HCs on Aomine, Kagami, Kuroo, Daichi and Ukai having a Bonnie and Clyde kind of relationship with their s/o

Aomine

If you’re threatened, he shoots first and asks questions
later.

Will absolutely put himself in the line of fire to protect
you. He knows you can handle yourself but it’s in his nature to protect you.

Overall, leaves the leg work to his and your cronies; he
just shows up for the big show downs.

Kagami

Will quite literally give you the shirt off his back.
Anything and everything you need, he’ll provide (legally or not).

But he appreciates that you have a partnership. He may be an
alpha but when it comes to his mate he prefers looking to his side, rather than
behind him for you.

That doesn’t mean he won’t still try to talk you out of big
jobs or rumbles. He can’t help but want you safe even if you both chose this
life.

Kuroo

The two of you started out as best friends really, you were
the only one who truly called him on his bullshit. Over time, he fell in love
with your snark and ability to lead.

Thinks you look hot AF with a gun in your hand. Add a
cigarette and he’ll damn near swoon.

Trusts you to take care of yourself, but won’t hold back his
opinion if he thinks you’re being too reckless.

Daichi

Even though he met you “in the life” he strives hard to keep
you out of it whenever possible. He doesn’t mean to be chauvinistic, it’s
just his way of showing he loves you.

But that doesn’t mean he doesn’t respect you. He knows you
can take down an armed thug without a weapon no problem.

If the need ever arose, he would drop everything (including
volleyball) to go on the run with you. He never wants to be without you by his
side.

Ukai

Appreciates your no-nonsense attitude and the fact he
doesn’t have to watch over you 24/7.

Appreciates even more your ability to keep the gang of young
ones the two of you have taken under your wings in line. No one messes with
“mama”.

Despite the above, he will hunt down without mercy anyone
who even threatens you and heaven help them if they manage to injure you at
all.

Omg Jade, i’m so excited about your AU events! Hopefully your writings could make everyone satisfied like always❤ how about Badboy! Aomine has love hate relationship with nerd girl (reader) she couldn’t stand with his bullies anymore so she starts to change her appearance(she has his ideal body type) and he’s ask her out? Maybe NSFW because of the sexual tensiom between them.. thanks

A/N: So, after I
finished this, I realized the only factors I kept of your ask were Aomine as a
bad boy and the girl as a nerd. I focused more on her irritation with him and
his personality than with him bullying her though he is tactless (as we all
know). Also, because you specified “nerd girl” I do have some common tropes
here purely for the sake of description. Anyone can be a nerd but without
actual physical pictures, I have to rely on my word choices to paint it.

“And _____-san with Aomine-san,” sensei announces. The
female of the equation groans quietly, head smacking against her desk. Glancing
around she’s unsurprised to see the notorious bad boy of Too absent…again. Why
oh why does sensei hate her so? It’s bad enough to have to work on a paired
project but with Aomine Daiki? The most narcissistic and lazy asshole she’s
ever met?

The fact that he’s ridiculously gorgeous doesn’t help
matters either.

After class ends, she’s fortunate enough to come across his
pink haired keeper. “Ah, Momoi-san,” she calls garnering her attention.

She smiles brightly, waving. “Hello, ______-san, how are
you?”

“Eh, could be better,” she confesses shaking her head. The
pink haired girl tilts hers with curiosity to the reply but she ignores delving
further into her personal problems by getting straight to the point. “Do you
know where Aomine-san is?”

Momoi’s pink eyes widen before a devious smile curls up her
lips. “He’s probably on the roof. I know his favorite spot; do you want me to
take you to him?”

“That would be great, I don’t have a lot of time.”

The two walk briskly to the stairs heading up. By the time they’ve
reach the top, Momoi’s companion is breathing a bit heavier, the weight of her
backpack making her wish she’d had the foresight to leave it behind.

“Dai-san!” Momoi calls, voice shrill to impart maximum
annoyance to her friend.

“What do you want Satsuki?” Aomine grumbles, blue hair
visible near the edge of the platform upon which he lays.

“_______-san needs to see you! Be nice!” she shouts then
winks before leaving.

Time passes but Aomine has no intention of getting up. If
she wants to talk to him, she can come up here. His arm lays across his eyes to
block the blaring rays of sun but he jolts up at the feel of a shoe kicking the
bottom of his own. He hadn’t even heard her climb the ladder.

“What the hell,” he snaps, eyes opening to look up.

Above him stands who he’s dubbed the “nerd girl”. She pushes her glasses up the bridge of her
nose in a manner reminiscent to Midorima. “I could ask you the same thing,” she
snaps, eyes hidden behind the glare of her shields. “It’s impolite to keep a
lady waiting.

“Yeah, well, if you see one around let me know and I’ll make
sure to jump right up,” he retorts, satisfied to see a faint blush of what he
can only assume is anger flooding her cheeks. It makes her almost look human.

“You’re an ass,” she asserts. Setting down her bag, she
unzips it and hands him a paper.

“What’s this?” he asks blinking.

“Our paired assignment that we are unfortunately required to
collaborate on. It’s 25% of our grade Aomine-san, so I would appreciate it if
you don’t dawdle in doing your part.”

The basketball punk scans over the text before scoffing, “What
is this shit anyway? Tch, I don’t have time to worry about this right now.” He
stands, holding out the paper which she refuses to take.

“I’m not doing your work for you, Aomine-san,” she says
firmly standing as well, the difference in their height making her swallow her nerves.
She’s not exactly afraid of the looming
male but he definitely has an aura about him that makes her apprehensive.

And she hates herself for noticing the tone of his muscles;
she hates it even more that he doesn’t miss that she’s staring.

“Heh, why don’t we compromise, hmmm?” He takes a step
forward but she refuses to retreat so now his chest is almost touching her
decidedly large one. “You handle the assignment,” he murmurs, hand reaching out
to play with some loose strands of her hair. “And I’ll handle you.”

Heat floods her face at his insinuation followed by
righteous anger. Her hand moves before she can think, smacking him across the
face. “You’re a pig,” she hisses, gathering her bag and storming down the
ladder. She leaves with a parting, “Meet me at the library at 5:00, we’ll go
over the details then,” thrown over her shoulder before the roof door slams
shut. Behind she leaves Aomine fuming.

He’s never backed down or lost a challenge before and he isn’t
about to start now. “The only one who
can beat me, is me,” Aomine mumbles, gathering his belongings.

That evening, she takes a seat in one of the study rooms and
waits. And waits. And waits. Of course, the jerk would be late. When an hour
past their meeting time goes by, a deep boiling anger bubbles up. She isn’t
this person, isn’t one to go off and strike someone, to want to yell and scream
at them but Aomine Daiki is decidedly good at getting her dander up. She
loathes the injustice that someone so pertinacious and self-centered
practically has the world at his feet just through sheer arrogance and
entitlement.

And to top it all off, she knows he’s in a gang, a delinquent
through and through and yet everyone, including teachers, fall to his feet like
he’s some sort of god!

All because he’s good at basketball.

Ok, so maybe he’s better than good, maybe he is the best,
but still, there are more things to life! More things that make people great, make
them valuable and important!

Finally, she’s done waiting, grabbing up her bag and huffing
out the doors making a beeline for the gym. It’s unlikely he’s even there given
his penchant for skipping practice almost as much as he does class but she has
to try. She has to get him to realize she’s not a push over and she’s not a
patsy.

Entering, she sees who she knows to be captain and coach of
the basketball team talking quietly. The squeak of her shoes against the floor announces
her presence and both males turn to look in her direction. “Ah, excuse me,
Imayoshi-senpai?” she calls.

His smile makes her shiver a little. “Yes? Can I help you?”

“I…I’m sorry to bother you but, have you seen Aomine-san? We
were supposed to meet at the library and-“

“Ah, so you’re the
reason Aomine-kun was all hot under the collar today,” he asserts making her
blink in confusion. Coach murmurs something about grading papers, leaving the
basketball player and flustered student to their own devices. Before she can
ask him to explain Imayoshi goes on, “Please allow me to apologize for the
inconvenience. You see, it’s my fault Aomine-kun just now finished. Course, now
I understand why he didn’t complain as much as he usually does. What a naughty
boy, am I right?”

Deep crimson overtakes her complexion, hands gripping the
strap of her bag tighter. Why is she interpreting his commentary so…lewdly?

Imayoshi, ever observant, is tempted to continue this line
of teasing simply for the pleasure of watching her squirm but he’s tired and
besides; it’s clear this one isn’t interested in him anyway. Shame, she’d be
fun to break. Shrugging on his own bag, Imayoshi points towards the locker
room. “He’s in there,” then promptly exits the gym, leaving her to decide
whether to continue waiting.

Taking a seat on the bench, she goes over her notes, mind
wandering between what she’s doing and what’s taking Aomine so long. Undoubtedly,
he’s done this on purpose, exerting himself as dominant and not one to cater to
the beck and call of others, but he’s never tangoed with someone like her
before.

“Yo,” his deep voice rumbles jarring her out of her
thoughts. Looking up, she swallows the extra saliva that has suddenly appeared thanks
to the sight of him shirtless, tribal markings dancing on his broad chest and
over sculpted shoulders. A distinct heat erupts between her legs when she
notices his nipples are pierced. How the hell does he play basketball with
those?

“Oh, these? I take them out of course,” he comments
revealing she voiced the question out
loud.

Mortified, she covers her face, a deep groan pulling from
her lips. His presence before her on his knees, face level with hers, makes her
squeak. “You’d better be careful, _______-san, I just may get the wrong
impression if you keep making noises like that.”

Her bosom heaves drawing his eyes downward, his blatant
staring making her entire body hum with apprehension. Raising his eyes to hers
once more he smirks, leaning forward. Heat radiates off his flesh, their
proximity drawing beads of sweat to her brow.

“You know, maybe what you need isn’t a project partner so
much as a…fuck partner?” he murmurs, lips millimeters from hers.

“You’re a pig,” she whispers.

“So you’ve already mentioned. And you’re a bitch, what of
it?” he replies.

“I don’t like you,” she remarks.

“Tch, you think I like you? Hardly. Though despite your
glasses and always wearing cardigans even when it’s fucking hot outside, you’re
certainly alluring,” he admits, trailing a heated gaze over her curves.

“This…this can’t…this isn’t
happening,” she asserts, willing her brain to work better than her hormones.

“Oh, I beg to differ princess,” he purrs, “I can see you
want me, why continue to deny it? Take the offer, it’s not everyone I’m willing
to give all this to.”

She narrows her eyes. “And here I thought I’d figured out
how you got ahead in life, Aomine-san.”

“What’d you mean?”

She shrugs, glad to feel a bit of her senses (other than the
horny ones) returning. “I was racking my brain trying to figure out how you
could possibly still be in school and on the team even though you do nothing
contributory to either. Well, at least in school. I know in basketball you’re second
to none, though I have heard rumors of a certain red head at Seirin that
supposedly can give you a run for your money.” She shrugs again, tapping him on
the nose. “I just assumed you were a man whore, slutting it up to whomever you
needed. How else would you still be passing your classes?”

“You, self-righteous bitch,” he snaps.

Eyes gleaming behind her glasses, she pushes against his chest,
denial clear. Aomine may be a bastard, but he’d never truly force himself on
her. He gets up, eyes full of fire.

“I believe that’s round one to me, Daiki-kun,” she purrs
sashaying her hips as she exits. Turning around, she’s gratified to see evidence of a distinctly firm problem below his waist line. “Tomorrow, after school,
5PM, library. Be there.”

When she’s gone, Aomine grabs his basketball and slam dunks
it hard enough to shake the rafters. This kitten doesn’t know who she’s dealing
with and Aomine is dead set on turning her hisses into mewls.

A/N: I originally intended
to end this NSFW but the progression changed as I went and I really like how
things ended here with the bad boy being put in his place. I hope you still
enjoyed it!

Imayoshi- The Danger of Assumption

A/N: Warning for violence and harsh language. Requester asked to be left in anon, so I’m posting this separate from the ask. Thank you for sending it in, I hope you like it!

He really should have
known it was only a matter of time before something of this nature occurred.
Imayoshi has been in the game of coercion and manipulation since he was young,
his skills initially applied to basketball and getting under his opponents’
skin.

Only now, the game is deadlier,
the stakes higher and he doesn’t take kindly to having the tables turned on
him.

“Where is she?” he asks,
tone genial, a smile on his face which sit inches from his captive.

“Fuck you,” hisses
Hanamiya, spit marring the clear lenses of Imayoshi’s glasses.

“Such an ungrateful
student,” murmurs Imayoshi removing the offended frames and cleaning the glass
with a cloth. Placing them upon his face, he looks at his former subordinate before
smacking him hard across the face. It’s more demeaning and Hanamiya knows it. “Really,
Makoto, I expected better of you.” Hanamiya’s grey eyes follow him as he paces,
Imayoshi idly flipping open then closed his beloved switchblade, a gift from ______
for Christmas.

“Like you’re one to
talk,” spats the bound man tugging on his restraints which only adds to the
burns on his wrists. “I know what you bastards did! And you swore, you fucking swore on your life that she’d remain
safe but you lied and because of you she’s dead!”

Imayoshi rears back,
hand slicing through the air like a whip connecting hard enough with Hanamiya’s
head for him to hear bells. “And this is what you get for making assumptions,”
whispers Imayoshi, drawing his face back to his own. Blood trails down his
temple, teeth gritting till he’s sure they’re about to break. “It wasn’t Too,
who killed your mother.”

Hanamiya’s eyes widen a
bit. “Who did?” Imayoshi smiles. “Fuck, tell me who did!”

“Shall we say,” Imayoshi
goes on, tapping his chin before meeting his eyes to Hanamiya’s, “a little “misdirection”,
was employed?”

Hanamiya can’t believe
what he’s hearing. There’s no way… “Seirin? Seirin?!!”

Imayoshi shrugs. “Guess
they aren’t as squeaky clean as everyone believes them to be, though if you
ask me-“

“Which I didn’t-“

“I think,” Imayoshi
continues right along, “it wasn’t intentional. Collateral damage seems most
likely, though still, the way her body was left-“

“Shut up!” Hanamiya
shouts, tears held fast in his eyes.

Silence descends in the concreate
room save only for Hanamiya’s heavy breathing. He fucked up, fucked badly. Not only did he take the wrong
person, he’s earned the ire, no, the retribution of his former leader which can
only lead to more problems.

“Your continued
existence in this world relies fully on your answer to my next question,”
Imayoshi says. Hanamiya looks up, already knowing what he’s going to ask. “Is
______ alive?”

At his nod, Imayoshi
feels his chest release, tension flowing out of him but he remains calm, cool
and collected. “You’ve made a dire error here, Makoto, one that will not be overlooked
or dealt with lightly.” Trailing around Hanamiya, he slices through the rope
with his knife, keeping it trained on him though he knows better than any
Hanamiya won’t try anything now. “I’ll decide the currency of your debt another
time, for now, kindly take me to ______. And if she’s been harmed-“

“She’s fine,” Hanamiya
interrupts.

“I’ll be the judge of
that,” Imayoshi assures.

Wakamatsu drives them to
Kirisaki Daīchi’s hideout, dragging Hanamiya by the collar to the door where he
knocks for entry. When they walk in, he orders Imayoshi’s girlfriend to be
brought to them. The hurried click of high heeled shoes is heard echoing on
metal stairs as she descends, flying into Imayoshi’s arms.

He pulls back, eyes
quickly scanning her and when he finds that she’s fine, at least physically, he
breathes a sigh of relief. “Let’s go home,” he affirms and she nods eagerly.

Looking over his shoulder
he comments to Hanamiya,” I’ll be in touch, Makoto. For now, your first orders
are: no retaliation to Seirin.”

“You son of-“

“You’re gonna earn the
right first,” Imayoshi insists. “For now, count your blessings that I don’t
level this piece of shit with you in it.”

He walks out with
_______under his arm, her shaking body all the evidence he needs to know
Kirisaki Daichi’s debt will take a long time to pay.

Bad Boy Akaashi getting turned on when his gf starts touching and admiring his tattoos which eventually leads to the do (nsfw) //wink wink//

A/N: I combined two
asks (this one that made the randomizer cut and one that didn’t) because I felt they
fit so well together. Enjoy!

“Keiji.” The whimpered whisper of his name from her lips
sends shockwaves up Akaashi’s spine, followed promptly by a tremble of pain
when she presses an antiseptic wipe to the cut on his chest. “They ruined your
new piece,” she complains, applying gentle pressure to stop the bleeding. He
glances down, eyes focused on her furrowed brow.

She’s so cute when she’s worried.

The fight, a result of two-bit thugs running their mouth
about her, should have been inconsequential and it was; until one of them
pulled a knife. Akaaski felt the sting but didn’t have time to react before
Bokuto laid the guy out, would have killed him if Akaashi hadn’t talked him
down. One cut wasn’t worth a full-on war. He wasn’t even that hurt, both his
leader and his girlfriend making a bigger fuss about this than they should.

Though he finds it difficult to complain when her hands,
done with their task of bandaging his wound, trail up and over his shoulders as
she rounds the chair he’s seated on to wash up and put away the first aid kit.
Sighing, Akaashi gets up, heading to his bed to stretch out. He’s not there two
minutes before she’s curled up next to him, hands back on his exposed chest
trailing the outlines of his ink.

Akaashi takes in a breath, humming appreciation for her
affection.

“This one is my favorite,” she remarks, index finger tapping
the immortalized image of his name and hers in kanji set just above his heart.
The symbols are encircled by tree branches, two owl silhouettes nestled next to
one another. “Then again,” she continues, hand skimming over his stomach to his
side, “this one is just so badass.” It’s his favorite, the Bengal tiger that
wraps from his back to front, teeth and claws bared.

Her caresses are waking up more than just his skin, a
distinct firmness growing stronger the longer she touches him. When she couples
the sensation of her hands with her lips he can’t stop a low groan from
escaping and she doesn’t miss it.

“Mmmmmm,” she moans, dipping her hand below the line of his
jeans, “what do we have here?” Her head turns to look at him, eyes full of mischief
sprinkled with longing. “Does the patient want some pain relief?”

“Yes,” he breathes, not bothering with pretense. She smiles
knowingly, fingers unbuttoning his jeans with practiced ease to give her room
to move. Leaning up on her left elbow, body pressed close to his side, she
pushes just enough to release his length, finding him fully hard and already
dripping.

“Wow, you want it bad,” she murmurs, “did the fight get you
all riled up?”

“You get me riled
up, minx,” he moans, hips arching up as she teases his dick with the tips of
her fingers.

“Now, now, Keiji, you know what happens when you call me
that,” she coos.

“Yeah, so get to it, minx,” he almost growls. She chuckles, breath
ghosting over his cock. Akaashi groans softly as her lips encircle the tip of
him, letting out a whoosh of air as she pushes down to take him all the way in
her mouth. She’s moved again, straddling his legs, bobbing up and down with
skill. His hands roam to her hair, drawing some of it away to make it easier
and she hums a thank you around him, the vibration making his eyes roll to the
back of his head.

“_______, fuck,” he hisses at the feel her teasing teeth.

She hums again, hands rubbing over his chest while she sucks
him. Akaashi’s brain is muddled, his wants cascading over one another. He wants
her to keep going, he wants to taste her, he wants to fuck her, he just…he
wants her.

“I can’t take it anymore,” he murmurs, pulling her up to
kiss roughly before rolling over and kicking away his clothes. His mouth
latches to her neck, tongue laving over what he knows to be “her spot” and
smirks when he hears her gasp. One hand shoots up her shirt, grabbing a breast firmly,
tweaking her nipple through her bra.

“Keiji,” she mewls, music to his ears.

He moves his hand downward, grabbing her panties and skirt, shirking
them off before rubbing his hand up her inner thigh to the apex of her legs.

“And you tease me for being eager,” he whispers against the
shell of her ear when he finds just how ready she is for him.

“Shut up and fuck me,” she orders, biting his bottom lip.
Pushing her legs apart to make room for himself, Akaashi lines up, driving in
hard and deep. “Oh god,” she shouts but he swallows the outburst in a fiery
kiss. Normally he takes his time, plays her up, teases her to the brink before wrecking
her.

But not today, not right now when she feels so hot and wet
and good around him. He thrusts hard and fast, loving the feel of her nails
raking down his back, devouring her cries and moans like a man starved. He
loves her, so much it hurts sometimes, so much it scares him but he’ll never
stop.

“Ke..keiji.” She’s close, inner walls tightening, finger
clutching tufts of his hair.

“Come on baby,” he says, eyes closed and lips on her neck, “come
hard for me. Come now!”

Her orgasm is volatile, a shriek of release tearing from her
lips reminiscent of a cry for mercy. He fucks her through it, the feel of her
clenching enough to draw out his own release, announced by a low, deep groan
from his throat.

Panting heavily, the couple lay within one another’s arms,
basking in the afterglow of their intimacy.

“You should visit Yachi tomorrow, see if she can’t fix the
damage,” she comments idly drawing circles on his back.

He hums agreement from his place upon her chest, falling
into a deep slumber surrounded by her love.

headcanons/reactions/etc (idk the terminology lol) for s/o (who already has tattoos, not her first time) wanting to get matching tattoos with Lev, Bokuto, Tendou, Semi, Goshiki please if that’s not too many!

I went with reactions and pictures for this one because FUN!
I hope you like them.

Lev

He doesn’t remember exactly when he started calling you his “little
koi” but enthusiastically agrees to your suggestion to get matching koi fish
tattoos on your wrists. To make it even better, you decide to have his be “yin”
and yours “yang”. You’ve complimented
and helped to balance one another so having a symbol of this truth out in the
open for all to see means a lot to him.

Bokuto

It was actually his
suggestion because he loves you so damn much that he wants a literal permanent
mark on you showing that you’re his and what better way to do that than not
just a tattoo but matching tattoos? Picks
out a simple owl design symbol that is inked onto your ankles with the words “owl
always love you” written beneath. Sure, it’s corny and in a place most likely
only to be seen by each other, but you don’t care, because you know it’s there.

Tendou

Initially is hesitant. His experience with relationships has
not been the most positive and despite you proving to him over and over you’re
in this for the long haul he still asks, “Are you sure?” what feels like a
million times. You finally shut him up with a fierce kiss, eyes dancing with
mirth as you threaten to pick out the cutesiest image you can find if he doesn’t
get a grip. He does, gripping you tightly and finally smiling. He opts for a
steampunk lock (for him) and key (for you).

Semi

Doesn’t want to seem too excited but is pretty much doing
backflips in his mind at your suggestion/request. Spends days designing the
image himself, completely set on making sure its unique to the two of you. When
it’s finished, he has the tattoo artist split the image so the dragon in on his
hand and the phoenix is on yours.

Goshiki

Pretty much loses his mind that you’d want to get matching
ink, dragging you to the tattoo parlor before the idea is even fully voiced. The
two of you spend hours pouring over all the options before finally deciding on
black swans, male and female, to be inked on to backs of each of your
shoulders.

Reaction to s/o being targeted by another gang with Oikawa, Iwaizumi, Bokuto, Yaku, Ennoshita, and Ushijima.

Oikawa– Most likely the gang will consist of his fan girls
so he arranges a meet and greet with them to set the rules straight. If they
cross him, they’ll be hell to pay.

Iwaizumi– Doesn’t mess around, keeps her close to him at all
times and if he can’t be there leaves Kyounti to watch over her until he can
take care of the problem. He’ll start with just talking but if they won’t back
down neither will he.

Bokuto– Asks Akaashi for advice because he doesn’t want to
make the problem worse and follows the suggestion to have a meeting with the
aggressors. If they can’t reach an agreement, things go from semi-friendly to
full on violent quickly. Bokuto will not risk losing her because he was too
slow to act.

Yaku– Kuroo doesn’t call him a demon for nothing. Overall,
Yaku is an easy-going guy (except where Lev is concerned because the tol bean
just pushes his buttons too easily). One such button if threatening his family.
Short or not, this member of Nekoma will lay his own body on the line to
protect her. Good thing he has such intimidating juniors to take with him as
back up.

Ennoshita– Tries for a peaceful resolution but make no
mistake, he’ll lay anyone in the ground who seriously intends to harm her.

Ushijima– Sends Tendou to assess the seriousness of the
situation since he’s better at reading people. Doesn’t ask questions when the
red head returns with a dirtied shirt and simply tells him, “It’s been
taken care of.”

How about headcannons for Riku, if she fell for a Bad Boy? Would she be in denial? Would she accept it/try to change it? Or if she even fell for bleached Bad boy Hyuga ;D (Let me know if this works. I do have Another idea, which I will send in in case you like that one better)

Will do her best to squash her rising feelings, but since
she wears her heart in her sleeve, she fails miserably at hiding them.

Denies it often and loudly if any of her friends point it
out.

Can’t help but worry about her reputation. She’s a hard
worker so the idea of being attracted to a delinquent horrifies her.

In an effort to shake herself out of her crush, she’ll use her
scanning ability to assess him. This back fires because now she’s even MORE
aware of how sexy he is.

In true Riko fashion, uses the above to her advantage
telling herself she’ll just have fun with him. He probably doesn’t care anyway,
so what’s the harm in having a bit of stress relief?

Blows up in her face because of course she has to fall for
the bad boy who’s really a good man underneath and now she’s in deep.

Finally realizes she’s worried over nothing. Why
does she care if he has tattoos, curses a lot and skips class so much he may as
well just drop out and get a job? He takes care of her in all the ways that
matter.

Has an interesting time when introducing him to “her
boys” but like the alpha female she is, she gets everyone to at least be
copacetic even if they don’t like each other.

And he really is a good stress reliever.

Aomine, Momoi, Imayoshi, Wakamatsu, Sakurai as gang leaders (preferably in one gang), headcanons for their position, assigned tasks, rides, etc. Thank you!!

Since they are all in the same gang I’ll substitute the word
“leader” for “members” since there’s really only one leader usually. If I
misunderstood please let me know. Also, I’ve been noticing a lot of what I’m
coming up with feels more “mafia” than bad boys but really isn’t the mafia
just a more sophisticated kind of gang? Oh well, we’ll just keep rolling.

Imayoshi – Leader

Decides who, what, when, where and why things either happen
or don’t.
His ride is a black BMW with black out tint and bullet proof
glass, most often times driven by either Wakamatsu or Sakurai.
Weapon of choice: switchblade.

Wakamatsu – Right hand man

Steps in when Imayoshi is preoccupied, next to ascend to
leadership if something happens to him.
Somewhat of a body guard, usually found with Imayoshi at all
times.
If he’s not playing driver to Imayoshi, he can be found in his
classic red Camaro.
Weapon of choice: Beretta M9

Aomine – Enforcer

Not involved in the day to day “work” of the gang because he’s
too damn lazy.
Sent for “negotiations” with rival gang members or infiltrators
to Too’s territory.
Shoots around town on his black and red Yamaha 750cc sport
bike.
Weapon of choice: His fists

Sakurai – Sniper “The Regretful Reaper”

Despite his timid nature, Sakurai is one of the most feared
members because of his top shot.
Roll is to annihilate targets either through a hired job or
retaliation.
Doesn’t drive the same vehicle twice to avoid possible
detection. Usually steals one, does the job and leaves a note with “I’m sorry”
written on it.
Weapon of choice: sniper rifle

Momoi – The Source/Intel Gathering

Handles all the nitty gritty details of payroll (yes, they
get paid because they don’t have time to have jobs), target acquisition,
accepting payment for jobs and gathering intel on friends and enemies alike.
Keeps the gang in check (even Imayoshi from time to time) to
ensure things continue running smoothly.
Has a cute little scooter she uses to shoot around town.
Weapon of choice: Blackmail

Also ‘HCs for what their role/job in the gang is’ for Haizaki, aomine, hanamiya and kagami thank you soooo much! :3

I combined two asks since they were for the same group of people (totally cool, it’s just how the randomizer chose) so that makes room for another to be added to the schedule. Thanks for sending them in!

Haizaki

How he joined the gang: Classic scenario of no stable home
life he joins the gang to be a part of something that plays into his violent
tendencies.

You’ve heard the term professional asshole? Look it up and
you’ll see a picture of Haizaki as its definition.

Takes immense pleasure in stealing and is often sent on
collection missions of the stealth variety.

Brawler and sneak attacker, he’ll get his targets cornered
efficiently.

Hanamiya

How he joined the gang: He gets off on the power of fear and
manipulation. Harnessing his intelligence and ruthlessness to extort wealth in
its various forms is to him more worthwhile than the treasures themselves.

Tactical genius and extortionist extraordinaire he uses his
superior intellect and vast network of informants to gather intel on his
enemies.

Master of stealth and concealment, he never gets his own hands
dirty and has the foresight to blockade his people from being identified.

Will ruin the competition/enemies through blackmail and
manipulation just for fun.

Aomine

How he joined the gang: Kind of accidentally gets initiated
when he saves Momoi from rival gang members. Imayoshi recognized his talents
and played to his love of doing what he wants when he wants (so long as he gets
his jobs done).

Deadly gun master sent for jobs that need a special touch.

Also known for his fighting skills, only ever being beaten
once: by Kagami.

Natural talent coupled with arrogance makes him incorrigible
to a lot of people but despite his tendency to be a dick, he’s an asset to Too,
even if his motivation is self-centered.

Kagami

How he joined the gang: Similar to Aomine he falls into the
life when his protective nature kicks in. He saw a shopkeeper getting harassed
by Hanamiya’s men and stepped in. Once he finds out what their up to, he sought
out Seirin, a newer gang who rose up to take back their city.

Definitely the brawn to his comrade Kuroko’s brains, he
instilled fear and respect just through his looks alone.

Earns the reputation of being a wild man because he took
Aomine head in a fight.

Fiercely loyal to his gang, he’ll put himself in harm’s way
to protect them.

Nijimura, Haizaki, Himuro, Mayuzumi, Imayoshi for the Bad Boys AU: headcanons when their s/o blurts out in front of everyone in her family’s company party that she don’t intend to inherit the family business but instead wish to find her own path in the world with her boyfriend

vball-baes-bball-babes:

A/N: I tried to write head canons but this situation felt more
suited to reactions so I hope you don’t mind.

“I have an
announcement to make,” you say, voice quivering slightly. Meeting your eyes to
your boyfriend one last time, you address the board of your elders. “I have no
intention of accepting the inheritance of this business.” You raise your voice to be heard over the din of disapproval, “Because I plan on leaving with the man I love, to pursue our own path
together.”

Nijimura

Nearly bites through his lip in irritation; how could you
handle something so delicate so carelessly? He shifts in his seat, eyes closing
as he thinks of how to redeem the situation. He has no intention of leaving
you, but he also won’t allow you to walk away from the safety and stability of
your family and its business. Looking first to you and then your father he says
quietly, “I believe there’s been a misunderstanding, could we please meet in
your private office to discuss this further?”

Haizaki

Barely keeping a lid on his temper, Haizaki rushes to your
position at the head seat practically dragging you to the balcony. The second the
door is shut he snaps, “Are you fucking stupid? Do you think I’ve put up with
all their bullshit just so you could throw away everything?” He curses when you
stutter out that you thought this was what he wanted, to be free from the scrutiny,
the backstabbing, the lies and the cheating. “Do you even know me?! That’s what
I’m good at, dumbass! Now, go back in
there and claim momentary insanity or something because there’s no way in hell
we’re leaving until you’re back on the fast track to leading this dump.”

Himuro

His heart races, shock pulling up waves of adrenaline as he
lets your words settle in the room. A moment later, the expected uproar hits
like a tidal wave but he sits silent, allowing you to handle the situation as
you see fit. He really wishes you would have discussed this with him prior but
now that the damage is done, he’ll stand by you. After all, you’re doing this
for him.

Mayuzumi

Rolls his eyes and sighs as he sets down his book. “Why must
you make everything so over dramatic?” he asks with a huff. Thankfully this was
only your test run, the meeting you intended to spout this at occurring the
following day. “Besides, hadn’t you heard? Akashi-san already bought your
family’s company, so whether you wanted it or not, it’s no longer yours.”

Imayoshi

You can’t read his expression, which is nothing new despite
all the time you’ve been together. Even with you, Imayoshi is guarded,
secretive and cunning. Which is why it really shouldn’t come as surprise when
he stands up next to you, coughing a bit in seeming embarrassment but that you
can see through for the facade it is. “As much as I appreciate your…adventurous
spirit, this supposed undiscovered path has already had its foundations laid
here.” He opens his eyes wider, meeting your gaze. “Your father signed the
corporation over to me this morning, so neither of us will be going anywhere
for some time.”

Reblog cause it might have gotten buried.