Hi!!! I read your selfish request and had to look what that kisses choices are sooooo here, a kiss promt request #12 for Kuroo (Haikyuu) and Hyuga (KnB) and/or #30 for Daichi (Haikyuu) and Midorima (KnB). You choose what you like. (◍•ᴗ•◍)

Awwww! Thank you for your choices! I went with Kuroo and Hyuga with #12! I got another response for Daichi so will probably tack on #30 to those two. Enjoy!

Kiss #12 – Accidentally being forced inches apart from each other, staring at each other’s lips, and
just before they kiss someone pulls them back apart.

Tetsuro Kuroo

Kuroo stands holding the bar above his head on the train,
swaying slightly into the turn; he’s exhausted. Three straight weeks of earlier
than normal and all-day weekend practices have been draining his batteries but
it must be done; the team needs all they can get before the National prelims. Kenma,
playing his game, yawns prompting him to as well. They’re headed home after an
extremely long day.

Kuroo stretches as he looks out the window and it’s then he
catches a reflection of you seated behind him. He grins a bit as your head
bobs; you look as tired as he feels. A moment later, he catches your eye, his
smile widening as you send your own his way.

“Hey, ______-san,” he says, his voice gravely from shouting
at Lev all day about proper receiving and blocking, “what are you doing out
this late?”

“Hi Kuroo-san,” you return, moving to stand nearer so you
don’t have to shout from your seat; that and you just want to be closer to your
crush. “I had a group project to work on and since I was in this neighborhood
mom asked me to pick up some things. I got distracted window shopping so left a
bit later than I meant to.”

“Too many shiny things to look at?” he teases and you smack
his arm good-naturedly.

The two of you chit chat as the train continues on its way,
filling with more and more people as it goes. Eventually, you’re forced embarrassingly
close to Kuroo, his face just a hair’s breadth from your own. If you were to
angle your head and lift on your toes you’d probably end up kissing him; the
thought makes you break out in red and the fact that he can see you like that
just makes it worse.

Kuroo notices the redness of your face and frowns slightly;
are you too warm? There are a lot of people, all shoving and pushing to gain ground
on the train.

Suddenly, the train jerks and since neither of you were
holding on (due to no overhead bar real estate left) the momentum causes you to
stumble. Kuroo tries to help but over compensates turning what should have been
a smooth grab around your waist to help you remain upright into an embarrassingly
public fall into one another. He turns to take the brunt of the hit, you
landing against him as his back his the wall.

Both of you have wide eyes, faces even closer than before and
his arm still around your waist.

Kuroo has the most insane desire to kiss you. You’ve been
flirting for months, obviously into each other but he’s so busy he hasn’t
wanted to ask you out…at least not yet. But now, in this moment, his lips
twitch with the desire to cover yours. His eyes flick to yours before returning
to look at your lips again. You see the movement, sense the question and the
desire, and the knowledge that Kuroo Tetsuro wants to kiss you making your
stomach feel like it’s on a roller coaster.

Just when Kuroo thinks it’s going to happen, he feels himself
yanked backwards, Kenma dragging him by his backpack through the now open door
of the stopped train.

“Wait, Kenma, what- “but it’s too late, the doors shut and
you’re whisked away, face looking out at him as the train pulls away. “Damn it,
Kenma what the hell was that?”

The setter looks at him with an annoyed look. “The train was
leaving, we’re already late. Flirt on your own time.” He starts walking then
shoots over his shoulder, “That and you should at least as to take her on a
proper date first.”

Kuroo smirks at the second year, deciding that he’s right. And
that’s the first thing he’s going to do when he sees you again on the train tomorrow.

Junpei Hyuga

The final buzzer sounds, echoing through the momentarily
silent gymnasium. It’s over, Seirin has done it; they’ve beat Rakuzan High to
win the Winter Cup! A chorus of cheers erupts filling the vast space in a
deafening sound of celebration. As a photographer intern you’re right on the
floor, watching the final moments in breathtaking close proximity. You’re over
the moon happy for your best friends, Junpei and Teppei.

The click of your camera captures the celebratory moments,
including Junpei and Teppei’s high five. That
one you’ll be framing as a gift for Junpei.

Standing up you make your way forward, taking pictures as
you go. You’re so focused on looking through your view finder, that you don’t
notice the mass of people rushing the floor. A moment later, you’re shoved
roughly forward, instinctively protecting your very expensive equipment which
unfortunately leaves you unable to brace yourself for impact. Just as you
prepare to hit the floor, you feel strong arms wrap around your waist, pulling
you up. Opening your eyes, you’re surprised to find yourself in Junpei’s arms,
his (you think) endearing scowl deepening as he stares over your head at
whoever pushed you.

“Are you ok?” he asks looking down and you’re startled how
close your face is to his.

Swallowing once you nod, hands still clutching your camera.

Hyuga feels like punching someone; doesn’t anyone look where
they’re going? You could have been really hurt just now, possibly trampled by
all the people rushing about. His arms instinctively tighten around you at the
thought. Maybe it’s because he’s still high on adrenaline and feels like he can
do anything, but his vision full of your beautiful countenance, he can’t think
of anything else except how much he wants to kiss you.

You’ve been his steady outside support the entire season,
making time for him when he knows you’re super busy with all your school work
plus working your internship. Steadily, over the years, he’s grown quite fond
of you, just recently concluding it’s more than fondness; he really likes you.

Staring at one another, you see Junpei’s eyes flick to your
lips and stay focused there. Does…does he want to kiss you? You feel a sudden
wave of excitement at the thought. You’ve cared about him for a long time now,
wishing you had the guts to confess but never wanting to put more pressure on
him with all he had going on with school and the team.

Just as he thinks he’s going to do it, Hyuga feels an arm
around his neck, pulling him away from you.

“Come on, captain, we’ve gotta go debrief,” Teppei says,
casting a wide smile and wave to you as he drags off his friend.

You turn, disappointment flooding your chest, but a moment
later you feel a hand grab your shoulder, turning you back around. Junpei is
there, his breath coming in long pants.

“Wait for me?” he asks.

You smile, nodding yes. He smiles back, squeezing your shoulder
and then takes off to catch up with his team.

Hello! First of all, I really love your writing, some of scenarios are that well done I actually forgot I was reading them and not participating in them myself! Could I ask for one too? Like an angst with Imayoshi and #77? I’ll love you forever if you put it in Mafia!AU but if you don’t want to do this it’s fine, just ignore this message then, please. Have a great day anyways! ♥

Hi namadine! Thank you so much for your lovely
compliment! I’m so pleased I can literally take you into the story. This is my
first time writing a Mafia AU so I hope it’s good. Also, I love that you chose
Imayoshi! He’s one of those characters that I like more the more I re-watch the
anime.

Slight language so technically NSFW.

I thought this picture was great for this, please give the artist kudos here.

Shoichi Imayoshi – Prompt #77 – “You shouldn’t have
even been there!” (angst/Mafia!AU)

“Get it done tonight. I want it clean, no mistakes,”
Imayoshi says coolly.

“Tch, why send me to do this job?” Aomine asks
yawning.

“Because, despite your lazy attitude, you’re the best
shot we have. It’s simple, probably won’t take you more than ten minutes tops.”

“More like five,” the ace sniper comments, his words
indicative of his acquiescence to the orders.

“What is it Sakurai?” asks the bespectacled head of
the Too mafia gang after the blue haired male has left the room.

His mousy assistant jumps slightly, unaware he’s
been observed. “I’m sorry,” he begins shakily, bowing slightly, “I just…do you
think it’s a good idea to leave it to him?”

Before he can answer, Wakamatsu is already raving, “Of
course it’s not a good idea! Boss, you know how he is! Let me take this one,
you know how unfocused he is ever since Kagami-“

“Aomine is fine,” Imayoshi interjects firmly, “it’s
time for him to get back in the game. As for Kagami, I’ll admit that was an
unfortunate incident, but we must move forward.” He stands, heading for the
door, saying over his shoulder, “But if you’re that worried about him,
Wakamatsu, feel free to tag along. Just don’t get in his way.”

Later that night…

Aomine sits on top of a roof, the cold of the
evening biting through even his heavy coat. He bemoans the need to take it off
soon in order to have the best body control possible for this shot. Nearby,
Wakamatsu kneels in the shadows, his presence irritating but not distracting;
Aomine is too good for that.

Eventually his target arrives, getting out of his
car and making his way inside. Shucking his jacket off, Aomine readies himself
into position, his gun already out and waiting for him. As he settles his right
eye against the scope of his rifle both widen in surprise when he sees you in
the same café as his target.

“Fuck,” he mutters under his breath.

“What is it?” his unwanted companion asks.

“_______-chan is in there. What the hell is she
doing in this territory?” Aomine asks.

“Not sure, but boss man isn’t going to be happy
about it, that’s for sure,” responds the blonde.

“No shit,” Aomine says running a frustrated hand
through his hair.

He weighs his options; his target isn’t exactly
known for drawing attention, in fact Daiki can see he’s moving about the room
with nary a glance in his direction. It’s worth the risk of your exposure to
the violence. Plus, it’s not like you know anything about anything. To you,
Imayoshi and the rest of them are respectable business men dealing in the world
of high paid athletes and sponsorships. You have no idea that Too and all its
associates are one of the largest mafia organizations in Japan, second only to
the Rakuzan family.

“I’m taking the shot,” he says, repositioning and
removing the safety. It will all be over in a blink of an eye.

Inside the café you’re enjoying a latte along with a
toffee scone, perfect companions to the latest novel from your favorite author.
Glancing up as you turn a page, you’re startled to see a red dot settled on the
back of a fellow patron. It takes milliseconds for you to figure out what you’re
looking at, your body moving on its own.

“Look ou-“you cry standing up rapidly, but your
voice is cut short as a sharp sting smacks against your back, the air in your
lungs escaping as pain radiates from the point of impact outwards.

The last thing you see are the bright blue eyes of
the man whose life you just saved, seemingly at the cost of your own.

In a large mansion, a large room holds a large bed
which holds a very small and fragile you. Imayoshi sits in a nearby chair, head
in his hands. Why? Why the fuck did he think it was a good idea to take the
job? If only he’d told that damned self-proclaimed “emperor” to shove it up his
ass, you wouldn’t be in this position, fighting for your life.

Taking your hand, slow tears trailing down his face,
Imayoshi whispers, “You shouldn’t have
even been there.”

No, you shouldn’t have been anywhere near that side
of town but he just had to be “busy”. He just had to blow you off and tell you
he couldn’t see you because he had business to attend to. He’d no fucking
business other than assigning Aomine to the hit. How could his ace have done this?
He never missed, ever.

Leaning his head down onto the bed, he sobs, “Y/N,
please…please come back to me. I…I can’t…I can’t do this without you.” He looks
up to your serene face, holding out hope you’re just sleeping, just really
tired and will wake up soon. He stands, brushing his lips against your
forehead, “I love you so much, please…please open your eyes.”

Days pass then weeks then months with no change in
your condition other than you’re losing weight and muscle mass but Imayoshi
refuses to give up, refuses to pull the plug despite doctor’s opinions and
forecasts being unfavorable to any recovery at all.

He knows he’s a selfish bastard, but Imayoshi
routinely does the things that people hate, and right now, he’s keeping you
alive, even if it kills him. Because for as much as he hurts to see you like
this, he can’t let you go.

Hi!! Can u combine the numbers for kiss?? Is yes can you do one for kise, kiss, 19&20 if not just either one will do! Love your blog 😍😍

Thank you darling! And yes, we can combine! These two were perfect to go together.
19) raking a hand through the hair and getting a good handful to pull the other person closer (before or during the kiss)
20) starting with a kiss meant to be gentle, ending up in devout passion
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“That was such a funny movie!” Kise exclaims as you walk out of the theater side by side. The fact you’re still giggling is testament to the truth of his words. Looking at him you smile; he’s a great best friend.

You walk towards your house, nearing the end of a wonderful “friend date” as you and the blonde next to you have dubbed them. A sigh almost escapes you; for a long while now you’ve been wishing they could be real dates but you won’t risk ruining things with Kise.

He’s a flirt and a model to boot, how could you ever stand a chance of actually dating him? He mentions frequently how much he loves that you’re a girl he easily gets along with, without drama. Damn your stupid feelings!

“_________-cchi, you ok?” he asks and you nod, faking a yawn to explain your unfocused gaze.

“Was up early for the gym,” you explain and he chuckles.

“So dedicated, it’s one of the things I admire about you,” he says and you feel your heart skip.

All too soon you’re at the door of your apartment. Looking up at Kise’s handsome face you long to kiss him properly, just once. He looks back at you, a sweet smile on his face.

“Well, goodnight,” he says and leans down, kissing near the corner of your mouth. The peck send sparks over your skin.

Kise pauses, then moves a fraction of an inch and kisses you again. It’s just a peck but it’s full lip contact. Pulling back he stares in your eyes.

You inhale sharply when his hand rakes through your hair, grasping a handful firmly and tugging you forward, his lips crashing into yours.

A touch of his tongue makes you gasp and he enters your mouth, wrapping his other arm around your waist prompting you to wrap yours around his neck. His lips massage against yours as he inhales through his nose to gain oxygen.

A nibble of your bottom lip makes your knees weak and you clutch him tighter.

When breathing becomes necessary you part, both panting heavily and staring at each other.

A sly, sexy grin cascades over Kise’s face. Leaning down again he whispers, “I’ve been wanting to do that for a long time.”

“Me too,” you confess unnecessarily.

He closes the distance further, breathing against your mouth, “Let’s do it again.”

[Date-KNB] I hope self-ships are allowed? :D #4, Me & Aomine. Thanks!

Hello dear! Thank you for your patience while I got this one
sorted out. I really hope you like it!

Shifting your feet nervously, you clench Daiki’s hand tightly.

“You ok?” he asks lowly and you nod.

After weeks and weeks of classes you’re finally here; your first
dance competition. You still can’t believe you ever convinced Daiki to do this
with you. Truthfully, it was like pulling teeth to even get him to the first
class, but after some basic lessons both of you picked up on it fast; you
because you’re enthusiastic and would practice relentlessly and he because his
natural athleticism and ability to control his body. When the instructor pretty
much forced you to join the amateur competition you were sure Daiki would bolt,
especially when it was announced that each couple would have to dress in the era
of the dance they were doing; and you were given ballroom/ renaissance.

Daiki was quite resistant to the idea, that is until he saw you
in your dress for the first time. Being a breast man, the sight of you trussed
up in a way too tight corset, cleavage spilling out was enough to convince him
it wouldn’t be so bad; until he saw what he
had to wear.

After some argument and alterations to make the pants a little
less restrictive (“Didn’t the men have dicks back then?” “Daiki,
hush!”) you both were finally attired in your costumes.

Walking to the center of the dance floor you feel sweat trickle
down your neck and back, both from your nerves and from the bright lights.
Getting into position, you look up into Daiki’s handsome face, a bright smile
on your own. He smirks down at you, eyes focused; you’re pleased to see he’s
taking this seriously.

As the music starts up, you step in time with your man, whirling about the
floor with steps you’ve practiced until your feet bled. You can’t stop smiling,
so happy to be doing something you love so much with someone you love so much.

He pulls you closer, his head leaning down to whisper, “You
know, I never realized how sexy full gowns could be but you’re making these
pants very uncomfortable.”

“Daiki!” you hiss whisper, “This is a refined dance you can’t be
thinking things like that!”

He chuckles as he spins you out. Drawing you back in even closer,
his mouth next to your ear he says, “What? You think those royals and nobles never
got the urge? Please, I bet they were more perverted than me.”

He pulls back, shifting his gaze to look deliberately at your
heaving chest, your rapid inhale and exhale of oxygen a combination of the effort
to move in this heavy dress along with his heated gaze making you decidedly warm.
Daiki licks his lips, his eyes holding a decidedly hungry look in them.
Pressing his hand more firmly into your back he pulls you as close as possible,
your chest compressing against his.

Looking you straight in the eye he says lowly, “I want to
take you now.”

You can’t stop the shiver that courses down your spine, sure
that your face is tomato red as your boyfriend seduces you in front of all
these people. Distracted, you almost miss the cue to turn but find your
footing, twirling out from his embrace then being tugged back in. One hand
splays over his chest and you can feel his heart racing.

Just a few more circuits you think, eyes locked with his. The rest
of the room may as well not be there for all the attention you’re giving it;
you’re completely focused on Daiki.

One last twirl out then back in and you’re done, bowing to each
other as the room fills with polite applause. The judges expound on your
technique, praising your chemistry and intensity as all the while Daiki is
trailing slow, soft circles on the exposed skin of your upper back.

Thankfully, you and Daiki were the last to go meaning the
judging is done and the awards about to be issued. Surprisingly, you take
second in your category. The medal is barely in your hand before Daiki whisks you up
into his arms and exits the room hastily.

Arms around his neck you warn, “You better not rip this
Daiki, I paid a lot of money for it.”

He finds a dark hallway, pining you against the wall, the layers
of your dress practically swallowing his lower half. Eager lips caress your own
before trailing down your neck to your bodice encased chest. He lavishes the
top of your breasts, giving firm love bites here and there making you gasp and
moan despite efforts to be quiet.

“I hope you’re ready to lose your voice babe, I’m gonna
have you screaming all night, refinery be damned!” he says kissing you
firmly before gathering you up once more and heading to the car.

Hi! I’m new to the blog so can i request a kise ryouta and number 44 please! Thanks! ❤️

Hello hlbanana and welcome! I didn’t remember you asked
for slight angst until I went back to post my reply. This ended up pretty much
full on angst, but I hope you enjoy it nonetheless. Thanks for following and
sending in an ask!

Kise Ryouta –
Prompt #44 – “I don’t know why I’m crying.”

When Kise rounds the corner of his block and sees you sitting on
the stairs of his condo he smiles. But it drops away as your head comes up,
your face streaked with tears and your hand over your mouth.

“Hey,” he says softly crouching down so he’s level with your face,
“what’s wrong? What happened?” His hand reaches out to smooth down your hair
but you stand abruptly and head up the stairs without a word. Ok, maybe you
want to talk to him inside. He follows you, unlocking the door (just now
realizing it’s odd that you didn’t use the key he gave you) and leads you in.

Shutting the door, he opens his mouth to repeat his question only
to snap it shut when you say, “Well, looks like you had a good time at the
party.”

He freezes, eyes going wide when you turn around, a mixture of
pain and anger on your face.

“Yeah, I saw,” you confirm before heading to the bedroom. Kise
remains where he is, his mind working on overtime to try to think of something to say that doesn’t make him
sound like a jerk but there’s really nothing. How can he explain he was only
kissing that woman to prove a point to himself? To confirm what everyone else
already knows but he’s just too damn stubborn and prideful to admit? He always
said he wanted a girl who wouldn’t tie him down and that’s what you started out
as. But now…

“Y/N,” he calls walking down the hall, pausing at the threshold of
his bedroom and watching you empty the drawer he’d designated for you. “That
was…I…”

“Don’t! Just…don’t,” you say over your shoulder, roughly shoving clothing
and other personal items into your backpack. Standing up you rub your eyes, a
mirthless chuckle escaping your lips as you say, “You know? I don’t know why I’m crying. I knew
what this was and I thought I could handle it. But where I come from you don’t
give someone something like this,” you hold up the key he’d given you a couple
weeks ago, “and this,” you kick the drawer you just emptied, “if this,” you
gesture between the two of you, “doesn’t mean anything.”

Kise feels a pang in his chest as you toss the key onto the
dresser before lifting your backpack and shouldering your way past him into the
hall. “______-cchi, it does mean
something-“he says to your back but you cut him off.

“Yeah, it means I’m an idiot for ever allowing myself to get this
close to you. I mean, how did I ever think I could
have a casual relationship with someone? Oh sure, Y/N, let’s try to let go of
being so uptight and needy. Let’s show the people back home you can hang with
the “in crowd”, the “I don’t give crap about anyone crowd”, the “this is all
well and good as long as it’s fun” crowd.“

Kise grabs your wrist but you wrench it away, whirling around,
your eyes red rimmed. “How could I ever think someone as shallow as you
could feel something deep for me?”

He knows you’re angry, and for good reason because he knows he
hasn’t been clear with what he wants, but that hurt. He feels a stinging near
his eyes.

“_________-cchi, please…let me explain-”

“Explain what, exactly? There’s nothing to explain! You’re
not willing to commit, end of story!”

“No, it’s not the end of the story! Damn it, Y/N will you
just let me talk?!” he yells.

“No, Kise, your actions spoke louder than any words you can
say! I’m done! We had our fun, you were a good time and that’s all.”

You turn to leave but he grabs you again desperate for you to at
least listen.

“She didn’t mean anything,” he says quietly.

“None of us mean anything to you Kise,” you answer.

He turns you around, grabbing you by the shoulders and shaking
you once. “Stop, just listen! You…you mean so much to me…I…I need
you.” He pauses but goes for broke, “I love you.”

You laugh in his face, a mocking, angry sound that is painful to
hear, your face contorted in disbelief and slight disgust.

“You’ve got a really screwed up way of showing it,”
you spit out viciously, “having your tongue down another woman’s throat
doesn’t exactly lend credence to your words!” You pull away again, opening
the door.

Kise says, running hands through his hair, “I just…look, I
had to make sure of what I was feeling! I’ve never felt like this before and it
was confusing because I always thought I didn’t want anything more with anyone but
I want you! I want you to be my
girlfriend!”

You turn to look at him, not believing the words you’re hearing.
“So, you needed to make out with another woman to know for sure you love
me?” you ask. He can’t look you in the eyes and it’s all the confirmation
you need.

“You’re such an asshole,” you say lowly making his
head snap up to look at you. “Lose my number. No, you know what? Forget I
even exist because that’s exactly what I’m going to do with you.

Without another word, you walk out his door, not even bothering
to shut it. He watches you go, tears trailing down his cheeks. Even now he’s
hoping, maybe you’ll turn around. He doesn’t shut the door until he can’t see
you anymore.