HAPPY BIRTHDAY NEON!!

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Hey ya’ll! Today is a very special day! It’s Admin Neon’s birthday!!!

Here’s a little something from me to her to show my appreciation as a fellow writer, admin and friend and to celebrate her special day!

If you feel so inclined, please drop a happy birthday message to her via our fan mail option!

Hope you enjoy this Neon and have a marvelous day!

– Admin Jade

“Where’d you get the cake?” Kuroko asks, struggling to pin the last streamer in place.

Kagami scoffs, pulling the decoration from the shorter male’s hand to secure it himself. “Get the cake? I made the cake, Kuroko!”

“Wow, Kagami-cchi! You made this?!” Kise exclaims as he opens the confectionery box. “It’s so well done!”

“Indeed,” Akashi murmurs, admiring the intricacy of the piped icing. “Perhaps your real calling is in food.”

Kagami blushes despite himself, still unused to any sincere praise from this bunch of former high school rivals.

“Tch, it’s just a cake,” Aomine comments rolling his eyes.

“Oh yeah? I’d like to see you make anything! Probably’d end up a disaster!” Kagami snaps.

“Children, please, there’s more to get done before she gets here.” Midorima’s tone reminds Kuroko of a long suffering parent.

Red and blue glare his way but the green haired male ignores them in favor of setting out the last minute items from the fridge.

“Muro-chin, I’m hungry, when is she getting here?” Murasakibara grumbles.

His friend pats his shoulder. “Should be any min-“

The sound of keys in the lock stalls his speech and everyone scrambles to get into position. As the door opens, the group collectively open their mouths to yell surprise but they’re the ones in shock when the former starters of Kirisaki Daichi walk in.

“What-“ Kagami exclaims.

“The fuck-“ Aomine mutters.

“Are you doing here?” Akashi ends, voice low and dangerous.

Despite the years which have passed, they’ve never forgotten nor forgiven the countless injuries inflicted by the underhanded play of the males before them.

“Heh, we’re here to celebrate Neon of course!” Hanamiya laughs.

Hara pops a bubble, smacking out around the wad of gum in his mouth, “Yeah! What, you didn’t know she’s our friend too?”

“Impossible, you probably annoy her or worse. It’s a good thing we’re here,” Midorima says adjusting his glasses.

“Shut the fuck up four eyes! Don’t talk like you know anything!” Yamazaki shouts.

“Yeah, she asked us to come over. Why do you think we have keys to her place?” drawls Seto.

“A likely story, you probably stole them,” Himuro comments.

“Get out of here before you ruin Neon-chin’s birthday and I have to crush you,” Murasakibara mumbles, cracking his knuckles.

But any further fighting, verbal or otherwise, comes to a grinding halt as Neon’s voice rings out, “Hey guys you made it!”

The multi-colored hair bunch stares – some wide eyed, some slack jawed and still others with clenched fists – as Neon happily hugs and kisses the cheeks of the men they were ready to throw out the window.

“Hey babe, brought yer favorite,” Hanamiya says, one arm wrapped securely around Neon’s waist while the other holds up a large bottle of some presumably alcoholic beverage.

“Miya! You know I can’t handle that stuff! It makes me go sideways!” Neon exclaims pushing his shoulder playfully.

He shrugs, leaning in close to her ear but saying loud enough for all to hear, “I don’t mind that position.”

Kagami looks ready to murder him.

But when Neon’s warm smile is turned on him, he feels his anger stilted. “I’m so surprised to see you all! I’d no idea you were in town!” she giggles as she makes her way to each unexpected guest giving them the same affectionate greeting.

As Kagami ushers her further into her own home, the Generation of Miracles and Kirisaki Daichi remain faced off in an attitude reminiscent of their collective days on the court.

“She’s happy, let’s keep it that way,” Akashi says, tone leaving no room for argument.

Hara shrugs. “Sure, we’ll play nice.”

“Don’t use words you don’t understand, it’s unsavory,” Himuro remarks.

“Come on guys, let’s go celebrate Neon-chan,” Kuroko insists, guiding his former teammates towards where she’s gushing over Kagami’s cake.

“We’ll play nice?” Furuhashi asks looking up at Hara when they’re out of ear shot.

The gum chewing power forward shrugs, glancing at Hanamiya who’s watching Neon with a hungry look. Finally their former captain speaks. “They can’t stay forever. We can wait a day to have her to ourselves.”

“So agreeable, it’s like I don’t even know you,” Seto chuckles.

Hanamiya shrugs, a devious smile tilting up his lip. “Consider it her birthday present.”

It’s my fellow admin Neon’s birthday today and so I wrote this fun little piece to celebrate her!

If you feel so inclined, please send her some birthday love!

Valentine’s day #3 with the megane trio? (separately)

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Prompt: Blind Date / Set up by friends

Midorima

He was going to kill Takao.

He’d told him time and again he could handle his own social life and to stay out of it but somehow his former teammate (and reluctantly admitted friend) had coerced him into a blind date, on Valentine’s day of all days.

He reached up to adjust his tie, then his glasses, his fingers feeling oddly tingly without their usual tape, the wearing of which he’d grown out of after college ended. Midorima hated feeling out of his depth but not knowing one thing about the person he was to meet except what Takao had said put him more on edge than he wanted to admit.

You’ll love them, they’re perfect for you.

But Takao’s idea of perfection and Midorima’s were in grand opposition to one another.

Sighing, he looked at his watch once more; five more minutes until the inevitable.

He supposed he could just leave, had considered it more than once, but it wasn’t your fault his best friend – since when did he let that consideration slip into his mind – was an idiot.

“You must be Midorima-san. Takao-kun mentioned you’d be a bit fidgety.”

Your voice caught him off guard, making him start and lending credence to the assertion of his nerves.

Yep, he’s a dead man.

But Midorima’s formulation of Takao’s impending murder and the subsequent cover up came to a grinding halt the moment his eyes landed on you. As far as first impressions went, it was a very good one. Not usually one swayed by outward appearances alone, Midorima was startled by the intense and immediate attraction he felt at first sight. He wouldn’t call it love, he wasn’t fanciful enough for that, but there was definitely something worth exploring.

Remembering his manners, he stood quickly, extending a hand to shake yours and when you smiled, let out a little giggle he wasn’t sure was from amusement or nerves, Midorima felt his heart palpitate a bit quicker.

“Yes,” he finally said, trying to clear his throat of apprehension, “and you must be _____. It’s a pleasure to meet you.”

“Really? And here Takao-kun had warned me you’d be a cold stick in the mud.”

His cheeks flushed crimson and you laughed a little more. “I’m sorry, if you couldn’t tell already there’s a reason Takao-kun and I are friends, we both don’t know when to quit teasing.”

Midorima took a deep breath, gathering enough wits to finally wonder what his face must look like and tried not to flush a deeper red. As distraction, he swiftly moved to the other side of the table, pulling out the chair nestled against its edge and waved you to have a seat. Smiling, you did as bidden, thanking him quietly as he pushed you in comfortably.

He retook his own seat, signaled the waiter and ordered a bottle of wine. Settling his folded hands on the table, he fixed you with what he hoped was a confident stare. “Now that the awkward pleasantries at my expense are out of the way, how about you tell me a little about yourself?”

The indelicate snort you let into your water glass let him know the likeliness of that was fleeting at best. “So serious,” you teased, setting down the drink, “no need to treat this like a job interview.”

He huffed, looking down at the table, fingers clenching a bit tighter. Jaw tight he intoned, “Forgive me, this is….not something I usually do.”

He looked up to see your eyes soften and nearly drew his hands back when your own covered them. “I’m sorry…I…I’m nervous too and, well, teasing is my defense mechanism.” Taking your own deep breath, you released his hands, sat back and took another drink of water before saying, “Let’s start over shall we? Really give this a chance?”

He hummed agreement, taking the bottle of wine which appeared at that moment and poured two glasses. Lifting his own, he said, “To new experiences with new acquaintances.”

“Here, here,” you agreed, tapping his glass with your own.

As you both drank, you settled, bodies relaxing and conversation flowing a little more easily. Maybe Takao knew what he was talking about after all.

Hyuuga

“I swear, they should be here any minute,” Hyuuga mutters, checking his phone for what must be the fiftieth time in the span of five minutes.

“Hyuuga-kun, it’s fine. You know how they are,” you assure, though you can’t quite keep a note of irritation from your voice. Was it really so bad spending time together…alone? You’d been dancing around each other practically all year, much to the chagrin and irritation of your mutual friends, but neither you nor Hyuuga were ready to admit to yourselves, much less to each other, how you felt.

“That’s it, I’m calling Teppei,” Hyuuga grumbles, drawing you out of your musings. You sigh, watching his back as he walks a bit away, unsure why he doesn’t just stay by you to make the call. Then again, he’s probably going to give his best friend an earful for being so late and doesn’t want to make you an uncomfortable witness to it; Hyuuga can be quite intense when he’s upset.

Down the lane, Hyuuga finally gets Kiyoshi’s on the phone. “Where the hell are you?” he practically shouts into the mouthpiece.

“Well hello to you too, Junpei.” Kiyoshi’s mirthful tone is enough to set Hyuuga’s teeth on edge.

“Cut the crap, where are you and the rest of the guys?”

“Home,” comes the simply reply.

Hyuuga pauses, feeling the vein on his temple rise. “Excuse me? You ditched _____ and me? On single’s night?!”

Kiyoshi chuckles and Hyuuga can just picture him shaking his head. “Yes and no. We ditched you so that you could become not single anymore.”

“Wha-”

“Now you cut the crap, Junpei,” Kiyoshi admonishes voice dropping to a more serious tone. “The two of you need to get your act together and put us all out of our misery watching you fumble over the fact you’re crazy for each other!”

“Go for it captain!”

“You can do it!”

“We believe in you!”

The background chants of his team do little to encourage Hyuuga, instead putting him more ill at ease. “I told you,” he hisses, “to leave it alone. To let me…us…whatever handle it as we see fit! I don’t even know if _____actually likes me like that! I don’t know if I like ______ like that!”

There’s a garbled protest and then Riko is the one shouting on the line. “That’s the biggest load of crap I’ve ever heard Junpei! Now be a man and tell _______how you feel or so help me, I’ll-”

“Ok, Riko, ok, that’s enough,” Kiyoshi’s voice says over the line. Then to Hyuuga he adds, “You might as well get it over with, because if you don’t we’re done playing nice.”

“Nice? You call this nice? Dumping us off together on single’s night on Valentine’s day?!”

“Who’s dumping who now?”

Your voice makes Hyuuga almost drop his phone. From the other side of the city he hears Kiyoshi laugh loudly. “Now you’ve done it. Good luck!” And the line goes dead.

Slowly Hyuuga looks at you, cheeks burning red all the way up to his ears. “Hey, are you ok?” you ask, stepping into his personal space and stealing the very breath from his lungs when the back of your hand touches his forehead. “Geez, you’re burning up, Hyuuga-san, we should get you home and-”

“I like you,” he blurts out stalling your words.

Blinking up at him, your mouth opens and closes but no words come out. Gathering courage he quickly pockets his phone, replacing it with your hand in his. Giving it a squeeze he repeats, “I like you, _____.”

And when you smile bright and wide, he feels a flood of relief rush through his chest. He’ll have to make sure to thank his team properly the next time he sees them.

Imayoshi

You stood, body shaking both from the cold and, you hated to admit, irritation. No, it had blown way past irritation into the neighborhood of hot blooded rage. How dare someone be so…so…callous! So cruel! And you without your phone to call and give him a piece of your mind, lost somewhere and another thing you’d have to deal with.

“This is exactly why I don’t date,” you huffed, breath coming out in steamy vapor.

“______-chan?”

The nearness of the voice made you jump, your eyes wide as you turned to face whoever had managed to get into your personal space without you noticing. When his visage came into focus, you smiled ever so slightly. “Good evening, Imayoshi-san,” you offered, tilting your head slightly.

He returned the gesture, never losing his trademark smirk, the one he hid behind so often. “And what, pray tell, has you in such a tiff?” he asked, the steam from the cup in his hand an inviting distraction from the cold.

Snapping your eyes to his face, you shrugged. “Oh, um, well.” No sense in denying it, he’d probably already figured it out. “I got stood up.”

He clicked his tongue. “Tsk, tsk, the nerve of some people, and on Valentine’s day too.” He shook his index finger to and fro. “Very naughty.” You nodded, turning to look back out over the water. “Good thing I came along,” he added, stepping closer to the edge of the bridge and by proxy yourself. “Would hate for you to have done something irreversible.”

You smacked his arm. “I wouldn’t jump over something so frivolous.”

He grinned. “Good to hear it.” A pause and then, “Well, seeing as you’re alone and I’m alone, why don’t we be alone together? Somewhere preferably with a heater and hot food, perhaps?”

Shoving down the tiny glimmer of hope that flooded your heart, and reminding yourself this was merely your good…friend?…being kind you nodded, accepting his arm.

When you reached a suitable and uncrowded bistro he ushered you indoors away from the cold. Taking your coat, Imayoshi glanced back through the door, smirking as your would be date wandered two and fro looking aimlessly for you. Such a shame, Imayoshi considered as your phone in his pocket buzzed for probably the tenth time, but you were his…you just weren’t aware of it yet.

I know Imayoshi’s is a bit…odd…but I can just see him setting up his own date like this. Anyway, I hope you enjoyed these! – Admin Jade

Hi! Can I request a Kirisaki Daichi being protective of their manager and how they’d go about scaring off people trying to date her?

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There had always been people trying to get a date with you and they’d come up to you in many different situations. Whether it be during school with an invitation to lunch, before practice with a sudden confession, or during the weekend with a random meeting. The boys had noticed your influx of attention the moment they decided to take you under their wings and it had bothered them all. Today, Valentine’s Day, had always been the worst day for them all.

Hanamiya: His fists were shaking at his sides, wanting so desperately to punch the person in front of him. Did they seriously think it was a good idea to ask him if they could ask you out? What was he, your keeper? Yes. Yes he was. “The answer is no, idiot,” he sneered, walking away before he could do much else with the poor sap who’d asked the wrong person.

Seto: He walks into school with you, his tall stature and dark glare enough to scare away anyone even thinking of walking up to you so early in the morning. For those still stupid enough to even try, Seto has a few choice words that he grumbles out under his breath just loud enough for them to hear. The look they give him when he does this makes him smirk. The weak were so easy to scare.

Furuhashi: “Furhashi, don’t be so mean!” You were scolding him, but it would all be worth it in the long run. How many people had he made walk away in shame as they tried to confess to you all because he made short, snide comments about their appearance. It really wasn’t his fault. Anybody who didn’t have any self confidence shouldn’t even think of dating you anyway.

Hara: “Don’t worry about that. I’ll get it out of your locker for you!” It was weird that Hara was being so nice, but he had a reason for it all. Earlier that day, he’d sabotaged your locker to make sure any love notes you’d receive would be immediately dumped into a paper shredder. It was a good thing he knew the combination to your locker so you wouldn’t have to see that hellish mess.

Yamazaki: He was beginning to feel sicker by the minute, but Yamazaki’s resolve would not be the thing to break first. Every gift of chocolate you had received that day was in his stomach well before you could even see them. Call it selfish, but he didn’t want anyone winning you over. Especially not anyone who would be willing to feed you shitty homemade chocolates.

May I request team strky + Iwamura reacting to their gf surprising them for Valentine’s Day with new lingerie and adult toys? I want all the nsfw pretty please~?

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Miyaji

He sat, one leg crossed over the other, watching as she exited the bathroom on hands and knees crawling towards him. Everything else fell away, the red satin sheets on the circular bed, the candles, the wine; all he could see was her, covered in a full body stocking with a whip between her teeth.

Lips curling back to a devious smile, he stood, pushing down his boxers to relieve the pressure of his ever growing erection.

“So I’ve got a bad girl on my hands tonight, is that it?” he asked, taking the toy from her mouth, its handle wet from her saliva.

“Yes, master, I’ve been very bad,” she cooed, eyes hooded. Looking up through long lashes she begged, “Please punish me.”

He grinned, reared back and smacked the leather across her ass making her yelp.

Imayoshi

Usually the master manipulator, Imayoshi has to work hard to squash the deep moan desperate to burst from his chest as he watches his cock disappear into her mouth. It isn’t the first time he’s watched her suck him off, far from it, but she’d decided to turn up the heat this Valentine’s day in the form of pasties over her nipples, a slip of material masquerading as a thong and her arms bound behind her back with black satin ribbon as she took him deep while on her knees.

He loses the battle with his pride, groaning her name as his hand twists a chunk of her hair and his orgasm rips through him. She chokes slightly prompting him to let go so she can swallow and take a deep breath. “Mmmmm, that was exquisite, _____-chan,” he compliments, hand caressing her cheek. “What say I untie you and you wash down your good job with that chocolate and champagne I got you?”

Higuchi

His fingers trembled as she placed the surprise she’d acquired for their rendezvous in his hand. “Are…are you sure you wanna do this?”

“Why so nervous, Shota? I just wanna have a little fun, spice things up a bit,” she teased lightly tracing one finger along his jaw.

He looked down, swallowing thickly as his eyes drank in her breasts encircled by an open cup bra. When his breath ghosted over her nipples, they hardened further and she cast her head back, hair spilling down her back. “Now, get them wet and hook me up baby,” she ordered.

Higuchi closed his eyes, mouth pursing to suck one into his mouth while the other was teased with his fingers. She moaned, one hand pushing against the back of his head in eager indication to continue.

When she was good and lubricated, he drew back, took a deep breath and put on the nipple clamps. The initial sting had her hissing, but as the tip of his tongue teased against her flesh once more she gasped in pleasure.

“Now fuck me,” she groaned, parting her legs revealing a wetness that made his mouth water.

Kasamatsu

“Ugh, fuck, _____, it’s too much, I can’t-“

Kasamatsu’s protests cut off as her lips sealed over his own, tongue dominating him in a way that turned him on far more than he’d like to admit. As much as he was alpha on the court, they both knew who held the reins in the bedroom and he was constantly torn between elation and embarrassment of feeling not “man enough” to handle her.

Drawing back, she sank him deeper into her heat and echoed his moan. “It’s not too much, Yu..ki…o,” she gasped, gyrating for good measure. “You said you want to be able to last longer and that cock ring is doing just that, isn’t it?”

He looked up at her through hooded eyes, sweat trickling down his temples. After a moment’s consideration, he nodded once. “Good thing too,” he grunted, hands grasping tight to her hips to shove her down harder, “because the sight of you fucking me in this teddy would have had me done in seconds without it.”

Okamura

“Make sure you use plenty of lube, sweetie,” she reminded breathlessly. Okamura’s eyes were wide open, irises blown black with deep want as he stared at her, ass in the air, the school girl costume skirt flipped up revealing her in all her tight, wet glory.

“Oh damn,” he mouthed. He’d already given her a mindbending orgasm through use of his mouth but now she wanted to make use of the new play thing she’d brought along for their anniversary. Refocusing, he slathered on copious amounts of the lubricant she’d bought in tandem with the butt plug he held in his massive hand. The light from above glinted off the glass of the insertable as he touched it gingerly to her opening.

“Ready?” he asked breathless.

She nodded and he pushed forward, the toy sucking into her ass with a loud squelching sound that mixed with her own moans of pleasure.

“Oh gods, Kenichi, it feels…sssoooo…good.”

He grit his teeth against the strain of his erection, working to make sure not to push too hard or too fast. Once it was fully inserted, he sat back on his haunches to observe, his cock pulsing with need to fuck her. “Kenichi, lay down so I can ride you.” He obeyed, mouth falling open into a wide O when she sank her torrid heat onto him in reverse cowgirl. “Now you can pump me in both holes at once.”

Iwamura

“Are you sure, Tsutomu? I mean, I didn’t get it because you-”

“I’m fine baby, sometimes…sometimes it’s fun to watch. Go on, lay back and give me a show,” Iwamura encouraged, lounging back on the loveseat faced towards the couch.

She cocked one eyebrow but did as told, parting her legs to reveal her wanting heat highlighted by crotchless panties, its matching bra cast to the side. “Leave the thighs-highs and heels on too,” he ordered, languidly stroking his semi-hard cock.

Slowly she trailed the vibrator up her thigh, turning it on as it touched her clit, bringing a gasp to her parted lips. “Oh, oh it feels good, Tomu.”

He gripped himself tighter, pumping up and down as she teased herself towards orgasm, fingers pinching her nipple and his name spilling from her mouth over and over until he couldn’t take it any longer. Launching forward, he pulled away her hand just before she reached release and sheathed his cock into her.

“Fuck, you’re so wet!” he groaned, slamming into her again. Twisting the toy from her grasp he turned it to full power and laid it against her clit. She shrieked his name as she came, her inner walls clamping onto him so tight he followed right along. This was definitely something they’d be trying again.

Ohh! I don’t know if this has been done before, but can I ask for kasamatsu, hyuuga and takao reacting to their s/o crying for the first time ? It can be anything from happy tears to sad or angry. Just some comfort and fluff ^^ please and thank you !

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Kind of varied in their length but I hope you enjoy them Tia! – Admin Jade

Kasamatsu

First things first, he’s freaking out. The moment your eyes leak and your face scrunches up he’s a flustered messed, caught between wanting to comfort you and having no clue how to do it. He’ll most likely ask what’s wrong but because he’s out of his depth it comes out gruff rather than gentle. Realizing he’s making things worse, he opts to not talk and finally just takes you in his arms, patting your head awkwardly. “It’s ok, I…I’m here,” he mumbles. When you finally tell him what’s wrong, he sighs; how can anyone get so emotional about an anime?

Hyuuga

He was used to volatile people, just look at Kagami and Riko, but you like this had him feeling like he’d just been chucked into the deep end without the ability to swim. Unsure exactly who or what pissed you off, he’s dodging flailing limbs and curses from the left and right.

“Will you just calm down a second?” he snaps. When you look up with tears in your eyes is when he knows whatever’s going on is more serious than he previously believed. “Hey,” he tries again, voice a little softer, but he keeps his hands outstretched just in case, “just..take a deep breath and tell me what’s wrong.”

He should have known it had something to do with that brother of yours…no one else could get you raging in 5 nanoseconds but this was the first time he’d made you cry; at least that Hyuuga’d seen. He tenses as you talk, transferring your anger to him, but he’ll bear the burden if it’ll get you to calm down.

Takao

“I got in, ____! We’ll be at the same university, isn’t that great?!” Takao’s excitement is momentarily derailed the moment you let go of a choked sob. Were you…he’s unsure what to do, watching with his mouth unhinged as tear trails race down your cheeks. But when your hand falls away from your mouth revealing a bright, wide smile he breathes a sigh of relief; happy tears, he could handle happy tears!

“I’m sorry,” you sniffle making way to hug him, “I just…I didn’t expect…”

“Shhhhh, it’s ok. Now I just have something else to add to my arsenal with which to tease you,” he chuckles, strong arms enveloping you in a long, large hug.

romantic quiet valentines date with akashi!

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I just melt for soft Akashi, he’s so…intense but I love the idea of him sweet and romantic. – Admin Jade

You’d been practically vibrating with excitement all day. It was Valentine’s Day, normally an unwelcome and overly commercialized holiday you tended to either mock or avoid. Of course, that was all a ruse, a defense mechanism to protect you from years of being alone or disappointed from past lovers who either failed to remember or failed in their efforts.

But this year would be different. This year you were with Akashi Seijuro.

You just knew he’d come up with something amazing and romantic. He’d been dropping miniscule hints throughout the day via text message but you were still completely in the dark of his master plan. He’d assured you all would be handled by him – or his staff where necessary – and you’d enjoy yourself.

You had no doubts.

Stepping out on the stoop of your apartment, you smiled at his driver waiting beside the car. “The master awaits you at your final destination. He,” here he took out from his pocket a blindfold, “requested your acquiesce to my putting this on you and guiding you. Are you comfortable with that?”

A thrill of anticipation rolled through your chest, fingers clutching the cloth of your jacket a bit tighter but you nodded, turning around so he could fix it about your eyes. “If you would take my hand, I’ll help you into the car.”

You nodded again, doing as requested and when the door was shut you let out a long breath, unaware you’d even been holding it.

It was odd being a vehicle with no ability to see, the sway of the suspencion more noticeable giving you pause to consider you never realized how much one relied on visual cues while driving. Finally you felt the car come to a stop and the engine shift off. The door opening made you start slightly but you took a calming breath and waited for further instruction.

You were unprepared for Akashi’s voice near your ear. “Thank you for indulging my whims,” he said, pressing a kiss to your temple. “I did want this to be a surprise.” You nodded, allowing him to take your hand and lead you where he would.

“There are steps,” he advised looping your arm through his own. “Ready?”

At your nod, the two of you made way up the stairs. You felt the air pressure change alerting you to being indoors, but there was no real noise, no murmur of voices so you didn’t think you were in a public area. Maybe the back door to a hotel? But that didn’t make sense. Akashi had no reason to hide, never would in fact, and it was unlikely he’d take you to hotel anyway. You hadn’t even discussed being together in that capacity yet, still feeling out the relationship and each other.

“Ok, stand here and wait,” he ordered, voice soft. “Close your eyes and do not open them until I say.” You did so and he removed the barrier of your vision. You felt him shift, take both your hands in his and then he gave permission to open your eyes.

When you did so a soft gasp pulled from your lips. You were in a room at his mansion seemingly filled with hundreds and hundreds of candles. It was only when you looked a little closer that you realized the illusion was caused by mirrors. Turning your head you caught sight of roses – of which you were sure there were at least one hundred – settled upon every surface of the room save the small round table upon which lay a prepared meal of sushi and sake next to a small red box of chocolates from your favorite confectioner on a crisp, white tablecloth.

Soft music played from his record player, an indulgence he’d procured for himself earlier in the year. Gently, he guided you into his arms, pressing his cheek against your own and swayed in time to the music, guiding you in a small circle. You closed your eyes, breathing in his spicy scent and let it out in a long, low puff of air.

Akashi leaned back, looking into your eyes, a small but deep and warm ember of affection reflected by the flicker of flames that seemingly danced right along with you. He smiled softly, drawing his face closer to yours and pressed a firm but sweet kiss to your lips. Drawing back, his breath ghosting over you, he murmured, “Happy Valentine’s Day, ______.”

I want to know what happened from the time Momoi arrived at the inn until she jumped out of that 2nd floor balcony? Make it as hair-rising as possible please, maybe she came to the boys’ room and watched them all sleeping while she’s already being possessed or something? Thank you!!

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Anon is referring to this post!
-Neon

Staring at the little slip of paper, Momoi read the address on it for what had to be the umpteenth time that hour. According to all the signs she’d passed by and all the placards stating the building numbers, she had the right place. Her eyes scanned the dingy, decaying walls on the outside of the inn, noting that the paint had begun to peel off in large chunks that slapped against the wall with each blow of wind. The wood looked as if it were rotting, little bugs that just had to be termites crawling through crevices.

“This looks nothing like what I’d pictured,” she murmured to herself.

The lights that illuminated the porch flickered, giving an ominous glow to the already darkened area. Glancing down at the screen of her phone, Momoi checked the time; she was already a few hours late. If she was lucky, the boys would already be asleep and she could easily sneak into her own room without them being none the wiser.

The front door to the inn creaked like it hadn’t been opened in years. Judging by the dust that kicked up simply from her entering, Momoi could only guess that the place saw very little business. She found it odd that Akashi chose a place like this for their training getaway.

“Hello?” Momoi called out at the front desk, ringing the little bell that sat on the counter and listening as it echoed. “I have a reservation under Akashi?”

When, even after five minutes, nobody answered, she took it upon herself to find where the boys were staying herself. Under her breath, Momoi grumbled about what little help she was getting settling in to such a run down place, blaming its appearance and lack of life on the bad service they provided.

Her shoes clacked against the wooden floor as she walked herself up the stairs. Shoulders aching from carrying a backpack filled to the brim with all the clothes and supplies she’d need for the trip, Momoi looked forward to finally settling down into a bed. As she walked down the upstairs hall, she made note of the paintings that decorated the walls. They all seemed to be of flowers, some in bouquets and others in vases, all of them looking as if they had been painted ages ago.

So distracted by the paintings, Momoi hadn’t even realized she’d been walking through the hall for quite a while. “Geez, how big is this place?” Glancing behind her, she looked back the way she had came.

The stairwell was only a few feet behind her.

Something kin to a tingling sensation ran along her spine as she turned fully to look back toward the way she had came. That couldn’t be right. She had been walking for what had to be close to five minutes, constantly moving past paintings and making progress down the hall. Not a single floorboard had looked the same. Yet, she was only a few feet away from where she had originally began.

“Big sister, what are you doing?”

Momoi whipped around, having not expected the voice. Looking down the hall, she saw nobody in front of her; everything was just as void of life as it had been when she originally looked down the hallway. An eerie feeling overtook her and, against her better judgement, Momoi decided to hold off on finding the boys and settle herself into the nearest empty room she could find. She could deal with the inn keeper in the morning.

Luckily the first door she tried is unlocked and, upon opening it, she realized that nobody seemed to be living inside. Closing the door quickly behind her, she dumped her bag onto the floor and made her way to the window. The smell of dust is tickled her nose as she walked through the room, so shoving the window open as wide as she could get it allowed her to breath in a little more fresh air. From her room, she could see the front of the inn where she had been standing earlier.

“Great view,” she muttered sarcastically to herself, noting the gray fog that had began to settle in the air.

Moving away from the window, she sat down on the only bed in the room and puleds her legs up onto the mattress. The stress of whether or not she’d make it to the inn on time was finally taking its toll on her and, with heavy eyelids, she let sleep overcome her before she could even think about texting any of the boys her current location.

It’s a few hours later when Momoi wakes with a start, her body going rigid as her eyes snapped open and she sat up in bed. Her eyes scanned the little room she’s in, finding it strange that they hadn’t adjusted to the abnormal darkness that seemed to blanket the small space.

“Is anybody there?”

It had been laughter that woke her up; or, at least that’s what she had thought it was. The same voice that had spoken to her back in the hall had woken her up, its laughter sounding like bells tinkling in the wind. Thinking it had been only her imagination, Momoi glanced back to her open window and noted the sun just peaking out from the horizon.

“Why is it still so dark?”

Momoi stood from her bed, naked feet touching the cold flooring and causing a chill to spread throughout her body. She walked over to the window, wondering if years worth of dust was really prohibiting the sun from entering her room. Before she could closer than a foot to the window, a loud bang on her door resounded through the room and startled her. Momoi jumped as she whirled around to face her door, wide eyes taking note that it was still as closed as she had left it earlier than night.

“What are you looking at big sister?”

Her eyes snapped down to the floor, immediately going to the dark space under her bed. There, she saw two eyes, brighter than normal and absolutely shining through the darkness. A hand crept out from under the bed frame, followed by a second one only a moment later.

“I want to see, too.”

Momoi was aware of the scream before she felt it ripping through her throat. She stumbled backward as whatever was under the bed rushed out at her, scuttling around on all fours like some sort of animal. She felt the back of her head smash through the thin glass of the window and felt gravity pulling her downward as she fell backward. Whatever had been under her bed grabbed at her ankle, leaving three deep gouges in her skin before letting go completely. Momoi fell.

And then she slept.

Creepy!!!

kissing kise all day kind of scenario?

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First of the Valentine’s / love asks! Enjoy! – Admin Jade

Kise’s eyelids flutter, sleep slowly eluding him as he becomes cognitive of a presence over his body. Cracking open one eye, he lets show a small smile, sleep still tugging at the recesses of his conscious but being driven ever back by the revealing of your face hovered above him, lips pursed to pepper him with kisses from his forehead, down the bridge of his nose finally landing on his lips. He moves to deepen it but you’re already moving to the right, landing little teasing pecks across one cheek then the other.

With a grin to match your playful attitude, you announce, “Breakfast is ready. I gotta go, don’t be late, m-kay?”

“Yeah,” he responds, voice a bit raspy from lack of use for the last eight hours.

His eyes follow you from his prone position and he smiles a bit wider when you blow him a kiss over your shoulder.

The morning flies in a flurry of contract reading and signing. By the time noon rolls around, he’s tired, starving and feeling like Godzilla has been traipsing around in his brain. But it seems to melt away as you enter his dressing room, smile on your face and lunch in your hands.

“Seems you had a busy morning,” you comment, drawing takeout from his favorite place down the street. The food is still hot but he’s hungry for something else. As you turn, he’s there, planting eager lips upon your own. With gentle but firm pressure he gets you to yield, parting your lips enough to gain a taste of you and the latte you’d finished on your way to the studio.

With gentle pressure of your own, you push against his chest. “Ryouta, we only have twenty minutes and the food’ll get cold. You need to eat to keep your strength up.”

He pouts which earns him one more chaste kiss before you settled upon the floor by the table and begin digging in. He sighs, following your lead, and though he still pouts for lack of kisses, he’s grateful for the calories.

“Welcome home, sweetie,” you call from the kitchen as he returns to your shared apartment. It smells divine, the scent of ginger and other spices he can’t identify wafting around the small room. “How did the rest-ah!” Your words end abruptly as his strong hands whirl you around and press you to the counter, arms caging you in and his mouth latching to your neck. “Ryou..ta,” you gasp, lacing your fingers through his golden tresses.

“Can’t….wait…”he groans, lifting under your ass to plant you in a better position to ravage your mouth, “need…you.” You hum appreciation against his lips, the vibration felt all the way to his toes.

Deftly he gathers you in his arm, flicks off the burner and lands on the couch with you straddled over his lap, all done without ever breaking the kiss.

“You owe me a day’s worth of kisses.” His voice is low, full of need.

“Just kisses?” you ask, coyly.

He grins up at you, eyes gaining more shine. “For now.” Then there’s no more talking, just the feel of you pressed to him, his hands roaming your body and his lips and tongue working you over until you beg him for more.

Could you write badass!Riko x femme fatale!Momoi (like Mine Fujiko) involving motorcycle, handguns, and spying thing, all that sexy stuff, I’ve been wanting to read this kind of scenario forever!!

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I’ve never seen the series this character is a part of but I looked her up for reference and hope I hit the tone of what you’re looking for! – Admin Jade

Riko looked over her 9 millimeter one last time, the shine of its metal glimmering even in the slightly muted light of the room. A quick flick of her wrist produced the satisfying click of its magazine settling into place. Holstering the weapon, she took one last glance in the mirror, frowning at the reflection behind her own.

“I wish for once you’d go into a job without relying on your tits,” she grumbled as Momoi zipped up her leather jacket to just under her massive chest, the cinching making them appear even larger.

“And I wish you’d just admit you were jealous of my winning assets,” quipped back the pink haired woman, pursing her lips to apply red lipstick. Capping the tube she turned her head in the direction of her partner. “Besides, have I ever failed at getting us into where we need to be? I’m the beauty and you’re the muscle, though,” she trailed a critical eye over the svelt female before her, “you could stand to put on a little more weight.”

Riko groused, “What do you mean the muscle? I’m the brains of this operation!”

“Oh sweetie,” Momoi giggled, patting her head, “it’s cute you actually believe that.”

Riko smacked away her hand, grumbling to herself as she strode across the room to grab her own jacket and helmet. “You ready or what?” she snapped, not bothering to wait for a reply.

Momoi, taking one last moment to secure her trusty blade in its thigh holster, scampered to catch up, reaching Riko and her bike just as she settled upon its seat. When she was stable, Momoi climbed aboard behind her, nestling close to her back.

“And do you have to press them against me?! I’m not Aomine you know!”

“As if I’d do that to Dai-chan!” Momoi protested.

“You do it to everybody!”

Momoi complied, sliding back ever so slightly, allowing Riko a bit of breathing room. The brown hair fired up the engine, revving it a few times for good measure before taking off in a burst of speed towards the highway. As they made their way towards the city, she asked through the two way radio wired in their helmets, “So what’re we after this time anyway?”

“Ruby necklace, worth a fortune,” Momoi replied.

“And who’s the schmuck we’re takin’ it from?”

“Akashi Seijurooo!” Momoi squealed as Riko almost lost control of the bike in her shock.

She skidded to a halt, pulling to the side of the road and flipped up her visor. “Are you fucking crazy?!” she shouted over the din of the traffic racing by.

“What? We got a good price for the job. Plus, Sei-chan knows me! It’ll be a cinch to get in! You’ll see!”

“See, what you failed to mention is it would be impossible to get out!” Riko snapped, taking a deep breath before standing from her cover to fire two shots at their pursuers.

Momoi crouched next to her, chest heaving. “Still, you gotta admit it’s been a while since we had any real excitement!” Using her compact, she eyed their enemy from a safer vantage. “Two to the right, go in three…two….one!”

Riko stood again, firing perfect shots catching both guards in their shoulders. “Of all the stupid, hairbrained, cockamamie ideas,” she mumbled snapping in a new round of ammo. “If we make it out of here alive,” she sighed, “I’m never letting you pick a job again.”

Momoi just shrugged, her lilting giggle making Riko’s temple pulse until she heard again, “Now the left! Three…two…one…”

It was going to be a long night.