▽＼) sorry I’m such a constant requester here but I love your writings too much ❤❤

Hello sweetie! Don’t apologize for requesting! It’s requests that
keep blogs alive so I definitely appreciate you giving them! And thank you for the
compliment on my writing, it means a lot to me. Thank you for your patience
waiting for this, I’m sorry it took so long.

As you walk up to Moriyama in your traditional yukata he exhales a
long breath; you look so lovely in that color, its hue setting off the sparkle
in your eyes. He’s glad to see you’ve opted to wear your hair up seeing as he
enjoys looking at and stealing little touches of your elegant neck.

The sight of your boyfriend dressed in the grey yukata you hand-embroidered
with an orange lining makes you smile.

“Ready to go?” he asks offering his arm and you giggle as you take
it, the two of you strolling slowly through the ever-thickening crowd.

Your eyes dart this way and that, trying to take it all in; the
sights, the sounds, the smells! Everything is so festive and brightly colored
it makes your heart feel light to be surrounded by it all. Not to mention you’re
reveling in the time you get to spend with Yoshitaka. You feel a squeeze
against your hand and look at him.

“Enjoy it so far?” he asks with a smile.

You nod enthusiastically. “I’ve been looking forward to this all
year! I can’t believe it’s already time!” you exclaim happily.

Nearing the shop booth line, you squeal out at all the cute items
people are selling. Moriyama loses his grip on you as you fly towards a booth
selling figurines of your favorite anime, eyes shining with excitement.
Chuckling, Moriyama watches as you gingerly pick up one and then another,
taking in their detail. Sighing, you turn away, expression slightly wistful.

“What’s the matter?” he asks concerned; you looked so happy a
second ago.

“Nothing, Yoshi-kun, I just wish I made a lot more money at my
part time job. They have one of the figures I need to complete my collection
but it’s too expensive.”

He doesn’t say anything, just gives your hand a squeeze and tugs
you towards more booths. The next you stop at has intricate masks for sale and
you ask the keeper all about their process, fascinated that they are able to
make them look so lifelike. Moriyama, for the most part, just follows where you
lead. It isn’t that he doesn’t enjoy this, but you’re much more into it than he
is; at least when it comes to shopping.

As the two of you round another corner the scent of fried foods
and searing meat hit your nostrils making both of your mouths water.

“Let’s get something to eat, I’m starving,” Yoshi comments and you
nod.

Soon you’re holding a kabob in one hand and a frozen chocolate
covered banana in the other while Moriyama opts for an order of takoyaki, proffering
one to you on his fork. You take the fried octopus from him, almost moaning at
how good it tastes. For dessert, his first and your second, he orders taiyaki,
the little fish shaped pastries making you squeal with how cute they look.

After your meal, Moriyama leads you to the game booths, offering
to win you a stuffed plushie of one of your favorite anime characters. He succeeds
in the ring toss easily, handing you the prize which you hug with gusto before leaning
up and kissing his cheek. Feeling a blush cross his face, he grips your hand a
bit tighter, but his smile is more pronounced.

The rest of the day goes by in a blur of walking around until
eventually he leads you back to the first stall you stopped at and purchases
the figurine you wanted despite your protests. As you head to the grass to
stake a claim to watch the fireworks you sigh happily; the day really has been
perfect.

Sitting down, Moriyama leans against a rock and draws you to sit
between his legs. The position is rather intimate giving your surroundings but
he doesn’t care, he loves having you in his arms and wants to enjoy the
fireworks this way. Idly playing with your hair that has since come down as the
day wore on, the two of you discuss the upcoming school year and his basketball
schedule.

With a resounding boom, the first wave of fireworks cascade across
the night sky and you jump, your reaction making Yoshi laugh at you a little.
But he hugs you tighter to himself, chin resting on your head as you watch the
colorful display. Shifting his head, he looks at your face, loving the look of
awe upon it. Leaning forward, he pecks your cheek then whispers in your ear, “I
love you.”

Turning to face him, you plant a long, slow kiss on his lips.

Happy birthday~ <3 Hope you have a fantastic one! Who's your favorite character from KnB? How about some headcanons (or scenario if you prefer) for him baking you a a cake for your special day~? ;)

Thank you so much darling but ARGH, pick a favorite?! So, so
hard, honestly! I started watching through the anime again and it seems like
every time I do someone new is my favorite lol. For this, I’ll say…Kasamatsu,
because that captain is just amazing!

Furrowing his already pensive expression, Yukio stares at
the ingredients spread out on his counter. What in the world possessed him to
try to bake you a cake? Not only is this his confession but to top it off it’s
your birthday tomorrow so everything has to be perfect.

A knock at his door draws his attention and when he opens it
he groans.

“Hello senpai!” Kise says enthusiastically, barreling in
without an invitation.

“What the hell are you doing here, Kise?”

Kise blinks at him. “Why, I’m here to help you with the cake
for _____-chan!”

His captain flushes a dark red before roaring out “How do
you know anything about that?!”

The ace rolls his eyes as he grabs an apron off a hook. “I
saw you at the store buying supplies and put two and two together. I may be a
blonde but I’m not dumb, senpai!”

“That’s debatable,” mutters Yukio.

“So rude,” Kise pouts but continues to look over the
ingredients.

“What do you know about baking anyway?” Kasamatsu asks crossing
his arms.

Kise smirks. “I grew up with two sisters, senpai. Trust me,
I know what I’m doing.”

The brunette sighs, hand covering his eyes as he takes in
another breath. Looking up, he makes a decision. “Look Kise, it’s not that I don’t
appreciate you wanting to help-“

“Could have fooled me,” the blonde mumbles earning a smack
to the back of the head.

“Oi, don’t interrupt! Like I said, it’s not that I don’t appreciate
it, but if this is a gift from me, I’m gonna make it without anyone’s help.”

“But senpai-“

“I said no!” Kasamatsu shouts, then adds quietly, “Thank
you, but…no.”

Shrugging his shoulders, Kise unties the apron and hangs it
back up before heading to the door. “Ok then, I wish you good luck!” With that
he’s gone and Yukio is left wondering if he just made a big mistake but he
shakes away the doubt. He can do this, it can’t be that hard…right?

The next day Kise is bouncing around the front gate of the
school, eager to see the creation his captain came up with for you. He really is
rooting for him, knowing you’re the perfect girl for him and can only hope
today goes well. When he sees Kasamatsu approaching, he smiles widely, waving
and shouting a good morning.

Yukio’s face has his usual stoic countenance
firmly in place though the light dusting of pink on his cheeks is a bit of a giveaway
that he’s super nervous. Kise bounds up to him, exclaiming, “How did it go? Is
that the cake? What flavor did you make?”

He’s answered by a firm kick in the thigh. “Will you be
quiet?” hisses the captain.

“Sorry senpai, I’m just so excited for you!” Kise half
whispers.

With a sigh, Yukio keeps walking, the overeager ace
following in his wake. “I’m not gonna show you, if that’s what you’re waiting
for,” he says and Kise pouts. “I want her to be the first to see it.”

Kise whines a bit, but hastily apologizes before running to
his class when Kasamatsu gets ready to punch him again. He’s friends with you
so he’s sure you’ll show him later anyway but he can’t help feeling a tenseness
all day on behalf of his friend; will you accept and reciprocate his
affections?

When the final bell rings, Kise is running towards the exit,
needing to expel some of his energy but he stops dead in his tracks when he
sees you and Kasamatsu talking in the courtyard. From his vantage point, he can
see everything clearly and though he feels just a tiny bit bad about it he can’t
stop himself from watching the proceedings.

He sees Kasmatsu shifting from foot to foot, one hand
rubbing the back of his neck and he’s barely able to maintain eye contact with
you as he talks. Slowly he brings the box out from behind his back and Kise watches
your eyes widen a bit, a grateful smile on your face as you take it.

But before you can open it, Kasamatsu says something else
and then hurries off. Blinking, Kise runs downstairs, finding you where his
captain left you with the box still unopened in your hands.

“Hi, ____-chan, happy birthday!” he exclaims giving you a side
hug. Looking down, he feigns ignorance. “What do you have there?”

“Oh, it’s a present from Kasamatsu-san,” you reply looking
up at the tall blonde.

“Well, what are you waiting for? Open it!” Kise says with a
laugh.

Smiling a bit, you carefully pop the tape holding the lid
down off and lift it. Both you and Kise’s eyes go wide. Inside is a decidedly lumpy
cake. The frosting has run down the sides, smearing on the bottom and Kise
doesn’t know if that’s because Yukio put it on while the cake was still too
warm or if it’s just been ravaged by being carried around all day. His stomach
drops a bit, nerves on behalf of his captain flaring up and he tries to read
your face to see what you’re thinking.

A gasp from your lips makes him look at your eyes and he
follows your line of sight to the box once more.

Written on the underside of the lid is a note: Happy birthday ____-chan. I’m sorry this
doesn’t look like much but I’m hoping you’ll forgive the exterior in favor of
what’s inside; just like you do with me. I don’t know if you know but I like you
a lot and would be very honored if you would consider going out with me. I’ll
be at the Tea Leaf Lounge on Saturday at 1:00. If you accept, meet me there. If
not, well, I hope we can remain friends. – Yukio

Kise holds his breath; he’d really not intended to infringe
upon this moment but it’s too late now, he knows you know he saw the message.

Without a word, you put the box down on a nearby table,
grabbing a fork from your bento. Scooping a piece of the lumpy, soft cake you
take a bite. As the flavor hits your tongue, you widen your eyes; it’s actually
really good, but you would have said
yes regardless.

“I didn’t expect to get a boyfriend for my birthday,” you
say softly and Kise has to stop himself from picking you up in a large hug.

He decides to skip practice, opting to incur his senpai’s
wrath instead of risking the ruin of your response. Plus, he figures he’ll be
forgiven because Kasamatsu will be so happy to finally have you as his girlfriend.

He’s wrong and is given extra laps but it’s worth it when he
rounds the corner and sees you standing with his captain, giving him a peck on
the cheek before leaving the gym. He doesn’t think he’s ever seen Yukio that red but he’s also never seen him smile that
wide.

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”.

Kagami, Moriyama, Takao, Yamamoto, Sugawara, and Aone reacting to their gf being a vampire? She can come out in the daylight and not burn thus how she goes to school with them but she does drink blood and is super strong. She also likes trying to “nibble” them occasionally because they “smell good”. :) you can decide if there are other “tropes” she is capable of for them to react to.

Thanks for the request, I hope you like what I came up with!

Kagami

“I’ll tell you what,” you say leaning in close to
Kagami, your proximity making him blush hard, “I’ll try some of your food if
you,” your nose trails over his neck, the blood rushing there like a roaring
river in your supersonic ears, “let me have a taste of you.” Kagami nods,
trusting you won’t drain him dry.

Moriyama

“Ok,” Moriyama says panting as he reaches where you stand
barely breaking a sweat, “how the hell
do you run so fast?” If he hadn’t seen it with his own eyes, he’d never believe
it. Catching him around the neck he gasps. As you kiss him, your fang nips his
lip, a little blood hitting your tongue and you moan, “Oh Yoshitaka, you taste so good.” He’s caught between fear and
pleasure, the former fading slightly as you kiss him again. Maybe it won’t be
so bad being a vampire’s boy toy.

Takao

“Why did you rush away like that?” Takao asks running up to
you and grabbing your arm.

“I just didn’t want to be around him with that stuff,” you
say hurriedly tugging out of his grasp.

“You mean Shintaro and his lucky item?” he asks
incredulously. You’ve never cared about it before so he’s confused.

“Suffice it to say, I’m just not a fan of it,” you huff
walking more briskly. Turning back, you point your finger at him, “And if you ever eat it I’ll never kiss you again.”

He catches your wrist, pulling you back and looks in your
eyes. “I knew there was something different about you,” he murmurs nuzzling
your nose. “Don’t worry,” he adds winking, “I’m not a fan of garlic either.” He lifts his head, exposing his neck. “But feel free to taste test, if you like.”

Yamamoto

“How the hell did you jump that high?” Yamamoto yells after
you land from jumping over a drunk driver’s car. You smile, fangs flashing and
he gulps.

Closing the distance between you, you nuzzle into his
throat. “Care to top me up? I used up some juice jumping that high.” He
whimpers a bit but agrees; how the hell did he end up with such a cool, if
scary girlfriend?

Sugawara

“Why are your hands always so cold? It’s the middle of
summer,” Sugawara asks perplexed. Smiling softly, you place his hand on your chest.
He stutters, unclear of your intentions until he zeroes in on the fact that he
doesn’t feel anything underneath; your heart isn’t beating.

“Oh,” he says softly and you nod.

Bringing his hand near your face you smell his wrist,
cooing, “Suga-baby, can I see if you taste as good as you smell?”

Aone

“You shouldn’t work out alone Takanobu,” you say easily
lifting the heavy weight almost crushing his windpipe. Looking into his wide-open
eyes with your bright yellow irises you say, “How am I supposed to go on if you
end up dead?” He shakes his head,
unclear on how to answer. You smile, walking around the bench to lean over him.
“Don’t worry, sweetie, I only bite to feed, not to turn. Think you can give me
a tip for saving you?” He swallows once but agrees. After all, he owes you
right?

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.

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.”

hello! I really like your writing especially your scenarios :DD may I also request a scenario for takao where he falls in love with someone else, and his s/o reminds him of his promise to always love her when he first asked her to be with him? lots of angst, and thank youuu!

Thank you for the compliment! I really appreciate it! I’m so
sorry this took FOREVER to get out and thank you for your patience! It’s pretty
short but I hope I gave you the dose of angst you were looking for!

“Y/N,” Takao says,
his breath a bit shaky as he looks in your eyes, “I…I think, no, I know…we need
to end this. We…we can’t be together anymore.”

Your heart feels like it just got stabbed, tears flooding
your eyes immediately when you see he’s completely serious. “Kazu-kun, how…how
can you say that? How can you look me in the eye and say that?” you say,
hysteria threatening to erupt.

He sighs, running a hand through his hair as he walks to the
window, looking out into the rapidly darkening sky. Turning back to look at
you, his eyes sad, he confesses, “I…I’m in love with someone else and…I just
can’t deny that anymore.”

Another stab, you feel your chest tighten. It’s hard to
breathe, hard to stand so you collapse into a chair, staring at him in
disbelief.

“But…but what about us? What about your promise to always
love me!” You stand back up, anger mixing with your despair and you rush
forward, smacking him across the face. “I gave you everything Kazunari!” you
shout, fists clenched. “My heart, my time, my body! Everything and anything you
wanted I gave it! I went to every game, stayed late for every practice, helped
you with your homework and studying, brought you food, even cooked for the team
so you could all rest and this is the
thanks I get?! This is my reward for sacrificing so much for you! A betrayal?!”

You smack him again and he grabs your hand, tugging you firm
against his chest to stop your movements, his eyes boring into your tear-filled
ones. “Would you rather I fake it? Huh? Would you rather I pretend to still love
you? Don’t you think you’d feel it? I’m surprised you haven’t by now.” He lets
you go and you collapse to the ground, face buried in your hands as you weep.

He crouches down, the touch of his hand on the back of your
head making you wince. “You deserve better, _____-san,” he says, his use of
your last name solidifying his decision to end this, to walk away and leave you
broken. “I’ve tried, I’ve tried so hard to ignore how I feel, to wait for it to
go away, hoping it was just a stupid crush or…or…I don’t know, an irrational infatuation
but it hasn’t. It’s only gotten stronger and…I just couldn’t lie to you
anymore.”

He tilts your face up and you’re surprised to see he has
tears of his own leaking from his eyes. “You are amazing and I want you to be
happy but I can’t be with you anymore.”

“If I’m so amazing, why are you going to her and not staying
with me?” you ask, voice quiet.

He inhales a deep breath and shakes his head. “I don’t know,
I just know as much as we both wanted it to be, this wasn’t meant to last
forever.”

His lips touch your forehead, the contact making you close
your eyes. “Goodbye, _____-san,” he whispers.

When you open your eyes, he’s gone.

May I request # 8 for the Imagines/Reactions weekend with… Nishinoya, Moriyama, Liu Wei, Azumane, Sugawara, and Otsubo. >u< please and thank you~

# 8 – wearing the boy’s clothes

So I went ahead and changed this from “each other’s” to the
boy’s clothes because I just can’t see most of these guys being willing or able
to wear female clothing. I hope you still like it!

Nishinoya – His absolute favorite thing to see you wearing
is his Karasuno volleyball team jacket. Cheering in the stands wearing a bright
orange shirt and his black jacket will make this smol boy feel twenty feet tol.
Expect lots of affectionate clinging
after the game.

Moriyama – The first time you’d spent the night together (just sleeping, Moriyama is a gentleman)
you’d rushed to get dressed and in your haste accidently grabbed his tie,
knotting it quickly and running out the door. Later in the day, he walked up to
you, grabbed it and tugged you in for a kiss, whispering against your lips, “As
much fun as it is to see you wearing my
tie, I can’t wait to get it back off of you, tonight.” Needless to say,
there was a distinct lack of sleep the second time you stayed over.

Liu Wei – He’s unsure if he’s pleased or not that your
favorite thing to steal from his wardrobe happens to be his favorite
sweatshirt. You know the kind, the one that’s perfectly worn in, fits like a
glove and also feels like a wearable blanket? That must be why you steal it all
the time, though the “fit like a glove” part does not apply since the thing
actually looks like a blanket on you.
But then again, when he finally gets it back, it smells like you; which is a
definite bonus.

Azumane – Asahi could have sworn he’d put his favorite
t-shirt in the wash but when it came time to wear it he couldn’t locate it. That
was, until he went to your house, where you opened the door clad in his shirt,
rubbing sleep from your eyes. The sight of you swimming in his clothes made his
heart palpitate a bit faster and he knew he’d never wash the shirt again,
assuming he can even get it back.

Sugawara – While at a practice game, someone managed to
spill water all down the front of your shirt. Suga, of course, was quick to
come up with a solution; you could just wear his button down and he’d stay in
his jersey for the drive home. Sure, he’d be a bit uncomfortable in sweaty
clothes but it was better than having you so upset. He was, however, decidedly
more distracted than he thought possible since the buttons were just a bit
strained in their efforts to stay together. He made a note to have you wear his
shirt again, but next time where he could promptly rip it off.

Otsubo – Following their loss to Rakuzan, Otsubo was a bit downtrodden.
Having to stay strong and motivate the first and second years to keep striving
higher had exhausted him. But, the sight of you sauntering into his bedroom
wearing his now former jersey has him perking up pretty quickly. “Seems this thing
still has its uses,” he murmurs against your lips, hands trailing under the material
that he decides solely belongs to you whenever you come to stay at his place.