o is pouting and tears are just quietly streaming down their face?? thank you so much i love your blog so much and you can choose to make it nsfw or sfw (your choice ^______^)

sakurashortstack:

Not gonna lie guys, I am so unhelpful when people cry. Like do I touch their back? Pat their head? Seek brutal revenge in their honor? WHAT DO I DO!?!? Thanks for the awesome ask Anon!

Akashi:

He stood utterly bewildered, blinking in confusion as the
tears streamed down your face in angry streams. It wasn’t his intention to make
you cry when he brought up your struggling math grade…but he bit his cheek in
frustration when he realized it may have come off condescending with the tone
he used.

“_____…” His hand was slow and he tentatively reached out,
hoping you wouldn’t shrug away his touch, but he was pleased that you curled
into his hug instead. “I’m sorry, I did not mean to sound insulting. I merely
know that you are capable of more and wish to see you succeed.” His voice was
quiet and his hold on you was gentle, as though he feared you would pull away
at any moment.

“I suck at math Sei-kun…I’ll never pass…” Your voice was
muffled by his chest and his hand smoothed down your back in comfort, drawing
lazily circles as your breathing evened out.

“Yes, you will. You have me remember? We will get through
this together. Come, let’s get lunch before we study.” He waited for your agreeing
nod before leading you away, making a mental note to work on his tone of voice.
He never wanted to see you cry like that again.

Aomine:

Of all the things to see you cry over, he didn’t expect it
to be over something he said to another person. He had just beaten Seirin in
the Interhigh, with an impressive 112-55 score. Why would you care what he said
to Bakagami and Tetsu? But seeing the tears run down your cheeks and your fists
clenched tightly unnerved him. He swallowed the uncomfortable lump building in
his throat, trying to take in a deep breath despite the air becoming thicker in
his anxiety.

“Babe?” He couldn’t even voice his question as he tried desperately
to shake off your unwavering eye contact.

“Winning isn’t enough? You intentionally have to be a jerk
to the other team? Seriously Daiki?” His hand rubbed the back of his head in
shame as his gaze still lingered on the wooden floors, eyes narrowing as he
swallowed down a hasty comeback that would dig him deeper in the hole he made
for himself.

“I…I promise I’ll lay off. Okay?” His voice is quieter than
usual and his cheeks tinge with red as you watch him glance up at you
nervously. You nod with a small sigh, grabbing his hand to leave the gym. You
never wanted him to ‘change’ but you did want him to work through his emotions
surrounding the game he loved so much. The boy had some soul searching to do.

Kise:

“____cchi!? What happened!?” His panic was evident in his
high-pitched screech, he bombarded you with questions wondering who on Earth
could make you cry. In the whole time you had been dating, you always wore a
cheerful smile, so seeing the downturned frown sent a wave of fear through the
golden-haired boy.

“Your stupid fangirls is what! They completely trashed my
locked and the pictures you gave me from our vacation were ruined!” You were
almost shaking with anger, you knew his fangirls were obsessive but this was
getting ridiculous. Seeing your favorite photo of the two of you kissing,
completely shredded on the ground, was your breaking point. His eyes darkened a
bit and you felt firm arms pull you into an inescapable hug.

“This will not happen again. I can promise you that ____.”
Your eyes widened as you realized he dropped your usual honorific and a part of
you honestly felt bad for the girl who did it…because that meant Kise was livid. “____,
let’s go get some coffee, hm?” You could see the tightly concealed fury that
danced in his golden irises, and gave him a small smile, hoping he wouldn’t
scare the fangirls too much. Though you felt comfort in knowing he wouldn’t
tolerate ill behavior towards you.

Midorima:

He wondered briefly how, on his worst Oha Asa prediction yet,
you had managed to get him out of the house. Cancer’s were said to have
terrible luck all day and in fear, he cancelled your anniversary date. But
seeing the tears that streaked down your face on video chat, made his skin
crawl. His chest tightened and taped fingers clutched pathetically to his daily
item.

“F-fine. For you I
will go out. But I need at least two of my good-luck item, nanodayo.” He
grunted while pushing his glasses up in a subconsciously anxious move. Seeing
the small smile, you gave over video chat eased the pain in his chest.

So here you were now, in your favorite restaurant, despite
the boy’s paranoia. He had multiple stuffed animals around him as they were his
lucky item of the day. You couldn’t help but give him a kiss on the cheek, as
you know how hard it was for him to come out. He really did put you above all,
even chancing a fight with fate.

Murasakibara:

You actually didn’t mean to start crying, it was an
involuntary action. You had gone to give Okamura a bottle of water as requested
by the coach, but he didn’t see you because of your height difference. As he
turned he accidently bumped you, causing you to fall and bump your arm
painfully on the side bench. As the first tear fell, you could sense your
boyfriend coming up behind you.

“Oi, ____-chin you okay?” Murasakibara leaned down to pick
you up, but as your head turned and he saw the tear, he froze. His gut twisted
sharply and his eyes narrowed in on a flustered Okamura, who continuously apologized.
“____…you’re crying.” His normal childish tone was gone and his narrowed in
challenge to Okamura who Himuro was desperately trying to usher away from the
purple titan.

“Atsu-kun, it was an accident I’m fine I swear!” You stood
up and tried your hardest to fight back the hiss that worked its way passed
your lips, but ultimately failed. Your eyes widened before you looked to
Okamura in panic, “Senpai, RUN!” Was the only advice you could give before you
all watched the purple titan comically chase around a screaming Okamura.
Perhaps Mura being lazy was best for everyone’s health…

These are so awesome! I have to say the author’s note made me laugh out loud, especially the “Seek brutal revenge in their honor?” part.

Yes please! Pink Shin-chan and Pink Kazu-chan, with a female s/o. Thank you!

nsfwhaikyuu-knb:

I’m sorry, I got lazy so I just did Midorima! You’re free to request Takao separately if you’d like~

Your nose scrunched up at the sight of the tall male, “What are you doing in here?”

It wasn’t that you hated him; he was your soulmate. But you were an artist, being around him was dangerous enough— once a person is near their soulmate, they lose the sight of colors. Unless you kiss them they’ll come back once they’re out of your sight though.

“My lucky item is paint today, I had none at home and they ran out in the store,” he made up an excuse, looking at your painting with scrunched eyes as he tried to guess what colors graced the canvas. It took him a moment to notice that you were already holding out a tube of acrylic paint for him.

He accepted it with a sigh, placing it by his side as he took the seat next to you, “How long do you plan on avoiding me?”

He noticed the tension rising in the room as you placed down your brush, swirling it inside its cup, “Forever? I can’t afford losing the ability to see colors, I’m an artist! I don’t even know you well enough to tell whether or not I’d even consider throwing away the only thing that makes me good at what I am.”

“Unless we kiss, you won’t lose your ability to see colors,” he commented, shifting slightly before he adjusted his glasses by pushing them up the bridge of his nose, “I won’t force you into anything. We’ve known about this since high school and we’re adults now. All I’m asking for is a chance.”

Your hand went out for your neck as you began massaging it, “Why, do you like me that much that you’re willing to come to my store and beg for me?”

The green haired male’s cheeks turned a scarlet shade as he denied it straight away, “I merely needed my lucky item. The fact that I had a bone to pick with you because my mother forced me to do it is simply a nuisance along the way.”

You scoffed, crossing your arms in front of your chest, “Your mom made you? And I’m supposed to believe that? Honestly, you don’t seem worth my colors.”

With his brows raised in shock and his mouth slightly agape, the male remained speechless.

“I’ll show you just how worthy I am if you give me a chance, (Last name)-san,” his voice dropped for an octave as he leaned in, grasping your chin gently. Thank the heavens that neither of you could see colors at that point because you had both turned into tomatoes.

“Alright, one chance,” you muttered, moving his hand away as you hoped that he couldn’t hear your raging heartbeat. You passed him your visit card, scooting him out of the store, “Don’t blow it. Now please leave, I really have to finish that painting.”

As dumbfolded as he was, the male just shook his head, glancing at the card that you gave him. He has liked you since high school; he attended every exhibition you ever had, he had seen you smiling and he had seen you crying. You were best friends before you hit the delicate age of 18. That’s when you started avoiding him to the best of your ability; that’s when you started losing the sight of colors whenever you’d see him.

“You’re making this difficult for me, Shin-chan,” he remembered you crying, “I care about you, but art is my passion. I’m not ready to throw it away this early on, I don’t want to live wondering what could have happened had I pursued my dream.”

“I understand; I’ll wait for you. I’ll never force you into anything you don’t want me to.”

Since he was 18 he made sure to remain close to you, he wanted you to remember what you once felt for him. He wanted you to remember it because he never forgot- you were both 27 years old now and he wanted to know if he was truly barking up the wrong tree.

He buried his face in his palms; how could it be the wrong tree when it’s you?

The date night finally came and it was everything that he hoped for. You looked stunning, not a single trace of paint on you as your cheeks practically radiated warmth. He had no place to judge, he was probably even worse.

The conversations started off as random bickering, sarcastic comments and eye rolls but they ended with fond memories of your high school days. You made it a goal for yourself that night to embarrass him as much as possible about the attitude he had back then.

He remembered laughing. He remembered laughing a lot.

The male woke up next morning, his lips curling upwards at the sight of your message.
“You didn’t blow it.”

Ever since, you made sure to make time to meet up with him as often as possible. He started bringing you your lucky items just like he did when you were young. You’d protest and roll your eyes at him, but it didn’t stop the man.

Two years had passed and you became incredibly close with Midorima. However, that didn’t change the fact that you still avoided his advances like the black plague. You noticed how his eyes would glance away remorsefully whenever you’d flinch away. It made sense, you were being cruel.

At that point you were aware that he wasn’t bothered by the fact that you wouldn’t kiss him- it bothered him that your work was still more important to you than he was. He never mentioned it, he’d switch the topic and move on, but you knew.

Art was your first true love, it hurt you that you had to let it go.

You made a decision. One more exhibition. One more and you were done.

You wanted to keep it a surprise for him; you wanted to call him up to the stage and kiss him in front of the cameras at the opening. True, he’d probably kill you for putting him in such an embarrassing spot but you wanted the world to know that you were one and the same.

So you can imagine the fear washing you over upon having to drag his seemingly unconscious body to the shore as the moon acted as your only guide. The stupid giant was too proud to admit that he doesn’t know how to swim! He tried to go in as deep as possible while you were afar and it almost cost him his life!

“Shintarou, wake up!” you tried pressing onto his chest in hopes of getting him to open his eyes, “Don’t scare me like this, wake-up!”

You could feel tears streaming down your face as you felt your hands shaking.

You pressed your lips upon his, doing your best to perform mouth-to-mouth as adequately as possible.

You were scared, shaken and alone.

Wake up, wake up, wake up! Please, Shintarou! I’m begging you!

Finally, he opened his eyes and you heard the long-awaited coughing fit as you let out a sigh of relief.

You pulled him upwards, patting his back in order to help him get it all out, “You scared me! I almost lost you—I kept pressing your chest and you weren’t responding and then when I tried mouth to mouth you were still out cold! Do you—do you have any idea how scared I was?! Next time you don’t know something, tell me, we’re in this together, you prideful jerk!”

Midorima kept one of his arms wrapped around you, his eyes widened in shock.

“Mouth-to-mouth? You- (Name), you lost your—“ his voice was filled with sorrow and you knew he was going to start apologizing. Before he even had a chance to utter anything remotely similar to an apology, you slapped him before pulling him into a bone crushing hug, your form still shaking.

“I don’t care, stupid! The very fact that I could have lost you, even in theory, is much worse! Don’t you dare do this to me ever again!” you cried out, feeling his warm arms wrapping around you with a firm grasp as you finally felt safe.

The sea was gently crashing against the shore, your heartbeats were synced into one and you found yourself being able to calm down.

“I refuse to accept that out first kiss took place was while I was out cold; let me show you what a true kiss is,” the male growled before gently laying you down on the sand, his hands supporting him by your sides as he hovered above you.

“The ocean will get jealous of how wet I’ll get you.”

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hit me up if you’d like a nsfw continuation 😉

I genuinely hope that this is alright because I’m not into the simple aus where they just have the same tattoo and they immediately fall in love once they figure that out. Feedback is appreciated, thanks for requesting~

Amazing!!!! Can I request you so NSFW continuation lol?

Kasamatsu accidentally throwing a basketball at Yachi’s head and getting all flustered when he sees how cute she is? ((Possibly with Kise teasing him at the side ohoho)) I think those two would be so cute together ahh

They would be too cute! Thanks for the request, I hope you like it!

The street-ball tournament is getting more intense, each team
getting more riled up to win. What would one expect with a park full of
testosterone? Faking back, Kasamatsu assesses his options, turning around
quickly to pass the ball only to have it smacked out of his hands. Rushing
forward, he slaps the ball back but it goes too far to the right and instead of
heading back to his teammate’s hands it’s on a crash course with some girl’s head!

“Look out!” the captain yells, the blonde dodging just in
time with a startled scream escaping her lips.

As the ball is being retrieved, Kasamatsu makes his way to
the her, eyebrows furrowed in concern. “Are you ok? Sorry about-“his voice
fails when he sees how cute she is. Dressed in a short-pleated skirt and
collared shirt, her shiny hair pulled to one side in a ponytail he can’t stop
staring at her, mouth open slightly, his eyes wide.

Yachi’s own wide eyes look back at the intense captain, her
knees clattering together.

“Hai…I…I’m fine,” she stammers finally breaking Kasamatsu
out of his haze, “I should have…been paying attention.”

He frowns making her jump, but before he can correct her Kise
pipes in, “Geez, Kasamatsu-senpai, if you wanted to meet a girl you didn’t have
to frighten her into talking to you!”

“Shut up, Kise!” he shouts, whirling around to kick his ace
in the behind, his cheeks blazing red.

Okay. I’m going to do it. Let’s have Tendo being the new boyfriend of the reader, and while they’re on a date, they meet by accident with Ryota, her ex boyfriend. Like, Tendo goes for 5 mins, and when he returns he’s already talking with his gf and Tendo knows perfectly who he is. Give me some jealous Tendo pleeeease hahaha

So this came out a bit more…angsty and while there is
jealousy it blends more to insecurity which I guess is something that breeds
jealousy. Either way, I hope you like it and thanks for adhering to my call
out! 😊

“Thanks for coming with me Satori-kun! It’s always so much
more fun having someone to go to games with,” you say taking his hand and
squeezing. The red head returns your smile though his is a bit more strained.
He knows you’re a friendly person, good with people and generally the complete
opposite of himself, but he wonders not for the first time why on earth you’re
coming to your ex-boyfriend’s
basketball game? As far as dates go, this one must be on the bottom of his list
of favorites. Scratch that, it’s not even going on the list! He knows he
shouldn’t care, that he can trust you, but when he’d heard where you were going
and who you were going to see, he couldn’t stop himself from saying he would
take you.

The gym is full, basketball fans as far as the eye can see,
pumped and ready for the Winter Cup to begin. Tendo has never had any interest
in the game. A bunch of tall, sweaty guys running back and forth lazily
shooting a ball into a basket? Boring!

“Just you wait and see,” you’d commented when he’d said as
much to you in the train on your way to the arena, “These teams are anything
but boring.”

As you take your seats, rather close to the court he notices
and figures someone must have
arranged for you to have such a good vantage point on, of course, Kaijo High’s
side, Tendo realizes he forgot to take you to the snack stand. Looking at the
time, he figures he can make it there and back before tipoff. Not that he
really cares but he is trying to for your sake; it’s not your fault he’s
bitter, that’s his own issue to deal with.

“I’ll be right back,” he says standing, “gonna go get us
some snacks. Gotta make this trip worthwhile somehow and greasy, sugary arena
food is the way to do it.” He smirks down at you, ruffling your hair and kissing
your pout before leaving.

It takes him a bit longer than he anticipated and he misses
seeing the teams’ entrances catching them on the TV screens scattered
throughout the hallways. What he doesn’t
miss is the roar of the crowd, particularly the squealing screams of the girls
as Kise Ryota, the literal golden boy of Kaijo’s team, makes his way onto the
court. Nearing the front of the line, he’s assessing the menu choices when a
question of, “I wonder who that girl is that Kise is so interested in?” catches
his attention.

Looking back at the screens, his pulse pounds in his ears as
he watches the blonde lean into your space, his face exceptionally to close to
yours and your smile a bit too bright for his liking. Gritting his teeth and
forgetting all about his reason for being where he is, he rushes out of line.

Coming down the stairs, he can see Kise still talking to
you, mouth opening in a laugh, his eyes squinting in mirth at whatever you
said. Tendo clenches his fists unable to stop another type of monster of the green-eyed
variety from emerging. Just who does this guy think he is, touching you like
that! Wait, touching?!

Sure enough, Kise’s hand is on your shoulder, his thumb
tracing back and forth and Tendo can feel his eyes narrowing, a deep inhale of
irritation filling his lungs. Doesn’t he know you have a boyfriend?!

The sudden realization of the possibility that you’ve said
nothing about him quakes Tendo to his soul. Mind racing to worst case scenarios
he feels faint, sitting down heavily on the ground and leaning against the
wall. Maybe he’s just a fool. Maybe you don’t really like him that much and
he’s just a rebound to get over Kise. Who was it that broke the relationship
off again? In his flustered brain, he can’t remember at the moment. You? Him?
Mutual breakup? Does it even really matter?

And what is he,
the “guess monster” compared to golden boy? Tendo doesn’t even play the sport
that made him infamous anymore and here you are, placed right back in front of
someone with fierce ambition and natural talent. A good-looking guy (hey, he
can admit it), taller than him (by only an inch but still) and so freaking sure
of himself. Not to mention his career as a model (really, what do you see in Tendo?), he’s probably filthy rich too.

The sound of the buzzer snaps him out of his haze, prompting
him to stand back up; the game has started. He looks back to your location,
eyes becoming sad when he realizes you’re completely absorbed in the game, not
even turning around to look for him; do you even notice he’s still gone?

Heaving a sigh, Tendo makes his way back down to your seats.
When he sits down, you flash a quick glance at him. “There you are! Did you get
lost or something?” you say teasingly elbowing his side.

Normally, he’d just grin or quip something back at you but
now he can’t help thinking you that you think he’s stupid. But you’re already
looking back at the court, not even noticing his face falling at your light-hearted
jab.

“Go Kise-kun, whoohoo!” you shout, fist up in the air. The
blonde smiles at you, sending a wink your direction and making the girls behind
you swoon. Again, Tendo can’t stop himself comparing you with him and you with
Kise; did you cheer this loudly for him as his
games?

“Aren’t they amazing?” you ask looking up at his face and
finally you see, something’s not right. “Satori-kun? Are you feeling ok? You
look a bit…green.”

Closing his eyes, Tendo takes in a deep breath. He can’t do
it. He can’t sit here and watch and hear you have such a good time cheering
for, encouraging and fawning over your ex-boyfriend; he just…can’t…do it.

Standing up again, he says briskly, “I’m gonna go, I was
right, this is boring me to tears.” His eyes are a little watery and you stand
up as well, grasping his wrist.

“Hey, wait a second, why- “

He wrenches his hand away, startling you as he snaps, “Just
let me go, huh? Have fun watching your golden boy!”

Completely caught off guard by his anger, you hastily
follow, apologizing to people as you trip over their legs in your haste to
catch up with your clearly upset boyfriend.

“Satori-kun, wait!” you call, rushing up and standing in
front of him, hands pushing against his chest to get him to stop moving. “What
on earth is the matter?!?”

You’re unprepared for the vitriolic tone of his voice when
he answers, “You! You’re what’s the matter! This whole, “date”, is what’s the
matter! How can you not know?!”

“Wait? You’re jealous of Kise-kun?” you ask bewildered. “Why
on earth would you be?”

“Oh, don’t give me that! The flirting, the cheering, how can
you stand there and pretend it doesn’t mean anything?!” he shouts.

“Because it doesn’t!” you yell right back. “Flirting? If
you’d take two second to really look you’d see that he was flirting with me
because that is what Kise-kun is! A flirt! That’s part of why I broke up with
him!”

Tendo blinks, dropping his arms and you take the opening,
stepping into his space and placing your hands on his cheeks, looking deep in
his eyes. “That’s one of the things I love most about you, Satori-kun,” you say more softly, “you treat me like I’m the
most important person on earth. Kise…Kise just didn’t know how to turn off. He was always making a scene
wherever we went because of fan girls, never thinking about how his behavior
was affecting me.”

Tendo feels his heart burning, ashamed he’d accused you of
what he did when you were the one who’d been treated unfairly by the blonde.
“Then…then why are you still friends with him?” he asks, finally reaching for
you, hands rested on your waist.

You sigh. “Because we’ve been friends since middle school.
We have a lot of history and even though he hurt me by his behavior I knew he
wasn’t being malicious, he’s just a dumb blonde sometimes.” Tendo snorts and
you grin up at him before going on, “But we had a pretty good friendship and I
guess I wasn’t willing to just throw that away because we’d made the poor
decision to date.”

Drawing you into his arms, Tendo rests his chin against your
head. Very softly you hear him say, “I’m sorry, _____-chan, I just…gosh it hurt
to watch that.”

He feels you nod against his chest. Pulling back, you angle
your head up, getting on tiptoes to kiss him gently. “I’m sorry I hurt you,”
you say.

He shakes his head. “Not your fault, it’s all my own stuff.”
Taking a deep breath, he says, “So, want me to finally get you those snacks and
we can go finish the game?”

You shake your head with a soft smile. “No, they’ll be playing again another
time, let’s just go.” Taking his hand in yours, the two of you make your way out of the arena.

Can I send one more? ._. How about Daichi, Kiyoshi, Ushijima, Otsubo, Lev, and Tendou reacting to their s/o asking them to watch their very young sibling (maybe 2ish) while they (the s/o) runs to the store? (They basically are like, “it’ll only take 30min tops!”

“Can you watch them while I run to the store? I’ll only be
gone 30 minutes, tops!” Your boyfriend isn’t given time to protest as you hurry
out the door.

Daichi: Used to looking after those younger and more
immature than himself, Daichi takes this announcement in stride. When the rambunctious
two-year-old gets too out of control, Daichi uses his “captain’s voice” to get
them to pay attention. You return to find them snuggled on the couch watching
cartoons peacefully and decide then and there you’re going to marry that boy;
he’ll be a great father someday.

Kiyoshi: This soft love muffin will be overwhelmed, or rather
overrun, rather quickly. Not in that he thinks he can’t handle the task, but
simply for the fact that he’ll bend to their will over everything since he’s so
tenderhearted. He ends up having to call Hyuga for help who berates him for not
having a firmer hand.

Ushijima: One you’re out the door, your sibling is already
crying but Ushijima is never one to get flustered. “Do you want something to
eat?” Still crying. “Do you want to watch something?” Still crying. “Maybe a
nap is what you need.” Even more crying. Eventually the kid is given a snack
which they eat sniffling as they watch their favorite cartoon before snuggling
up in Ushijima’s arms and falling asleep. He looks down at the slumbering
toddler wondering why people always say babysitting is so hard.

Otsubo: Another male ready to handle any challenge, he sets
his sight on making the most of this opportunity. “Do you want to learn how to
shoot?” he asks. He’ll take the kid to their room, undoubtedly equipped with
some sort of childish basketball hoop and ball, spending the time showing them
proper form even though they’re so small. You’ll return to find a beaming
sibling, proudly showing how they can shoot a three pointer and “dunk” when
Ostubo picks them up so they can slam the ball through the hoop. Talk about
swoon worthy!

Lev: This overgrown child panics, stammering out that he
doesn’t really think he’s fit for this and you really should just let him go to
the store and…you’re gone. Sighing, he eyes the sibling warily and they, like a
dog who can sense fear, take full advantage of his inexperience. Lev is the younger sibling and so has no idea
about how to do this. It doesn’t take long for them to blackmail him into
giving them extra candy, the resulting sugar rush only adding fuel to this
rapidly out of control situation. As he chases the hyper active child and tries
to get them down from the bookshelf he can’t help wondering if this is pay back
for the hard time he gave his sister when they were growing up.

Tendo: Both he and your sibling are protesting your exit. He
because he doesn’t know the first thing about taking care of a kid and your
sibling because they don’t want to be left alone with the monster. Ignoring both
their pleas, you head out calling over your shoulder that they’ll be fine. When
silence descends after your exit the two of them look at each other. “Agreement
to not cause each other trouble?” asks your boyfriend. They look at him in
confusion. Sighing, he places them on the couch, turns on the TV and says, “Just
sit quietly until she gets back.” Surprisingly, they listen and Tendo thinks
maybe this kid thing isn’t as bad as he thought.

Hello ;) i’m new here but love your work already!! 💋💋 could I please request Aomine and his wife nsfw scenario when they’re finally have alone time because he’s so busy as a police officer and she’s busy to take care of their first son… Maybe to conceipt their second child? Thanks

Welcome and thank you for the lovely compliment! Sorry this took so long to get done but I hope you like it!

“Bye, Hisoka! Be good for uncle Kagami!” you yell as the
tall red headed fire fighter carries your three-year-old to his car. The door
slams out of your hand making you squeak before rough hands trail under your
shirt and cup your breasts.

“I thought they’d never leave,” Daiki whispers in your ear,
tugging the lobe between his teeth making you hiss.

“Geez Daiki, couldn’t you have waited until they’d at least
pulled away?” you gasp, mouth falling open to moan when your husband pinches
your nipples drawing them to peaks. “And really, you couldn’t even manage to
take your time a bit?”

“Fuck no, and now I’m gonna fuck you, it’s been too damn
long,” he says, hands rapidly removing your underwear and flipping your skirt
over your ass. Knocking his knee between yours he orders, smug expression
implied, “Now, spread’em.”

“Yes, Office Aomine,” you coo. His groan mixes with the
clatter of his belt buckle. You hear his pants hit the ground as he pulls your
arms above your head, grasping both wrists easily in one large hand.

“That’s a good, bad girl,” he breathes on your neck, nipping
the flesh then soothing with his tongue. “I’m gonna give it to you so hard you won’t
be able to walk for a week.” He punctuates his threat with a well-timed shove,
his cock sliding into you surprisingly easily; apparently your body is
responding even better than you thought. “Fuck, so wet baby, and still so
tight, even after pushing that brat out.”

“Shhhh, no talking about him like that, in fact, no talking
at all, just fuck me Daiki,” you pant.

“Hey,” he says wrapping his hand in your hair and pulling,
drawing your head away from its resting spot against the door, “I’m the one in charge here, and don’t
you forget it!” He pounds harder, hips slamming into your ass at a bruising
pace.

“Fu…fuck,” you gasp, as he releases your wrists in favor of
holding your hips, drawing back and taking you with him until you’re almost at
a ninety-degree angle. Over and over he hits deep inside you, touching that one spot that will have you seeing stars
in no time.

You can hear he’s close as well, if his grunts and gasps are
anything to go by. “Oh Daiki, yes!” you encourage, knowing praise is a faster
way to bring about conclusion; your back is starting to protest this position.

“Y/N, shit you feel so good, I’m so close, fuck,” he says.

You whine in encouragement, hand trailing between your
thighs to tease your clit so you can come with him. He forgives the insubordinate
action when you clench hard around his dick, bringing about his own nirvana. When
your body relaxes you crumble to the ground on your knees, head resting back
against the door while Daiki is behind you panting wildly.

A few seconds later, your strong-armed husband picks you up,
leaving his pants in the living room and carrying you to your shared bed.

Your eyes are closed, a happy hum in your throat as he
divests you of the rest of your clothing. He massages your arms, helping the
blood to get moving to your numbing limbs. So lost in your fucked out fog you
don’t notice him placing your hands above you head until the sharp *click* of
hand cuffs make your eyelids fly open.

When they do, you see Daiki, smug grin back on his face and nothing
else, as he looms over you kissing your forehead. Looking in your eyes he says,
“Now I’m gonna take my time.” He
kisses you more deeply, hands trailing over your breasts and you arch into his
touch.

Kissing his way to your neck he whispers, “Let’s make another brat.”

Okay! For the crossover, could I get a reader insert where the megane boys (Midorima and Tsukki) have a crush on the same girl?

Thanks for the request, I actually had quite a bit of fun with this one and can only hope I captured their personalities well enough.

Stepping up to the counter, Midorima is just about to open
his mouth when you say, “Tall latte, triple shot, dark with no foam and extra
sugar.” He blinks at your cheeky expression, suppressing a grin when you
whisper, “I won’t tell anyone you like it so sweet,” then wink. The wink is
enough to get his cheeks heating up but he quickly recovers, thanking you and
paying.

“Strawberry short cake shake,” the next customer orders simply.

Midorima spares a sideways glance at the male, eyes
narrowing slightly. This kid is always here at the same time as him. He notices
that he drops a rather sizable tip into your jar, waving away your protests
and saying, “Like I don’t know you need it.” Appalled at his candor, Midorima looks
at you but you’re chuckling, playfully whipping the towel from over your
shoulder at the teasing male.

Tsukishima moves on, taking a seat at his usual table near
the window, opening his homework and getting down to business. Midorima,
meanwhile, sits at his normal location ensconced in a wingback chair set in the
corner facing out towards the room, a book in one hand and his perfectly
prepared latte in the other. His eyes follow over the edge of his book as you
walk out the blonde’s order, smiling down at him and placing a piece of chocolate
cake on the table.

He’s close enough to hear you explain, “You gave too much
tip, this is my way of saying thank you.”

Gritting his teeth, Midorima tries to focus on his book,
startled slightly when you suddenly appear before him. Since when were people
able to sneak up on him?

“Excuse me? Sorry to bother you, but I made just a little
too much of another latte and wondered if you’d like a top up?” He looks to the
coffee carafe in your hand. At his nod, you lean forward, pouring the contents of
the pot into his cup. Standing back up, you offer a bright smile and nod of
your own before going back behind the counter.

The following week, Midorima surprises you by offering your
lucky item for the day. He covers his embarrassment with a slightly terse, “It’s
simple really, I mean, it’s a coffee cup after all.” But never the less, you
beam at the fact that he brought you a unique one, covered in cats (your
favorite animal).

As he leaves the line he hears, “Tch, you know she doesn’t
believe in that nonsense, right?”

Green eyes meet gold, narrowing as the basketball player
says, “How do you know? Have you asked her?”

The volleyball player rolls his eyes. “No, but you only
have to speak to her for a few minutes to realize she’s far too intelligent to go
in for such ridiculousness.”

Midorima clenches his fist, saying lowly, “Intelligence and
faith can co-exist, only someone truly ignorant would not be able to see that.”

Tsukishima scoffs but says nothing in return, electing instead
to spin on his heel and head to his normal seat.

After a few more weeks of both males obviously garnering for
your attention, they tire of each other, each believing the other to be
simultaneously annoying you and hindering the other’s progress. It comes to a head one afternoon as Midorima smacks his hand on Tsukishima’s table
before taking a seat across from him.

Cocking one eyebrow, the blonde asks, “What do you want?”

“Your incessant unwanted pursuit of ______-san needs to
cease,” Midorima says testily, “It’s blatantly obvious you’re not her type, so
why don’t you find another café whose doorstep you can darken?”

“Heh, like you’re one to talk, I don’t see her exactly
fawning over you, you overgrown weed,”
Tsukki snarks back.

“Are you kidding? She always knows my drink, always makes it
perfectly and typically brings
refills, only claiming they are because she “accidentally” made extra because she’s
shy since there’s no way she is frequently that
careless.”

“As if that matters. She remembers every regular’s
order, so yours is nothing special. Also, I don’t see her taking her lunch
breaks with you,” replies Tsukishima
smugly.

“She only does that because you help her with her homework,”
Midorima fires right back, “Don’t think I can’t hear your conversation, it’s
not that far from my seat to yours.”

“I’m not leaving,” Tsukki says crossing his arms and fixing
his opponent with a firm glare. The two males stare one another down, each unwilling
to back down.

Finally, Midorima says, “This is getting us nowhere, let’s
settle this here and now.” Looking up he catches your eye, indicating he’d like
to speak with you. Holding up one finger, you nod. Turning back to his unwanted
company, the green-haired male smirks. “Now we’ll see,” he says as you make
your way towards them. This is not how he’d wanted this to go but he’s tired of
this waif impeding the peace of his favorite café.

“Funny, I didn’t think you two were friends,” you remark reaching
their table.

“We aren’t,” Tsukki confirms, cheeks tinting pink because he
knows what’s coming.

“Ok,” you say drawing out the letters then look back at Midorima.
“Is there something I can help you with?”

“Yes,” he says looking up at your face. “We’re in a bit of
debate and hope you can clear something up for us.”

“I’m intrigued, how can my infinite wisdom assist you
gentlemen?” you ask smiling.

“We were wondering who-“ Midorima begins but is cut off by
the sound of you squealing in delight, attention out the window. Turning
around, his teeth clench at the sight of Imayoshi Shoichi, one hand shoved
casually in his pocket and the other out with his finger crooking in a come-hither
motion to you.

“Sorry guys, one minute,” you say hurriedly running out the
door. Both males watch as you fling your arms around the third-year point
guard, lips planting on his in a swift kiss of greeting. As he hugs you,
Imayoshi sends a wide smirk to the occupants inside, clearly understanding the situation
he came upon.

Both males eyes widen when you grab who is clearly your
boyfriend by the hand and pull him in with you.

“Sorry,” you say a bit breathless, “I just got so excited.
Shoichi-kun, this is Tsukishima-san, middle blocker of Karasuno’s volleyball
team and this-“

“Oh, I know who he is sweetie,” Imayoshi comments, his arm
snaking around your waist, eyes hidden behind the glare of his glasses.

Unaware of the tension among the three males you turn your
attention back to the seated basketball and volleyball players. “I’m sorry, what
did you want to ask me, Midorima -san?”

“It is of no importance,” he says brusquely, standing up and
walking to his seat. Gathering his book bag and lucky item (for all the good it
did him today) he strides out of the café, unsure he can come back given your
taste in men.

“Is everything ok?” you ask worriedly as Tsukki also makes
his way to leave.

“Yeah, sure, see you in class,” he says then quickly makes
his own exit.

“I hope I didn’t offend them, I was just so excited to see
you Shoichi-kun,” you say softly, eyes full of worry.

“Don’t sweat it sweetie,” he says kissing your temple, “they’re
just poor losers.”

“What did they lose?” you ask confused and he just smirks,
finding it so funny that for being so intelligent, you can be so oblivious
sometimes.

Dearest, let me hug you!! Thanks for having me participate here and yay congrats for 500! Yosh I’m excited. How about Momoi and HQ guy (your choice haha) coincidentally meeting one night while he’s practicing volleyball and since then it’s become a routine that she walks home at night, stops by to watch him, and they make light convos while he practices? Maybe you could make them tease each other that their sport is better than the others, and that the other should switch sides lmao idk.

So this is pretty much not what you describe above (sorry) but it is the characters you requested lol. I had a lot harder time writing these two than I thought I would but I hope you like what I’ve come up with. Sorry if it’s terrible. Thank you for the hug and congratulations and all your wonderful support!

Walking through the Fukurodani campus on her way back from analyzing
their basketball team for an upcoming game, Momoi is startled when she hears a
loud cry of, “Akaashi!” What would Seijuro-kun be doing out here? Curiosity
leads her towards the sound of the loud voice where she comes upon another gym,
this one set up for volleyball. Inside she sees a boy with black and grey hair
jumping up and slamming a volleyball set up by a dark haired, slightly sleepy
eyed male.

“Nice one Akaashi!” the first boy yells and she realizes her
mistake. Of course, it wouldn’t be her
Akashi that was here.

She watches in silence, admiring both players skills. She
may not know much about this sport, but she can tell these two are something
special. After a while they leave and she too makes her way back home.

A week later she’s back, this time for the game she’d been
doing research for. After Too’s victory the team is making their way back
through the school when she realizes she forgot her bag. Hurrying, she enters
the gym only to find the same dark-haired boy as before picking it up.

He turns at her entrance and she walks up extending her
hand. “Thank you, I almost forgot that,” she says as he hands it to her
silently.

“Your guys are something else,” he comments and she smiles.

“Yeah, they’re pretty amazing,” she replies. Going on she
says, “Then again, you and that owl boy aren’t too bad either.”

Akaashi chuckles at Momoi’s description of Bokuto. “I
thought I sensed someone watching us. Well, if you ever really want to see us
in action, come to a game, we have one next week here,” he offers. Extending
his hand, he adds, “Akaashi Keiji, second year vice-captain and setter.”

Momoi takes it saying, “Momoi Satsuki, nice to meet you.”

“Oooooooo,” Bokuto says his eyes wide, “who is that hottie with the pink hair? She’s waving at you Akaashi!”

The setter turns, seeing Momoi sitting in the stands and as
Bokuto pointed out, she’s waving. He sends a little wave back to her before
looking back at the ace. “Focus on the game, Bokuto.”

Momoi is thoroughly impressed by Fukurodani and transfixed
by the action on the court. Overall, she’s gathered how the game works, and
finds herself analyzing the players just the same as she would for basketball.
As she’d previously suspected, Bokuto and Akaashi make quite the pairing,
frequently scoring. She chuckles slightly at a moment when the ace lets his
temper get the best of him but is not surprised with the home team emerges
victorious.

Afterwards, she waits for Akaashi, and when he exits the
lockers room he approaches her with a small smile. “You came,” he says simply.

“Yeah and it was great! I mean, not as great as basketball,
but still, it was a lot more exciting than I thought it would be.”

“Not as great as basketball? Is there anything great about basketball?”

“Hey, weren’t you the one who said our guys are something
else?” she says smiling slyly.

It falls to a pout when he says, “I never said that was a
good thing.” But his eyes have a dash of humor in them.

“You know, you should really tell that owl boy to watch his
eyes, it was obvious he was going to cross and that forced a rather poorly
powered straight,” she comments making Akaashi’s eyes go a bit wider.

“For someone who just started watching the game, you sure
seem adept,” he replies narrowing them again. Suddenly he’s glad she’s not into
volleyball the same way she is with basketball.

Shrugging, Momoi smiles demurely. “Boys are just so simple,”
she says, turning to leave. He clears his throat giving her pause and she turns
back around.

“Well, if you want to be surprised, you should check out
Karasuno. They’re…untraditional,” he says, eyes darting away for a moment. “In
fact,” he adds turning to look at her again, “they’re playing tomorrow against
Nekoma in a practice game. Care to come?”

“To just a practice game? Won’t it be boring?” she asks
confused.

“Not with these teams,” he replies, face giving nothing away.

A creature of curiosity, Momoi shrugs her shoulders. “Sure,
why not?”

“Great,” he says, giving her his phone number and gaining
hers to set up where to meet. “Oh, one more thing,” he adds before they part, “what
would it take to obtain your analysis of them? We have matches coming up
against them as well.”

She grins. “You’re a bit more devious than you appear
Akaashi-kun.” She taps her chin then says, “How about dinner afterwards?”

He nods. “It’s a date, see you tomorrow.”

Okay! Since I’m having troubles deciding on the characters, I want you to choose a favorite character from one series to be your super protective older-brother-like best friend, and one character from the other series to be your mutual crush!

Thanks for participating! I felt like these two would have
an interesting dynamic!

Walking into the park, your heart starts beating faster when
you see your long-time crush Tanaka Ryuunosuke headed your way. He’s in town
for a tournament but has a break between games so asked you to come see him when
you were off work. The two of you have been flirting over texts after meeting
at a volleyball co-ed training camp and really hit it off.

Spying you ahead of him, Tanaka’s hands start sweating, his
neck getting tense. He likes you sooooo much and really wants to ask you out
but he’s been dragging his feet. Today Noya threatened that if he didn’t grow a
pair and finally confess he’d do it for him. Knowing the hyper active libero
would make good on his word, Tanaka requested an opportunity to see you.

“Hi, Tanaka-san!” you shout waving jovially. He smiles
lightly, blush coming up on his cheeks as he waves back. In little time, you’ve
meet half way both wanting to hug the other but refraining from doing so due to
your nerves and not really knowing where the other person is.

“Hey _____-chan, thanks for meeting me. It’s too bad you
couldn’t make it to the game, you would have seen my awesome spikes!” he says
adding a bit of bravado to his voice to cover his nerves.

You laugh to cover yours, sighing, “I know! I tried really hard
to get out of my shift but no one would cover for me!” You let out a little
pout and he thinks you’re the cutest girl he’s ever seen.

“No problem, we have more games tonight and tomorrow cause
we’re going all the way to the top!”

You nod enthusiastically. Then, remembering why you’re here,
you ask, “So, what did you want to talk to me about Tanaka-san?”

Tanaka’s eyes widened a bit, his throat becoming a bit dry
which he clears, repeatedly, trying to drum up the words he wants to say. Just
as he’s about to open his mouth, you notice someone behind him and yell out, “Oh!
Rinnosuke-kun!” Dodging around the bewildered volleyball player you launch
yourself into Mitobe’s arms, his large frame easily catching your smaller one.

Inside Tanaka is dying a little, ok maybe a lot, because he
was sure you were single and you’d
never mentioned a boyfriend and he couldn’t conceive of you being so cruel as
to lead him on and-

“Tanaka-san, this is one of my very best friends, Mitobe
Rinnosuke. Actually, I guess it would be more accurate to call him my big
brother!”

Big…brother…so this was
the guy. You’d mentioned your “brother” before but until now had never said his
name. He sizes up the tall male, not entirely pleased with the expression on
his face and while normally he’d be asking if he has a problem, it’s quite clear
that would be a rhetorical question.

Mitobe raises his eyebrows at your mention of Tanaka’s name
prompting you to blush furiously and hiss out, “Oh shut up!”

Tanaka is confused; did the dude even say anything? If so,
it must have been pretty low.

Another beat of silence passes but then your attention is
once again diverted when your name is called by a group of girls over by a
shop. Squealing out a hello, you whip your head to the boys, “Sorry guys, I
need to go chat with them for just a minute. But that will give you time to
become acquainted! Be right back!” Before either of them can protest you’re
running off to your friends.

Turning back to look at Mitobe, Tanaka crosses his arms. “So,
you’re _____-chan’s “brother”. She talks about you a lot, seems you two are
pretty close.”

Mitobe nods, his face remaining neutral, eyes focused on
Tanaka. Despite his cocky attitude, Tanaka does, deep down, care about what people
think of him. And it’s pretty clear that this guy means a lot to you, which
means he should probably put in some more effort to get to know him. After all,
if he wants to date you, doesn’t “family” usually come along in the mix?

“Um, _____-chan tells me you play basketball. Uh, that’s…cool…I
guess,” Tanaka says. Again, Mitobe just nods. Tanaka can feel himself getting
irritated with the guy. Is this some kind of a game? Pushing his buttons so he
can get him to explode or make a fool of himself in front of you? How is he supposed
to get to know the guy if he won’t talk?

“Oi,” he says a bit gruffer, “aren’t you gonna say anything?”

Mitobe shrugs, turning his head momentarily to look at you
then back at Tanaka. He repeats the motion, one eyebrow inclining slightly.

Sighing, Tanaka somehow
gets what he’s “saying”. “So, you figured out that I like her, huh?”

Mitobe nods, eyes narrowing a bit.

“And she’s really important to you, obviously,” Tanaka adds.

Another nod, arms crossing in front of his chest.

Scratching the back of his head, a sudden thought occurs to
Tanaka. “Well, seeing as you’re pretty much the only “family” _____-chan has, I
suppose this is appropriate.” He sees Mitobe’s eyes soften, a slight curve
downward of his lips as he recalls just how you’ve become an honorary member of
his family. Tanaka goes on, “Yeah, well, seeing as that’s the case, I guess….um…I,”
he sighs, closing his eyes before opening them again and blurting out, “Could I
get your permission to date her?”

Before Mitobe can react, a sudden shout from you draws both boys’
attention away from one another. You’re standing by yourself now, your friends
apparently having left, but there’s a guy messing with you, not letting you
leave.

Tanaka is there in a flash, yanking him back from you and
injecting himself between him and you. “Just what the hell do you think you’re
doing?” he shouts, fists clenched.

“Scram brat, this doesn’t concern you!” the bully says
moving to shove Tanaka out of the way. He dodges, grabbing the guy by the wrist
and twisting his arm around making him grunt in pain.

“Now,” he says gruffly, “get the hell out of here before I really
mess you up.”

He pushes him forward, making him stumble. The guy whirls
around, about to try again, when Mitobe arrives standing just behind Tanaka. At
the sight of the imposingly tall basketball player, the offender leaves,
cursing under his breath.

Tanaka turns to you. “Are you ok?” he asks. He’s barely finished
the question before you’ve flung yourself into his chest, tears streaming down
your cheeks. Awkwardly, Tanaka places his hands on your back, while yours wrap
more fully around his waist. He gulps, patting your head, unsure exactly what
to say but figuring he can help by just holding you.

His eyes shift to Mitobe who is standing very still watching
the two of you. Slowly, a soft smile pulls up his lips, his eyes flicking from Tanaka
to you then back again before he lifts his hand and shows a thumbs up.

Tanaka grins, saying lowly, “Thanks man.”

You sniff, pulling back to look up at your rescuer. “Did…did
you say something Tanaka-san?”

“What? Eh, no. Hey, I never did get a chance to talk to you,
you know?” he says smiling into your tear stained face. He pulls you along,
unwilling to ask his question in front of anybody else, brother or not.

As Mitobe watches you go, Koga arrives, standing next to
him.

“So that’s the guy?” he asks and Mitobe nods.

“Do we like him?” Mitobe nods again.

“Good, come on, the captain’s waiting,” he concludes, turning
on his heel headed back to the park court Seirin is practicing on. With one
last glance at you and your new boyfriend (he’s sure he’s right judging by how
you’re hugging him) Mitobe turns to follow his friend, glad he won’t have to
worry about you as long as Tanaka is around.

Can I have Izuki and Moriyama try to flirt with Yachi. What would her reaction be?🐤

These were fun to write. I think I matured Yachi a bit but
hey, this is fiction so enjoy it for
what it’s worth right?

Moriyama

It doesn’t take long for Moriyama to notice her. A cute
bubbly blonde with her hair in a side pony tail and blue star hair clips? How could he not notice her? She’s in the front row, talking animatedly with her
friend, hands flying around. “How
adorable,” he thinks as he stretches.

Yachi doesn’t notice him, at least not yet, too invested in
her story. But when the buzzer sounds indicating the beginning of the game, her
head whips to face the court, eyes focusing in on the action; she prefers volleyball and is curious why her friend is so adamant about coming to this
game.

Moriyama sees his chance, implementing his unorthodox shot
and earning shocked gasps and cheers from the crowd. Yachi’s eyes are wide,
completely caught off guard by his motions.

“Eh?! Don’t they usually shoot like this?” she asks her
friend hands flinging over her head in a shooting motion. Looking back to the court
she adds, “That was amazing!”

Moriyama is running by just as she says this, stopping in
his tracks and back peddling till he’s right in front of her. Pointing to her,
he says, “That shot was for you.” She blushes furiously, the shade increasing
when he adds, “If you’d like, I could show you that shot up close after the
game.” He winks and charges back down the court, Kasamatsu yelling at him to
get his head in the game.

Behind him, the shooting guard leaves a very bewildered and
flustered Yachi, her friend shrieking about how she has to bring her with her so she can finally meet Kise.

Izuki

Possessing a rather astute sense of his surroundings (he
doesn’t have the Eagle Eye for nothing) Izuki catches sight of a cute little
blonde screaming and shouting at the top of her lungs for the Karasuno
volleyball team. Izuki is at their game against Dateko, there to watch his
cousin play, though he’s been on the bench most of the time since he’s not yet
a starter. So the point guard doesn’t feel too bad allowing his attention to
wane, continuously turning to the girl in the stands. She’s wearing the same
black jacket as the other pretty girl who’s on the bench.

During the court switch after the second set, one a piece
for Karasuno and Dateko, Izuki makes his way to the opposing side’s bleachers.
He’s able to squeeze in, taking a place beside the girl who’s garnered his
notice though her attention is steadfastly focused on the court.

The next set begins and Izuki chuckles every now and again
at how enthusiastic she is when cheering for her team. He wouldn’t mind having
some of that directed to him when he’s playing to be honest. As the game nears its
end, he feels the familiar tingle of nerves; it doesn’t matter who it is,
approaching a girl is rather nerve racking.

The final spike hits the ground, signifying Karasuno’s
victory and the girl jumps up but in her excitement, slips on the
ground tumbling backwards. Izuki is quick, hands shooting out to grab her and pull her
up, the motion unfortunately (or fortunately depending on who you ask) resulting in her being pressed right against his chest.

Looking up, her eyes catch his and her face flushes crimson;
she’s the cutest thing he’s ever seen. Before she can apologize he snickers and
says, “I knew the second I saw you that you’d fall for me.”

Yachi blinks, mouth opening and closing in shock before her
eyes crinkle and she snorts. Covering her mouth, she starts giggling and Izuki
can feel the vibrations of her mirth.

Smiling widely, he lets her go but adds,” You know what this
shirt is made of?” She shakes her head, eyes giving away that she knows
something’s coming but she doesn’t know what. Leaning down, he whispers, “Boyfriend
material.” Her blush is back, giggles more nerves than mirth filled but he does
manage to get her number, before the Karasuno boys are yelling from below, “Leave
our precious manager alone!”