G H I J K for captains of Hq!!!

I did not include Suguru Daishō because I do not read the
manga so I have not been introduced to him yet. 

Side note: If anyone knows the artist for this picture PLEASE tell me so I can credit them. I tried finding them through the image but it kept dead-ending on twitter for some reason. Anyway, don’t they look like SUPERHEROES?!!!

G =
Goofy (Are
they more serious in the moment, or are they humorous, etc)

Daichi:
Overall, Daichi is a serious guy, but he isn’t above being lighthearted in the
bedroom. He may not be joking around, but he smiles and every so often will
tickle you unexpectedly to get you to giggle.

Oikawa: Such
a tease and flirt, he can’t help but be a little silly every now and again even
while in the bedroom.

Kuroo:
Goofy.as.hell. As much as this boy does have mad bedroom game, if you catch him
in a silly mood you will be gasping but it will be because you’re laughing so
hard. Not every time has to be serious according to him.

Bokuto: The
mass of muscles is the BIGGEST goofball out there. Seriously, you’d think he
was trying out a comedy routine rather than working to get you off. It’s not
every time, thank goodness, but every so often he enjoys filling your body with
endorphins by making you laugh.

Ushijima: This
boy is serious pretty much 100% of the time in any area of life, so it should
come as no surprise that he’s the same way in the bedroom. Granted, he does
smile a bit more when it’s just the two of you.

Terushima: He’s
the captain of the happy go lucky team, what do you think? Terushima loves
getting down to business just as much as the next guy but he’s a firm believer
in you should be able to make your lover laugh, even at the possible expense of
a completed orgasm. Don’t worry, he’ll make it up to you next time.

Futakuchi:
Futakuchi is more sarcastic than goofy, more often than not opting for a more
serious take in the bedroom. He likes to tease, no doubt about that, but being
goofy or silly? Not really his thing.


H = Hair (How
well groomed are they, does the carpet match the drapes, etc.)

Daichi: For some reason, I always picture Daichi as a smooth mo-fo and I’m not
just talking about his voice or his attitude. Because he has such dark hair
(above and below) he shaves almost all of it off save for on his legs. His
chest is almost always bare of any hair and he keeps his package well groomed
as well.

Oikawa: The king (haha) of personal hygiene. Oikawa makes sure to use lotion
to keep his body lubed up and smooth, believing it more likely you’ll want to
touch him if he does. And down below? Almost bare.

Kuroo: Messy bedhead aside, Kuroo keeps himself well groomed in other
respects. He has soft dark hair on his stomach but his chest and back are
smooth af. He always smells good too, trying different body sprays till he
finds the one he really likes (or one that you compliment him on).

Bokuto: Owl boy doesn’t have time to worry about trimming but thankfully the
only place on his body where hair seems to grow in spades is his head. He has a
light dusting of light, almost baby hair on his arms, stomach and legs.

Ushijima: Does a sufficient job of keeping himself clean and groomed. He doesn’t
obsess over it but he doesn’t neglect it either.

Terushima: All about making his body as desirable as he can. You want
him to have hair? He’ll let it grow. You like him smooth? Hell, he may just
give waxing a try. Terushima likes to look good for you so don’t be afraid to
give him your opinion.

Futakuchi: Naturally practically hairless everywhere expect his head
and his…well head. And the lower of the two he keeps properly groomed. If he
expects his lady to keep herself up, he can’t very well slack off, now can he?


I =
Intimacy (How are they during the
moment, romantic aspect…) 

Daichi: This captain is not above admitting he likes things a bit rougher (he
may be sweet but we all know he has a bit of a sadistic side) however, he will
take his time at the beginning with slow, sensual kisses and touches to warm
you up. Afterwards, he’ll do the same for cool down. It’s really how he is on
the court to be honest, just naked and only with you.  

Oikawa: This boy is very misunderstood, often being thought to be selfish and
uncaring but nothing could be further from the truth. Oikawa will worship your
body from head to toe all while whispering sweet nothings in your ear.  

Kuroo: Despite his goofy and slightly dork-like tendencies, Kuroo can be
quite the smooth talker. We all know he’s the “scheming captain” so he’ll be a
few steps ahead in his mind of where he wants to take you and how to get you
there. The intensity ranges from slow and sweet to hard and hot depending on
his (and your) moods.

Bokuto: Initially, he’ll be awkward because he’s so excited to be with you he
just can’t stand it! This may result in a few uncomfortable moments (clicked
teeth, too eager fingers, even pushing in too soon) but as long as you keep the
communication flowing he’ll get the hang of it and every time will improve over
the last.

Ushijima: Very quiet and focused, so much so if you close your eyes you’ll
wonder if he’s still there if he’s not touching you. But while he may be a man
of very few words, Ushijima lets his actions do all the talking.

Terushima: Well rounded and confident, Terushima knows how to pleasure
you and do it well. He’s got quite a bit of experience and uses it to his full
advantage.

Futakuchi: Not necessarily selfish but he can be quite demanding so if
you’re not used to that things could get a bit awkward. However, if you’re into
his dominance, he’ll give you so much pleasure in return for giving him what he
wants.


J = Jack Off (Masturbation headcanon)

Daichi: Prefers the real deal whenever possible, but when he’s away at
training camp and frustrated from continual losses (and punishments) he’ll
steal away to the bathroom and use images of you in his mind to take the edge
off. When he gets home, be ready to get wrecked.

Oikawa: Does so more to experiment on himself so he can tell you what he likes
best. After all, knowledge is power, right? He just hopes you use it for good.

Kuroo: He’s more likely to do so when he’s so busy with captaincy and
homework and you’re doing your own thing so the two of you don’t have time to
connect. He’ll probably call you in the middle of the night because nothing
gets him going faster than the sound of your voice telling him what you’ll be
doing to him the next time you’re together.

Bokuto: This boy has such high energy and stamina that he has to jack off a
couple times a week just so he doesn’t overwhelm you. He’s a bit bashful about
it but it is what it is.

Ushijima: Actually prefers not to because when he’s finally with you again the
sensations are so much more heightened, though he has had to every now and
again just for relief purposes.

Terushima: This boy’s actually into having you watch him do it. The
feel of your gaze on him turns him on so much but of course he’ll want you to
reciprocate and show him what you like on yourself as well.  

Futakuchi: Nothing earth shattering, but if you tease him
(intentionally or not) and he isn’t able to take the time to act on it with
you, he’ll steal away to the bathroom or locker room to deal with the issue and
punish you later.


K = Kink (One or more of their kinks)

Daichi: I think we all know what this one is because it’s a head canon pretty
much EVERYONE shares. One word: Daddy. Daichi is Dad-chi not only to his team
but to you and when you call him that, oh boy, daddy will deliver the goods!

Oikawa: Praise, praise, praise! The boy can’t help it! He’s been admired for
his looks and talent for years so nothing gets him going faster than hearing
sweet words of adoration from your lips. Compliment him, tell him how good he’s
doing and he will make sure you get everything you want.

Kuroo: Role playing, especially in public. Kuroo loves picking an outfit for
you and sending you to a random café, restaurant, park, what have you and pick
you up all over again.  

Bokuto: Bondage. Bokuto is a strong guy, no doubt, but the visual of you
completely at his mercy without him having to hold you down himself? Damn that
is so hot! He loves tying you down and having his way with you until you’re a
panting, begging mess.

Ushijima: Similar to Daichi, except his kink is captain. Ushijima is one proud farmer boy, so when you bring his
title into the bedroom you may just get a bit more than you anticipated; lucky
girl.

Terushima: Dirty talk. This boy has quite the mouth on him and will
have you blushing with all the trash that comes out of it. If you turn the
tables on him and start spouting your own indecency he’ll have you on your back
in seconds.

Futakuchi: Partially clothed sex.
Knowing you just couldn’t wait to have him in you while you’re still
half-dressed gets his blood (and hips) pumping like no other. Tackle him when
he gets home from practice and just watch his eyes roll back.  


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G, H, I, J and K for Daiki?

G = Goofy (Are they
more serious in the moment, or are they humorous, etc): Goofy and Aomine
aren’t two words that normally go together; at least not on purpose. He takes
sex fairly seriously, pleasure and satisfaction for both you and he being his
main goals. If something humorous does
happen (like you accidently knee him in the side of the head while trying to
straddle his face) he can laugh it off and keep going but he won’t be joking
around. He saves his voice for dirty talk and grunting.

H = Hair (How well
groomed are they, does the carpet match the drapes, etc.): Aomine makes
sure to keep his nether hair groomed but he isn’t obsessive over it.
Surprisingly, the blue tint on his head does not make it down south, the color
being more black than anything else.

I = Intimacy (How are
they during the moment, romantic aspect…): Despite his rough, gruff nature
Aomine can be really sweet when the mood hits him. He’ll surprise you every so
often (mostly on special occasions where he’s had time to remember and plan
something) with candles and edible body lotion, rubbing you into sweet
surrender before tasting every inch of your skin then taking you nice and slow,
savoring the moment.

J = Jack Off
(Masturbation headcanon): Let’s face it, Aomine’s sex drive is quite high
so there will be times he’ll need to relieve himself without your input (or
putting it in you). He used to use his magazines, but lately all he has to do
is lie back in the quiet of his dark room, close his eyes and picture you along
with all the lewd things he’s either already done or wants to do to you. He
strokes slowly at first but gets impatient, finishing himself off fairly
quickly. The fix doesn’t last long though, so he ends up calling you to come
over and give him a proper release.

K = Kink (One or more
of their kinks): Call him daddy or master and he just might come in his
pants. He loves dominating you, so bondage is definitely one of his faves. Best
discover so far? Using a sex swing. He loves fucking you when you’re
practically weightless.

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TENDOU’S S/O TRACING THE FRECKLES AND SCARS ON HIS BODY AND ASKING HIM THE STORIES BEHIND EACH ONE AND IT’S JUST CUTE HAPPY SHIT AND IT’S ALL CUDDLES AND KISSES AND THEY BOTH MIGHT BE NAKED BUT THERE’S NO SEX JUST BOTH BEING REAL COMFORTABLE AND TOTALLY IN LOVE NOBODY CAN WRITE THIS BUT YOU I AM 18823987% SURE

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This ask was so pure I’m blessed… T/W for mentions of self harm

Lazy Saturday mornings were always Tendou’s favorite. It wasn’t that he was necessarily lazy himself, but the euphoric feeling of not having to wake up, take four shots of espresso, and finish three reports he had procrastinated on for two weeks on was an amazing change. Well, maybe Tendou was a bit lazy.

Tendou didn’t even feel like moving from his small space on the bed. He took lethargic interest with the way the sun cast through the blinds and how Mourning Doves vied for attention. He could roll over and fall back asleep, if he wanted to. Though, he was right on the edge of the bed and his girlfriend was still asleep on his chest, and he’d rather take a bullet than risk waking her up. He yawned, then noticed her stir for a moment before nuzzling back into him. At this point, Tendou was willing to stop breathing. She looked so peaceful, and Tendou couldn’t quite remember the last time he had actually seen __ with her eyes closed. She still harbored remarkable purple eye bags, though, to which Tendou made a mental note to tease her about later.

After about twenty minutes or so, Tendou didn’t oppose the idea of waking her up so much any longer. His mind wandered to places he’d rather not go when he wasn’t occupied with something. He figured he could just leave the bed and do something in the living room, but he knew for a fact the rest of the apartment would be absolutely freezing; February did not treat them nice. He slowly turned to his side instead, cupping her head in his hand and placing her down on the pillow next to him. She whined and burrowed herself in the duvet, still asleep, but gaining conscious. Tendou smirked, tugged the duvet out of her loosened hands and flipped her onto her back. He sat up and positioned himself above her and threw one leg over her side. He leaned down and pressed his lips against her neck softly, going in for a kiss, but decided against it. Instead he blew, hard, right against the part of her neck he knew was the most sensitive.

Almost immediately, she was up and screaming, her hands on his shoulders attempting to pull him away. He smirked and continued blowing raspberries, effortlessly grabbing her arms and pinning them above her head. She writhed undrneath him, giggling incomprehensible words and attempting to kick him off of her. Usually, she’d have him flat on his ass in the matter of thirty seconds, but catching him at her most delirious gave him a definite advantage. After a while, he figured he had tortured her enough, her chest still heaving and a long, drawled out cuss spilling from her lips. He cut himself off with a wet smack to the red spot on her neck, which instantaneously quieted her down, too. She was completely awake, now, and able to rip her arms away from his and sit up. She merely looked him in the eyes, saying nothing. She used the fabric of the duvet to wipe his saliva from her neck, to which she grimaced, not noticeably, but Tendou noticed.

“You know, Satori, sweetheart…” __ sniffled in a broken voice. “For someone who pays all your damn rent, that was sure a lovely way to thank me.” Tendou smiled sheepishly, looking down at her from his seat between her legs.

“Not gonna say anything? Okay…” She shook her head and smiled, stretching her arms behind her head and cracking her back before snaking them around Tendou’s neck. “You’re so lucky I love you.”

“I know I am.” Tendou hummed, cupping her chin. She flinched, making sure he wasn’t going back for her neck again, before leaning into his touch.

“Now you’ve got something to say, huh?” She chuckled. She grabbed his hips and guided him off of her, leaving him laying on his back as she sat cross legged, rubbing her eyes. “If this thing is still here when I go to work on Monday and my boss asks me what it is, I dunno if I tell him the truth or make up a much more believable lie.”

“What’s so unbelievable about raspberries?” Tendou laughed.

“We’re twenty, that’s what.”

She finished rubbing her eyes and rolled herself on top of him, straddling his waist as he had hers seconds ago. Absentmindedly, she traced the skin on his bare chest, and Tendou thought she was either incredibly amused with how his skin felt or she was still in a sleepy haze. He didn’t mind though, watching her with a lovestruck grin on his face. He watched her as she slid her hand across his chest to his shoulders, and her fingertips taking sudden interest with his freckles.

“You know what I’ve always found odd?” She said, her pointer finger drawing triangles into his skin, presumably a shape his freckles had made.

“Hm?”

“You’ve got freckles everywhere, except your face.”

“Oh please, don’t say that’s odd.” Tendou snorted. The way her fingertips were running across his shoulders and chest made him sigh, suddenly. “Do you know how much more shit I would’ve gotten from people?”

“Aw darling, don’t say that.” __ cooed, scooting herself back on his lap to kiss at his shoulders.

“I kno-ow.”

“Anyways, I dunno about you, but I think the freckles are gorgeous. They add to your dorky charm.” Tendou shook his head, the silly smile on his face growing wider. He had to bite his lip to contain it. She traced the freckles on his chest and stomach next, drawing shapes and what he could only presume was constellations, the only time she stopped was to mutter, “that looks like a jellyfish”, as she traced a cluster of freckles on his stomach. Tendou didn’t really care what his freckles looked like, all he could focus on was her. Every time she ran her fingertips across his skin a jolt ran up his spine, because even after years of her touch, he was still starved for it. He found himself absentmindedly closing his eyes, even if he was trying so hard to focus on the beautiful little amused smile on her face. Tendou gave into the heaviness of his eyes and chuckled, he was absolutely living. His eyes fluttered back open when __ started fingering with the elastic of his boxers, pulling them down slightly to reveal his hips.

“Satori, darling.” Her fingertips traced gently over the puffy lines on his hip. “How did you get these?”

With anyone else, Tendou would’ve been a nervous wreck discussing the scars on his body, but with her, he couldn’t feel more sane.

“I put ‘em there myself.”

She frowned, but didn’t stop brushing her fingers over them.

“How come I’ve never noticed these?” She frowned, taking the other side of his boxers and pulling them down completely, sliding them off his legs and throwing it to the edge of the bed. “You’ve got a lot, huh?”

Her fingertips moved from his hips to his upper thighs, rubbing at similar puffy scars. Tendou just watched her stare at them, the admiration her eyes once held, gone. The love hadn’t fled, though. In fact, Tendou swore he could see it more.

“I never really pointed them out ‘cause there was no need to.” Tendou shrugged, meeting her eyes. “It’s all in the past. I really don’t feel like that anymore, you know.”

“I know.” Her eyes flickered from his back down to the scars on his thighs. “Can I? Can I, uh…” She shifted himself so that she was face level with his thighs, and ever so softly, pressed a gentle kiss against the scarred areas. He gasped, not out of fear or disgust, but out of pure and utter shock.

“Ba-abe.” Tendou whined, throwing his hands up to his cheeks. “My heart’s gonna explode.”

She looked up at him, mouth agape, before pouting, and pecking another series of kisses along his right thigh. Although Tendou was used to the proximity between her and him, this entire gesture made his heart beat rapidly in his chest. When she shifted her weight and nuzzled into his other thigh, Tendou swore he giggled. He covered his mouth and cheeks with his hand, the latter burning furiously. He did this until she traced a trail of kisses up his stomach and pulled herself up completely, moving his hand away from his mouth herself. She then kissed his lips, short and sweet, before pulling him into a hug.

“I love you.” Tendou muttered into the tresses of her hair in his face.

“I love you too, my perfect angel.”

She gave him one last squeeze before sliding back on the bed. She sat cross legged by his knees, patting on her legs to signal him to kick his up onto hers. He did, careful not to force his weight on her too hard. She then took one of his legs in her hands, running her fingertips up his calves.

“I love how even your leg hair is ginger, wow.” She chuckled, sarcastically. “Makes it easy to see your pale ass skin, though.”

“It’s hard to imagine just two fucking seconds ago you called me your perfect angel, wow.” Tendou mocked her, lightly kicking her in the chest. She laughed, tightening her grip on his calf. He laughed with her.

She continued with her soft touches for a while, sending Tendou back into a relaxed state. After a while though, she stopped, pressing her finger over a certain part on his leg.

“How’d you get this?” __ asked. Tendou sat up and looked at the scar she was pointing at, a dark brown one sitting above his ankle. “It’s the only scar on your legs.”

“Oh yeah, I forgot about that.” Tendou shook his head. “In my last year of elementary school, my class took a field trip to a petting zoo, and since I was actually ten years old, I thought it would be hysterical to chase after a bunch of chickens-”

“Tendou Satori don’t you dare tell me you got a permanent scar from a flock of chickens.”

“Oh yeah I did. Don’t regret it one bit.” Tendou laughed at the way she shook her head, muttering something about, “I can’t believe I fell in love with you.” After that, she decided to leave his legs alone. She had him flip on his stomach, next, which Tendou had no complaints about. He loved the feeling of nails on his back, and if she took her time there like she did everywhere else, Tendou swore he would fall back to sleep in an instant.

The moment her fingertips brushed against his shoulder blades, Tendou had already melted. He audibly sighed, nuzzing his face into the pillow. He could hear her giggle from behind him, continuing to touch him.

“What are all the scars up by your shoulders from?” She asked him, running the palm of her hand across the nape of his neck to the small of his back.

“Acne scars, babe.”

“Oh.” She peeped. “Sorry.” She leaned in, her palm flat on his back, and kissed hi nape gently.

“For what?” He laughed, flopping back down into the pillow. “This is literally the best day of my li-ife.”

Tendou swore he had reached Nirvana in those next five or so minutes. She traced all the freckles on his back, from where his hairline stopped to where his tail bone lay. He’d sigh every so often, the only indication he was giving her that he was awake. There was a point where she was doing nothing in particular, just scratching up and down his back softly, making his eyelids droop. He swore he was on the brink of passing out once more, just one more gentle touch, but she paused, her hand leaving his skin for a moment before it came in sharp contact with his bum. He whined in protest, but that was covered by her booming laughter.

“Wha’ was that for?” He mumbled, lifting his head up from the pillow to look at her.

“You have freckles on your bum. I thought it was cute.”

“So you slapped me-e?”

“Well, all’s fair in love and war.” She smiled fictitiously. “That wasn’t half as bad as the raspberry.”

Tendou shook his head, leaning across to bed to grab her in his arms. He help her there for a moment before throwing himself back onto the bed. She squealed, although she was silenced by Tendou pressing his lips against hers. She broke away then kissed him again, starting a cycle of soft lips moving against each other while hands roamed. Tendou parted away after a while, resting his forehead against hers.

“I love you…” Was all he said before kissing her again.

Times like these were just his absolute favorite.

This is precious! Like, wow, you are just so frickin’ GREAT at writing Tendou. This inspired me to focus on gentle intimacy and connection for future writings! Well, well done! I had a smile on my face the whole time!

50+ Followers & Karasuno Mistletoe Special!

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AN: Happy Holidays, everyone! As a thank you for 50+ followers, I wanted to write Christmas scenarios of you under the mistletoe with our favorite Karasuno boys. They, uh, turned out to be quite long…. Daichi will be shown first and the rest of the boys will be under the cut. I hope you all enjoy!

DAICHI: School had been out for winter break for about a week now, and that meant that volleyball practice had been on hiatus due to the holiday season. It was quite relaxing for everyone, really, but the team had missed each other so much that Coach Ukai agreed to hold a small holiday get-together before everyone left on vacation (thanks to Takeda-sensei’s begging).

As one of the older managers, you helped Kiyoko and Hitoka decorate Coach Ukai’s home with tinsel, candy canes, and per Hitoka’s request, mistletoe.

“_____-chan, you know it won’t be Christmas without mistletoe!” Hitoka beamed, shoving the plastic plant to your chest.

You pouted. “What if you and Yamaguchi fell under the mistletoe!? Will you really kiss him?”

“_-____-chan!! You don’t have to actually kiss under the mistletoe!! T-that’s just tradition!!” her cheeks burned a bright red.

Knowing the boys, you knew that if you, Kiyoko, or Hitoka fell under the mistletoe with them, they would probably attempt to kiss either of you, without any hesitation at all. But you only wanted to kiss one person, and one person only.

The whole team had finally arrived around dinner time. Sugawara was the only one dressed appropriately with an ugly sweater. But your attention was focused on Daichi the entire night. He looked so good in green….

Your relationship with Daichi would not have existed without the volleyball team. You didn’t meet him until you and Kiyoko joined as managers, and you were so thankful for that. You fell for Daichi almost as soon as you met him. He was friendly, reliable, smart, and so much more. He was simply amazing.

You were chatting with Sugawara about his sweater when Daichi approached you two.

“Thank you for planning all of this, _____-san,” he smiled. Boy, did you love that smile.

“It wasn’t all me,” you messed with the hem of your sweater. “Kiyoko and Hitoka-chan helped, too.” You noticed that the his mug that was once filled with hot chocolate was empty. “Do you want more hot chocolate?”

Daichi gave you his signature smile that made your cheeks flush. “I’d like that.”

You grabbed his mug and he followed you into the kitchen.

“_____-san,” he said. You turned to look at him with curious eyes. God, you were so cute. “Can you do me a favor?”

“Of course. What do you need?”

“Can you look up?”

Confused, you looked up and your eyes widened. You saw one of the mistletoe hanging from the ceiling. Had you hung that there earlier…?

“M-mistletoe,” you stuttered.

“You know what people do under the mistletoe, right?” Daichi teased.

“Of course I do!”

“Then can I kiss you?”

You felt your face burn as hot as the stove. Had Sawamura Daichi really asked you to kiss him under the mistletoe? How could you decline?

Instead of answering verbally, you leaned into him slowly. He cupped your face with his hands and kissed you. His lips were so soft and boy, did he know how to kiss. You could feel every emotion he felt fo you. You felt like you were melting into him.

Christmas was your new favorite holiday.

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Christmas in August, these are so cute!!

A, B, D, E and F for my babies Ushijima and Aomine? Thanks for you hard work bby❤

Ushijima

Aftercare (What
they’re like after sex): Ushijima is a man of very few words and this trend
continues in the bedroom. His aftercare comes in the form of strong arms
wrapped tenderly around you with soft kisses to your temples and cheeks. If you
want a bath, he’ll gladly run it for you, carrying you in to settle amongst the
bubbles and some scented candles.

Body part (Their favorite
body part of theirs and also their partner’s): His favorite body part on
himself are his hands. They are his bread and butter while also being the
instruments he uses most to pleasure you. On you, he loves your hips,
they give him something to hold onto when he’s driving in from behind.

Dirty Secret (Pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of
theirs): Before you two became intimate, he accidently saw you in the shower and
the image was his masturbating fantasy long before he ever got the chance to
touch you for real.

Experience (How experienced are they? Do they know what
they’re doing?): Ushijima is not someone who will sleep with just anyone, preferring
to wait until he has a strong emotional connection with the person he’s with.
So while he may not be exceptionally experienced or skilled initially, he makes
up for it in practice.

Favorite Position (This goes without saying. Will probably
include a visual): It might sound boring but hear me out: Missionary. This is
because Ushijima loves the feeling of being pressed up against all of you,
feeling not only your skin, but your breathing, inhaling your scent as he
kisses your neck, just being warm all over. It makes him feel powerful to have
you writhing beneath him, trusting him to take care of you.

Aomine

Aftercare (What they’re like after sex): This depends on a
couple of factors. One: what he was doing before you have sex and two: how
rough was he with you? Was it fairly vanilla, just a quick romp in the sheets
to take the edge off or to just reconnect? Most likely he’ll pull you flush
against himself, chest pressed to your back and falling asleep quickly while he
holds you. If it was a longer session filled with teasing, edging and rough
fucking he’ll take his time massaging all your weary limbs, giving you
compliments on how good you were and kissing you gently.

Body part (Their favorite body part of theirs and also their
partner’s): Aomine is particularly fond of his torso (chest and abs together).
He knows he’s damn sexy and he’s worked hard to build muscle to play hard at
his favorite game. Is there really any question for the partner? BOOBS! Small,
large, perky, slightly sagged, doesn’t matter. He loves the boobs. Give him the
boobs.

Dirty Secret (Pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of
theirs): Has had pity sex with an acquaintance whose boyfriend cheated on her. He’s
not necessarily ashamed of it but he doesn’t talk about it either.

Experience (How experienced are they? Do they know what
they’re doing?): Aomine has a high sex drive so he definitely has quite a bit
of experience. He knows how to touch, tease, kiss and lick you into submission
but is not above learning new things. Sex is the one area of his life he does
not mind practicing.

Favorite Position (This goes without saying. Will probably
include a visual): Despite being a breast man, Aomine’s fave position is doggy
style. He loves the animalistic nature of this position and the sight of you
completely at his mercy. He doesn’t abuse the power, he just revels in it. Smacks
to the ass are par for the course.

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“Some of them want to use you…” Sweet Dreams with Akashi???

Side note: I listened to the Marilyn Manson version of this because I felt like it fit more with Akashi’s personality in this. I hope you like it!

Sweet Dreams by Eurythmics (Covered by Marilyn Manson) – Akashi

Doubt and fear, two feelings Akashi is not accustomed to,
creep up from the pit of his stomach like monsters. He feels the pressure, the
constant beating against the door in his mind that holds back a beast he
instinctively knows is dangerous to release. But as Murasakibara continues to dominate
him, the draw to unbolt that door and fling it open becomes overwhelming. The
voice behind it tries for sweetness and ease, coaxing him to bend to its will
all while promising complete absolution of success for himself if he does.

Sweet dreams are made
of this

Who am I to disagree?

I travel the world

And the seven seas,

Everybody’s looking
for something.

“I told you I would crush you,” Mura says lowly, passing
Akashi again and sinking another basket. He’s inching closer to victory and
Akashi, already having lost so much and seeing more loss looming in the future,
unlocks the chamber of his inner demon.

Some of them want to
use you

Some of them want to
get used by you

Some of them want to
abuse you

Some of them want to
be abused

Everyone gasps at the ease with which he puts down Murasakibara. In doing so, he cements
his position as captain and leader of this team once again. Akashi meets their
eyes, his own a reflection of the change within himself to something darker,
more sinister.

Hold your head up

Keep your head up,
movin’ on

Hold your head up,
movin’ on

Keep your head up,
movin’ on

“Atsushi,” he says drawing the purple-haired giant’s
attention, “I don’t care if you no longer come to practice as long as you meet
your shot quota. Fail me and there will be consequences.”

Murasakibara nods, bewildered at this change in the demeanor
of his captain.

Akashi looks over the team, a smirk twitching the edges of
his lip. There’s no way they’ll leave him behind now. And any who want to
leave? Well, they’re welcome to sign the deed on the guarantee of their own
failures. Because his will…is absolute.

Some of them want to
use you

Some of them want to
get used by you

Some of them want to
abuse you

Some of them want to
be abused

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aomine with his wife nsfw scenario during their honeymoon trip? Plss

baesketballers:

yall thirsty for aomine

This is rather long? I got carried away (a.k.a. got hot and bothered while writing this) but I’m just going to say that I’m compensating for the time I’m away!

Fem!Reader ahead

As you peer into the depth of his sapphire eyes that seem to glow amidst the dimly-lit hotel room, you feel as though a different aura emanates from your now husband, the man you swore to spend the rest of your life with. His usually lazy and somewhat crude disposition is nowhere to be found, replaced only be sheer intensity. If not for your arms around his neck, you would associate the sensation as if you were his opponent on court.

Because his eyes follow the slightest movement you make, the grip on your waist tight but not enough to hurt, pressing you flush against his chest in ways that make you blush. Now that the reception is over and the two of you are finally alone, you expect him to be the usual package: smug, fast, and rough. It’s probably been a full minute since you’ve been standing in front of the closed door of your hotel room like this, staring at each other—you trying to read his mind, him doing who knows what.

“Fuck,” he rasps before cupping your jaw and pulling you in a deep kiss that is so Aomine-esque it weakens your knees. Your hands are on the lapels of his tuxedo suit for support, thoughts of ruining the expensive clothing out the window. He doesn’t seem to mind either, continuing the pleasurable onslaught of your lips with added fervor.

Somehow you end up on bed, him hovering above you like a predator. The touch of his big hands up and down the curves of your body says otherwise, however—they are gentle, lingering even, something that the fast-paced Aomine rarely does. 

“I’m so fucking lucky, aren’t I,” he breathes once he pulls away from the heated kiss, situating his lips right next to your ear to nip at the skin teasingly. You would at least chuckle at the rare sappiness he is showing if you did not reciprocate the feeling: your heart is too full and your body too hot, so instead of a laugh, a delicate “oh” paints your lips.

“Mine,” he growls into your ear, his nips evolving slowly into the occasional graze of his teeth just enough to send sparks down to your core. Kitten-like licks litter his ministrations in-between the roughness, balancing out the sensations and gradually drowning you in a pool of lust—he knows your body, and he won’t hesitate to exploit that knowledge tonight.

When Aomine stops, you open your eyes, blinking back at those deep blues of his in confusion. He has a hand on the small of your back, another encasing your wrists, tugging you to sit up and eventually stand. You comply wordlessly, standing at the side of the bed as he circles you, eyeing you from your now messed-up hair to the scarpin heels that perfectly matches your dress. You would think he’s undressing you mentally, but there seems to be something more behind that sharp gaze he rarely shows behind the bedroom doors…

Just as you are about to ask what is wrong, Aomine slowly slips his arms around your waist from behind, pressing his palm against your clothed torso, but all in a painfully slow motion that you are partially not accustomed to when it comes to intimate affairs with him. It’s as if he is trying to savor the sensation of his hand against your body, as if he is trying to drown himself in the existence of your presence. 

You’re real, you’re here, and you’re his. 

He kisses your hair, still hugging you from behind, and you cannot help but sink more into his embrace. The confusion previously occupying your mind dissipates, and you’re suddenly brought to the highest of heights upon internalizing your union with him in ceremony—the catalyst would be the gleam of the silver band on his finger. You place your hand on his.

“Did I tell you,” his lips are on your neck now, his breath teasing your naked skin, “that you look so beautiful in this dress?” He leaves a kiss on your jugular. “You can’t imagine how surprised I was when I first saw you down that aisle, goddamn.” Aomine’s hand trails slowly down to your center, caressing each inch of lace and satin in detail before pressing gently against where you are most sensitive, earning him the arch of your back to lean closer against hand. How could he resist you when you’re so alluringly vulnerable like this for him?

“Daiki—”

“You’re perfect, you know that?” He says, kissing your shoulders now. His hand travels up and down your back, while the other stays right at your clothed core, giving out luscious promises with his fingers of the events yet to come. You grip at his shoulders behind you for purchase lest you slip down to the floor from the weakness of your legs. Aomine himself couldn’t stop his own fingers from teasingly pulling down your zipper, the smooth movement awakening your nerves. 

As you anticipated, the sleek material of the dress allows it to immediately slip off of your unobstructed skin and onto a piling heap on the floor, forming some sort of puddle around your feet. Aomine stands still behind you, surveying you closely in your tempting set of underwear as you feel his gaze burn into your back.

When he circles back to stand in front of you, you can’t help the flush of your cheeks as he basks in your state of undress. Under normal circumstances when you are more outspoken, you would point out the unfairness of the situation, to which Aomine would most happily remedy by stripping himself to nudity. Tonight, however, it seems like he wants to take his time.

You’re only half surprised when he suddenly heaves you up in his arms, carrying you bridal style to the bed that is merely three steps away. Your hands reach up to cup his cheeks, but your intention to pull him into a kiss is stopped with a simple finger on your lips. 

Aomine has other plans.      

With your wrists caged single-handedly, you can only let out a breathless sigh as Aomine travels down your body, face in front of your bra-clad chest. He starts out tormentingly slow, one unoccupied hand on your waist and him leaning forward to kiss the flesh of your breast. He doesn’t move to rid you of your underwear until several moments later, when he all but rips the bra by tugging it down, propping your breasts up. Slowly, he takes a nipple in his mouth, maintaining eye contact while doing so. Your heart hammers against your ribcage while you witness the salacious sight of his tongue circling a pert bud.

He pulls away and you almost whine from the lack of contact.

“Tell me you’re mine,” he whispers.

“I’m yours,” you answer in a heartbeat.

“I’m yours too, baby,” he replies before kissing your chest. “I’ll do anything you tell me to do.” 

“Please…”

“Please what, hmm?”

“Touch me more.”

“Touch what more, babe,” he challenges, revealing the mean streak he has underneath all the passion the wedding has instigated. Aomine’s tongue circles around and not at where you want it the most, and you have to suppress the frustrated groan.

“T-Touch my nipple more,” you say, fighting the embarrassment that materializes through the flush of your skin.

He lets out a breathy laugh, but at an instant he releases your wrists in favor of your twin breast, letting his fingers toy with a nipple while he fervently sucks on the other. You throw your head back at the immense pleasure, feeling extremely on edge as moisture seeps into your panties. You press your thighs together.

Once Aomine finishes his attack on your chest, he litters kisses down your naked stomach, taking his time to reach the hem of your panties until his face is situated in front of your covered cunt. He groans at the sight—you’re nearly soaked, leaving little to the imagination thanks to the white lace. He can smell your arousal and it’s whetting his appetite for you, though he is suddenly aware of the tightness of his pants. As much as he wants to be inside you right now, he’s determined to make you even wetter.

“What do you want me to do,” he purrs, fingers stroking your lower lips as you grasp the sheets, gasping.

“A-Aaah,” your moan is prolonged by an index finger pressed deftly against your clit, rolling it around to tease. “Anything,” you sigh, “just touch me…”

He’s pulling your panties down now and you feel the urge to tell him to hurry up.

“With my tongue or my fingers?” He asks again, now that you’re bare and ready. Aomine licks his lips at the sight. You can’t bring yourself to answer, not when he has his face right there.

“Mmm, you want my tongue,” Aomine says, his hands working on spreading your thighs ever so slowly, tricking them to relax so he can place your legs over his shoulders. “I just know it. You’re a greedy one… not that I mind.”

And then he presses his tongue flat against your pussy, making you let out the lewdest moan he’s ever heard. He thinks about the spacious suite of the hotel, and how the walls are considerably thick, and about how he asked the reception if the room next door is taken.

The room next door is not taken.

Aomine uses his thumb to spread you apart before diving in, slurping and sucking with all his might. Neighbor or no neighbor, he’s determined to make you scream his name a million times.

“D-Daiki,” you whimper, grabbing his hair in between your fingers. He has you grinding yourself against his face, the unconscious cant of your hips sending sparks of arousal down to his core, and he loves every second of it, his nose pressed against your clit as he sips your juices. A moment later he has two fingers inside of you, making scissoring motions to prepare you while his tongue prods your clit.

“I’m, I’m gonna, cum,” you manage to say in between pants. Aomine’s chuckle vibrates against your clit and your breath hitches, feeling yourself inching closer to your breaking point. When his fingers find that bundle of nerves he knows all too well, he quickly retracts them to place his mouth over your lower lips again, eagerly lapping at whatever you have to offer with your orgasm and your moans of pleasure.

With half-lidded eyes as you slowly come back down, you poise yourself to look between your legs, only to find Aomine smirking at you with cum-stained lips. He licks them clean almost immediately though, and that’s when you realize he’s still fully dressed. You pout, quickly grabbing at the lapels of his tux to get rid of it while Aomine laughs.

“Sorry babe, I was so excited for this,” he presses two fingers against your lower lips and you inhale sharply, still sensitive from your orgasm, “that I forgot to take these off.”

With his help, the two of you are both naked, sitting in front of each other on bed.

Maybe it’s the high you just experienced, or maybe it’s just because of his pure gorgeousness, but somehow you forget about your own physical insecurities and just revel in the fact that this man is your husband. Aomine is secretly thinking the same, looking at you with an expression inherently different that the smug one he wears whenever he pleasures you. He feels a small tug at the corner of his lips and he realize that he’s smiling.

“I love you so much, you know that?” He says, leaning forward to kiss you.

“Mmm…”

“Say it,” he pulls away, giving you a chance to actually do so.

“I love you too.”

As if the notion of his feelings being recruited is ridiculous (at this point he should realize that the two of you are married, of course you love him just as much), Aomine gently pushes you back down on bed, making sure that you’re comfortable where you are.

“Babe.”

“Yeah?” You say, pressing your lips on his chest. He sighs.

“Does that mean… I can finally ditch the condom?”

You laugh, playing with a nipple in between your teeth, gentle enough not to hurt him. Aomine looks as if he’s in a trance, his eyes glued to your mouth and the gratifying debauchery you commit on his taut chest.

“Yeah, you can ditch the condom.”

“Fuck yes,” he hisses through gritted teeth, all too eagerly gripping on your hips to align himself to your entrance. You let out a satisfied sigh as he sinks himself into you slowly, careful not to hurt you despite the numerous times he has done this and basking in the raw sensations—god, you’re so warm, so tight… he swears mentally that he’s never going to wear protection again unless he must, because he’s getting addicted to this.

“O-oh, ____________,” Aomine rasps, looking down at you, “the things I’m going to do to you tonight.”

One: hot damn this was luscious! Two: so glad to see you on my dash!!