You like bungou stray dogs right? How about a knb crossover? What would be the GOM’s abilities and who would they work for (port mafia vs. Detective agency)

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Kuroko:

Come on.

He’d be a part of the Armed Detective Agency, no doubt. Kuroko is stationed in the office, but somehow always gets involved with fieldwork. He’d have an ability that everyone underestimates: an ability called Seek and Ye Shall Find, which allows him to create mirages for a short amount of time to trick his opponent. The ability affects a person’s senses and mood through focused attention so it’s a kind of hypnosis that only works if Kuroko and his opponent hold eye contact for a brief moment. It’s not an ability made for combat, but it’s pretty fucking useful and comes in handy when the agency needs a formidable distraction. Kuroko is never afraid to get his hands dirty, so if he doesn’t disobey orders and leave the office himself, he’s called for a job.

Aomine:

AHHH OKAY!

You know, for this guy my gut is saying he’d be like an antihero that the Detective Agency calls in when they need some backup. They’re always trying to recruit him, but Aomine doesn’t like people telling him what to do, so he declines every single time. HIS ABILITY WOULD BE SO LIT! I’m gonna bite off of Nakajima’s ability juuuust a little and say that Aomine would be able to turn into a black leopard. It’s so perfect for him. They’re fast as hell, lean and muscular, and have this mysterious and intimidating aura about them. Can you imagine a black leopard, but its hidden spots are this gleamy midnight blue, which also matches its eyes? THAT’S AOMINE! Like come on, it’s so perfect. Oh oh also, his ability is called Animal Instinct.

Kise:

Hmm.

I’m going to stick with his basketball strategy and call his ability, Carbon Copy. If he touches you, Kise can adapt your ability for a certain amount of time. It wears him out just like Perfect Copy does, since it’s literally impossible for his body to go thru all of those ability changes without affecting him. He’s a part of the Armed Detective Agency. His ability would be the most dangerous, but also the most useful of the bunch. It can end badly for him without Dazai around—imagine him gaining Chuuya’s power when he’s activated Corruption? God. Poor baby. He’d be in so much pain.

Akashi:

AKASHI WOULD BE AN AMAZING ADDITION TO THE PORT MAFIA! LIKE REALLY. Y’ALL DON’T UNDERSTAND.

He’d be a bomb executive. His second personality would be the gatekeeper of his ability. It’s all about control with this guy. So his ability is called Orchestration, which gives him the capability to make anyone in hearing range his puppet. To activate it, he simply positions his hands as if he’s holding a violin and plays a melody on invisible strings using a transparent bow. Anyone within earshot is immediately under his spell, doing anything he instructs them to do.

Murasakibara:

lol

He’s a part of the Port Mafia as well. He has an ability called Digest. It’s like Gluttony’s power. You know, from Fullmetal Alchemist? Yeah. He swallows you and you’re thrust into this other realm. A clock on the wall in a bland white room tells you how much time you have until the floor is lined with an acid meant to break down what’s been swallowed: you, buddy.

Midorima:

Port Mafia!

Mido-Mido possesses an ability called Perfect Measurement. It has to do with precision. He can shoot a sniper rifle and always get a headshot. He can throw a knife from a voluminous distance and still hit someone right between the eyes. It comes in handy.

These are amazing and just iibydxsetfjk two of my favorite shows combined??

Yes please, more please.

-Admin Saturn

I’m so in love with all of these I could cry!!! You named the abilities PERFECTLY!!!

All right then, here comes, I hope you’ll like it ♡ – prompt “I love you and it’s terrifying.” With Murasakibara being the one who says it, some cautious-breaking-into-relief sort of fluff. Optionally may the inspiration be “No light, no light” by Florence+The Machine.

Thank you for the request! I’ve enjoyed your writing so very much and I’m so pleased you passed over a request! I really hope you like what I came up with for this one! The song was definitely inspiring, so thank you for including it!

“No light, no light” by Florence+The Machine

Thump thump

There it is again, the irregular beating of his heart whenever you come into view.

Thump thump thump

Your laugh, simple and sincere, sends ripples of what he thinks is happiness in his heart. He wishes he could make you do it.

Thump thump thump thump

The drumming gets harder, faster, when you look his way, a smile tilting up your lips, but he can’t be sure it’s for him or the boy who’s never in his shadow no matter Murasakibara’s height.

“Good morning _____-chan,” Himuro greets, smile easy as yours. Is that a blush? Since when does Murasakibara notice let alone care about anyone’s reaction to his apparently “dreamy” partner? He mumbles his own greeting around a piece of candy as they pass you by.

“Something wrong Atushi?” Himuro asks only to be met with a silent shake of the head.

“Murasakibara-kun, are you going to the festival this weekend?” you ask.

“Hmmmm, if there’s food, yeah,” he shrugs.

“Of course they’ll be food!” you laugh and he feels a blush crawling up his neck as your mirth filled eyes meet his. “You should come with us,” you go on, turning attention back to the paper on your desk.

“Us?” he questions.

“Yeah! You, me, Himuro-kun, they’ll be a few more from our class and anyone else you like.”

“What…what if I want it to be just…you and me?” he asks not looking at you.

The pen in your hand drops, your head whipping up to look at him and if he’d looked he’d see the blush upon your cheeks. “Do…do you mean that? I mean…is it, like a date?”

He nods, still unwilling to expose his face to your own.

“Then ask me properly,” you tease gently bumping against him.

He huffs, not sure if he’s more irritated at you for insisting he repeat himself or at himself for being so wimpy over something so silly.

“Go with me to the festival,” he says.

You chuckle, nodding as you reply, “Close enough. Ok, Murasakibara-kun. I’ll go with just you to the festival.”

The festival date leads to more which leads to dating which leads him to where Murasakibara stands now, a crossroad he never even considered existing let alone that he’d be standing at it. For the first time in his life, he’s beginning to wonder if this drumming in his heart is passion. But he can’t let go of his prejudice against it. Passion is for fools, for those who can’t see the truth right in front of their face. He understands talent, inherent skill and ability. But this – these emotions – he doesn’t understand. It’s intangible, an ebb and flow like the tide crashing against the beach the two of you stand upon. How can what he feels coincide with who he is?

“Mura-kun,” you say, voice quiet against the roar of the waves. “What’s wrong? You seem, agitated. Did I upset you?” You can’t for the life of you think what could have happened in the span of the two days you haven’t seen each other but clearly there’s something.

He turns his attention to you, body blocking the moon casting you in darkness and a shiver snakes down your spine. It’s like he’s hiding in plain sight, guarded and hard. So when he steps closer you fight against retreat, willing your body to stand still and wait. Being with him hasn’t been easy but you never expected it to be. He reaches a large hand to cup your face, calloused thumb tracing back and forth across your cheek making you sigh, eyes fluttering closed as you lean into his touch.

His other hand lands on your back, drawing your bodies closer, the hard plane of his chest pressing firmly against your own. You’re unprepared for his lips against yours, the insistence of them jarring your eyes open. His own are closed now, a deep moan rumbling out as he tugs you closer, tongue grazing your lips to push entry in your mouth making your lids snap shut once more. The wind whips his hair against your faces, but he doesn’t care, doesn’t move to push it aside, instead pouring all his focus into kissing you breathless. It isn’t often he initiates intimate contact and although his actions seem in opposition to his mood you’ll take a gift when it’s given.

Time feels like it stops, the world falls away and it’s just you and him.

Pulling away, but with eyes still closed, Murasakibara rasps, “I love you and it’s terrifying.”

And just like that the world crashes back into view, your eyes flying open only to find his still closed, brows furrowed in what seems like pain.

“Why? Why are you scared?” you ask breathlessly, fingertips tracing the line of his clenched jaw.

“Because I don’t know…I don’t know how to,” he admits.

“Mura-kun, look at me,” you implore gently. He shakes his head, ever the petulant child but you can’t be mad. This is the most vulnerable he’s ever been in his life. “Fine, you can just listen then,” you consent. Taking a deep breath, you lean on tiptoes, drawing your lips close to his ear. “You don’t have to worry so much. Because in your own way, you’ve been loving me a long time. I just…never said anything about my own because I didn’t want to scare you away.” You huff a small laugh, shaking your head at the irony. “But you ended up afraid anyway.”

He draws up, tired of leaning down so far, but keeps you close, tucking you against his chest, resting his head on top of your own. The crash of the waves fills the void of silence as you listen to the rapid beat of his heart.

Pulling back you crane to see his face, thankful he’s given up on avoiding eye contact forever and find his purple orbs filled with uncertainty making your heart ache. “If I wasn’t clear before, I’m making it clear now. I love you too…Atushi-kun,” you remark.

Thump thump thump

Murasakibara feels his heart speed up, a flush roaring over his cheeks but his chest no longer feels tight. He lets go of a long breath, picking you up in a hug that has your feet dangling.

He knows there’s so much he has to learn but for the first time in a long time, he doesn’t mind.

Well this isn’t really a request, but I’m curious to know who you think from all the characters would be fine with having a chubbyplus sized girlfriend? Sorry if this is against the rules. I love this blog so much and all the amazing admins

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Hey yo! This is totally fine as far as I’m concerned ;).

Being a chubby/plus size woman, I can identify with this for sure.

As much as we (maybe I should say ‘I’ cause I can’t speak for all imagines writers/bloggers) would love to be able to say “oh hey, ALL characters would be cool with whatever body, etc” if we’re going for any sense of realistic possibilities, not everyone is going to be attracted to the same type of body.

We can write scenarios for those characters when they are specifically asked for (the point of fantasy is to indulge right?) but with a question like this, I don’t have a problem giving specific names and reasons why.

You may disagree and that’s cool, but this is my opinion on this question. Fellow admins, feel free to add your own to the list if you want to.

Ok, that was a long disclaimer, on to the answers! I tried these as head canons – Admin Jade

Kagami

His is the first face that popped into my mind when I read this question.

We know homeboy loves to cook (and eat) and so having someone who appreciates both would be amazing to him.

He’s a BIG guy, so having someone who can handle a little, well, man-handling (once the poor boy gets over his nerves) is great for him.

Loves your curves, like seriously, he’ll drool. Hands on your hips always. Loves that they fit his palm.

Loves you in well fitted dresses that show case them. Kagami is an alpha so I picture him appreciating a softer (both in body and spirit) feminine girl who will let him take care of her.

Kiyoshi

Another big and tall who likes a girl with some meat on her bones.

Loves that he can hug you tight without fear of breaking you.

Picks you up all the time. Like, he just whips you into his arms and makes you feel petite.

Big on body praise and I’m not just talking about during sex. He’ll find one thing (probably more) every day that he compliments you on and it’s not superficial or contrived, he means every word.

Wants you healthy, but isn’t worried about your figure being big. If your insides are working like they’re supposed to, he’s happy.

Murasakibara

Another boy who loves that you share an appreciation for good food – as long as you don’t take his snacks.

Loves it if you cook (or rather specifically bake) for him bringing food to practice and games so he doesn’t have to worry about getting it himself.

Will cook/bake with you at home, though you end up doing most of the work cause homeboy is lazy but he will actually compliment your food (as long as it’s actually good).

He’s not exactly delicate so having someone who won’t break if he gets a bit rough and handsy is perfect for him.

Hayama

He loves the softness and warmth of your body and will snuggle you like a damn cat. Seriously, get ready for a lot of affection cause this boy’s gonna give it to ya.

Still wants someone who will engage in physical activity with him (not just of the bedroom variety *wink*) but doesn’t push you too hard. He, like Kiyoshi, wants you healthy but doesn’t need someone athletic.

Actually really enjoys shopping with you. He loves picking out stuff you normally wouldn’t choose just to see how it looks and because of that you usually end up finding something that completely surprises you.

Has the biggest grin on his face with you on his arm, like “Yeah, this fine piece of ass is mine, what?” He’s just so proud to be with someone so sexy.

Aomine

We know it’s canon that this boy loves the boob so a girl with a little something extra is going to catch his attention.

Wearing tight ass jeans and a halter top will get him stopping in his tracks.

Much as he is a boob man, he loves grabbing your ass. Doesn’t matter what you’re wearing (or where you are honestly) one or both of those large hands will end up on your derriere.

Constantly pulls you into his lap. He likes the feel of your weight on him, it makes him feel both secure (though he’ll never admit it out loud) and powerful in a way he doesn’t quite understand but he likes it and consistently wants to feel that.

As bad as he is with expressing himself verbally, you will hear, “Damn, you’re so hot” or “Sexy as hell” or some variation of that from him almost every day. He just can’t keep it inside.

So there you have it! Admin Jade’s opinion on which characters (there were more but this was already getting long) would not only be fine with having a plus size girlfriend, but would more than likely actively seek one out. I hope you enjoyed them and know that you are beautiful baby!

It’s not Vday themed but could I have scenarios where Kise, Midorima, Murasakibara and Aomine sticking up for protecting their sisters ( in Aomine’s case Momoi).

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Not a problem, I might be able to manage to sprinkle in some V-day here and there! These came out more as reactions than scenarios – Admin Jade

Kise

“It was very stupid of you to mess with my sister,” Kise says, voice vibrating with rage. “But it was a death wish to mess with both of them.”

He picks up the two timing jackass, slamming him against the wall. “You may think I’m just a pretty face, but you’re about to find out how dangerous the rest of me is.”

Midorima

“I’ve been told you stole her lucky item,” Midorima says, his sister hiding behind his massive frame as he towers over the offending male. “Return it at once, or you’ll be the unlucky one.”

Murasakibara

“I told her making chocolates for you would be a waste of time,” Mursakibara grunts, eyes narrowed.

He leans closer, shadow swallowing the smaller frame of the boy who dared to accept a Valentine’s confession from the purple hair’s sister with no intention of reciprocation on White Day. “Now she’s crying and says she won’t ever make chocolates again,” he whines. The slamming of his fist against the locker makes the other flinch. “And it’s all your fault. I’m going to crush you for crushing her heart.”

Aomine

“Tetsuya,” Aomine drawls, leaning against the wall with crossed arms and narrowed eyes, “do you really not feel the same way for Satsuki as she does for you?”

His former shadow frowns then after a moment, shakes his head.

“Why the hell not?”

The question catches Kuroko off guard, as does the sudden increase in volume to Aomine’s tone. Swallowing unexpected nerves, he replies, “I just…she’s my friend. Nothing more.”

Aomine sighs, running one hand over his face. “Then figure out a way to make that crystal clear to her so she stops making a damn fool of herself.” Then his scowls returns. “She deserves better than that and you know it.”

Consume Me!

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ASK: How about… omegaverse au featuring omega(s)! Hinata, Furihata, Sakurai, and Kenma experiencing their first heat since after getting together with their alpha!gf. Maybe a progression story for them getting to their gf to eventually actually mating with them? @3@ or however you see fit after reading my jumbled message.

I understand perfectly, I just hope I got this AU right and that you enjoy! Sorry it took so long!

It’s hot, plain and simple.

Kenma feels an annoying trickle of sweat snaking down the back of his neck. It’s distracting, which is bad since this level is really hard and he’s already died five times. Frowning, teeth grit, he endures, blessing the video game gods for an unexpected save point that allows him time to shuck his sweatshirt and socks. Did his roommate turn up the heater?

Downing the bottle of water next to him as though he’s just found an oasis in the desert, Kenma resumes his play, steadfastly ignoring the increasing temperature in favor of defeating the second form of the final boss on this level.

That is until Kuroo almost tears the hinges off his door. Startled the console falls from Kenma’s hands just as he was about to deal the finishing blow.

And he dies. Again.

But before he can reprimand Kuroo for his piss poor timing and completely unnecessary dramatics his former captain all but shouts, “What the fuck are you doing and why isn’t ______ here?”

Kenma stands, argument sharp on his tongue until he notices Kuroo is shivering slightly.

“Why are you cold? It’s like a furnace in here,” he says quietly.

When Hyuuga fixes him with that look, Furihata shrinks back. “How many times have you been told to make sure you’re with your alpha during your heat!” he snaps.

“Heat? Is…is that what’s happening?” Furihata asks voice shaky.

Hyuuga blinks rapidly. “You didn’t know? You…you’ve never had-”

Furihata shakes his head back and forth fast enough that Hyuuga’s afraid he’ll make himself pass out.

“Ok, ok, calm down,” he offers, stepping forward to attempt at comfort but the closer he gets the more his alpha calls to Furihata’s omega and that is not an experience he wants either of them to have. That and ______-chan will fucking murder him if he touches what’s hers. “Look,” he grits out, forcing himself to step back, “you need to get to her or get her here, which is it gonna be?”

“She’s not too far, I’ll run,” Furihata almost squeaks, tearing past Hyuuga who in the absence of the overwrought omega breathes a sigh of relief.

Maybe he can convince Riko to let him actually be the alpha tonight.

Sakurai pumps his legs but as his heat grows stronger so does the attention he’s garnering from other alphas. It’s embarrassing to say the least but he forces himself to focus only on getting to ______.

But in his haste and blind panic, he makes a wrong turn, ending up face to face with a group of women who positively radiate alpha.

“Oooooo, you’re a cutie,” one of them, a blonde, coos.

“And you smell so good,” another, this one with glasses, practically purrs.

“I…I’m sorry…” Sakurai whimpers, bottom lip trembling.

“No need to be sorry, love,” a previously unnoticed redhead assures, “but it does look like you could use some help. Feel like cooling off?”

The touch of a finger to his neck has Sakurai practicing salivating. He needs release but he doesn’t’ want it with just any alpha; he wants his alpha.

He shakes his head, back pedaling as fast as his shaking legs can take him. “So….sorry! I…I have to…I have a….”

“He has an alpha, bitches. Go get your own.”

Hinata whirls around, a mixture of relief and utter need playing across his face.

“What a shame, he’s a doll,” blondie supplies but backs off, they all do, when they see ______ will fuck them up if they touch what’s hers again.

“Come on Shoyou. I’m sorry I wasn’t there when you needed me but I’ll take care of you,” she says, grabbing his hand and tugging him in the direction of her house.

“Gwah! I…I need…it hurts…it…burns,” Hinata pants.

“I know baby, but I’m not mating you in the street. It’d be like dumping blood in shark infested waters. We’re almost there, hang on.”

They run faster and the moment the door shuts Hinata is writhing and humping against her, eager for any friction or stimulation he can get. She grabs the back of his hair, tugging back to expose his neck and latches on making him cry out. Forgoing the bedroom, ______ shoves Hinata onto the couch, whips off his pants and hers then crawls on top of him.

Normally she’d like to take her time but Hinata looks fevered and she’s afraid he’s going to pass out. As she sinks onto him, taking his weeping and blood rushed cock, Hinata sobs her name, fingernails tearing at the cushions.

She stills, stroking his face and kissing him gently, allowing his breathing to come back down a bit. “It’s ok, you’re ok now,” she whispers, rocking her hips experimentally. When the groan Hinata lets out isn’t laced with pain, she smiles. “I’m going to ride you now, baby. I’m going to make it all better, ok?”

He nods, leaning up to kiss her, trailing his hands through her hair. She grabs his wrists, pinning them above his head. Drawing up she slams back down, making Hinata’s mouth fall open in a perfect “o”, his breathing increasing once more.

“Keep your eyes on me, Shoyou, let me watch you,” she insists.

He obeys, the standing tears in his eyes rolling down still flushed cheeks.

“I love you,” he gasps.

“I love you too, Shoyou. Now, be a good boy and come for me.” She rides harder, grinding down, pumping him for all he’s worth. “Come on, Shoyou. That’s it, that’s it, good boy. You’re such…a…good…boy.”

Hinata’s whole body tenses, the release of his seed erupting into her eager body.

When he goes slack, she gets up to gather a towel and some water. By the time she returns, Hinata is curled up on his side, fast asleep.

Smiling, she sits side legged on the floor, trailing a delicate touch over his cheek. She still needs release of her own but for now she’ll let her little omega rest.

It is his first heat after all.

Aomine Daiki: Double Trouble

Ask: Aomine scenario when he visits his parents during christmas with his wife and give them gifts, when his mom opens the gift, it’s a pair of tiny socks and a cute onesie. you know what I mean.. thanks 😉

I’m so sorry this is so, so, so late! I really hope you still enjoy it!

“Daiki! _______! It’s so good to see you!” Aomine’s mother hugs you tightly, then turns to her son smacking his chest. “Why did it take you so long to get out here?”

Aomine scowls though the look is less fearsome than usual. “It’s like I told you mom, I had training and _______’s work was being a bitch and-”

“Daiki! Language! Now, let’s get you inside and warmed up. It’s still so cold!”

Fluttering and twittering away, she leads the two of you into the house which smells of gingerbread and something stewed. You feel terrible that three holidays have passed without your presence to help celebrate but it’s as Daiki said and sometimes obligations just can’t be moved.

“Welcome home son,” his dad says extending a hand to shake after he pecks your cheek.

“Thanks pop,” Daiki sighs flopping onto the couch. As you sit next to him, he draws you closer, resting his chin on your shoulder. The overt affection is not lost on Aomine senior but before he can question it, Daiki’s mother re-enters the room with cups of hot coffee.

It smells heavenly and you savor the scent before setting down the cup.

“Aren’t you going to have a drink?” she asks.

“Oh, it’s…still a tad too hot,” you supply quickly.

Across from you, you see Daiki’s father quirk up an eyebrow, a sly smile beginning to play over his lips but he hides it behind his own sip of coffee.

“So, how have you been – other than busy?”

Your attention returns to Daiki’s mother whose taken up residence on your right side. “Um, Daiki got the promotion he was working towards,” you reply.

“That’s wonderful! So does that mean I’ll finally get those grandchildren I’ve been begging for?” she asks excitedly.

“Funny you should mention that-” Daiki mutters but your elbow in his stomach stops him from going on.

“What was that?” His mother never misses anything.

You go to stand but Daiki’s hand on your thigh stops you. “I’ll get it,” he says, standing to move to the foyer where you left your bags. When he returns he has a wrapped box which he hands to his mother. “Merry Christmas, Mom, sorry it’s so late.”

She smiles up at him, patting the couch and he sits before she tears open her present. Pulling away the tissue paper she squeals in delight at the sight of two sets of onesies and tiny socks. On her other side, you watch Daiki’s eyes widen before looking up at you.

His mother sees the expression gasping out, “Don’t tell me you didn’t tell him until now, too?”

You shake your head but as your lips part to answer Daiki’s already speaking. “She didn’t tell me there’s two.”

nijimura being nsfw dominated by female s/o? doesnt have to be all that bdsm kink

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Candlelight flickers casting dancing shadows against the wall as soft violin music fills the room. Immaculately clean silver – actual silver – ware shines like jewelry upon crisp linens covering tables of wood stained cherry, solid in their structure yet with intricate

carvings on their legs which lends a certain delicacy to their features. All these couple together with a mouthwatering aroma of a meal painstakingly prepared with ingredients whose cost alone is worth more than the rent of his apartment.

And in this setting of elegance and class, Nijimura works to stifle moans clawing at his throat as her hand roams further up his thigh. Her lips, petal soft and glossy, leave a slightly sticky trail across his neck which is rapidly turning a shade of red he’d rather not admit to being able to obtain.

“Wha…what are you doing?” he grits through teeth clenched tight in an effort of control.

He feels the tilt of her lips, hears the unmistakable lilt of a chuckle deep in the recesses of her perfect chest. “Touching you, Shuzo.” The fan of her breath, holding notes of the wine consumed with their appetizers, draws goosebumps to the surface of his skin. “Do you want me to stop? Because this,” her palm presses firmly against the swell of his erection cutting off any attempt of verbal protest he may have, “says otherwise.”

Nijimura takes slow deep breaths, doing everything he can to not writhe against her but he’s losing the battle as the seconds tick on, as her own breathing increases in rapidity, as her lips and tongue return to caressing his flesh. “Do you know what would make me so hot?” she whispers against the shell of his ear. He shakes his head, unable to open his eyes lest he break his concentration and groan loudly in this very fancy and very public restaurant, though truth be told the booths are rather well separated.

As her body shifts away he’s torn between relief and regret but his eyes fly open at the feel of a tug against his belt. Deftly she undoes it, hands working quickly but with precision to unzip and untuck him. Suddenly exposed, Nijimura covers himself grabbing her hands in the process.

“Are you fucking insane? We’ll be caught! Do you know the ramifications of public indecency?” he hisses.

Her reply is singular. “Shuzo, I’m going to get under this table and suck your cock and you’re going to let me.” Pressing fingers to the underside of his jaw she pushes upward. Nijimura hadn’t even realized he’d become slack-jawed at her bold assertion. “You need a little breaking down,” she goes on, sliding smoothly to the floor. His breath catches in the back of his throat at the sight of her, clad in elegant evening wear on her knees looking up at him with half hooded, lust filled eyes. “Indulge my fantasy, Shuzo, and you can do anything you want to me in return.”

Nijimura looks up, thankful their waiter has been preoccupied with a rather difficult table on the other side of their section. He looks side to side then back down at her still patiently waiting for him to fully consent to her wishes, to her wants, to her will.

Finally, he sits back, relaxes his legs, and makes room for her, obliging to adjust the table cloth so as to fully conceal her from any potentially prying eyes. By the time they’re done situating themselves, it looks as though he’s merely a man waiting for the return of his date.

The feel of her mouth around his cock is heaven despite his anxiety regarding their surroundings. She hums, low and quiet sending shivers down his legs. The cupping of his balls has his hands clenching the table top and he knows, he just knows this woman is going to be the death of him.

But what a sweet death it will be.

Finding his voice, he says, “Make sure you swallow, sweetie, wouldn’t want you to make a mess of that dress.”

NSFW scenario with Midorimia and the prompt “It’s been a long day… let’s take a bath together.” Gender neutral s/o please!

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He could feel the kinks and knots in his shoulders relaxing as you worked at them with your hands, fingers applying pressure in an even motion that had him practically melting at your touch. It had been a while since you’d given Midorima a massage and an even longer time since he’d actually openly asked for one. The nudging touches and squeezing pressure was only amplified by the fact that he’d removed his shirt, allowing your digits to dig into the sore muscles.

“You need to sit back and relax more often,” you chastised, voice soft as you continued to work your hands from his shoulders down his arms. Even years after he’d stopped playing basketball every day, Midorima was still rather muscular. “It won’t be good for you health if you stay this tense all the time.”

He merely grunted in affirmation, nodding only slightly as he focused on the feel of your hands traveling down. Eventually your massaging motions turned into simple touches as you smoothed your fingers along his skin. Fingertips brushing against the expanse of his arms, you moved on to the muscles of his abs when you felt yourself craving for more. A shudder ran through his body as you did so, his head leaning back to rest against your body as you held him from behind.

“It’s been a long day,” you murmured, the tips of your fingers dangerously close to the hem of his pants. You played with the trail of hair that led into them, gently curling them around your fingers and following their path downward. It wasn’t hard to see the excitement that was beginning to affect Midorima. “Let’s take a bath together. It’s been a while.”

A soft, almost relieved, sigh left Midorima’s lips when you unbuttoned his pants and undid his fly, one hand dipping into the unseen expanse of his groin. Your fingers were gentle in their grip, holding him at his base and gently dragging along his shaft. Another breath left Midorima, this one shuddering. He couldn’t get the image of a steamy bathroom and a naked you being held in his arms out of his imagination.

It was time to make that image a reality.

Akashi + Himuro cuddling with their s/o that suddenly asks the boys to tell them a story

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Himuro: He was trying not to let the surprise show on his face, but there was no doubt that Himuro had never been asked to tell anyone a story before. Shifting slightly in his seat, just enough that you had to move your head to be in a more comfortable position and still be able to see him, he tried to mull over a few scenarios in his mind that he could say.

“I’m not very good at this,” he admitted sheepishly.

The only things that were coming to mind were actual events that had happened in his life and, granted while they were stories, he was sure they wouldn’t be the things you’d want to hear. Maybe there was a way for him to twist it into some kind of fairy tale? Though he was sure there would be no possible way for him to create a story worthy of knights and dragons from all the shenanigans he’d done as a kid.

“Let me think for a bit,” he asks, but eventually decides to just go with the flow. Whatever came out would be the story. “Once upon a time… Don’t laugh. That’s how you start a story, right?”

Akashi: Hearing the request from you has him thinking back on his past when he was much younger. Laying his head on his mother’s lap, he would ask the same thing of her just as he was on the verge of falling asleep for the night. It was one of the few memories of her that he had which still brought a smile to his face, no matter how strained it could be at times. Even now, as the memory invaded his mind, the ghost of a smile was etching itself onto his lips.

“Sure,” he said, voice just high enough above a whisper so that you could hear him. “I think I know one you might like.”

Conjuring up whatever he could remember, Akashi brought forth the familiar characters and settings that his mom used to tell him about in his mind’s eye. She had always been so good at painting a picture in his mind that, even now years later, he could still vividly see the fantasy worlds that she had created just for him.

“It started a long time ago,” he began, walking down that memory lane.