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Could I request number 17 from that list with Tsukki and Ushijima?☺️☺️☺️

Tsukishima – This boy will take a while to kiss you. He’s
very cautious and just the fact that he’s confessed and you’re dating is a
minor miracle. For him to be willing to share such an intimate connection with
someone is high praise indeed. But when he does…oh man are you in for a
surprise. Tsukki has his pride and because of that has done what he can to
prepare for this moment, meaning lots of research. He’s read up on kissing
techniques, bribing Yachi with art supplies to get him women’s magazines with
tips in them on the subject.

The first time he kisses you will be soft and gentle, just
getting a feel for this whole thing. As he gains more confidence, his kisses
get longer, a little firmer and before long he has your pulse beating to the
drum of his passion. Turns out he can use that tongue for more than word
whiplashing.

Ushijima – Similar to Tsukki, this boy keeps his emotions in
check but not for exactly the same reasons. Mostly, it’s because he grew up in
a household devoid of significant affection so physical touch in any sense is
foreign to him. Most likely, you will have to be the one to initiate connection
of that level. Start off slow with little pecks here and there to allow him
time to warm up to the idea. Lingering goodnight kisses, closed mouth for the
time being, will start to leave him hungry for more.

You’ll know he’s graduated from passive to passionate when
he draws you close, sealing your lips with his and tentatively stroking out his
tongue to caress your mouth. When you open up to him, the flood gates are
released.

You’ve let out the beast, now enjoy…er…deal with the “consequences”.

Hello! I just found your blog and I’m super in love with everything you’ve written <3! If requests are still okay, then could I have kissing Akaashi(HQ!!!) scenario 40), 21), and 16)? Thank you so much! <3

Awww! Thank you so much! I’m so sorry this took me forever to finish but I hope you like it!

Akaashi – Kisses #16, #21 and #40

16 – following the kiss with a series of kisses up to suckle
an earlobe

21 – softly moaning into the kiss

40 – when one person says “move away if you don’t want this”
and the other person moves in for the kiss

 

“Come on Akaashi-senpai! We need to get good seats!” you
yell excitedly.

The setter smiles gently. “You realize every seat is a good one when there’s fireworks involved, right?”
he asks following you up the grassy noll.

You stick out your tongue at him, the motion making him
stumble a bit but he’s thankful you don’t notice; you’re too busy turning
around again to scope the perfect spot. He sighs in frustration with himself.
When is this infatuation with you going to end?

“Probably never,”
he thinks as you cry out in triumph, finding the, you insist, the best
placement to get maximum viewing pleasure.

Settling down next to you on the blanket, Akaashi thinks
over the past year since he met you. You’re a first-year soccer player whose
academic prowess impressed even him. He’d met you while jogging in the park,
the two of you becoming support beams for your evening ritual. Eventually,
running wasn’t the only thing you were doing together. You studied, went to
movies, he went to your games and you to his, all of which has resulted in
Bokuto continuously harping on him to “make a move”.

He’s so lost in his thoughts that he doesn’t hear you until
you’re right next to his ear. “Akaashi-senpai?”

He whips around, startled by how close your face is to his.
Your eyes widen for a second before you look at his lips and then back to his
eyes; he can see you debating whether to move forward. Akaashi’s pulse feels
like a thrumming against his skin and he’s afraid to breathe lest he break this
moment. Then, with deliberate slowness, you inch your head closer to his, your
eyes becoming slightly hooded.

He feels the ghost of your breath over his lips as you say, “Akaashi-senpai,
I…um…please, move away if you don’t want this.” Akaashi inhales deeply through
his nose then closes the distance, settling his lips against yours.

His hand reaches into your hair, grasping firmly but not too
tight, just enough to keep you right where you are and he moans softly into the
kiss, your answering moan flooding his body with heat. Before he can stop
himself, he trails kisses on your jawline. When he reaches your ear, he suckles
the lobe, your grip on his jacket tightening as you inhale sharply.

Just as he’s about to continue to your neck, the first wave
of fireworks explodes overhead, jarring you both out of your kiss haze and
bringing you back to the reality that you were basically making out in the
middle of the New Year’s Eve crowd.

Thankfully, everyone’s eyes on are the sky, though you both
still sport deep blushes.

Leaning forward again, Akaashi pecks your lips, murmuring
against them, “Happy New Year, y/n.”

“It is indeed, Keiji-kun” you answer back, intertwining your
hands as you both look up.

If it’s alright to combine the sentence drabble and kissing prompts, may I have an angst scenario for Akashi with #8: “Were you ever going to tell me?” and #23: “kissing tears away”?

Sorry this took so long and thank you for your patience! TW: Teen pregnancy. Forgive me if this is too much of a troupe
but I couldn’t come up with something for so long and when this hit me I ran
with it. Also, since this also contains kissing tears away I ended it a bit
fluffy, hope you don’t mind.

“Sweetheart?”

The term of endearment falls from Akashi’s lips before he
can stop it, his eyes wide as he stares at you from behind. Slowly you turn to
face him, aware there’s no way you can get away quickly, and he inhales a sharp
breath when your protruding stomach comes into view.

“You…you’re…” the normally eloquent male is at a loss for
words.

You nod, tears already sliding down your face as you hang
your head in shame.

Akashi remains frozen, not sure what to feel as the shock
slowly wears down. Sadness? Anger? Betrayal? He sees you fidget, the urge to
run strong but you stay standing there, waiting for him to say something,
waiting for his judgement. When you finally manage to raise your head enough to
look him in the eye he knows what he feels; relief.

Relief that you’re still in Japan, relief that he has
another chance. But he’s still confused and hurt. Why did you leave him if you
were…

“Is it mine?” His voice comes out harsher than he meant,
evident by the flinch of your shoulders. The silence is suffocating but the
fractional nod of your head has him surging forward, arms wrapping around your
shoulders. You hesitate, then slowly return the embrace as much as you are able
given the swell of your belly. 

In your ear, Akashi whispers, voice thick with emotion as he
works to keep his own tears at bay, “Were
you ever going to tell me?”

His question releases a flood gate and you’re sobbing,
shaking uncontrollably in his arms. Glancing around, he can see the two of you
are starting to draw too much attention and so Akashi rotates, keeping one arm
around your shoulders as he leads you outside. His car is waiting, the driver
visibly surprised by the situation in front of him but he snaps into action quickly, opening the door to allow his young master to usher you inside, away from
prying eyes.

As the door shuts you cry harder, able to let out all your
anguish in the safety of this space, in the comfort of Seijuro’s arms.

“Tell me everything,” he says softly.

In broken, heart wrenching sobs, you recount the day you
found out you were pregnant with his child. You’d been throwing up and thinking
you had some sort of virus your mother had taken you to the doctor. Akashi
recalls the day, having received a text message that you wouldn’t be at school.

Apparently, the doctor determined you weren’t sick but given
the violence of your retching ran further tests. When the results came back,
and because you’re a minor, she’d no choice but to tell your mother who
promptly lost her mind, screaming and crying at you for being so stupid.

It only got worse when you arrived home. Akashi almost
shudders; he knows your father well, his business being one that has been
connected to the Akashi family for years.

“Why didn’t you take care of it?!” he screamed at your
mother, “you were at the clinic, you could have eradicated this abomination
there!”

“They wouldn’t allow it without her consent and she won’t do
it,” she’d responded through tears.

“Idiot! I’ve managed to raise an idiot!” When he turned rage
filled eyes to you, you’d never been more scared of your father than that
moment. “I’m moving you to a new school, you’ll be staying with your aunt.
She’s of a similar disposition, an uncontrollable whore.”

Your recount of your father’s harsh words stirs fury in
Akashi’s chest but he remains silent, allowing you to explain how he determined
this was the best course of action to hopefully avoid further shame being
brought upon the family, shipping you to a woman you never met because she too
was cast out for her mistakes.

“And you will not
speak to Akashi ever again, whether this is his bastard or not. You’ve
disgraced one family, I will not allow you to do the same for another.”

Truthfully, you’ve always felt your father cared about
Akashi more than you, having wanted a son more than anything but was cursed
with a daughter. That was why, initially, you’d resisted Seijuro’s advances,
not wanting to bring him around more and be cast further and further into his
shadow. But he’d won you over, showing you how much worth you had in your own
right, despite what your father said.

When you finish, there are tears still streaking down your
face, your sniffles the only sound in the otherwise silent car save for the
dull murmur of passing traffic. Leaning forward, Seijuro plants a kiss against
one cheek then the other, moving slowly up your face to peck both of your
closed eyes. He ends by kissing your forehead, lips still touching your skin as
he says, “You should have come to me.”

“But Sei-kun, I couldn’t do that to you,” you protest, eyes
opening to meet his.

“Do what to me exactly? Bring me happy news? Let me take
care of the woman I love? The only thing you did, my love, was hurt me by
leaving without a word.” You close your eyes again, fresh tears pouring down
but this time he wipes them away while continuing to speak, “When I received that
message, with no context, no idea what was happening or why can you imagine the
pain I felt? Thinking this whole time, I’d done something but not knowing what
it was?”

He pulls you into a hug. “I went to your house, but they
wouldn’t let me in. Me! Do you know what that did to my pride? How devastated I
was to be turned away thinking it was you
who was doing it?”

You sob harder and Akashi hates that he’s the one hurting
you now but he needs you to know, he needs you to understand the hell he’s been
through these past six months.

Pulling back, he cups your face, thumbs trailing back and
forth under your eyes. “But now that I have the whole story, I understand, I
know your father and I can only imagine how terrifying that whole ordeal was.”
He kisses you gently. “I forgive you, I love you, sweetheart, and I don’t give
a crap about what your father says.”

“But what about yours? Won’t…won’t he be furious?”

Seijuro shrugs. “I’ve been the perfect son long enough, it’s
time he deals with reality and that not everything can be controlled.”

Your eyes widen; you’ve never heard him speak like this before.

He sighs reading the expression on your face clear. “My…our loss to Seirin taught me many things
about myself and the way I view the world. It was a frightening time but I’m
moving forward. Please,” he presses his lips to yours again and you melt into
him, folding your body into his warmth, “please let me take care of you. Come
back home with me, live with me. Your father cast you out, let me take you in.”

“But…your reputation,” you whisper.

“I would rather be known as a man who owns up to his
mistakes than one who runs from them. Besides, I don’t consider this,” he
touches your belly, “a mistake. Unplanned? Not ideal? Sure, but this new life…I
have a chance to start fresh and I want to with you.”

You stare in his eyes, completely overcome with emotion
before flinging your arms around his neck. “I love you, Seijuro.”

“I love you too,” he responds kissing your temple.

May I ask for a scenario featuring Hanamiya having a 4-5 age sister and he is completely wrapped around her little finger. He just cannot say no to his adorable mini-me sister. Well one day she asks to watch him play b-ball with the other kiridai guys and of course he says yes. Turns out, she didn’t want to watch HIM play but wanted to play with one of his teammates because she has a crush on one of them. Basically, can you do what his reaction would be for each player out of the starters?

I left off Matsumoto because there isn’t much
information on him and I don’t remember him all that well but I hope you like
what I came up with for the rest of the boys.

“Makoto-nii! Can I
come with you to practice today?” Unable to say no to his little sister,
Hanamiya agrees to allow her to join him, sending a text to the guys to watch
their damn mouths. But when he arrives with her in tow, she makes an immediate
beeline for the object of her affection. Gritting his teeth, Hanamiya watches as
his precious little sister fawns over one of his starters.  

Furuhashi – Hanamiya is most displeased at the attention his
sister gives the small forward. While he normally appreciates his ruthlessness
since it is handy on the court, he can’t help but feel nervous as she eagerly asks him question after question about his position. For the most part,
Furuhashi either ignores her or gives short clipped answers, but Hanamiya
hovers close by just in case he decides to be stupid and turn nasty.

Hara – The purple haired giant chuckles at Hanamiya’s
sister, patting her head and calling her cutie which makes her blush and
stammer. When he offers her a piece of his gum, Hanamiya almost wrenches it
away but stops when he sees how happy it makes her. He supposes that out of all
the guys for her to have a crush on, the power forward isn’t the worst option.

Seto – Honestly, Hanamiya has no idea how his little sister
can like this guy. Despite his intelligence, he’s nothing remarkable off the
court. Later, when they are headed home and he asks her why she likes him so
much she beams and squeals out, “I like his beauty mark!” He snorts and she
pouts but he can’t stop laughing.  

Yamazaki – Apparently, Yamazaki garnered Hanamiya’s sister’s
attention because of his brightly colored hair. She was convinced he was from
another world, constantly asking him where he was from and how he got here.
Finally, he got fed up enough with it and handed her a picture of the GOM’s
to distract her. It worked…until she started asking questions about his fellow
aliens. Hanamiya just laughs, content to let her torture the poor boy.

Dates fic meme, number 52 – Kise Ryota

Ryouta Kise – Date #52: Bike Ride

The sun is shining brightly, reflecting off the pond as you
and Ryouta make your way around it on your bikes. It’s the most perfect spring
day and you’re so thankful your boyfriend has the day off from basketball and
modeling to spend some time with you.

A cry of gleeful surprise draws your attention to the blonde
as he stops, pointing across the lake. Halting your bike, you straddle it and
follow the line of his finger where you see a group of kids on BMX bikes doing
various tricks, jumping over benches and generally causing a commotion.

When Kise turns back to look at you, the expression on his
face has you groaning; you know that look.

“Ryouta-kun, no,” you say.

“What ____-cchi? You know I can copy anything!” he pouts.

“That may be true for sports, sweetie, but that’s a bit more
complicated. Plus, you don’t even have the right-“he doesn’t wait for you to
finish your warning, taking off at full speed intent to copy what he sees them
doing.

Sighing, you take off after him, if for nothing else than to
be near at hand when he wrecks himself and needs to go to the hospital.

Ahead you can see him speeding forward, tires hitting their
mark and he launches. He releases the bike, kicking it to spin around but as
you predicted, because he’s on a normal bike, the body doesn’t rotate properly,
leaving him to either land hard on it wrong or abandon the contraption all
together.

He opts for the second scenario, releasing the bike with a
decidedly high-pitched scream that would have you laughing if you weren’t so
fearful for his wellbeing. He rolls as he lands, thankfully not hitting his
head or twisting anything as far as you can see.

His bike, however, is a bit worse for wear, slamming down
hard, the frame tweaking.

From his position on the ground, Ryouta groans but as you
reach him you’re thankful it’s more so in embarrassment than because he’s hurt.
You disembark from your bike, allowing it to fall to the ground as you kneel
beside him.

“Ryouta-kun, are you ok?” you ask and he removes the hand
covering his eyes.

Looking at your face he asks, “____-cchi, will you go with
me to get a new bike?”

You’re unsurprised when he buys a BMX, intent on redeeming
himself from his epic fail.

sakurashortstack:

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– Sakura

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Aomine – Birthday Asks

Thank you for the birthday wishes! I did have an amazing
day! I went ahead and combined these since they are both requests for a NSFW
for Aomine so I hope you don’t mind.

Walking on tip toe, you enter the shared hotel room of
Kise-kun and Aomine-kun. The queen beds show two completely covered lumps and
you smile; the poor boys must be exhausted. Training for the upcoming game was
intense the previous night so you’re not surprised they’re still knocked out.
That and it’s still quite early. You’d cursed yourself for forgetting your flat
iron when Kise-kun had told you that you could borrow his. Being the manager,
you of course had keys to all their rooms just in case they needed something.

As silently as possible you enter the bathroom, shutting the
door before turning on the lights, the flash making you blink a bit. A smile
erupts on your face when you see Kise left all his styling products on the
counter and right in the center is the flat iron. Thankful you’d be able to
avoid trying to look for it quietly, your hand is reaching forward until the
sound of the door opening makes you whip your gaze over your shoulder.

There stands Aomine in nothing but long shorts, scratching
his firm chest as he blinks at you. But goodness is he gorgeous! You, of
course, have seen him shirtless too many times to count but that goes for all
the boys. But there’s something about this moment that makes it feel different
and you know if you don’t get out of here soon you’re liking to start drooling and
you just don’t need to add fuel to his ego fueled fire.

Grabbing the flat iron, you whisper, “Good morning,
Aomine-kun, sorry for waking you. I just needed to borrow this from Kise-kun.”

“Huh? Oh, right,” he mumbles.

For a moment, the two of you just stare at one another
before you finally get your legs to move. “Well, I’ll get out of your way,” you
say and take a step towards the door but he surprises you by moving forward and
shutting it. “Um, Aomine-kun-“ you begin but his hands on your waist make you
stop short.

“Y/N-san, I have a problem I’m hoping you can help me with,”
he says. His voice is low, slightly husky and you gulp.

“Oh? Um, wha…what’s wrong?”

For answer, he removes the flat iron from your grip and sets
it down on the counter, then guides your now free hand to the front of his
shorts. You gasp as your fingers contact a distinct firmness there. Swallowing,
you look up into his eyes which are focused on you, his gaze sharp and
predatory. “Seeing as you’re the cause of said problem,” he continues, pushing
you further into the bathroom, “I think it’s only fair that you do something about
it, don’t you?”

You can’t answer, completely shocked by his forward actions
and the fact that he’s confessed he’s hard for
you.

Whirling around, he sits on the edge of the tub, pulling on
your legs until you fall against him, a little whimper escaping your lips when
your own center connects with his, the friction shooting little darts of pleasure
up your spine.

“Mmmmmm, seems I’m not the only one having dirty dreams,” he
says chuckling, grinding up a little and making you gasp. He’s rock hard,
pulsing, all that power barely contained by cotton and lycra.

He leans up, his mouth level with your ear as his hands
grasp your hips firmly and begin rotating your body, grinding you down against
him, the sensations rippling through both your bodies. He whispers as he moves
you together, “Do you know what you and those damn short skirts do to me? Or
those tight pants? Fuck it, anything and everything about you drives me crazy.”

Your breathing is becoming labored, the feel of his firm
cock pressing against your sex making you dizzy and while he doesn’t stop, he
doesn’t move forward either, just keeps grinding your anatomy together in a torturous
manner. You wrap your arms around his neck, head tossed back and eyes closed as
you give into the delicious pleasure coursing through your body.

“You’re so fucking sexy, with your hooded eyes looking up at
me, the way you bite your lip when you’re thinking, the smell of your shampoo
when you stand in the meeting circles. Shit, I’ve had to stop myself from
taking you up against the wall in the gym more times than I can count.”

You moan slightly, his words heating your body up more.

“You like that, don’t you? You like knowing I watch you,
like knowing I want you. I bet you’ve been teasing me on purpose this whole
time, giving me just enough to make me want more but never enough. I need you,
I want to screw you until your crossed-eyed and the only thing you can remember
is my name,” he growls, mouth hovering just above the flesh of your neck.

You push down, hungry for more connection, your nipples tightening
as images of Daiki fucking you flood your mind.

It’s like he can read it on your face. “Oh, you want that
don’t you baby? You want me to fuck you till your throat is raw from screaming.”
His hands trail up your body to your breasts which he squeezes firmly and you
almost cry out but stop for fear of waking Kise.

“Scream for me, I don’t give a shit if he hears us, I want
everyone to know, you’re mine!”

“Daiki!” you cry out as the friction against your clothed
clit finally blooms into the orgasm you’ve been seeking since he started this
whole thing. His words cease, a level grunt pulling from his lips and you can
only presume he’s reached his end as well.

Opening your eyes, you finally look at him and the realization
of what just occurred has you blushing furiously.

He chuckles, standing up but not relinquishing his hold of
you. “Don’t get all shy on me now, baby,” he says turning on the water, “That
was just the warm up.”