Author: jadehqknb

Fluff responses for Sweetheart Saturday

haiykuties:

*Cracks knuckles* Let’s.get.fluffy!

(Some are short, some are long but all are fluffy, I hope you all enjoy! I had so much fun putting these together!)

Cooking for Tanaka / Feeding Asahi

Tanaka

From the moment he walks in the door Tanaka’s mouth is watering. “Babe, what’re you making?” he hollers while slipping out of his shoes.

“Just simple stir-fry and rice,” you call back, jumping slightly when you feel hands on your waist. For someone so loud, Ryu certainly knows how to sneak up on you when he wants.

He nuzzles his nose in the crook of your neck making you giggle. “There’s something else, what’re you hiding?” he asks tickling your sides.

Squirming, you smack his hand playfully. “Spoil sport,” you grumble but there’s no ire to your tone. Turning your head to look at his face you smile. “I also have melon pan baking.”

He releases you to jump back, pumping his fist in the air. “Yes! My girlfriend is a freaking goddess!” He grabs his phone, taking a picture of you cooking and posts it to his Instagram, tagging Noya and Asahi, the caption reading: My girlfriend cooks for me, I’m the luckiest guy in the world!

Asahi

Worn from a long practice and frustrated that his spikes weren’t as good as he preferred, Asahi flops onto the couch, a deep sigh pulling from his lips.

“Asahi, baby, is that you?” he hears called from the kitchen.

“Yeah,” he answers through a yawn.

Your head pops between the threshold, eyes furrowed in concern. Usually he at least gives you a kiss on the cheek or something. When you see his posture, you know today was a rough one. Taking a deep breath, you head back in the kitchen, gather his meal and walk it out on a tray.

Asahi is so lost in self deprecating thoughts he doesn’t notice you until you’re siding astride his lap. “Wha…oh hey lovie. Sorry, I’m just- ufm!” His apologies and explanation are silenced by a piece of sushi. As he begins to chew, Asahi finally looks at what’s in front of him: a platter of homemade sushi and glasses of cool lemon grass tea. Swallowing, he chuckles, “Not that I don’t appreciate it but what’s the occasion?”

“Does there have to be one?” He watches you pick up another piece, this time without chopsticks, blushing as you place it in front of his lips. You lock eyes and nod, prompting him to open up and accept the offered food. “You had a rough day, baby, I can tell, so let me take care of you.”

Asahi nods, taking a long drink of the tea, then leans forward to kiss you. Pulling back he whispers, “You know dessert has always been my favorite.”

Kenma coffee and apple pie at home date playing Overwatch and cuddling

Dating for Kenma has been…interesting. He’s tried, valiantly in his opinion, to make sure to take you out as frequently as his reclusive nature will allow. It doesn’t help that Kuroo teased him about “hiding you away” or questioning if he was hiding the relationship for some reason. And though he knows his best friend is only jesting, his insecurity about his ability to make you happy flared up something fierce.

But if he’s honest, he’s exhausted and of course it would have to be today of all days that his want…no…his need to stay indoors away from the world has reached a fever pitch.

And it’s your anniversary.

Walking up to your door, clad in simple jeans and a t-shirt with his favorite video game character on it that you gave him for his birthday, he presses his finger to the doorbell.

After a moment, you open the door and just as he’s about to greet you he’s overwhelmed by the smell of hot apples, cinnamon and…coffee?

“Kozume-kun!” you exclaim, throwing the door all the way open to draw him inside.

“He…hey,” he replies, arms wrapping around your waist after a second’s hesitation. He’s still not used to touching you so intimately even after a year.

“Take off your shoes and get comfortable,” you assert, nodding to the couch.

Following the trail of your eyes, his own widen as the sight of a simple sandwich dinner coupled with his favorite chips and a few other snacks come into view. On the TV, the title screen for Overwatch loops.

He looks at you, relief evident on his face. “Go on,” you insist with a big smile. He nods a few times, heading to the couch as directed while you retrieve drinks from the fridge. While playing, both of you consume the simple meal you constructed (including the delicious homemade apple pie) before you lean against one arm of the couch, drawing Kenma between your legs to wrap all your limbs around him.

Planting a kiss on the side of his neck you whisper, “Happy anniversary.”

He pauses the game, sets the controller down and turns, planting a long but sweet kiss to your lips. When he pulls back he whispers back, “I love you.”

Bokuto hugs and snuggles

Bokuto can tell the moment you walk in his room that something’s wrong. “Babe, hey, what’s going on?” he asks setting down his pencil and standing up.

You shrug, eyes cast to the floor. “I…I don’t know…I guess I’m just,” you take in a deep breath. “I’m lonely,” you confess, words barely above a whisper.

Guilt strikes Bokuto like a punch to the gut. He knows he’s been busy, focused not only on practice but the need to stay on top of his grades and get ready for college entrance exams. It’s his hope to earn a scholarship but the best laid plans and all that. But now is not the time for self-deprecation or putting himself in a place where he needs you to draw him back up again. He needs to be strong.

You start when he draws you close in a quick firm embrace, face nuzzling into your hair. “I’m sorry,” he offers, pecking your cheek. You clutch to his shirt, knuckles nestled against his firm back and take a deep breath. He smells faintly of coconut oil. Strong arms lift you easily, carrying you to the bed where he lays on his back, nestling you on top of him.

Idly he draws patterns on your back, the sensation of his touch drawing goosebumps to the surface. His other hand twirls a piece of your hair as he asks, “What do you want to do?”

“This,” you reply, smothering your face against his chest and his deep chuckle makes you smile.

You spend the rest of the night talking about everything and nothing and falling just a little bit more in love with each other.

Cuddling on the couch with Inuoka watching Studio Ghibli

“Ugh, I hate this part,” you whine, turning away from the screen to hide your face against Inuoka’s chest. His laugh is bright as he wraps his arms around your back.

“Sweetie, you’ve seen this movie, what, like 10 times? You know it’s coming,” he teases.

“Yes, but it’s still scary,” you complain, eyes refusing to watch as “No face” chases the main heroine through the bathhouse halls.

He laughs again, a bit softer this time but tightens his embrace and plants a kiss to the top of your head. “Well, you know I’m always here to protect you.”

Tendou as wingman for Ushijima, Ushijima as big sweetheart

“So, which one do you want?” Tendou asks casting his eyes around the bar. Ushijima looks about, expression neutral and shrugs making the red head sigh. “Dude, as your best buddy it is my job to ensure your college experience is not boring. Now, pick one!”

Roaming his eyes over the room, Ushijima shrugs again. Tendou takes a deep breath. “Look, I’m gonna get us some beers, maybe a bit of alcohol will loosen you up. Just stay put.”

Nodding once, Ushijima watches his friend go. A moment later, he’s startled as someone plows into him, almost sending his chair toppling over. Looking up he’s met with wide eyes full of apprehension.

“I…I’m sorry, I…I wasn’t watching and-”

You cast a look over your shoulder, gasping when your ex-boyfriend makes a beeline for you. Without thinking, Ushijima pulls you on to his lap, your startled gasp lost in the din of the patrons around you. The volleyball ace locks eyes with the approaching male, daring him to continue his advance. You see your ex falter, torn between anger and fear but fear wins out and he back peddles, getting swallowed by the crowd a moment later.

“Thank you,” you breathe turning to look at your rescuer.

“No problem,” he replies.

“I’m _______,” you offer, extending a shaky hand to him.

He takes it, shaking once before supplying, “Ushijima Wakatoshi.”

Just as you’re about to get up you hear from behind, “Geez and here I thought you needed help.”

Looking over your shoulder, you’re startled to see a second male, also tall but with fire red hair holding two beers and an incredulous look on his face. Flushing brightly, you’re just about to offer explanations when he sets down his burden, casting a, “Have fun, Toshi,” over his shoulder before he too disappears amongst the throng of people.

A hand settles on your waist, drawing your attention back to Ushijima-san. “So, ______,” he begins, picking up one of the beers and handing it to you, “do you go to school around here?”

Still slightly stunned by this turn of events, you entirely forget that you’re still sitting upon the lap of a stranger, but the longer you talk and he listens, offering small commentary here and there, the less he feels like one.

Nose kisses, tickling, watching shitty horror movies, cuddling, baking with Kuroo

“What time are the guys getting here again?” you ask, arm tiring as the batter you’re stirring begins to thicken.

Kuroo’s long arms wrap around you, hands extracting the bowl and spoon to take over your burden. Leaning down, his breath against your neck makes you shiver as he replies, “Two hours, so stop worrying. Everything will be fine. Why are you so stressed about this?”

You pout, looking over your shoulder. “I’m not stressed, I just want everything to be perfect. This is my first time meeting them and they’re important to you and what if they don’t like me and-Kuroo!”

His hands tickling your ribcage effectively cut off your worrywart rambles. Skirting under his arm, you try to get away but his supremely long limbs make catching up to you easy. He’s back to tickling you, your laughter increasing to a pitched whine the longer he goes. He only stops when you’re practically breathless, body slacking against his when you realize he really intends to stop.

Tilting up your chin, his nose nuzzles yours. “They’ll love you,” he assures replacing his nose with his lips to peck you lightly.

A couple hours later finds you and the entirety of the Nekoma volleyball team ensconced in chairs, couches and the floor of Kuroo’s living room, all of you spluttering and making commentary at the horrid horror movie he picked to watch.

“Could this be any cheesier?” Yaku complains stuffing his mouth with popcorn.

“You know you love it,” chides his captain flinging said snack at his head.

You snicker, extracting yourself from Kuroo’s side to get more drinks. As you re-enter the room you hear Yamamoto say, “________’s amazing! You’re such a lucky bastard, Kuroo-san!”

From over his shoulder Kuroo smirks at you. “I know,” he replies with a wink.

 

HUGE spine cracking hug from Iwaizumi (lol)

Bouncing on the balls of your feet, you scan the crowds eagerly. The week has gone by so slowly, each day feeling like a week within itself since Hajime left for training camp.

“_______, over here!” His deep voice carries over the hum of travelers and you shoot your eyes in the direction of its origin.

Rushing forward, you push through throngs of people. When your eyes land on him, you suck in a breath. You know it’s not possible, but his arms look bigger than you remember. Without pause, you launch yourself into those arms, arms you’ve craved, arms you’ve dreamt about.

He squeezes tightly, face buried against your neck.

*Crack* You gasp slightly, relief flooding your body but Hajime almost drops you in his distress. “Was that your back? Oh my god, did I hurt you? Are you ok?” he shouts, so overcome with worry that he forgets your ear is right next to his mouth.

“I’ve been trying to get that spot all week,” you reply, kissing him.

Iwaizumi is so lost in the sensation of your mouth that he doesn’t even hear Oikawa teasing him for being indecent in public. Or rather, he hears him, he just doesn’t give a shit.

Holding hands with Akaashi

Despite the coolness of the theatre, you’re sweating bullets. And it’s not because of the action movie in front of you, quite frankly you’re glad that Bokuto chose one with such a simple plot because if anyone were to ask you what happened in the last hour and fifteen minutes you wouldn’t be able to form an intelligible answer.

No, the reason you’ve got a racing pulse and sweaty palms is because he’s right next to you. He being the most beautiful boy you’ve ever met. Sure, it’s not common to affirm males as beautiful but he is! From his slightly tousled hair to his natural bedroom eyes, just one glance from him sends your heart into overdrive.

Hence, the minor panic attack ensuing at just the brush of his pinky finger against yours. It was an innocent mistake, both of you reaching for popcorn from the ginormous bucket Bokuto ordered to share with everyone.

But the contact felt electric and left you craving more.

Unconsciously, you rub your hands against your jeans again, dispelling sweat and butter from your skin, the latter no doubt staining the material but you don’t care about that right now. All you can think about is him, his breathing, his scent, his hand-

Which is now gripping yours. Shooting your eyes up to his face, you’re startled to see him looking right at you. “You’re going to rub your skin raw,” he whispers, thumb tracing gently over the palm of your hand. “Better let me keep at least one of them safe,” he concludes, turning his head to face the screen once more, sly smile teasing his lips.

As you settle down, you take time to revel in the appreciation that what you always suspected is right; his hands are so soft.

Baking, cuddles and Disney movies with with Aone

*Ding* The sound of your kitchen timer peals out cheerily.

“Oooo, they’re ready!” you squeal, rushing to the oven and opening its door. From within a warm, mouthwatering scent of wafts out. Grabbing hot pads, you carefully extract the sheet filled with oozing, triple chocolate chunk cookies. From behind, you hear the fridge door open and cast a quick glance at Aone pulling out the pitcher of milk before reaching up and grabbing two tall glasses from the cupboard.

Eager to try your new recipe, you set down the tray, quickly setting one cookie after the other on the cooling rack, though you know more than likely you’ll still end up burning your tongue.

Aone makes his way to the living room, setting down your drinks just as you reach him, a platter piled high with the delectable treats joining their natural accompaniment.

“Did you pick one?” you ask looking up at Aone’s face.

Nodding once, he flicks on the TV, the title screen for Wreck-It-Ralph pops up.

“Ooooo, I haven’t seen this one yet,” you exclaim, happily tucking your feet under yourself on the couch and taking a bite of cookie. It’s ooey, gooey and oh so delicious that you moan in appreciation, the sound drawing a faint flush to Aone’s cheeks. He ignores it, sitting down a little away from you before reaching for a cookie as well. Your hand upon his stops him, his face turning to look at you with slight confusion.

“Here,” you offer, holding out the bitten cookie. Blush intensifying, the gentle giant leans forward, taking a small bite. His eyes grow wide. “Good?” you ask and he nods rapidly.

“Don’t sit so far away,” you grumble, practically climbing into his lap. It makes eating the cookies and milk a bit awkward, but Aone wouldn’t trade having you in his embrace for anything.

Asahi walks in on s/o dancing and singing in underwear and baggy tee

A swivel here, a pop there, your hips move to the beat pulsing in your earbuds as you dance about in blissful ignorance to the fact that Asahi is currently having a minor heart attack watching you. He knows it’s wrong, knows he should look away but how can he when your legs are so exposed and your body is moving so sensuously and…good god he’s going to get a nose bleed if he doesn’t stop staring right now!

Throwing a glance over your shoulder, you wink and crook your finger in a “come hither” motion. Ok, so maybe you weren’t so unaware that he was there. Maybe you timed it perfectly for his entrance into your room and maybe, just maybe, you wanted him to see you.

He swallows thickly, pulse beating in his ears almost as loudly as the tunes in yours.

“Come on, Asahi-san,” you coo, “dance with me.”

Lev giving his s/o stuffed animals “so you don’t miss me when I’m gone”

“I’ll call you every night,” Lev’s says stuffing two more pairs of shorts and three shirts haphazardly in his bag. He rushes to the bathroom to grab his toothpaste and brush. “And I’ll text you after every win,” he calls.

Snapping his fingers, he dives into his closet, throwing items this way and that. “Now where did I…ah ha!” he exclaims, long lithe body standing to his full height once more.

As he turns, into view comes a stuffed kitten, black with green eyes. Placing it in your hands, his own grasp your shoulders and he looks in your eyes. “For snuggling with while I’m not here, so you don’t miss me while I’m gone.”

You smile, tilting up on tiptoes to plant a peck on his lips. Taking his hand, you walk with him to the school, the rest of the team waving as the two of you arrive. Lev envelopes you in a long, tight hug, your feet dangling. “I’ll see you in a week,” he says kissing you one last time.

Later than night, as he’s preparing for bed, he’s surprised to find a teddy bear nestled under his clothes. Drawing it out, he hugs it, pleased to find you’ve sprayed his favorite perfume that you only wear for him on it. Taking in a deep breath, he smiles at your note: “So you don’t miss me while you’re gone.”

He does, he misses you every minute, but when he lays down, bear tucked under his arm, the sting of you not being here is a little less and he sleeps easy every night.  

Sneaking up behind and pouncing for rainy day cuddles with Hinata

The rain beats against the window which fogs as your breath hits it. It’s been raining for days on end, the sun refusing to shine. Normally you enjoy this weather, but something about today is drawing up your melancholy.

A creaking floorboard is all the warning you receive before Hinata springs, body landing upon your back and lips descending on your cheek. “_______!” he exclaims and you can’t help giggling when he tickles your neck with his hair.

“Come cuddle with me,” he says happily and you nod, allowing yourself to be drawn to the loveseat, the storm now a comforting background as Hinata’s warmth envelopes your entire being.

You were wrong, the sun did show up today.

Cuddles with Suga

The blaring of your alarm makes you groan. Why does he have to get up so damn early? Rolling over, you slam a hand to the snooze button, mumbling something about starting breakfast but before you can get up, Suga pulls you into his arms.

“Five more minutes,” he mumbles against your back.

“Koushi-kun, you’ll be late and you know how those boys are. Especially Daichi.”

His grip tightens, lips pressing delicate kisses to your skin making it hum. “They can start without me, I’m not letting you go. Besides, that’s the beauty of having two coaches. One of us can be late if we need.” He rolls closer, leg draping over your hips. “Or if we just choose to.”

You sigh dramatically but smile, hands settling over his and squeezing as your eyes close once more, content to lay in the arms of your love for as long as he wants. 

I’m dying squirtle

All this fluff is just so cute okay

I’m just….so happy

~Admin Kay (#*cries*)

Fluffy fluff I put together based on confessions and head canons over at @haiykuties Sweetheart Saturday event! A nice pause from writing bad boys! Enjoy!

Hello my dear! I was wondering if I could request a Yakuza! Kasamatsu where he originally kidnaps reader because her family owes a lot of money. But even when they manage to pay it off, he keeps her because he ends up falling in love with her? However, he lets reader decide if she wants to stay with him or leave?

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A/N: Everyone is aged
up, therefore, Kasamatsu is not his normal, blushing, can’t talk to women self.
That’s all fun and good but I wanted something a bit different with this one
and I hope you all enjoy it. Also, the essence of your ask is here just changed
up a little. I hope you love it!

Kasamatsu sighs, rubbing
the sides of his head. This is the part of his job he hates. No, scratch that,
he hates his whole existence in this fucked up world he’s been forced to
partake in but there’s nothing for it; he has nowhere else to go and he’s in
too deep to ever get out.

Imayoshi smiles, that
insincere, nefarious smile of his as their latest captive, or as he likes to
call them collateral, is ushered kicking and screaming into one of the “guest
rooms”.

“Quite the feisty one,
eh?” he asks looking at Kise.

The blonde snorts but
his eyes haven’t lost their gleam. If anything, they’re brighter. “Well if it
were easy all the time that would spoil some of the fun, now wouldn’t it?”

Kasamatsu shakes his
head, still perplexed how this can be the same guy they recruited a year ago.

They didn’t even have to
work that hard to persuade him, in fact he came along a little too willingly
for Kasamatsu’s taste. He remembers thinking Kise was a happy go lucky type of
guy, all sing song voice and flirty eyes, which now given his job as a lure
works well in their favor. But time has worn away that persona, at least behind
closed doors, and Kise’s revealed himself to be quite the deviant and sadistic
bastard. He thinks little of almost everyone, barely respecting his higher ups
and that’s mostly due to risk of punishment.

You think you know a
guy.

Banging is heard upon
the locked door, the woman’s voice shrill and penetrating. “Kindly get her to
stuff a sock in it, Kasamatsu,” Imayoshi orders.

The brunette grunts
something akin to “yes sir” before striding to the door. He yanks it open
sharply, a startled cry and wide eyes greeting him. He feels his heart almost
stop; she’s gorgeous. Not just that but there’s fire, passion, drive in her
eyes. She refuses to be a victim so matter how much she is one now.

“What the hell is this?
I demand that you release me! Do you know who my father is?” she yells getting
right in his face. Yep, she’s a brave one. He pushes her back hard enough to
land on the bed before slamming the door and crossing his arms.

“One, keep your mouth
shut or else I’ll make your stay infinitely less comfortable with a rope and
gag,” he says, voice calm and even. He watches her swallow her retort. “Two,
we’re very aware of who your father is. Are you
aware of the debt he owes Imayoshi? Of the bad investments and the lying and
the book cooking?”

Her eyes get wider and
wider with every word he utters, tears clinging to long lashes. “I guess that’s
a no,” he remarks leaning against the door. Closing his eyes, Kasamatsu inhales
a deep breath through his nose then opens his eyes once more to meet her gaze.
“The grace period ended and when Imayoshi sent his collector, your father
couldn’t pay. So, you’re here as collateral.” He brushes imaginary dust from
his suit just to avoid her eyes. “Which means, as long as you follow orders,
you can roam freely in the manor. Well, mostly free, since I’ll be accompanying
you to make sure you don’t run off or get yourself killed somehow.”

He opens the door,
turning to look over his shoulder. “For now, I suggest you take a shower and
change into something more comfortable. I’ll see to it that you get something
to eat.” Then he’s gone, locking the door from behind which he hears renewed
sobbing.

He sighs again. He
really hates this.

Days later and he’s
ready to punch a wall. He thought his new charge would have some sense of
self-preservation but no, she challenges anyone and everyone she encounters, but
mostly him.

“What the fuck is wrong
with you?” he hisses. “Are you trying to get yourself maimed? Or killed?” He’s
got her by the wrist having just caught her trying to escape for the third
time.

“You can’t hurt me,” she
reasons, “If I’m collateral then part of the agreement must be my safe return, unharmed.”

“For someone who’s
family is so deep in the business you sure are stupid about it. For one, your theory
is completely wrong. The only reason you’re still in such good condition is
because I’m in charge of you. But what exactly do you think will happen if you
do manage to escape huh?” Kasamatsu snaps, his voice rising as he pushes up her
against the wall, hands tightly squeezing her shoulders.

Her eyes are blown wide
at his proximity and the intensity of his gaze. “You think this is a fucking
game? That if you escape you win? Debt dropped because you were clever?”

He huffs, shaking his
head and looking down momentarily before meeting her eyes again. “If you
escape, what do you think the next step is in paying the debt? I’ll tell you. Imayoshi
will merely up the cost. Instead of a live hostage, he’ll cut his loss and your father’s life short.”

She inhales sharply,
tears leaking down her face. “And he’ll send me to do it as punishment for letting you get away,” he continues,
tone bitter.

“That…that’s…” she
stutters.

He glares deeper at her.
“I hate killing, always have always will. I don’t want this life but I’m stuck
to it like a curse. And,” he looks to the door, lowering his voice and hoping
his initial outburst wasn’t overhead before looking back at her, “if you keep
disobeying me, Imayoshi will remove you from my charge to someone more…adept at
breaking people.”

“How true that is, my
dear,” Imayoshi says from the doorway making both Kasamatsu and her jump. He
strides forward, pushing aside his subordinate to roughly clasp her by the
chin. Face inches from hers, he speaks in a low menacing tone, and though he
looks at her, his words are for Kasamatsu.  

“If I hear that this
little bird has spread her wings a bit too far one more time, I’ll let Hanamiya
clip them. Understood?” He meets his eyes back to Kasamatsu.

“Yes sir,” comes the
quick reply.

Imayoshi releases her
chin, giving her a slight smack on the cheek. “Count your lucky stars that
you’re in Kasa’s care, little bird. He’s one of our more…tenderhearted
members.”

Standing to his full
height, Imayoshi straightens his tie and jacket, sending one last look to
Kasamatsu before turning on his heel and exiting the library. Exhaling a long
breath, the remaining male takes her by the elbow guiding her out into the hall.

“Who…who’s Hanamiya?”
she asks numbly.

Kasamatsu tightens his
grip on her arm. “Trust me, you’re far better off not knowing. By the time his
last collateral’s family paid off their debt the damage was already done.”

“What do you mean?”

He meets his eyes to
hers. “She ended up in a mental institution.”  

Since the day in the
library, things have been relatively easier with her, at least in terms of her
sticking around. She’s still snarky and full of sass but mostly just to annoy
him. If he didn’t know any better, he’d say she was flirting.

But that may just be
wishful thinking.

Because resistance is
futile against this woman and he can feel himself succumbing to her charms.
Especially when she smiles. It’s uncanny how much a simple tilt of her lips in
an upward trajectory can lift his spirits, though he’s careful not to show any indication
of such a thing.

Or at least he thought
he was until Kise remarks, “If you keep making puppy eyes at her I’m going
to puke.”

Kasamatsu sends him a
glare but doesn’t respond, knowing it will only make him worse. The blonde
snickers, parting with, “Don’t go falling in love with her. Either way,
she won’t be staying forever.”

As he walks away,
Kasamatsu clenches his fist, striking the wall in his irritation; Kise’s right.
This whole arrangement won’t be indefinite. Imayoshi may be a patient man but
he also has a reputation to maintain.

And everybody pays in
one way or another.

It’s like self-fulfilling
prophecy. Time has gone by rapidly and Kasamatsu can see the changes in her.
She’s more relaxed around him, willing to smile more, even laugh out loud
sometimes, usually over a book she’s reading or movie she’s watching. And he
can feel the changes in himself. The unnecessary touches to her body, a guiding
hand on her back as they walk through the manor, a hand out to assist her from
her chair. The way he thinks about her constantly, even when he’s in his room
and she in hers.

He knows it’s stupid,
stupid and dangerous but they don’t call it falling for nothing and he’s
falling hard and fast.

The manor is quiet, most
of the other members either off for the night having a drink or a screw (or
most likely both) or on jobs of their own. The past month has been building to
this crossroad and Kasamatsu stands rock solid like he’s wearing concrete shoes,
his eyes fixed on her face as she inches closer to him.

Her hand settles on his
neck, sending shockwaves through his nerves but he remains still. Slowly she leans
forward, breath teasing the sensitive flesh of his lips. “This is just…stress
release, you understand?”

“Are you trying to
convince me or yourself?” he asks bluntly.

“Screw you,”
she breathes closing the distance kissing him harshly.

Kasamatsu can’t stop his
hands from moving, one wrapping in her hair while the other locks onto her hip.
“If you say so,” he counters huskily.

He pushes her into the
mattress, mouth and tongue caressing every inch of flesh exposed. She arches
and moans, holding onto him so tight he wonders if he’ll bruise. And when she
crests her peak, moaning loudly, “Yukio,” he knows he’s a lost man.

When it’s over, he
leaves at her behest, her reasoning that if they keep it to just fucking it’ll
be less complicated. “Whatever,” he mumbles pulling up his pants and
tossing on his shirt, not bothering to button up the latter.

It happens again three
days later in the storeroom after dinner and then two nights after that in the
pool house after dusk.

They both keep saying
their trysts can’t continue, he because of attachment issues, she because the
more she feels for him the more she feels a traitor to her family. But they
can’t stop, it’s like an addiction, it goes beyond want to need and keeps
getting deeper no matter how many times in so many words they tell themselves
they don’t care.

The veil of mutual lies
falls even lower tonight when Kasamatsu rises to leave and feels her hand wrap
around his wrist.

“Stay,” she
says, the word quiet in the dark, a plea as much as it is an order. And
Kasamatsu realizes as he lays back down, drawing her into his embrace, that the
roles of warden and captor have switched or at the very least become mutual.

Because he’s irrevocably
in love with her.

The day comes, the day
he’s dreaded since he first laid eyes on her. If he’s honest, he probably fell
for her then, hair flying wild, eyes full of fear but determination. She was
like no one he’d ever met before and he wants nothing more than to keep her by
his side. But it’s not his choice, nothing in this god forsaken world he lives
in is his choice. It’s orders, orders, orders.

And his orders are to
take her home.

Through some miracle
(more likely an extreme generous or unfortunate “benefactor”) her father’s debt
is cleared. She’s no longer a captive of the Yakuza, but she’s definitely
Kasamatu’s.

“I don’t want to go
back, Yukio, I want to stay here. With you,” she confesses as he gathers her
bag filled with items acquired during her time with him.

His head falls back on a
sigh, arms going slack before he looks at her. “You know that’s not possible.
And even if it were, I wouldn’t let you.”

She crosses her arms,
finger nails digging into her small biceps, teeth mangling her bottom lip. He
knows she hates showing weakness but she can’t help wearing her emotions in the
open, her heart on her sleeve. “Why?” she whispers, eyes closing in effort to
trap her tears.

He flops her bag on the
bed to draw her into his arms, inhaling deeply to take in the scent of her. He draws
back, hand caressing her cheek as he stares in her eyes. They’re so pure still,
so full of hope and life and good that
it pains him. Everything he’s ever wanted is right here in his arms but he
absolutely will not keep it, will not keep her. Because she’s too good for his
world.

A dark chuckle almost
escapes his lips as memory takes hold of a boy from long ago, one wearing a
high school basketball jersey and knee-high socks, who for the life of him
couldn’t even speak coherently to a
girl let alone do the things and say the words he’s done and said with her.

He opens his mouth but
the moment is broken by a knock at the door. Separating from her, Kasamatsu
opens the door revealing Sakurai, who bows low.

“I’m sorry, but the car
is waiting,” he says voice shaking.

Kasamatsu nods once
dismissing him. Turning back around, he walks to the bed and picks up her bag
before placing his hand upon her back, a familiar gesture he doesn’t even
bother hiding anymore. “Come on, it’s time to go,” he says quietly.

The drive to her home is
silent, save for muffled sniffles coming from beside him. She insisted she ride
up front, the last time she’d have to be by his side. As they reach her family home,
Kasamatsu sees her face scrunching up in an attempt not to cry. She fails
miserably. It pierces his heart but he can’t, he won’t be selfish. It’s for her own good that she returns to her
family, even if they are tied to the business. There’s still time for her to get
out, to make a life of her own away from it. Which means, away from him.  

He stops the car and
gets out, popping the trunk to gather her bag before reaching the passenger
door. Opening it, he holds out his hand but she won’t take it, won’t even look
at him. “Hey, come on, they’re waiting for you,” he grunts.

She shakes her head.
Groaning softly, Kasamatsu drops his burden to the ground and reaches in tugging
her out, easily moving her smaller frame with his larger one. When she
collapses in his arms he dies a little more inside. “Please,” he mumbles in her
hair, “you have to go.” Her head moves back, eyes full of tears. Then suddenly,
she puts distance between them just enough to rear back and smack him across
the face.

“I love you,” she chokes
out. He stays silent. “And I know you love me too Yukio, you may never have
said it but I could feel it! I could see, can
see it, right now, so why? Why are you doing this?” she shouts.

He grabs her shoulders
roughly, pushing her back against the closed door of the car, bearing the
weight of his soul in his eyes. “Because I love you too much to corrupt you!
I’m nothing! I have nothing! You think I want to stay with the Yakuza, that I
want to be Imayoshi’s errand bitch boy? I don’t have a fucking choice! He owns
me! Body, soul, mind, all of it, until I die which could be any moment of any
day!” He’s breathing hard, muscles tense and teeth grit. He grabs her chin,
kissing her hard, hot and deep. He doesn’t care if anyone sees this, he’s
making a statement and wants the whole fucking world to hear it.

Pulling away, their
breaths mingle as he says softly, “I will love you until the day I die, but I
will not let you throw away your life for me. Go, do magnificent things, change
the world, just…live a little bit for me.”

He plants one last kiss
before turning away and heading to the driver’s door, the sound of its slam the
finality of his decision.

He means every word,
he’ll die loving her, but he’ll sacrifice both of their happiness to keep her safe.

A month later, his
assertion that he could die at any time almost comes to fruition. He’s sent on a job with Aomine as lookout but their target got the jump on them and he ended
up stabbed several times. For all his hard ass talk and “don’t give a fuck” attitude,
Kasamatsu had never seen Aomine drive that fast before passing out. It’s a
miracle that he survived.

A week has passed since
the attack and when Kasamatsu opens his eyes for the first time it’s to find her in a hospital chair by his bed. In
his shock, he tries to sit up resulting in a groan of pain pulling her from
twilight slumber. Instantly she’s up, one hand grabbing his while the other
lays gently upon his cheek and he almost laughs at the irony that her last
touch to him there was a bit more stinging. His body reacts to her
automatically, head nuzzling into her touch.

“What the hell are you
doing here?” he asks, tone weaker than he’d prefer.

She smiles softly,
leaning down to kiss him and the feel of her, the scent of her, everything
about her brings him back to life. When she pulls away, she whispers, “Hayakawa
told me, or at least tried to tell me, what happened but all I needed to
understand was you were hurt.” She places a hand over his mouth to cover
protests she’s tired of hearing. “Stop, Yukio, please. I know you think you
know what’s best, and to be honest, you’re probably right. But thanks to my
father and brothers, this world is a part of me now. And if I have to live in
hell, I’d rather choose the demons I keep company with.”

He takes in a deep
breath, moving her hand and pulling her forward to kiss again, more deeply,
more lovingly, than he’s ever allowed himself. Releasing her mouth reluctantly,
he grunts, “And if I have to live in hell, I’d rather keep an angel by my side.”

And a week later when he
returns to the manor, that’s exactly where she is.

Another shameless reblog because, well, this did get buried under a round of other stuff I reblogged (not mine) but also because this is another one that ended up being one of my faves and I’m pretty proud of the results. 

Hii, May I please request Toshi, Bokuto, & Lev doing the do with their fem!s/o in the shower & lots of dirty talk. Also if your comfortable with it, could you please add a daddy/captain kink?(captain kink for obviously Toshi & Kou) Tyvm!

imagine-that-haikyuu:

it’s in our rules that we don’t do daddy kinks but captain kink is 👌👀 💯. i gave lev something different (and his is also based on the fact that my downstairs neighbors feel the need to flush their toilet every time i use the shower i hate them)

i’m sorry these are short and maybe not like my usual nsfw but i’ve been sitting on them forever and sometimes you just gotta tell yourself that you’ve done enough!

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– admin rachel lauren

Ushijima

“Care to join me, captain?”

You’ve got Ushijima hook, line, and sinker this time around. Draping your arms around his seated figure from behind, and leaving kiss after kiss along his jaw and neck to distract him was just the beginning. Now, you’ve sealed your victory with four simple words. Goosebumps rise along his skin and he places his pencil down next to his scratch diagrams.

It’s not that you two haven’t seen much of each other lately, but something about coming home from work and seeing him so concentrated on volleyball even after his practices and games is endearing. His stern, focused look can be a bit of turn-on for you. Today is no exception.

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Love all of these, but especially Bokuto because…well…BOKUTO! Nice work Rachel Lauren!

Hello my dear! I was wondering if I could request a Yakuza! Kasamatsu where he originally kidnaps reader because her family owes a lot of money. But even when they manage to pay it off, he keeps her because he ends up falling in love with her? However, he lets reader decide if she wants to stay with him or leave?

A/N: Everyone is aged
up, therefore, Kasamatsu is not his normal, blushing, can’t talk to women self.
That’s all fun and good but I wanted something a bit different with this one
and I hope you all enjoy it. Also, the essence of your ask is here just changed
up a little. I hope you love it!

Kasamatsu sighs, rubbing
the sides of his head. This is the part of his job he hates. No, scratch that,
he hates his whole existence in this fucked up world he’s been forced to
partake in but there’s nothing for it; he has nowhere else to go and he’s in
too deep to ever get out.

Imayoshi smiles, that
insincere, nefarious smile of his as their latest captive, or as he likes to
call them collateral, is ushered kicking and screaming into one of the “guest
rooms”.

“Quite the feisty one,
eh?” he asks looking at Kise.

The blonde snorts but
his eyes haven’t lost their gleam. If anything, they’re brighter. “Well if it
were easy all the time that would spoil some of the fun, now wouldn’t it?”

Kasamatsu shakes his
head, still perplexed how this can be the same guy they recruited a year ago.

They didn’t even have to
work that hard to persuade him, in fact he came along a little too willingly
for Kasamatsu’s taste. He remembers thinking Kise was a happy go lucky type of
guy, all sing song voice and flirty eyes, which now given his job as a lure
works well in their favor. But time has worn away that persona, at least behind
closed doors, and Kise’s revealed himself to be quite the deviant and sadistic
bastard. He thinks little of almost everyone, barely respecting his higher ups
and that’s mostly due to risk of punishment.

You think you know a
guy.

Banging is heard upon
the locked door, the woman’s voice shrill and penetrating. “Kindly get her to
stuff a sock in it, Kasamatsu,” Imayoshi orders.

The brunette grunts
something akin to “yes sir” before striding to the door. He yanks it open
sharply, a startled cry and wide eyes greeting him. He feels his heart almost
stop; she’s gorgeous. Not just that but there’s fire, passion, drive in her
eyes. She refuses to be a victim so matter how much she is one now.

“What the hell is this?
I demand that you release me! Do you know who my father is?” she yells getting
right in his face. Yep, she’s a brave one. He pushes her back hard enough to
land on the bed before slamming the door and crossing his arms.

“One, keep your mouth
shut or else I’ll make your stay infinitely less comfortable with a rope and
gag,” he says, voice calm and even. He watches her swallow her retort. “Two,
we’re very aware of who your father is. Are you
aware of the debt he owes Imayoshi? Of the bad investments and the lying and
the book cooking?”

Her eyes get wider and
wider with every word he utters, tears clinging to long lashes. “I guess that’s
a no,” he remarks leaning against the door. Closing his eyes, Kasamatsu inhales
a deep breath through his nose then opens his eyes once more to meet her gaze.
“The grace period ended and when Imayoshi sent his collector, your father
couldn’t pay. So, you’re here as collateral.” He brushes imaginary dust from
his suit just to avoid her eyes. “Which means, as long as you follow orders,
you can roam freely in the manor. Well, mostly free, since I’ll be accompanying
you to make sure you don’t run off or get yourself killed somehow.”

He opens the door,
turning to look over his shoulder. “For now, I suggest you take a shower and
change into something more comfortable. I’ll see to it that you get something
to eat.” Then he’s gone, locking the door from behind which he hears renewed
sobbing.

He sighs again. He
really hates this.

Days later and he’s
ready to punch a wall. He thought his new charge would have some sense of
self-preservation but no, she challenges anyone and everyone she encounters, but
mostly him.

“What the fuck is wrong
with you?” he hisses. “Are you trying to get yourself maimed? Or killed?” He’s
got her by the wrist having just caught her trying to escape for the third
time.

“You can’t hurt me,” she
reasons, “If I’m collateral then part of the agreement must be my safe return, unharmed.”

“For someone who’s
family is so deep in the business you sure are stupid about it. For one, your theory
is completely wrong. The only reason you’re still in such good condition is
because I’m in charge of you. But what exactly do you think will happen if you
do manage to escape huh?” Kasamatsu snaps, his voice rising as he pushes up her
against the wall, hands tightly squeezing her shoulders.

Her eyes are blown wide
at his proximity and the intensity of his gaze. “You think this is a fucking
game? That if you escape you win? Debt dropped because you were clever?”

He huffs, shaking his
head and looking down momentarily before meeting her eyes again. “If you
escape, what do you think the next step is in paying the debt? I’ll tell you. Imayoshi
will merely up the cost. Instead of a live hostage, he’ll cut his loss and your father’s life short.”

She inhales sharply,
tears leaking down her face. “And he’ll send me to do it as punishment for letting you get away,” he continues,
tone bitter.

“That…that’s…” she
stutters.

He glares deeper at her.
“I hate killing, always have always will. I don’t want this life but I’m stuck
to it like a curse. And,” he looks to the door, lowering his voice and hoping
his initial outburst wasn’t overhead before looking back at her, “if you keep
disobeying me, Imayoshi will remove you from my charge to someone more…adept at
breaking people.”

“How true that is, my
dear,” Imayoshi says from the doorway making both Kasamatsu and her jump. He
strides forward, pushing aside his subordinate to roughly clasp her by the
chin. Face inches from hers, he speaks in a low menacing tone, and though he
looks at her, his words are for Kasamatsu.  

“If I hear that this
little bird has spread her wings a bit too far one more time, I’ll let Hanamiya
clip them. Understood?” He meets his eyes back to Kasamatsu.

“Yes sir,” comes the
quick reply.

Imayoshi releases her
chin, giving her a slight smack on the cheek. “Count your lucky stars that
you’re in Kasa’s care, little bird. He’s one of our more…tenderhearted
members.”

Standing to his full
height, Imayoshi straightens his tie and jacket, sending one last look to
Kasamatsu before turning on his heel and exiting the library. Exhaling a long
breath, the remaining male takes her by the elbow guiding her out into the hall.

“Who…who’s Hanamiya?”
she asks numbly.

Kasamatsu tightens his
grip on her arm. “Trust me, you’re far better off not knowing. By the time his
last collateral’s family paid off their debt the damage was already done.”

“What do you mean?”

He meets his eyes to
hers. “She ended up in a mental institution.”  

Since the day in the
library, things have been relatively easier with her, at least in terms of her
sticking around. She’s still snarky and full of sass but mostly just to annoy
him. If he didn’t know any better, he’d say she was flirting.

But that may just be
wishful thinking.

Because resistance is
futile against this woman and he can feel himself succumbing to her charms.
Especially when she smiles. It’s uncanny how much a simple tilt of her lips in
an upward trajectory can lift his spirits, though he’s careful not to show any indication
of such a thing.

Or at least he thought
he was until Kise remarks, “If you keep making puppy eyes at her I’m going
to puke.”

Kasamatsu sends him a
glare but doesn’t respond, knowing it will only make him worse. The blonde
snickers, parting with, “Don’t go falling in love with her. Either way,
she won’t be staying forever.”

As he walks away,
Kasamatsu clenches his fist, striking the wall in his irritation; Kise’s right.
This whole arrangement won’t be indefinite. Imayoshi may be a patient man but
he also has a reputation to maintain.

And everybody pays in
one way or another.

It’s like self-fulfilling
prophecy. Time has gone by rapidly and Kasamatsu can see the changes in her.
She’s more relaxed around him, willing to smile more, even laugh out loud
sometimes, usually over a book she’s reading or movie she’s watching. And he
can feel the changes in himself. The unnecessary touches to her body, a guiding
hand on her back as they walk through the manor, a hand out to assist her from
her chair. The way he thinks about her constantly, even when he’s in his room
and she in hers.

He knows it’s stupid,
stupid and dangerous but they don’t call it falling for nothing and he’s
falling hard and fast.

The manor is quiet, most
of the other members either off for the night having a drink or a screw (or
most likely both) or on jobs of their own. The past month has been building to
this crossroad and Kasamatsu stands rock solid like he’s wearing concrete shoes,
his eyes fixed on her face as she inches closer to him.

Her hand settles on his
neck, sending shockwaves through his nerves but he remains still. Slowly she leans
forward, breath teasing the sensitive flesh of his lips. “This is just…stress
release, you understand?”

“Are you trying to
convince me or yourself?” he asks bluntly.

“Screw you,”
she breathes closing the distance kissing him harshly.

Kasamatsu can’t stop his
hands from moving, one wrapping in her hair while the other locks onto her hip.
“If you say so,” he counters huskily.

He pushes her into the
mattress, mouth and tongue caressing every inch of flesh exposed. She arches
and moans, holding onto him so tight he wonders if he’ll bruise. And when she
crests her peak, moaning loudly, “Yukio,” he knows he’s a lost man.

When it’s over, he
leaves at her behest, her reasoning that if they keep it to just fucking it’ll
be less complicated. “Whatever,” he mumbles pulling up his pants and
tossing on his shirt, not bothering to button up the latter.

It happens again three
days later in the storeroom after dinner and then two nights after that in the
pool house after dusk.

They both keep saying
their trysts can’t continue, he because of attachment issues, she because the
more she feels for him the more she feels a traitor to her family. But they
can’t stop, it’s like an addiction, it goes beyond want to need and keeps
getting deeper no matter how many times in so many words they tell themselves
they don’t care.

The veil of mutual lies
falls even lower tonight when Kasamatsu rises to leave and feels her hand wrap
around his wrist.

“Stay,” she
says, the word quiet in the dark, a plea as much as it is an order. And
Kasamatsu realizes as he lays back down, drawing her into his embrace, that the
roles of warden and captor have switched or at the very least become mutual.

Because he’s irrevocably
in love with her.

The day comes, the day
he’s dreaded since he first laid eyes on her. If he’s honest, he probably fell
for her then, hair flying wild, eyes full of fear but determination. She was
like no one he’d ever met before and he wants nothing more than to keep her by
his side. But it’s not his choice, nothing in this god forsaken world he lives
in is his choice. It’s orders, orders, orders.

And his orders are to
take her home.

Through some miracle
(more likely an extreme generous or unfortunate “benefactor”) her father’s debt
is cleared. She’s no longer a captive of the Yakuza, but she’s definitely
Kasamatu’s.

“I don’t want to go
back, Yukio, I want to stay here. With you,” she confesses as he gathers her
bag filled with items acquired during her time with him.

His head falls back on a
sigh, arms going slack before he looks at her. “You know that’s not possible.
And even if it were, I wouldn’t let you.”

She crosses her arms,
finger nails digging into her small biceps, teeth mangling her bottom lip. He
knows she hates showing weakness but she can’t help wearing her emotions in the
open, her heart on her sleeve. “Why?” she whispers, eyes closing in effort to
trap her tears.

He flops her bag on the
bed to draw her into his arms, inhaling deeply to take in the scent of her. He draws
back, hand caressing her cheek as he stares in her eyes. They’re so pure still,
so full of hope and life and good that
it pains him. Everything he’s ever wanted is right here in his arms but he
absolutely will not keep it, will not keep her. Because she’s too good for his
world.

A dark chuckle almost
escapes his lips as memory takes hold of a boy from long ago, one wearing a
high school basketball jersey and knee-high socks, who for the life of him
couldn’t even speak coherently to a
girl let alone do the things and say the words he’s done and said with her.

He opens his mouth but
the moment is broken by a knock at the door. Separating from her, Kasamatsu
opens the door revealing Sakurai, who bows low.

“I’m sorry, but the car
is waiting,” he says voice shaking.

Kasamatsu nods once
dismissing him. Turning back around, he walks to the bed and picks up her bag
before placing his hand upon her back, a familiar gesture he doesn’t even
bother hiding anymore. “Come on, it’s time to go,” he says quietly.

The drive to her home is
silent, save for muffled sniffles coming from beside him. She insisted she ride
up front, the last time she’d have to be by his side. As they reach her family home,
Kasamatsu sees her face scrunching up in an attempt not to cry. She fails
miserably. It pierces his heart but he can’t, he won’t be selfish. It’s for her own good that she returns to her
family, even if they are tied to the business. There’s still time for her to get
out, to make a life of her own away from it. Which means, away from him.  

He stops the car and
gets out, popping the trunk to gather her bag before reaching the passenger
door. Opening it, he holds out his hand but she won’t take it, won’t even look
at him. “Hey, come on, they’re waiting for you,” he grunts.

She shakes her head.
Groaning softly, Kasamatsu drops his burden to the ground and reaches in tugging
her out, easily moving her smaller frame with his larger one. When she
collapses in his arms he dies a little more inside. “Please,” he mumbles in her
hair, “you have to go.” Her head moves back, eyes full of tears. Then suddenly,
she puts distance between them just enough to rear back and smack him across
the face.

“I love you,” she chokes
out. He stays silent. “And I know you love me too Yukio, you may never have
said it but I could feel it! I could see, can
see it, right now, so why? Why are you doing this?” she shouts.

He grabs her shoulders
roughly, pushing her back against the closed door of the car, bearing the
weight of his soul in his eyes. “Because I love you too much to corrupt you!
I’m nothing! I have nothing! You think I want to stay with the Yakuza, that I
want to be Imayoshi’s errand bitch boy? I don’t have a fucking choice! He owns
me! Body, soul, mind, all of it, until I die which could be any moment of any
day!” He’s breathing hard, muscles tense and teeth grit. He grabs her chin,
kissing her hard, hot and deep. He doesn’t care if anyone sees this, he’s
making a statement and wants the whole fucking world to hear it.

Pulling away, their
breaths mingle as he says softly, “I will love you until the day I die, but I
will not let you throw away your life for me. Go, do magnificent things, change
the world, just…live a little bit for me.”

He plants one last kiss
before turning away and heading to the driver’s door, the sound of its slam the
finality of his decision.

He means every word,
he’ll die loving her, but he’ll sacrifice both of their happiness to keep her safe.

A month later, his
assertion that he could die at any time almost comes to fruition. He’s sent on a job with Aomine as lookout but their target got the jump on them and he ended
up stabbed several times. For all his hard ass talk and “don’t give a fuck” attitude,
Kasamatsu had never seen Aomine drive that fast before passing out. It’s a
miracle that he survived.

A week has passed since
the attack and when Kasamatsu opens his eyes for the first time it’s to find her in a hospital chair by his bed. In
his shock, he tries to sit up resulting in a groan of pain pulling her from
twilight slumber. Instantly she’s up, one hand grabbing his while the other
lays gently upon his cheek and he almost laughs at the irony that her last
touch to him there was a bit more stinging. His body reacts to her
automatically, head nuzzling into her touch.

“What the hell are you
doing here?” he asks, tone weaker than he’d prefer.

She smiles softly,
leaning down to kiss him and the feel of her, the scent of her, everything
about her brings him back to life. When she pulls away, she whispers, “Hayakawa
told me, or at least tried to tell me, what happened but all I needed to
understand was you were hurt.” She places a hand over his mouth to cover
protests she’s tired of hearing. “Stop, Yukio, please. I know you think you
know what’s best, and to be honest, you’re probably right. But thanks to my
father and brothers, this world is a part of me now. And if I have to live in
hell, I’d rather choose the demons I keep company with.”

He takes in a deep
breath, moving her hand and pulling her forward to kiss again, more deeply,
more lovingly, than he’s ever allowed himself. Releasing her mouth reluctantly,
he grunts, “And if I have to live in hell, I’d rather keep an angel by my side.”

And a week later when he
returns to the manor, that’s exactly where she is.

✿ – Sex headcanon ♥ – family headcanon For Wakamatsu, Kiyoshi and Kasamatsu Thank you!!

baesketballers:

Thanks for requesting these side characters, I love them (*≧▽≦) Hope you like these, Jade!

✿ – Sex headcanon

WAKAMATSU

  • During your first time together, he probably becomes a nervous wreck because of how often he imagines doing things with you, and the reality of you being in bed with him is just so overwhelming that whenever it sinks in, he turns all the more passionate.
  • Will be a complete loving dork afterward, a contrast to his demeanor while doing the do with you. A little bit awkward with aftercare, but that’s just because he tries to get everything right when it comes to you. He won’t give a damn if it’s anyone else—he only can’t stand the thought of making you disappointed (which leads to him trying his best in bed too, cough cough).

KIYOSHI

  • He’s hard to rile up. It really takes a lot for this person to give in, though that makes teasing him all the more rewarding. The process of breaking him involves withstanding the way he looks at you with that hungry flame in his eyes, so make sure you’re ready to keep your composure under that desirous gaze—and for the consequences of sexually teasing him, of course.
  • Loves giving body worship! He wants you to know that you’re an incredibly gorgeous person and that he feels so lucky to be in a relationship with you, and though he has no qualms saying it out loud, he also wants you to know through his actions. Will spend a long time kissing every inch of your skin. If you have physical insecurities, he will ask you to point them out and proceed to tell you his opinions about why he thinks that body part is beautiful.

KASAMATSU

  • Sure, he likes boobs and booty just like every other guy, but the real killer for him is legs. If your relationship were to advance to a stage where the two of you are living together and he sees you in booty shorts, he’ll die and go straight to heaven. Will treat your legs like personal property: if you’re going out showing them off and other guys are looking at you with subtle indecency, he will tie his jacket around your waist or something.
  • He’s not the most vocal in bed, only letting out the occasional grunts and groans with a sprinkle of dirty talking under certain circumstances. It’s up to you to coax the heavenly noises out of him.

♥ – family headcanon

WAKAMATSU

  • Wikia says he has a younger brother, and my instincts were right lmao he’s probably the quiet nii-san type that serves as a secret guardian angel to his little brother and will never ever be as loud/hot-tempered with him like he normally is around his teammates!
  • He thinks that family is a really important part of his life, and he has the responsibility to take care of his parents as their child. I image Wakamatsu doesn’t have a “I’m friends with my parents” type of relationship (like most Asians), but he quietly does his best and shows that he cares in his own way.

KIYOSHI

  • I imagine he’s a very white picket fence type of guy, I don’t even know how to articulate this. Picture a nice house with a front yard, a dog, children running around… that’s probably his dream family (⁄ ⁄•⁄ω⁄•⁄ ⁄)⁄
  • If he were to have kids, he would try his best to be a perfect balance of strict and kind, and he would fail miserably. Kiyoshi just cannot take the puppy eyes of his kids whenever they beg him for something, and although he knows that it’s bad that he cannot say no, he still says yes anyway and runs to you, leaving you to play the bad cop. Let’s just hope his kids don’t exploit him too much.

KASAMATSU

  • Doesn’t show it, but lowkey has a fantasy like Kiyoshi too (’white picket fence’). Though he’d definitely be the stricter one in the household, or at least he tries to put on that kind of face. He screeches internally if his child does something cute but only allows the smallest smiles on his face.
  • HE HAS TWO YOUNGER BROTHERS H O L Y S H I T!! Excuse me but I bet he’s such a great one again like Wakamatsu he might not be straightforward with his affection (a.k.a. not verbally saying I love you and stuff like that) but he is very supportive of them and tries to be involved in their life!! I BET HE SAYS STUFF LIKE I’M PROUD OF YOU ONCE IN A WHILE and when he does his younger brothers become so touched………..

You’re welcome, all the boys need love so I try to pick ones not seen that much. These are so fantastic! Thanks for doing them, I love them!

Imagine Sakurai being brought up to be a bad boy, high ranking. What if he finds a crying girl with box of fluffy little meowing kittens? What would he do?

So yeah, this opened a flood gate of melancholy I didn’t
even know was there. It’s like, this could have been cute and I have to take it
to a deep, serious place. Um…I hope you like it.

Having grown up in an environment of violence and rough
speech, Sakurai is completely unprepared on how to handle the situation before
him. He’s always kept his emotions pushed deep inside himself since he was a
child, so he has no clue what to do except stare at the girl on her knees, a
box of kittens settled in front of her.

Finally, he asks, “Why are you crying?”

She looks up, startled by his presence and fear flashes
through her eyes when she notices the insignia of his gang, but she sniffles, “My
kitty had kittens and…and my mom won’t let me keep them.” She cries harder,
looking into the box of mewling puff balls. “She said she doesn’t care what
happens to them but I can’t keep them and nobody wants them. I’m not even
asking for any money! I just want to know they’ll be ok!” She collapses back
into sobbing and it wrenches something loose in Sakurai’s psyche.

“I…I’m sorry,” he stammers out and she looks up.

“What?” She rubs her eyes, concerned when the boy who seemed
so strong and stoic (and scary) a moment ago, falls to his knees, eyes flooded with
tears of his own.  

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry!” He can’t stop repeating the
phrase, apologies he’s held deep in his heart pouring out like the rain from
the sky as he bows to the ground before the box. He’s always felt the
compulsion to do so but held it back for fear of retribution. Showing weakness
isn’t an option in Too but he feels it, feels worthless and helpless and lost
almost every day of his life.

So he apologizes and apologizes until the girl can’t take it
anymore. Grabbing his face, she draws him up to look at her. “Whatever it is,
you’re forgiven.”

For the first time in as far as he can remember, Sakurai smiles.
It’s weak but sincere. Swallowing thickly, he stutters, “I…I’ll take care of
them.”

The hug he receives is the first of his life as well.

Don’t worry about checking in babe, take care of yourself. Now, for the ADORABLE interactions (and I’m honored to inspire more precious work from you) can I get the following two separate? “Daichi, I really want you to know how much I admire you as a player and captain. You’re amazing!’ and “Tanaka! I know everyone says it but you really are the next ace of Karasuno. We’re all so proud of you. High five!”

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Daichi blinks a few times, a little taken back by your compliments–breaking away from his usual composed demeanor.

It was true that Daichi wasn’t easily shaken…but anyone would find their heart pounding if their crush had suddenly praised them so openly…

“Thank you Jade. It means a lot, really.” He responds, “But…you know, you’re the amazing one right?” He adds, trying to muster the courage for his next words.

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“…And if I could, I’d love to take such an amazing girl out for dinner some time?” He questions, absently rubbing the side of his cheek sheepishly.

Daichi feels his face light up when when you reply positively–the both of you agreeing to talk more about the details after volleyball practice.

On your way down the hall, you notice the rest of the team just around the corner–obviously eavesdropping on the entire scene.

You give them a passing wave, and hurry off happily.

But it wasn’t long before you heard their resounding cheers to Daichi echo in the halls.

What a pleasant piece to wake up to! Thank you so much sweetness!

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(Im doing this in two parts so the ask answer won’t be super long! I’ll answer Daichi’s on the ask <3) @vball-baes-bball-babes

“Tanaka! I know everyone says it but you really are the next ace of Karasuno. We’re all so proud of you. High five!”

Tanaka seems stunned for a moment, but quickly recovers to respond, “Ah! you really think so Jade?” He rubs the back of his head sheepishly.

Even with the ‘tough guy’ act he put on, Tanaka always found him unsure around girls–especially when the girl was so cute and supportive.

“Thank you! I’ll make sure im worthy of that title!” He grins, gaining a slightly  more confident tone of voice.

“High five!” You gesture, and Tanaka can’t help but oblige happily–even if at the touch of your hands, he feels his face heat up lightly.

Truth be told, he would be thinking about this moment the whole day–feeling as if every successful spike was a direct result of the good luck you left in those hands.

My smile is SO BIG RIGHT NOW! Gosh I love this boy, like, he’s just amazing! Thank you for doing this, it’s so precious and pure and I love, love, love it!

Will the ask box ever be open for the bad boy AU again? Bc I’d love a sequel with Tendou’s s/o and her reaction if she found out what Tendou did to Oikawa’s s/o. (Like honestly if it were me, I’d be fucking pissed. Like women have to stick together, ya know? I probably wouldn’t talk to him for days.) I feel like Tendou’s s/o would be the only one who could bring him in and control him.

Haha, I know, I just keep making it go deeper yeah? I kinda wrote it with the idea in mind that Tendou’s girl isn’t really involved heavily with the gang. Like, she mentioned being a fringe member of the gang and it’s pretty much cause she’s involved with Tendou. 

So it’s possible she didn’t even know he took Oikawa’s girlfriend like that. 

It’s possible they broke up because of the crap that went down at that party. Maybe that’s why Tendou was sooooo pissed that he took Oikawa’s girl. 

Maybe Ushijima is more devious than we thought and used the situation to manipulate Tendou thereby influencing Oikawa (I had a whole side thing about that which was dropped because TOO MUCH DETAIL FOR A SMALL SCENARIO).

There was so much going through my head for it but I had to back it down because it’s a scenario and not a full blown fic lol. 

So, to answer your question, when I have the box open for general requests again I won’t refuse Bad Boy requests, just for now I’m not taking any new ones and only taking supernatural since that’s AU theme for October.

And, just so everyone’s aware while I’m at it (sorry that your question got hijacked into a long rambling deal) after October I plan on taking a break in November before jumping head long into a Christmas idea I have then we’ll head onto New Years Eve where I plan on doing RP (we’ll see how that all works out). 

*DEEP BREATH* which means I more than likely will not be accepting general asks until January…and suddenly the rest of the year feels very short. 

If any of the above changes, I’ll of course be sure to let you all know. 

Thanks for the ask and the enthusiasm regarding this scenario, I hope you all like what’s coming next.