pride kun

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└ The closest apart in age, yet poles apart in personality. (^_^)

Bonus:

Cos you can already see Kazu planning how to distract from the all-too-obviously-overflowing sakumoto rabu rabu milk this moment~

Cr: VS Arashi 17.11.2016

They had all, up until this point, unanimously steered away from any statement that might bring up the general awkwardness of two Club members possessing very unusual circumstances with their childhood as well as anything too raunchy, largely because everyone was keenly aware of Momoi’s presence.

So, all in all, the game had been fairly tame so far, and Momoi felt like it was her responsibility to start the ball rolling, so to speak, if they were ever going to fully bond as a team, so she declares, “Never have I ever had sex.”

“Momoi-san,” Sakurai says feebly, but then Imayoshi picks up one of the lemon slices and bites into it, much to the consternation of the rest of the team.

“Oh, you have not, you liar,” Susa says.

“You don’t know everything about me,” Imayoshi says mildly, and then he spits out the lemon peel. (In the absence of alcohol, given that they were all underage, cutting up the lemons Momoi had brought for practice seemed like a suitable punishment).

I didn’t know that,” Ryou says, looking hurtfully at his cousin.

“You definitely don’t know everything about me,” Imayoshi says.

“I live with you, and I don’t believe you,” Aomine says, a little more irritated than Momoi feels like he should sound, and she thinks that in this particular instance he’s embarrassed he didn’t have to bite a lemon.

“I swore an oath to tell the truth in this game,” Imayoshi says, in a way that really only makes it sound even more like he’s lying. “Anyway, it’s my turn. Never have I ever brought porn to school. Go suck on a lemon, Aomine.”

Aomine rolls his eyes as he reaches for a wedge, “And I’ll suck it with pride.”

“Wakamatsu-kun!” Momoi says, as their Center surreptitiously tries to grab a lemon while everyone is distracted by Aomine.

“Sorry! It was once! Er. It was a dare,” Wakamatsu looks decidedly uncomfortable with where this conversation has turned, even more so than Sakurai. “Who’s turn is it anyway?”

“Mine,” Susa says. “Never have I ever been sexually attracted to anyone on this team.”

Momoi takes her lemon and Aomine smirks at her. She sticks out her tongue and says, “No one said I was thinking about you, Dai-chan.”

“Er, on this team or in this club?” Wakamatsu asks, and then shrinks when Aomine glares at him.

“In this club,” Susa says brightly, like he’d just discovered a new avenue for chaos.

The remaining starters all go for a lemon wedge and Aomine glares at all of them while sucking on his lemon, “You perverts need to stay away from Satsuki!”

“Don’t be so hasty, Aomine,” Imayoshi says through his lemon, “Maybe it’s because we’ve thought about you.

“Oooh, that’s definitely better,” Momoi says when Aomine starts sputtering.

“Whatever, it’s my turn,” Aomine says, still glowering. “Never have I ever had a fantasy involving two dudes.”

Momoi cheerfully takes another lemon and then nearly chokes on it when Imayoshi does the same (it is not, however, a surprise when Sakurai takes one).

“OK, I don’t believe anything you’ve said this game,” Susa tells their captain.

“Susa, I’m hurt you don’t think I’d suck on lemons honestly,” Imayoshi replies.

“Can we please play a different game?” Wakamatsu begs.

“Well, we can’t go back to poker, Momoi keeps winning,” Imayoshi says.

“I don’t know about you,” Momoi says dreamily, “But I’m pretty sure I’m winning this game too.”



A/N: These requests all came in around the same time and it was one of those things where I wasn’t sure if they were all from the same enthusiastic person or if a whole bunch of people randomly really wanted AoMomo bonding with Touou at the same time, but either way, sorry it took so long, anon-friend or anon-friends!! (I have this strange feeling I’ve written a “I Have Never” fic before in D:M but I don’t think I have? It’s one of my favorite tropes, though, so I’m honestly surprised it’s taken me this long.)

bakakeiji  asked:

Bokuaka, 35 :)

35: “You heard me. Take. It. Off.”
A/N: This is actually my fourth attempt and is far longer than it should be. Thank you.


“You heard me. Take. It. Off.”

He turned, an unbelieving twist on his lips as he heard the words.

“Gonna make me?” he said, not belligerently, but with a soft almost wistful lilt.

“If I have to, Bokuto-san,” Akaashi replied, his voice firm, unwavering.

Why’s he like this?  What harm am I doing? It’s not as if…

“Bokuto-san?” Akaashi stepped closer.

“Stop with that!” Flapping his hand, Bokuto bent down and picked up a ball.

“Stop with what?”

“You know.”

“Hmm?”

“That Bokuto-san, rubbish. We ain’t playing a match now.”

“You’re still my upperclassman.”

And that’s all, right?

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SasuSaku Month 2015
Days 14 and 17 - Hunger/ Raw

Title: Sakura, I’m Hungry.

Summary: Sasuke is helping Sakura with a broken roof and, when its finally a time for him to take a break, she’s waiting for him with some snacks. And she has the one snack he wanted the most.

Notes: okay.  Rated M  story this time… I really tried to take it off from the story because of the Raw theme but, instead, I’ve decided to go with it and make this story a story for both of the themes… I hope you enjoy it and I hope you forgive me for the horrible title…
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“ Sasuke-kun! The sandwiches are ready!”

It was not everyday that she would do it. It was not everyday she wanted to do it either but, for her boyfriend had offered himself to fix her broken roof while adjusting himself with that new prothetic arm; Haruno Sakura had decided that, just that time, he deserved to be rewarded for his hard work. And what a better reward other than food, right?

He had been there hammering some beams and painting the walls and climbing letters all morning just like a real man would do. Even if Sakura had the strength needed for the job, the girl lacked the necessary knowledge to know exactly what to do with all of those materials. Her head would spin every time she tried to imagine what on earth would that gray pistol be used for. The only saw she knew and has ever used was the one used for cutting bones and she was sure there had to be a difference between the two of them. Working with construction wasn’t certainly her thing. Breaking them was more likely of her. But it was not like she would destroy her own house, right? Not on porpouse, at least.

The boy’s steps were soon heard as he climbed down the stairs. For she knew some of his culinary preferences, the pinkette made sure to make healthy and light sandwiches that were easy to make and delicious to eat. She had cut the bread and spread mayo in both of the parts, covering them with a blanket of lettuce after that. His so precious tomatoes came right after and, to give the sandwich an even better flavor, a slice of cheese that she had bought on the previous night after her shift at the hospital. Yes, Sakura had miraculously made something good on the kitchen and who knows when or even if the girl will be able to repeat such performance. The Uchiha was certainly a lucky guy to be the owner of such miracle. Too bad there was another thing in that kitchen he preferred more than that sandwich.

“ Sakura, the roof is almost-”

At the moment he finally saw his girlfriend, Sasuke didn’t really understood what happened to his body. He didn’t know if it had been the hard work under the sun or his unusual excitement with both of his arms or even the fact that she had been cooking for him that had made him feel incredibly warm inside. The Uchiha knew it was her house and that they were dating for some considerable time already but, seeing Sakura only in a green shirt and black panties wasn’t something he would consider normal. It wasn’t something that he was used to or something that wouldn’t attract his eyes. That view was certainly attractive and not only to his eyes, for sure. If that was going to be the way she would greet him every morning, then getting married was the one thing he couldn’t wait for.

“… Ready… wow…”

“ eh?”

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