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Kagami Taigaaa! *rawrs* ^w^

baesketballers:

Female reader.

His eyes glow a reddish pink when he pulls away from the kiss—he initiated it, right after saying that he needs to “tell you the truth”, and it was a kiss rougher than any you have experienced throughout the span of your relationship with one Kagami Taiga. 

He licks his lips. You thought it was impossible for your skin to be flushed an even deeper red. He has his mouth slightly open, jaw slack from the ferocity of that liplock (in his defense, it was one wild kiss), and you are sure the same lustful look is mirrored in your face. Your boyfriend’s large palm cradles your face, waiting for you to come back from the very pleasurable and temporal high.

“_____________, I—”

“What,” you ask, almost mindless as you search his hypnotic eyes.

“I’m an incubus.”

You blink a few times, making sure that what you hear is right. Kagami looks so stricken with worry, it almost made you want to laugh if not for the dire situation. You reach up to him, cupping his cheek like he did a few moments ago. The smile you’re giving him is proof that you’re not disturbed in the slightest, but Kagami is still trying to process your reaction.

“You’re a dream demon.”

“Yeah.”

“…So?”

He blinks this time, and owlishly so. “Uh. Aren’t you… bothered by that?”

You begin to hesitate. “Should I be?”

“W-Well, s-sexual encounters with incubi will result in the significant diminishing of your life energy.” It sounds like he got that line from an Incubi Academy textbook.

“Will you hurt me?” You ask, even though you know the answer.

“No. U-Unless… you ask me to.” He tenses up, but immediately relaxes when he realizes that your breathy laugh is not one of mockery. 

“Has anyone ever asked that of you?” You ask again, teasingly inching your face closer to him. You let your noses touch. “‘Incubus-san, please hurt me. Make me feel the pain. I get off on it.’ Like that?”

Kagami’s jaw slackened, his mouth dry at your seductive proclamation. “You have no idea what the consequences are for saying that, babe,” he rasps. You shiver, wholeheartedly welcoming the increasing tension, but then you realize something important.

“Are dream demons allowed to… have only one sexual partner?”

The thought of Kagami manifesting in the bedrooms of different young, beautiful women (or maybe men, how would you know?) and fucking their brains out in their supposed ‘dreams’ every night is undoubtedly unsettling, not to mention depressing. Kagami eats a lot as a ‘person’, it’s only natural if he needs a lot of life energy to survive as well.

“We’re not sexual partners yet,” he says, trying his best not to get flustered. It amazes you to see a being that survives on carnality still act almost shy about it. “We… haven’t done it. Yet.”

You are quiet for a while.

“I was going to ask you, you know. Tonight.” He watches as you remove the first two buttons of your blouse. When you pull the fabric aside slightly, his eyes widen, and you feel a spark in the air. In front of Kagami, covering your warm chest, is a burgundy lace bra.

“Fuck,” he whispers, the grip on your waist tightening, but he doesn’t make an advancement. “_____________, you—you need to know the consequences.”

“Tell me.”

He shivers at the caress of your hand on his cheek, your lace bra still visible. Kagami feels his supernatural blood pumping uncontrollably, demanding that he takes you immediately. It’s so easy. He already has you against the kitchen counter from that kiss. All he needs to do is to hike your legs up and make you wrap them around his hips, let him sit you up on the smooth marble top, undress you, pucker his lips and leave wet kisses on your core, lick your clit, and when you’re finally drenched with need, thrust into you, more, MORE—

“Kagami? Are you okay?”

“Yeah,” he sighs shakily.

“Tell me,” you repeat, the grasp of his cheek on your palm becoming firmer, as if you’re trying to anchor him to reality.

“Repeated sexual activity with an incubus may cause a deterioration in health,” he declares, “but because I’m not just some random dream demon coming back to a favorite human of mine, I can actually control the amount of life energy I take from you.” 

He answers your inquiring eyes. “Which means you’ll only be tired in the mornings after sex. Or the day after sex, depending on the, uh, intensity.” Kagami is blushing now, and you’re chuckling at the paradox.

“Will you take care of me on those days?” You ask, again, already knowing the answer. You just take satisfaction in hearing him say it.

“Damn right I will,” he sighs, kissing the crown of your head.

“Then I don’t see the problem.”

“Good,” Kagami’s hands travel down to your blouse, unbuttoning the whole garment until your whole torso is exposed to him. His eyes glow a bright magenta, and the next thing you know, he’s leaning down, kissing the mounds of flesh so abundantly contained by your underwear.

“Now that we’ve agreed, I’m gonna claim this.”

You let out a loud moan at his lips on your skin—God, you sound like porn, but you shouldn’t hold it against yourself, you think. This man is no man. There are probably various supernatural ways he could reduce you into such a mess.

“Fuck, 

_____________, you’re so hot,” he declares, his voice sending tingles down south. Kagami tugs harshly at the bra, letting your breast spill out of the cups and latching his mouth on your nipple, sucking like a newborn babe.

“Ohhh,” you sigh, immediately arching your back to earn more of the warmth of his mouth. His tongue dances around your sensitive spot, teeth occasionally coming out to play. You realize he has revealed a fairly short pair of fangs.

“Kagami,” you whimper, wanting nothing but more and reaching out to tangle your hands in his hair. He diligently pleasures your chest, his expert fingers toying with the twin. You can’t bring yourself to think about how many times he has done this before with other people—not when all you can think of his hot mouth engulfing your nipple.

“My name, baby,” he whispers, the sound and words muffled by your flesh. Kagami moves to the other breast, repeating his ministrations and setting the bundle of nerves aflame.

“T-Taiga—ah!” 

Fingers press insistently against your skin-tight jeans, moving up and down your clothed folds, and yet you feel it as if you were bare. How he does it, you will never know. But Kagami stops where your clit is, and as if he is overcome by a power greater than himself, he sheds you of your pants, seats you on the counter, and spread your legs wide open by the knees.

Burgundy lace panties. They look so incredibly delicious on you he feels bad if he has to take it off. You are blushing, red snaking up to the tips of your ears.

“You’re beautiful,” he rasps, kissing your inner thigh slowly. “I want you to remember that.”

“Taiga, please—”

“I want you to remember this,” he continues, almost disregarding your plea, because he’s slowly inching closer to your core, yet avoiding it entirely. The nips and sucks on your flesh will surely leave some small marks come morning. “I’ll tell you what I want to do.”

“What.”

“First,” he says, glowing magenta eyes looking up at you while his index finger teasingly rest on your covered pussy, “I’m going to eat you out. Right here.”

“Oh, g-god—”

“And then we’ll move to the bedroom, where I’ll let you lay down on bed and fuck you until we’re both satisfied. Do you want that?”

“Yes, mmh!” Your eyes jerk into a close. Kagami’s pressed his nose against your cunt, inhaling debaucherously and reveling in the raw scent of you. You hear him mutter a fuck under his breath.

The burgundy panties are being pulled aside and you shiver, naked, exposed. He looks at you like a hungry man, one that hasn’t eaten in months. You realize that this could be very much true—you have been in a relationship with him for three months. Does that mean he has never fed on other people during that time? Was he… waiting for you?

He kisses your lower lips and you let out a sigh, letting your fingers card through his dark red locks. 

“Open your eyes, baby,” he says, licking a long strip up to your clit and enjoying the staggered a-a-ah you let out, “you want to remember this night.”

Gaby is back with a vengeance! This was so good my luv!

I started a thing…

So, I know I haven’t been super active here and for that I do apologize. 

I could go into some of the reasons why but mostly, writing comes and goes, my energy level goes up and down and I’m focusing more on what makes me happy than what I feel obligated to do (hopefully that makes sense and doesn’t sound too bratty). 

That being said, I finally posted the first (super small) fic of a series I’ve been wanting to start on AO3 for Yachi. 

I am a serial shipper for her and this is where I will put my fun pieces as inspiration, time and energy hit me. 

Some will be short, some will be long, some may have multiple chapters, but they’re all being stored in:

The Good Ship Yachi

I hope you’ll pop over to AO3 and read, maybe leave a kudo or a comment if you feel they’re earned. 

Thanks again for everyone’s patience and support!

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viria:

Is this a challenge, Sawamura?

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Dunno, you tell me? 

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Ohooooo~ Something fun is ought to happen~

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WOW THIS IS TENSE 

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Aaaaand it just got more tense…

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YOOO YOU GUYS GOING KARAOKE?!

It got better

“Well that sure is an interesting face, Kuroo. Careful, it might stick that way~”

It got even better!!!!

This is frickin’ hilarious

May I have some headcanons on Kuroo having a female friend who’s only 5’2 and he likes to tease her about being so small in different ways? He likes annoying her and making her mad in a cute way as long as he doesn’t actually upset her but he really just has the biggest crush on her?

hq-cuties-pls:

Kuroo is a fucking nerd, we’ll fight you
~Admin Alyx (With a little help from Admin Emma)

  • He does that thing where he leans and rests his arm on her head. This always earns him the most unimpressed glare.
  • “Oh, _____, do you need help reaching that? I can get it for you if you want!”  This one backfired on him when she climbed up on the counter out of sheer stubbornness to retrieve her stuff and almost broke her neck getting down.
  • He’s also a huge fan of the classic “Oh, didn’t see you there!”
  • He tends to get headbutted in the sternum for that line, though, so he uses it sparingly.
  • On the flipside, he loves carrying her around on his shoulders–though he gets high key flustered by the feeling of her thighs around his head. He’s not trying to have his mind in the gutter, she’s just making it very difficult, okay?
  • He definitely has a whole slew of nicknames to make fun of her height, too.
  • Of course, she can give as good as she gets. The look on his face when she asked him what the weather was like up there was pretty priceless.
  • He does that thing on the train where he grabs the handhold in just a way so she can steady herself on his arm because he fancies himself a shoujo manga love interest but is, in fact, a huge nerd.
  • If he ever does take the teasing too far and actually upset her, he feels so bad. He goes way over the top trying to apologize and make it up to her. He probably gets a little carried away trying to explain how he actually likes her height, and subsequently gets all flustered and awkward.
  • A bonus of their height difference, for him, is that it makes it harder to notice the way he looks at her all the time.
  • He’s completely weak for hugging her. Her cheek is warm against his chest and he leans over to rest his head on top of hers, resisting the temptation to press a kiss there.
  • In general, he’ll make any excuse to get close to her. She’s just unbearably cute and he wants to cuddle her at all times.
  • If for any reason she ever ends up borrowing his shirt or jacket, he is high key compromised. He ends up staring straight up trying to hide how bright red his face is.

Cute Kuroo!!

can i just ask for iwaizumi, oikawa, bokuto, kuroo reacting to their gf, who’s a volleyball player/captain in them shorts. like, imagine these dorks.

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OMG Yes please!! This was fun to write. Enjoy!

~Admin Emma

Iwaizumi: He’s a fan of the fact that he can practice with you and talk about an important element of his life with you. He’s also an athletic guy, so having someone he can work out with and play with is just another element of fun. I’ve mentioned before that Iwaizumi is very much a leg man, and that is very true with those teeny tiny volleyball shorts. (Low key: he will bite your thighs sometimes where your shorts will definitely show them off. He does it on purpose, don’t let him fool you.)  

Oikawa: One thing that he’s always had trouble with is finding people who understand him. So the fact that you can probably relate to his passion and his super busy schedule is huge for him. He likes to practice with you, he likes to cheer you on, and he definitely gives you pointers for how to improve. Sometimes, he’ll be a little mean and do “receiving practice” with his killer serves just to show off a bit, but for the most part, it’s just sort of a dream come true for him. He honestly doesn’t really pay attention to the shorts or your legs in them until much later, but that’s because on the court, he is serious, and that extends to his time with you there, as well.

Bokuto: Wow, he’s excited. Like, way too excited. He wants to do everything with you! He gets to go to meetings with the school just for captains, and he wants to compare notes at festivals and he wants to practice with you and he wants to set up training sessions with you and your teams… it gets a bit much. His favorite element, though, is the fact that he has someone to lean on when things get tough. You can be there for each other when the pressure starts getting to you both, and you both understand. You also help him with his moods, and he helps keep you in check.

Kuroo: Trash Talk Power Couple Aesthetic. You tease each other near constantly, shouting at each other on game days, teasing each other in classes, heckling each other at practices. It gets a little out of control some days, and Kenma doesn’t put up with it at all. Seriously, if the three of you are ever together, volleyball is banned as a topic. However, if you ever want to get back at Kuroo for his teasing, just slowly take off your track pants in front of him. He’s weak for your ass, and his brain won’t have enough space to come up with creative insults when his entire blood supply has flown south for the winter.  

So funny and cute!

May I get a scenario for my sweet kitty Kenma and his female s/o(who’s similar in personality) are hanging out on a quiet Friday night just cuddling, gaming, watching movies, and just doing whatever with a few kisses here and there until the sun comes up and they finally fall asleep… Until everything changes when Kuroo and Bokuto attack wanting them to go out a hang with them?

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This was fun!! I finished that massive project I was working on, so now I’m actually working on requests. Shocker! Note: Himiko and Shinji are my OCs and they are Bokuto and Kuroo’s girlfriends respectively. 

~Admin Emma

You and Kenma prided yourself on your Trash Master Suite, the name you’d lovingly given to your shared apartment when the two of you moved in together after college. It wasn’t dirty, per se. Just messy. But you knew where everything was. And you took out the trash and did dishes before the smell set in. It wasn’t like you were infested or anything. You just had better things to be doing with your time than keeping up a meticulous apartment that no one saw anyway. It was your little garbage dump haven. And you loved it.

It was finally the weekend. Kenma’s crunch time at the studio where he worked was finally over, and he was spending his first full night at home in a long time. You were also pretty wiped from work, and all you wanted was a quiet night in with your sweet, sweet boyfriend who was never home as much as you wanted him to be.

That night, you were lounging on the sofa in one of Kenma’s oversized t-shirts; he was sitting in front of the sofa on the floor, burrowed into his customary blanket burrito and concentrating intensely on one of his games. He’d already marathoned through Final Fantasy XV when it’d come out, but now he was playing the New Game Plus to try and 100% it, so it was mildly more relaxing. You assumed. Your unwind game was like, Pokemon Sun and Animal Crossing, but hey. To each their own. Besides, you were pretty absorbed in your manga and the Chocobo theme wasn’t bad background noise.

Then, everything changed when Kenma’s friends attacked.

Bokuto and Kuroo had a spare key to your apartment and, in hindsight, that was probably not a great idea, seeing as they didn’t much respect your boundaries in the first place. You and Kenma shot them matching glares when they burst through your front door.

“Wow, that’s spooky,” Bokuto said. “Some couples dress the same. You two just emote the same.”

“Did you need something, Bokuto-kun?” you grumbled. You didn’t mind all that much, really. You liked Bokuto and Kuroo a lot. But they were both in your apartment unannounced and they were both dressed to the nines, which could only mean they had something nefarious planned.

“Yikes, ____,” Kuroo said, but his smirk told you he wasn’t the least bit cowed by your cold demeanor. “We’re here to invite you out! And by ‘invite’ I mean ‘drag’ because we haven’t seen you and the girls miss you and we want to spend some time with you.”

“Really, Kuro?” Kenma asked, quirking his eyebrow. “My first night home with ____ in, like, six months and you want to drag us out? Really, Kuro?”

“Look, I get it,” Kuroo said. “You want to burrow into your blanket burrito and not emerge until your next assignment. I also know that the second you get really caught up in it, you won’t emerge for anything, and I’d like to spend a night with my best friend. It’s not like ____ isn’t invited, or anything.”

Kenma narrowed his eyes suspiciously, a move that made him look like that meme cat with the knife. You snickered under your breath.

“Where are we going?” Kenma asked.

“Just dinner and drinks,” Kuroo said, holding his hands out defensively. “If we feel up for it, maybe dancing, but I promise, just drinks and dinner for now.”

You nudged Kenma with your knee; “Drinks and dinner doesn’t sound bad. Especially if Kuroo-kun is paying.”

“Who said I’m paying?” Kuroo asked.

“You sort of did,” Bokuto said with a shrug. “But it’s not that big of a deal. Come on, Himiko-chan and Shinji-chan want to see you! We promise, it’ll be super low key!”

“Nothing is ever low key with you, Bokuto-kun,” you laughed. “But if Kenma’s in, I’m in.”

Kenma narrowed his eyes at you, trying to gauge how much you really wanted to go. You weren’t thrilled with the idea, but Bokuto and Kuroo’s earnestness was sort of infectious, and you knew that if you refused them, they would be genuinely crushed. You couldn’t handle Bokuto’s giant puppy eyes or that note of genuine hurt in Kuroo’s voice at the moment, so you decided to go along for the ride.

Worst case scenario, you came home a little drunk and a lot tired. There was still time to spend with Kenma.

Having found a satisfactory amount of enthusiasm in your expression, Kenma shrugged; “Alright. Let me get my shoes on and we’ll go.”

“Oh, no,” Kuroo said, steering Kenma away from the genkan towards the bathroom. “Change out of those ratty sweats. And wash your hair!”

“You said nothing about showering,” Kenma grumbled, and you had to laugh. Kenma avoided washing his hair like the damn plague–the bleach made it a little crusty if he didn’t deep condition every time.

“Kozume Kenma, so help me, if you don’t wash your nasty ass hair, I will do it for you!” Kuroo had his Dad Voice on. He broke it out so rarely, and it was usually only with Kenma and hygiene.

“Come on, babe,” you said, slipping your hand into his. “I’ll join you.”

“No hank or pank, kids!” Kuroo shouted. “The girls are waiting!”

You led Kenma down the hall to the bathroom, sweeping his baggy t-shirt off over his head. You smoothed your hands over his chest, delighting in the pleased little shiver that ran down his spine at your touch. He gently cradled your jaw, smoothing his thumb over the swell of your cheek,

“I wanted to spend tonight with you,” he grumped.

“You had to know that as soon as your crunch time was done, those two would be all over you,” you said, starting up the shower. “This way, we get it out of the way, they buy us dinner, and we have the rest of the week just the two of us. It’s a win-win.”

“Yeah, yeah,” he sighed, getting the claw clip to hold his hair in place during the conditioning step. “I want to stop at that bakery on our way home.”

“The late night one? With the mini tarte tatins?” He nodded and you had to laugh. Leave it to Kenma’s sweet tooth to motivate him. “Anything you want, babe. I love you.”

He grinned softly, nuzzling your temple with his nose, which was Kenma-speak for ‘love you too.’

Emma this is sooooooo cute!!!

You Have Something on Your Face (Daichi x Reader Birthday Fic for Jade)

imagine-that-haikyuu:

A day belated, but most definitely not forgotten! Happy birthday to our dear friend Jade from @vball-baes-bball-babes! I hope you had a great day and enjoy some domestic Daichi fluff!

– Admin Rachel Lauren

Ko-Fi

“I’m home!”

Daichi enters the apartment, greeted by the sound of your “Welcome home!” from another room. In the distance, he also hears the sound of water rushing from a faucet, followed shortly by a clank of glasses and a string of curses from you. Then a sigh of relief.

“Dishes, huh?” he calls before entering the kitchen. You’ve both broken glasses and plates while washing them before, no thanks to them slipping from your hands and crashing back into the sink. Your sigh convinces him that your kitchenware survived the fall this time. “Need any help?”

“Nope, almost done,” you call over your shoulder. There’s something about the sunlight streaming from the window over the sink that always makes you look picture perfect from this angle. He could sit and stare for a while if you’d allow it.

“I can hand dry what’s on the rack.”

“The towels are all wet, and uh, on the floor.”

Daichi now catches sight of the hand towels laid out on the floor. He can’t see the front of your shirt, but he doesn’t really need to in order to figure it out. The large pan on the drying rack clues him in; the dishes aren’t the only thing that were sprayed.

“Let me guess: the floor needs to be washed too anyway?” he teases before joining you at the sink. He always liked that you’re not particularly bothered by minor inconveniences.

“How did you know?” you ask with a wide, cheesy grin. It’s so small, but he loves when the two of you have these playful moments. There’s no explanation as to why his heart swells with joy and love at times like these. Maybe the only explanation is love.

You place the last glass on the drying rack and turn to him. “And done.” You peel off the rubber gloves off and drape them over the faucet. Daichi observes for a moment as you bring your hands to your face and sniff. “Ugh, it’s gonna take forever to get the rubber smell off.”

You pull them back and grimace at them for a second.

“You have something on your face,” Daichi says.

“Soap maybe?” you say, confused as cups your face and examines your features. He doesn’t answer. Instead he presses his lips to yours. It only catches you off-guard for a moment; Daichi pulls moves like this often enough that you’re used to it. You hum in delight regardless because it’s still just as sweet as all the other times.

He pulls away, smiling. Thumbs caress your cheeks as you bring your own hands up to meet his. “Nope, it was me.”

“Well, thank goodness for that.” You let him bask in your presence a little more. He’s caught up in taking you in, only noticing peripherally but not registering that you’ve opened a nearby drawer and removed a fresh hand towel. You press it to his chest. “Now, get drying.”

And he does, but not without stealing another kiss.

Rachel Lauren I love this!!! It’s so sweet and cute and honestly my husband would totally do something like this so it was extra special to me.

Thank you so very much for taking time (especially when you weren’t feeling well) to write me such a wonderful present.