Hey!! Can you do 1.Murasakibara and Himuro 2.Akashi and Midorima in a love triangle with a girl they really like and who would win? Thanls!!

terriblesportsimagines:

You’re welcome! Keep in mind, this is my opinion!

Murasakibara Atsushi vs Himuro Tatsuya

Since they have opposite things going for them, this would
be a matter of preference. Also, extremely hard, cause damn

Himuro is definitely smoother. He’s a gentleman and he
treats you like you are a lady. He’s forever doing little things for you
– opening doors, pulling out chairs, helping you with homework, etc. He’s
subtle about his attempt to attract your attention and keep it.

There is nothing subtle about Murachin. He demands –
your attention, your time, sometimes even your body (not like that, filthy
Reader-chan. But he leans and pushes and just makes a nuisance of himself
a lot). He’s pretty selfish, so it doesn’t even really occur to
him that you might not share his feelings. He just wants, so he tries to
take (hello, my yandere friend).

Murachin’s always feeding you, which should be tip-off #1
about his feelings. Certainly, it’s how Himuro figures out that his
feelings are deeper than friendship. Murachin shares his snacks with no
one. He also doesn’t demand you buy him snacks, which is tip-off #2.

Himuro sees Murachin as a rival right away. He tries
not to let it affect their friendship, but there is so grating about the way
the giant center just assumed you were his without ever letting you make up
your mind yourself. Does his best to interfere, presenting more tempting
options than whatever Murachin wants to do.

It takes Murasakibara a while to catch onto what Himuro is
doing, and at first he just realizes that his best friend keeps getting in his
way, which was annoying. When he tells Himuro to stop taking your
attention away from him, Himuro meets the challenge head on.

Himuro gives a lot of way when it comes to Murachin, but not
in this. He wants you just as much. Things get really tense, and
you probably realize you are going to have to make a choice and hope their
relationship could be saved.

Who would win depends on the girl in question, but I think
to a high school girl, a smooth, gentlemanly boy like Himuro would probably
come out on top. He’s considerate, and pretty, and sensitive,
these are important surface qualities.

(As an aside, I would probably pick Murachin lmao)

Akashi Seijuro vs Midorima Shintarou

Since they live across the country from each other in high
school, this would have to happen in either middle school or college. I’m
going the latter, because… reasons lol

You’re all in different programs, but since they are friends
from way back and got along, they hang out a lot. They also take
similar first and second year courses. That’s how they meet you, in a
course they are taking together. ~~Group project yo~~

Like the other pair, they have different things going for
them, although they are closer in personality. They are both serious and
studious and have issues with arrogance and control.

They are also unintentionally funny, which is really
endearing. Plus, their competence is attractive, since you were pretty
used to guys trying to pass off their work onto you.

With one being a yandere and the other being a tsundere it’s
more obvious when Midorima starts to like you, at least if you speak
tsuntsun. If you don’t, then I hope at least you have a thick skin.

Akashi is definitely better at talking to you in
general. While they both treat you like you have a brain, Akashi is
better at coming across as calmer and mellower. We, of course, know he’s
not, but he’s better at hiding his intentions in general.

Their approach is completely different. Akashi is
subtle, and a touch manipulative, whereas Midorima is somewhat more
upfront. He sucks at communication though, so is it really upfront?

I just don’t see any situation where Midorima comes out on
top, unless you prefer tsuntsuns, or there is something specific about Midorima
that draws you. Because you know Akashi is going to out maneuver Midorima,
even just from a strategic stand point. Plus, yanderes tend to have
better emotional intelligence than tsuns, they can be more honest and they are
better at recognizing situations as they are (so as to better
manipulate). They are both intelligent, and both kind of bad at social
tho. It’s just that one is better at faking it. Plus, Midorima is
really weird lol, which is an acquired taste.

Let’s also remember that Midorima, even though he competes
against Akashi is used to deferring to his former captain. I’m not saying
he’d give up just because Akashi likes you, but… I think this is a factor.

I love your perspective on characters. You get past the shiny outer coating to the deep stuff within that challenges how I want to write these characters.

Overall it’s still fun to create fantasties (aka unrealistic occurrences) but for deeper topics or even in a full blown story (as opposed to a scenario) I know my mind will be trailing back to some of the less desirable traits you highlight and that makes these boys feel more human.

I hope that all makes sense! Lol

Recognized Pt. 3

volleysandstrikes8:

(Surprises)

Heat pulsed through your body as you forced your legs to move towards a polished marble table.

You palm the edge, but freeze when you feel a hand fumbling with the hem of your dress. Kou tosses it over your lower half and squeezes your bare ass.

“I’m afraid you’re a little too dressed.”

Kou’s lips graze your jaw as he roughly bunches up your dress up around your chest haphazardly.
Your bra’s off-kilter and now cutting into your shoulder. But you don’t care. All you’re focused on is one hand grazing up your right thigh. He’s a fucking tease.

You feel him stop for a split second. You feel every one of his fingers grip into your flesh just below where you need him. Your whole body feels electric. Suddenly, a smack lands on your ass. You let out a quick shriek and hear him grunt behind you.

He’s such. A. Fucking. Tease.

“You’ll address me only when I tell you to, understand?”

He takes off his tie that was hanging loosely down his chest. Then, he reaches to grab your hands and tie them together to sit just above your ass. The man has a good handle on knots, as you’re left helpless.

“Do you understand, slut?”

His lilting tone when he called you “princess” was gone. You nod slightly.

“Oh, that’s not good enough …” He bites just above your right collarbone.

“You asked for me to not hold back … So that means you play by my rules. So, I’ll ask one more time. Do you understand?”

The arm around your waist makes its way to your breasts … his palms enveloping one entirely and rolling a nipple between his fingers.

“Yes Kou. I understand.” Your voice is a lot less clear than you thought … coming out as more of a whimper. You feel him smile against your neck.

“Good.”

That’s when you hear a snap, your bra making its way to the floor. Then a zipper, your pesky dress shucked off for a split second before you’re face down on the table … Your nipples graze the surface as Kou tugs your hips back once – yanking your panties down. Twice – pulling his slacks down to free his cock from his boxers.

And a third time, his thickness against your folds has you keening for him before he’s even inside you.

Your breath is knocked from your lungs as you feel him stretch you all at once. His thighs press hard against your ass as he freezes, taking in just how tight you are.

You fought back the need to move your hips; but when Kou pulled out of you almost completely … Your desperation became all the more apparent.

“Please, Daddy.” The namesake flew out without a thought.

Suddenly, his dick is thrust back inside you harder than before …the slapping noises of skin on skin echoing off the tall ceilings. Sound can barely escape your throat as he hits the deepest parts of you. Then he thrusts again, his hand digging into your hair. And again, he pulls, yanking your head off the table.

You can hear him fight back a moan from deep within his chest, and you find yourself straining your arms against his silk tie. Kou has finally lost control, and by how heated your whole body had become… you were more than happy to feel his cock inside you, hear his deep baritone in your ear and god, did you want to touch him.

“The slut’s so good for Daddy … Fuck, she’s dripping for him.”

One of his hands that were both locked around your waist drops to play with your clit, making you even more needy.

“I’m gonna cum, Daddy. I can’t wait.”

“Not until I say so. Is the slut going to ask nicely?”

“Please …”

“Good girl.” But instead of continuing his ministrations, his right hand grasps your tied wrists and lifts you off the table in one go. You can feel your juices run down your thighs as you stand.

Soon, you’re flipped over his shoulder as he strides towards the bedroom. He makes you feel like you weigh nothing. He tosses you on the bed and you spread your legs, hoping he’ll get right to fucking you again. And thankfully, with how hard he is, he can’t wait either.

He climbs over your form, outstanding amounts of muscles hovering over you. You can see his chest heaving as he leans down to kiss you. But with your hands still tied, you still couldn’t touch. You arch your chest into the kiss, trying again to free yourself. He laughs quietly, untying you.

Your hands immediately try to pull him closer to you, your fingers ghosting down his chest. He lets you stroke his cock, still hard and throbbing with his lust to be inside you again. He groans, pinning your wrists to the bed himself.

“I want to see your face when you come for Daddy…”

He tosses a leg over his shoulder, realigns himself and slams inside you. You let out a soft scream, your mouth open but no sound coming out. You’re so so close. And with his cock grazing your most sensitive spot, you’re chasing your release with reckless abandon.

He seems to pick up on your desperation, picking up the speed. Your moans and gasps turning into repeated shrieks of his name, pressure reaching its peak.

Relief hits you as Kou angles his hips upwards with a particularly powerful thrust.

“Fuck yes, cum for Daddy, princess.”

You feel yourself tighten around him, your body awash in starlight and overwhelmed by the musky scent of him and you together.

You had no idea he’d finished, but when he slowly falls against you.

You felt a rush of pride as soreness in your hips set in. His salt and pepper hair tickles your breasts as he comes down from his high.

“Well, tonight ended a little differently than I thought.” You say after a minute of catching your breath.

You can feel him smile against your skin, and he raises his head to look you in the eyes.

“Ended pretty well, I’d say.”

“Well, of course.” You giggle and look at the clock on the side table, “Holy shit it’s 5 in the morning.”

“Get some rest, babe.” His arms wrap around your waist as he lays next to you.

“I’m even better in the morning.”

You find yourself waking up with a start as your phone vibrates. You read and reply to your friends, wanting to know “each and every detail of his penis” as you get up to use the bathroom. Then, you see his wallet on the marble table.

Curious, you open it. The black card he tossed at the front desk assistant apparently wasn’t Kou’s only account. Four other bank cards with “Platinum” “Star” and “Executive” stamped on them stuck out of the wallet’s pockets. You let out a small gasp when you pull out a thinner gold card.

It reads “Bokuto Koutaro: Chief Executive Officer of Pointe Entertainments” with four different numbers and even the company email.

Turns out he was the kinky CEO he was on stage. 😉

I don’t think I ever reblogged the conclusion for this!

Soul Mate AU where the temperature gets hotter the nearer they are, colder when they are further away with Kagami please! Thank you!

baesketballers:

It was always winter for you.

You first realized how cold the summer is for you when you started seventh grade, when puberty hit. The sun would always shine brightly out and you would wear your winter uniform—thankfully, though, not everybody gave you the weird look. They guessed that your soulmate was probably somewhere far away. You only knew a handful of other people who experienced the same thing, but it was bittersweet when you watched them meet their destined partners as the years pass by.

Thankfully, it felt less cold during your high school years. The weather in Yoyogi, where you went to school, was something you considered normal, although there were days when you still sensed the slight chill amidst summer’s smoldering heat. Easily enough, like the metaphorical ice that freezes you in the previous years, you thawed, becoming more social, more outgoing, more… happy.

Now, on your first day in university, you feel nervous—nervous and clammy. You start sweating slightly despite doing no physical activity out of what is considered normal. It’s spring. This has to mean something, doesn’t it? You remember your mother explaining to you back in junior high about the connection between your body temperature and your soulmate. You remember disregarding it for so long, until today, because for the first in the longest time, you feel warmth.

The grip on your textbooks tighten as you walk up to an older woman nervously. “Excuse me, which way to the university health service?”

“Second floor, across the—my, are you alright? You look very flushed,” she says, eyes wide as she politely cups your forehead to gauge your temperature. “Would you like me to accompany you instead?”

You smile sheepishly despite the constantly growing discomfort. “It’s quite alright, ma’am, just… a small fever.”

“Across lecture theater 2-A,” she concludes, still looking very much concerned at your condition, but you give her no chance to offer any more help because you dash away after whispering your thanks. The clinic is not far away, much to your relief, but what should you seek help for? “My soulmate is too close and I’m heating up, give me some meds for fever”?

Bed, you think, maybe lying down on a bed will help slightly. Your cardigan is starting to feel suffocating, and so are your long pants. You carefully but swiftly tread the stairs up to the second floor, looking around you for a sign leading to lecture hall 2-A—thank heavens you went for the campus tour several weeks ago.

Spotting the hall and the sign that says “Health Services” across it, you sigh, ready to break into a run yet again. It could just be your now fried neurons but you feel as though the heat has double, reducing you into a sweating mess thanks to your slightly covering outfit. Just as you are about to sprint, someone knocks into you from behind, toppling you and your textbooks over. You let out a small yelp of surprise, and another ‘oomph’ in pain when you feel your knees hit the ground.

“Shit, I’m so sorry! Are you okay?”

When you open your eyes again, you see a hand reaching out to you, but not close enough to touch you, as if hesitant. “Are you hurt?” You hear the guy say.

One look up and you can see his face. He definitely seems like a fellow student, by the looks of it, is crouched down, eyebrows knitted in concern, though there’s something else about him that is suspicious. You register the sheen on his skin, evidence of perspiration, and your heart skips a beat.

Could it be…?

Then those red eyes aren’t gazing into yours again, instead distracted by the fact that he made you drop all your textbooks, and in a second he is haphazardly gathering the prints into a neat stack in his hands. You notice a basketball lying next to him and your stomach sinks. He probably just finished morning practice or something—it’s too big of a coincidence for him to be your soulmate, right?

He hands the books to you as the two of you stand back up, you moving slightly sluggishly compared to him. You feel his eyes giving you a once-over, to make sure you’re okay, you assume, and he relaxes upon seeing no small wounds whatsoever.

“Please don’t run like that,” he says, trying not to sound too much like a worried mother as he scratches the back of his neck nervously, “it’s really crowded around here.”

“Sorry. Thanks,” you reply, the heat now much to unbearable for you, so you decide to get out of this nice person’s way and jog towards your destination.

As you walk away, disappearing into a corner, Kagami literally feels heat—your heat—travelling away from him, leaving him slightly less feverish than he is previously. In retrospect, he realizes that you looked sort of sweaty, but he figures it’s because you were running. He freezes, the basketball forgotten on the floor, as he focuses on how he feels his temperature dropping ever so slightly.

It takes him a few seconds to process the truth.

Five seconds later, he runs.

When the door to the health services room all but slams open (earning harsh reprimands from the staff), you can’t help but jump in surprise, but when you notice that it’s the guy from earlier who bangs the door, you are even more surprise. Perhaps he’s here to return something you dropped?

That’s probably it, you think, because you see him walking towards you, examining your form intensely as you sit on the edge of one bed. There’s heat behind his gaze, urgency, suspicion.

You can only look at him as he crouches in front of you to get to your eye level, before bringing his hand to cup your cheek. You gasp—there’s an electric spark where his bare skin meets yours, lasting only for half a second before it dies down along with the bothering swelter in your veins, and suddenly, you can feel the cool blow of the air conditioner against your arms.

“I think you’re my soulmate,” you find yourself speaking up.

“Kagami,” he replies, not looking away from your face but quickly retracting the hand on your cheek as if accepting the fact. “Kagami Taiga.”

You offer him your name with a handshake, noting the coolness of his skin, and that he’s no longer sweating.

“You gave me hell—cold hell—six years ago,” you say, the smile on your face a mix of shyness, nerves, and a weird giddiness that flips your stomach multiple times.

He lets out a soft chuckle though the look on his face is rather apologetic.

“Sorry, I was in America.”

Awwwww! You picked mine! I LOVE it Gabby! You did really great with a super interesting soul mate AU! Thank you!

I’m a junkie now! Same Head canons crossover of HQ X BSD but with Daichi, Suga and Asahi? I’ll probably flood you with these so tell me now if they are annoying! Thank you!!

owlespresso:

It’s fine! I like doing them.

Daichi Sawamura

Daichi’s ability would be hardening, the ability to turn his skin into an iron-like substance in order to negate damage. Think Kirishima from BNHA, if you follow that series. It’s mostly a defensive ability.

Daichi is the leader of the Karasuno Agency. I haven’t hashed this idea out too much, but I like the idea of there being separate agencies/guilds with different goals and such. As the guild’s leader, he stays in the office a fair amount but also takes care of diplomatic matters, most of the time.

I think he inherited leadership of the guild after the previous leader (Coak Ukai, maybe?) retired. The Karasuno Agency was in a period of recession so many members kind of left. Daichi stepped up to the plate and started to lead them, from then on. Most of the other guilds ignored them because of how “weak” they were.

Sugawara Koushi

Sugawara’s ability is mass mental manipulation. He’s able to manipulate the thoughts, emotions and upper brain functions of others. Using this ability, he can calm down their enemies or persuade diplomats into siding with the Karasuno Guild.

Of course, his ability takes a toll on him if he uses it for too long. He’ll be hit with a really bad migraine if he overuses it.

Daichi’s second-in-command. He’s a diplomat/supporting role who tends to work from the shadows. He’s able to fend for himself should he get in a tussle, but he’s not the best fighter around.

Asahi Azumane

Increased strength and mild generation. Unlike Hinata, his ability doesn’t grow stronger when around allies. Instead, he’s capable of absorbing damage done to him and throwing it back at his foes. His regenerative capabilities aren’t as good as Hinata’s but he’s stronger at his ability’s base level. It works great with Noya’s ability.

The best fighter in the agency, probably. He’s always dispatched when they need to intimidate someone/when there’s going to be some violence. He’s terribly timid outside of combat.

He teaches the rest of the members basic self-defense. He’s hesitant to spar with anyone, but wants to make sure they can all stay safe on their own. Hinata really looks up to him.

Addicted! Love these so much!

tanoshindekouze:

This is an important announcement to the KuroBasu fandom. I hope you all find this simple illustrated guide helpful in your future. Warning: Spoilers.

I love this guy!

Hey! May I request a nsfw scenario for Kiyoshi, were he takes the reigns, believing in multiple orgasms, being a little dominant while still being his charming self? Kekdjfjt that would be superb.

baesketballers:

Sinning on a Sunday! I feel so filthy, guys. Filthy ahead. Filthy ahead.

Fem!Reader ahead

Long business trips are sure to drive anyone… hungry.

You let him part your thighs with his big, strong hands, moaning unabashedly thanks to the safety confines of your hotel room when he dives in, lips seeking out the moistness between your legs. There’s a reason why he asked you to immediately meet him at a hotel and not at home—and not just any regular hotel, to boot—Kiyoshi wants what is his, and he wants it immediately.

You realize that he hasn’t even packed out of his suitcase, but who cares when he has his mouth against your core, licking and sucking with utmost passion as if he lives to eat you. You let out a silent cry when he moves up to your clit, playing with the sensitive nub as his fingers graze your entrance, deliberately bringing you faster to the edge. Your fingers rake his hair, unconsciously pushing his face impossibly closer you, to which your lover let out a chuckle that vibrates against your pussy. You curse.

“So eager,” he purrs, only neglecting his task on your clit for a second. His usually easygoing disposition is replaced with one that is brimming with lust and urgency, because although he has only been deprived of sex for one week, his want for you is uncontrollable. Kiyoshi groans, adding another finger inside of you to work you up even further. He decides to let out his own noises when he feels your insides tightening upon hearing them.

“Cum for me, babe,” he murmurs, tongue slurping at your juices. You cry out, hips gyrating against his face as if it has a mind of its own. “Yeah, that’s right, scream for me,” and with his encouragements and the onslaught on your sensitive cunt, you throw your head back, reaching orgasm faster than you have ever before—the only positive consequence of being left alone for too long. Kiyoshi smirks heartily as he watches you unravel, eyes half-lidded and unfocused, lips utterly kissed and raw, the apex of your thighs damp with the aftereffects of your climax.

When you regain some control of your consciousness, you hear the close of a drawer and a faint buzz, dismissing it as your mind’s trick—until you see him approaching the foot of the bed, his suit messed up and hair even more so, with a small pink device in his hand.

“Teppei,” you sigh, half in protest and half in desire. He smiles down at you as if you’re having a perfectly normal day, like you’re not lying entirely naked on a bed in a love hotel, like he doesn’t feel the almost painful tightness in his pants.

He descends on top of you, straddling you with his knees on both sides of your body, and then he lowers the vibrator ever so carefully to touch the tip of your nipple. Kiyoshi watches with delight as you squirm beneath him, your knuckles turning white after grasping the sheets for so long.

“You can let it out,” he says when he sees you bite your lip, slowly dragging a finger from your collarbone to your stomach, keeping the vibrator steady in his hand. “Every single room here is soundproofed, every window covered in one-way vision film. I could fuck you against it right now and nobody would know,” he chuckles, the image burning in his mind. Maybe he will, later.

“Why are you—ah! Ngh,—what’s gotten into you?” You ask, panting.

“I missed you so bad, that’s why,” he declares, leaning down to capture a nipple in his mouth, the vibrator in his hand abandoning the other as it slowly journey’s south. A shiver wrecks your body as you feel the device resting against your mound, not quite touching you there yet, but Kiyoshi diligently laps at your breast, doing more than enough to rile you up.

“Fuck, Teppei,” you whimper when he inserts the device in you, his hand immediately grabbing your rear. He revels in the way your flesh feels in his palm, kneading you however he wishes. It doesn’t take long for you to come again, especially with the things he whispers in your ear and the touch of his hand against your breasts and rump. He lets you breathe for a minute or two, removing the vibrator from your core before hurriedly taking off his pants—your lust-clouded consciousness commands your hands to work on his shirt, and the garment is not abandoned quickly enough.

Nevertheless, he is as bare as you now, and you find yourself running your hands up and down his chiseled torso while whispering “please please please”, begging for his cock to sink into you. He has his hands on your hips, gently guiding him to your entrance before thrusting in, the two of you sharing a loud, satisfied moan.

“Happy Valentine’s Day, _________,” he sighs as he begins to thrust in and out of you. Greed bubbles up your throat, and with all your inhibitions gone, you moan out his name, peppering his jaw with kisses and nibbles and sinful confessions of wanting more. He gives it to you, panting with each piston of his hips, watching as his cock sinks into you over and over again.

“I’m going to make you cum,” he says in between thrusts, “seven times,” he groans as you tighten up around him, “one for each day without you.” You let out a squeal at his determined announcement, followed by a louder yelp as you feel him thrust into a sweet spot. The faint squelching sound grows louder as you let yourself drown into the pleasures of sex, getting wetter and wetter by the second. He knows it, too, by the look on your face—you have unbridled greed in your eyes, your mouth open, breasts bouncing with each rhythmic slap of his hips into you.

“Only seven?” You pant out, biting your lip bottom lip in excitement when you see danger flash in your lover’s eyes.

Good thing he booked the room for two nights.

Could I have a scenario of Kise and Narumiya meeting for the first time? I feel like they may clash because they’re hella similar

terriblesportsimagines:

Oh my god. I had trouble with this one, and the ask that will be posted tomorrow. They are hella similar. I would say that Mei is probably more diva than Kise, but Kise’s probably more immature-seeming. But they are so much a like lol

Also, I had to throw in mention of s/os, which I went back and forth on the gender neutral thing and then decided to do it that way. I think it looks weird, but that’s okay.

Kise Ryouta and Narumiya Mei

Mei’s eyes narrowed, his fists clenched at his side as he
glared at the much taller blond. The other boy outsized him by almost six
inches and at least twenty-five pounds, but he wasn’t about to let that
intimidate him in anyway. Why should he be intimidated out of what he
wanted? So what if the guy was bigger, he wasn’t half as good looking or
talented. Who only got one ear pierced anyway? “Back off, I was
here first,” Mei announced in a bossy tone that said fall in line, peon.

Kise, however, was not about to let some tiny brat come
between him and what he wanted, so he glared back in exactly the same
manner. “You must be delusional, because I was here first!” He
shot back, stiffening his back to make the height difference more apparent.

“Oh my god, would you look at those guys, talk about hot
right?” A feminine whispered drifted over from a group of girls standing before
a display case some feet away.

“I wouldn’t mind climbing ether of them, if you know
what I mean,” another giggled.

Kise pouted. Why can’t they see I’m way
better looking that this twerp?

Mei’s grin stretched at the conversation, victory flashing
through his eyes. Kise wondered how he could possibly considered that was
win, since they hadn’t actually made a decision one way or another-

“It’s a fucking cupcake,” Aomine broke out from behind Kise,
growling. “Just pick another flavor, I don’t want to be here all day,
Kise.”

“Maybe I’ll get that cupcake and end the drama?” Carlos
drawled, a wicked grin on his face.

“No!” Kise and Mei shouted at the same time, turning to
glare at their respective friends.

“It’s my partner’s favorite,” Kise sniffed, giving Mei an
imperious look. “You can’t have it.”

Mei scoffed. “Look, I don’t care about your
partner, but it’s my partner’s favorite too, so I’m buying it!”

Shirakawa rolled his eyes, while Itsuki began to look more
and more pained. Carlos, however, laughed, his grin just a touch
mean. “Oho, maybe you’re dating the same person? Someone with a
thing for pretty blonds?” He suggested.

Aomine immediately snorted, while Kuroko sighed,
preemptively grimacing. Kise and Mei both wore identical scandalized
expressions, mouths falling open and eyes widening. “That’s not-” Kise
sputtered, turning a little red.

“Impossible!” Mei screeched, eyes blazing. “My ____
would never-”

Carlos doubled over laughing and Aomine with him. “I
can’t believe you would take that seriously based on cupcake flavor
preferences,” Carlos crowed, tears in his eyes.

At the same time, the two blonds eyes iced over, looking
first at their friends, then at each other. “Like someone like you could
ever be good enough for my, ____cchi,” Kise stated coldly. “I’m taking
it.”

“As if I’d even want someone you already had,” Mei replied,
lips curled into a sneer. “I’m taking it.”

Kuroko sighed again, looking skyward as if to ask for
patience. “Why don’t you both calm down and settle this maturely, like
with rock paper scissors or something.”

“Mei, mature… right,” Itsuki muttered.

Mei’s hand shot out and grabbed his kohai by the cheeks,
squeezing roughly. “Itsuki! Don’t disrespect your senpai!” He
snapped, still glaring at Kise. “Fine, then, I’m game. Unless
you’re too afraid to lose?”

“Like I’d ever be afraid of you,” Kise responded,
thrusting his hand forward. “Let’s do this.”

“I can’t believe this,” Shirakawa muttered, covering his
eyes. “Mei, you’re an idiot.”

Mei was too involved in his game to hear this, however. The
first two throws were draws, Kise won the third, and Mei the fourth. Just
as they were gearing up to do the last round, Itsuki spoke up, “Um… would now
be a bad time to point out that the cupcake you both wanted just got sold?”

“WHAT?!”

This is hilarious

Can I request scenario where Iwaizumi is dating the most popular girl in the school but no one know about them since they didn’t want the fans to bother their partner and one day she decided to watch him practice since she has no club that day but everyone keep mistaking that she’s there for Oikawa much to Iwaizumi annoyance?

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Hehehe I imagine if I’m there for Iwaizumi… and Oikawa’s girls are giving me trouble, that I wouldn’t have to wait for Iwa to give them the business lol I’d just sass em up right then and there! Lol Thanks for requesting! – Admin Satori ❤

Iwaizumi Hajime:

You hissed at how cold the material of the bleachers were under your bare legs, your skirt just a little too short to properly save you from the bite of it. Though, the suddenness of the temperature passed without another thought, and you rested your hands on your lap as your eyes watched the boys on the court before you. Each powerful in their own respect, each able to lift much more than just your weight, each being quick in their reactions given the moment a ball flew onto their side of the court. Just watching from the sidelines filled you with determination to be just as great in your own club activities.

Only, that was the only reason you were able to witness the procession of this club – yours had been cancelled for the day.

Biting your bottom lip, you sat up a little straighter as your eyes caught a specific head of spiky brown hair as they strolled in from outside – donning their teal practice uniform with a green colored practice jersey – a large white 1 printed on the front and back. For only a moment, you wondered why he’d always choose the number 1 practice jersey when he was technically number 4 on the official court – but that question came and went as his dark green eyes flickered up to the bleachers and met your eyes.

Before you could wave at him, though, you felt a presence take their seat beside you, behind you, around you. Your back straightened just a little more – you were being stared at intensely. Gulping down your brief fear, you turned your attention to the presence next to you, “Oh, good afternoon, Sayori!” You smiled sweetly at the girl beside you, a ‘good’ friend of yours from your class.

“Ah, Good afternoon, ______-san!” Sayori smiled widely at you, then her eyes were on the boys on the court, “Were you hoping for Oikawa-san to have a few minutes to talk to you?”

“Going to give Oikawa-san a cute ‘good luck’ kiss before practice?” Yuri asked from behind you, prompting you to turn your head to see her properly, your eyes wide at her forwardness.

You felt a blush dust your cheeks, “Ah… N-no!” It wasn’t Oikawa that you wanted to give a ‘good luck’ kiss to.

Marai tsked at your blush, “No, no, no, _______-san! We have to make sure your love with Oikawa-san stays true and perfect! Think of us as your little Cherubs of love!” You wanted to deny any sort of attraction to Oikawa – you’d seen too much to know exactly why he wasn’t your type, but the girls weren’t going to hear it! They didn’t even give you the chance to deny their claims before they were pulling you down the stairs of the bleachers.

“Oikawa-san!” Sayori cooed happily from the sidelines, waving her arms excitedly to get the Captain’s attention.

Oikawa tried to ignore the girl, puffing his cheeks out in a pout as he turned so his back was to the group of girls. He hadn’t seen you amongst the group, “Oh? Aren’t you going to answer them, Captain?” Matsukawa inquired as he took a mouthful from his water bottle, Hanamaki raising his eyebrow curiously as he rubbed his face with his towel.

But the captain only snorted and shook his head, “I have no time for little girls like that.” Oikawa turned his attention to his teammates, “We have a lot of work to do to be able to win our tournament next week! I’m not going to be distracted by a bunch of cute-“

“Oikawa-san! We have your girlfriend!” Marai called with a wide smile, causing the Captain to turn to the group of girls with a confused face. Girlfriend? This was news to him! Matsukawa laughed at how easy it was to gain their Captain’s attention, but his laughter soon died as Hanamaki directed his best friend’s gaze at the group of girls. But this only made Matsukawa snicker as he caught a glimpse of your pink face.

The captain trotted over to the group of girls, “Ladies, Ladies! You have to leave me alone while I practice! How can I be the Grand King of Seijoh if you won’t let me do my work here?” Oikawa pouted at the girls, his brown eyes scanning each of their faces before he landed on yours. His eyebrows furrowed as everything suddenly clicked. “Oh? ________-chan? What’re you doing here?”

Before you could answer, Sayori giggled and pushed you towards Oikawa, making you trip over your own feet and fall forward. Oikawa was quick to grab you – knowing the repercussions to his health your falling would cause! “She came to see her boyfriend! Go on, ______-san! Give him a good luck kiss!”

Then lips were pressed against yours, and you went to push at the assailants chest to get away when you tasted their familiarity. You hummed happily and wrapped your arms around their neck. “_-______-san!” Gasps of shock, the titter of quiet whispers, raising questions to themselves about everything they thought they knew about the two most popular people in their small, shallow world.

You gasped as your assailant pulled from the kiss, giving you a shark of a smile before leaning down and pressing his lips against your nose, “Hajime!” You giggled, leaning up and pressing your lips against his once more.

“My, my, Iwa-chan! No need to assert your dominance! I wasn’t going to touch, _____chan!” Oikawa smiled proudly at his best friend’s confidence – it was just a few days ago that the two of you were worried about coming out as a couple! And now the two of you had already graduated to public affection? It brought a swell of pride to Oikawa’s chest!

Iwaizumi waved off his best friend, his lips still pressed against yours, a smile on his lips as you giggled in his arms. You hummed happily and pulled away from the kiss, your cheeks flush with your embarrassment of such a display, but also from your breathlessness of being kissed so passionately! Then you remembered the audience you’d been entertaining before your boyfriend had stolen your attention, your affection. The girls stared at you with wide eyes – dumbfounded that you were actually dating the ace of the team rather than the captain! It was unheard of in their small worlds! Popular Queens ended up with Popular Kings! That’s how the equation worked! But you held your arms around your boyfriend’s neck, gasping out a laugh when he placed hungry open mouthed kisses to your neck, “Hajime!” You squirmed in his arms, now pushing against his chest and giving him a playfully disapproving look. “Go practice before I steal you away!” You swatted at his butt, making the ace jump a foot in the air but for his hungry expression to come back full force.

“Is that a promise?” You scoffed and pushed against his broad shoulders, “Okay, okay!” Iwaizumi gave up on making his point to your ‘friends’. You were his girl. Not Oikawas. Not anyone else’s! His and his alone.

Your smile was dreamy as you watched him trot back over to his teammates, Matsukawa slapping him on the back, Hanamaki making a comment that brought a wide smile to Iwaiumi’s face. Then Oikawa made a playfully snide remark, and Matsukawa grabbed at Iwaizumi’s arm before he could go fight the captain. “You see, ladies….” The girls turned their attention to you, but you only had eyes for Iwaizumi, “Why have a king when you can have a knight?”

I feel like this wasn’t my best work… but it’s the best I could do for today 😦 Hope you all don’t mind!

What do you mean? This was super fun and great! I love confident Iwa-chan surrounded by supportive bros!

Dominance: Part 4

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And the main event! I might write more, if I get inspiration or there’s interest. Please enjoy!
~Admin Emma

Part 1
Part 2
Part 3

@tsuumei / @duuuurtystuff art that started it all

The ride home had been absolutely torturous. Asahi refused to respond to your hand on his thigh, passively staring out the window and holding your hand in his. A ghost of a smirk played on the corner of his lips, and every time the private car took a turn, he used the opportunity to press further into your hip. You scowled–bastard was doing it on purpose. You’d never been happier to see his apartment complex as the driver pulled into the resident drop off area. It took all your self control not to scramble out of the car and haul Asahi conspicuously into the elevator. You knew him–if he would barely touch you in the car, there was a solid chance he wouldn’t ravish you in the elevator.

You were right.

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Amazing Emma!! I reblogged part 4 cause it has links to the rest of the story. Make sure to start with part 1 of course!

I LOVE Bungo Stray Dogs! Just watched it this year! So how about a crossover ask? Head canons for Hinata, Yamaguchi and Yachi being in the armed detective agency. What are their abilities , how did they join, etc? Thank you!

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Yamaguchi Tadashi

I think it would be control over a lesser-used element, such as ink, glass, blood, dust, paper, etc. Something that doesn’t have a versatile amount of functions, but he’s practiced it so often that it’s great when he can use it.

I think he would join with Tsukishima, purely because Tsukishima joined. He wouldn’t want his close friend to be alone and he also likes the idea of using his powers for good.

Most of the time, he stays back in the agency and doesn’t go on missions. He’s more of a record-keeper/secretary, but he’s also good at getting information from targets purely because of how harmless he appears. He also does investigation work.

Hinata Shouyou

His ability would be enhanced physicality. At its base level, he’d be able to jump higher than the average person, and he would also have an incredible amount of speed. His ability is enhanced whenever he has allies around, giving him enhanced strength and stamina. The more allies at his side during combat, the strong he gets.

The drawback to this ability is that it’s hard to control his strength. He can misjudge his leaps or underestimate how much damage he’s going to do with a punch.

He’d likely be a frontline fighter, deployed whenever violence is expected to happen. He’s definitely not a detective or anything like that.

Yachi Hitoka

The ability to bring life into her drawings. She can use her drawings to help her get to higher places or create minions to fight for her/assist her allies.

However, she’s not that strong herself. So she’s usually more of a supporting role. She uses her abilities to make back up for her allies.

Purely a secretary, only deployed in combat when necessary. Hinata and Kageyama have taught her self-defense, and how to use the size of her enemies against them. However, she doesn’t really have the stomach for hardcore detective work.

OMG THESE ARE PERFECT! And now I want a HaikyuuxBSD crossover so bad it hurts! Thank you so much!

Guys, make sure you head over to drop as ask to these guys, this was amazing! Maybe even help me out by indulging in my need of more if this crossover!