed
when things don’t go my way. Stubborn. Gets cold and distant when
angry or not in the mood. Very low self-esteem, socially awkward and
lacking in the communication department (I can’t maintain a
conversation apart from the basic greetings!), I’m a loner, quiet (I
can for days without talking to anyone and it doesn’t bother me),
likes to have my personal space without being bothered or demanded of
my time or company, although when it’s a festive mood or I’M in the
mood I’m really talkative if it’s someone I’m comfortable with
(family, friends). I’m cowardly and doesn’t want to step out of my
comfort zone; avoids fears and confrontations as much as possible by
escaping realities (I drown myself in my favorite anime), worrier.
Dramatic. I’m single-minded to the point of being obsessed; I can
only be interested in one thing at a time but when I am, that’s the
only thing I ever think about. But I have short attention span so I
get swayed easily so my loyalty changes as well. My behavior towards
people totally depends on their attitude. If someone is nice I tend
to be much nicer and totally under their command, but if they do
something negative to me or even to other people, the positive
feelings I have are totally negated and even though they weren’t even
being mean to ME I tend to show my bad side to them (I stop talking
to them, glaring). Too much pride, I don’t like people to see my
crying or being hurt, I don’t apologize first (if I even). I hold
grudges, although I don’t tell people what my problem with them is.
They see me being angry, but they can’t tell why. Always appear to
have a no-care attitude and absorbed in my own world, but deep inside
I care a lot (deep inside, but I barely let those caring feelings
out). I like someone who shares my interests, someone who can
understand me deeply. I don’t like judgmental, arrogant, unfair
people. My hobbies are reading, writing, watching anime and horror
movies, sleeping, daydreaming, surfing the net, and listening to
music. I grew up being a ‘child’ all the time so it’s already my
nature (like I can literally roll or lay sprawled on the ground or
jump around the house and it’s an everyday normal thing for me, I
speak babyishly, too – except when I’m outside or with people I
don’t know), but everyone in the family and relatives know I’m a
baby. I’m very simple, conservative, and reserved. I don’t have
interests in girly things like make-up, dresses, fashion, bags,
shoes. I’m an otaku and my interests are anime and writing,
J/K-pop,collecting manga and action figures of my fave anime.
This may sound weird at first, but I think you would make a
great couple with Takao Kazunari!
is, canonically, good with children and we’ve seen that the man would
have infinite patience with your more tsundere tendencies. That stuff
slides off him like water off a good natured duck. He also has no problems with your
obsessive personality, going with the flow of whatever your latest
hobby is. In return, he’ll want you to come watch him, as well.
He likes that you’re spontaneous and make him feel all
responsible, because despite his boisterous personality, he kinda
wants to be a protector. His first instinct would probably be to act
as a buffer for you in social situations, just breaking the tension
with a well place, if stupid, joke. What I get from your description
is that you’re very hard on yourself and he’s emphatic enough to see
that as well. So while he makes little jabs at your expense (he can’t
help himself, really), he will also, almost incessantly, try to build
you up with little silly (or serious) compliments, and he’ll coax you
to try new, fun things, always with him by your side, of course.
For Takao, a perfect evening involves weirdness. Especially if you’re
just having a night in. Since you started dating him, he’s made you
watch ‘The Lift’, a horror movie about a demonic elevator, ‘Sint’,
about a demonic santa, ‘Tokyo Gore Police’, ‘Birdemic’ and every
instance of ‘Troll’ he could find (He wouldn’t stop laughing at the
“They’re eating him, oh my god” scene and you legit thought you’d
lost him for a second there. It was the scariest part of the whole
This evening, he walks into your house with some snacks
and an excited gleam in his eyes.
“Look!” he says, “I
finally found it! It’s a classic!”
What it is, is ‘Manos, the
hands of Fate’, supposedly the worst horror movie ever made, and you
have no idea how he managed to get his hands on what looks like a
legitimate dvd of the film. He spends the evening cuddled on the
couch with you, giggling and occasionally trying to scare you, since
the movie isn’t doing a good job on this front. Once it’s done, he lets you pick the next one, so you can get some actual
Last week I promised that
more filth was coming, so here it is.
NSFW under the cut to protect the innocent.
ever work on something and the whole time you’re like ‘what the heck
am I doing?’. This is that something for me. It’s the lewdest thing
I’ve ever written (…so far). It has dom Kise and bondage and
humiliation and did I mention dom Kise? I don’t even know, man.
I really like the idea of
Kise having two sides to him, and this story pretty much pits manga
Kise (cold, distant, dead serious) against anime Kise (entirely too enthusiastic)
in the type of bondage scenario I can get behind (holy shit healthy
The ribbon, bright pink
and silky, dug into the back of your neck, not enough to hurt, but
very obviously present as you sat on your knees on the white fluffy
carpet in your living room. It came down into a tie at your front
where it spread out in a series of knots that Kise, after watching a
tutorial only once, had expertly worked open into diamond shapes with
cords looping from your back and crossing in front before reaching
around again. It created the effect of a very elaborate skintight
cage, a bright flash of lines against your skin.
In the mirror
Kise had placed in front of you, it was undeniably beautiful, even as
it started to squeeze patterns in the softer parts of your flesh.
Oh hey, I edited and posted that Hanamiya story from a while back on AO3
It has fluff and angst and that thing I notice I like doing a lot, with the flashbacks.