Some nsfw for Imayoshi is much overdue! >w< finally got the chance to ask!

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Since gender was not specified for the partner, I wrote female, I hope you don’t mind! Also, I wrote a list of tropes and decided to pull one from there for inspiration. -Admin Jade

How long had they been doing this? Meeting in, not necessarily secret, but keeping mum about their…arrangement. For a while it’d been enough, a release for them both without strings attached. But lately, annoyingly, Imayoshi began noticing his eyes landing on her throughout the day, watching poor fools who had no chance of satisfying her practically throwing themselves before her feet. It made his skin itch and stomach roil with an unpleasant feeling he was steadfastly trying to ignore but could call nothing else but jealousy.

Which is how they ended up where they were, shoved in a storage closet of all places, mouths smashed together, his tongue roaming and twisting around hers. She moaned, the sound sending waves of heat through his body. It shouldn’t be like this, she shouldn’t have this much power over him but Imayoshi knew that somewhere along the line, he’d shifted from thinking of her as a pressure release into something more. But he wasn’t ready to admit defeat, not even to his own heart.

So he focused instead on imparting so much pleasure to her she wouldn’t want anyone else.

“Imayoshi,” she moaned, teeth nipping his earlobe, “what’s gotten into you today?”

“Nothin’ darlin’,” he insisted, fingers working deftly at the buttons of her shirt. He whipped it open, exposing a black lace bra. Licking his lips he grinned. “How sweet, you wore my favorite color.”

She rolled her eyes. “I always wear black, you know that.”

He ignored the truth of her words, tongue shooting out to lick the crestline of her bra, the taste of her flesh sweet. “I wanna eat you,” he confessed.

“What’s this?” she crooned as he tugged her skirt to the floor. “The indomitable Imayoshi Shouichi on his knees? Never thought I’d see the day.”

“We’ll see who’s on their knees when I’m done,” he replied, licking the line of her panties. “Hmmmm, seems you’re already wet and eager,” he teased, toying with her clit through the fabric.

“Ugh, if you’re gonna be down there, get to it already,” she snapped, shifting slightly to bring herself closer to his mouth.

“So demanding,” he chided but nevertheless tugged aside the fabric to give a long, broad lick with the flat of his tongue.

Warmth cascaded over her body, fingers trailing through his dark locks. “Oh fuck,” she moaned, head kicking back as he pushed farther forward, his slick muscle prodding deep within her dripping heat.

“You’re making quite the mess of me, sweetie.” Another lick followed by a suck of her outer lip almost had her falling to the ground. “Or maybe I’m making a mess of you?”

Her hips shifted, impatience settling like fiberglass against her nerves. Imayoshi’s hands trailed up the back of her thighs to her ass, grabbing handfuls of flesh, kneading as he worked his tongue deeper. Much as he liked partially clothed sex, of any variety, the panties were now in the way. With little regard to her clothing budget, he ripped them off, burying his face between her legs and effectively cutting off her protests. He lapped at her, taking his time to hit every bit of her pussy. She writhed against the wall, knees growing weaker. “Pl…please, Imayoshi,” she begged, wanting nothing more than to feel the sweet relief of orgasm wash over her.

“Getting tired already? Where’s your stamina, ______-chan?”

She shoved him hard, his precarious balance upset leading him to land heavily on his ass. Before he could react, she was pushing him onto his back, straddling his face and covering her mouth with her cunt. “Shut the fuck up and put that mouth to better use, Shouichi,” she hissed, grinding down against him.

He grinned, opening up and shoving his tongue as far as he could into her. She bucked, smearing her running juices on his chin. Imayoshi revelled in the taste of her, the smell, the feel, all of it. His hands ran up the expanse of her stomach to grasp her breasts, pinching and teasing her nipples to stiff peaks beneath her bra.

“F…fuck,” she breathed, knees scraping against the hard concrete floor but he was imparting too much pleasure for her to care about the bruises that would undoubtedly be there tomorrow. Finally with one last wiggle of the tip of his tongue against her clit he had her screaming his name, completely forgetting where they were and that people could undoubtedly hear them.

As she collapsed to the floor, breath heaving, Imayoshi considered her from his still prone position. Yes, he would keep these new found feelings to himself a little longer.

“Told you I’d have you on your knees,” he said smuggly.

“Yeah? Well, I had you on your ass, so we’re even.”

Why ruin a good thing?

Work on my other blog, hope you enjoy!

Hello Jade :) Could I join your supernatural AU? How about scenario of Exorcist!aomine dating a girl who is unknowingly possessed by Asmodeus (lust demon), they have sex almost everyday and it caused her to get pregnant. One day one of his friends find out that she’s possessed when she’s on her fifth month pregnancy, should he’s doing exorcism spell or let her and their baby in a danger? (Nsfw then angst with happy ending?) Thank u.

“Fuck baby, and I thought I was the horn dog in this relationship.” Aomine thrust forward, his dick gliding easily in and out of her dripping core, the vision making his mouth water. She was so hot, so sexy and all the time willing and ready. More than willing, really, if he were honest. In fact, she was oftentimes down right insatiable. Almost every day or night it was the same situation if different circumstances. Him fingering her in the shower, her going down on him in the movie theatre, her riding his face on the bed, or, like now, her with her back on the bed, ankles against his shoulders and his cock driving into her.

Her breasts bounced wildly, her screams getting louder as he thrust and thrust and thrust. “Harder, Daiki, fuck me harder!” He grunted, sweat rolling down his temples; he wasn’t sure he could go any harder! Pulling out, he flipped her to her knees, stood by the bed and dragged her to the edge of the mattress. Now on his feet, he had more strength to his legs, shoving into her roughly and tugging on her hips. “That’s it! Just like that! Oh fuck, just like that!” she bellowed, heedless of who heard her wanton cries.

Aomine came hard, spilling his seed deep in her womb. He didn’t notice the glow of her eyes, nor the chuckle in her chest as the demon within sated it’s hunger; and its plan to bring terror into this world.

It’d been a long while since Aomine had last seen Imayoshi, the man he’d learned his trade from. But there was no mistaking that calculating stare through cold eyes as he rounded the corner with his now five months pregnant girlfriend. “Wow Aomine-kun,” grinned his fellow exorcist, “Never thought I’d see the day you’d be in the family way.”

“Yeah, well, things change,” he shrugged, trying to seem nonchalant. The truth was, he was terrified to be a father. How was he going to raise a kid in his line of work? It was constantly dangerous and there was no telling where he’d be called to next, sometimes being gone for months at a time. Such had been the case when she notified him of the pregnancy, though she was much more calm about it that him. When he’d returned home, he decided to take a leave of absence, relying heavily on his friends for support until he could figure out what to do in terms of work.

Coming out of his ruminations, Aomine saw a peculiar look cross Imayoshi’s face. “What’s with the face?” he snapped, suddenly on high alert.

Seeming to meet his gaze, though it was hard to tell sometimes with the older male, Imayoshi said quietly, “Aomine-kun, where’re your rosary beads and amulet?”

Aomine’s teeth grit. “I lost’em, been lookin’ but the damn things have disappeared.”

“Funny choice of words,” murmured Imayoshi, still eyeing the woman before him with caution. “Then again, you never were really good at sensing things beyond an easy score.”

A flash of anger flew through Aomine’s eyes. “And just what the fuck is that supposed to mean?”

Imayoshi sighed, drawing out a cross and gun, leveling both at the mother of Aomine’s child. “It means, you couldn’t identify a lust demon if it bit you in the ass, which, I’m guessing,” he added wryly, “this one has done on more than one occasion.”

“What the hell are you talking about?” Aomnie roared but before he could do anything further, his girlfriend pushed away, running surprisingly quick for a woman in her second trimester.

“That’s what I’m talking about,” Imayoshi hollored over his shoulder while in hot pursuit of the possessed woman.

He cornered her in an abandoned building a few blocks away. Despite a supernatural influx of stamina, the fetus within her womb took up entirely too much energy for the chase to continue. She lay on her side, legs outward and chest heaving as Imayoshi closed in upon her. “I’m sorry my dear,” he said, tone lacking any of the remorse his words claimed, “but this is the only way.”

Her head shot up, eyes blazing red. A voice, low and guttural shook him to his bones. “You fool! It’s already too late! You could shoot her and it would do nothing! This baby will go on, will bring about death and destruction of a scale beyond your comprehension!” Behind Imayoshi stood Aomine, rooted to the spot in shock. Had he really…brought about the end of the world because of his inability to recognize this creature?

“You’re still learning,” Imayoshi’s voice insisted, though why he was trying to comfort Aomine he didn’t know. “But there may be another way.”

“What?” Aomine asked, moving next to his mentor.

“An exorcism,” replied the bespectacled male simply. His eyes glanced to the blue hair. “But you’ll have to do it, since it’s your child in there.”

Aomine swallowed thickly, grabbing his prayer book from his back pocket. It’d been a while since he last did this and he wasn’t sure he had the strength needed to pull it off. He’d never intended to get this involved with the woman before him at all, initially going back to her because she was such an easy lay. The thought brought an unexpected wave of shame over him as realization of deeper feelings took root in his heart. How could he do this to her? How could he have not known she was possessed? Maybe even helped her when they first met?

But no, as with everything else in his life, Aomine was only focused on what he wanted and could get; consequences quite literally be damned.

“Is that pity I see? Or perhaps worse…love?” mocked the demon. It laughed, cold. “It doesn’t matter, if you proceed you’ll most likely kill her but I…I will endure. I will fully immerse into the child and become stronger.”

“Not unless I kill you first,” Aomine growled. With a heavy heart, he began the incantation, the demon screaming until Aomine thought his eardrums were going to burst but he persisted, shouting at the top of his lungs the words which would drive the creature back to hell. The walls shook, cracks appearing on the ceiling as plaster fell in sheets around them but he kept at it, pouring all his will, all his power, all his love for the woman and child he now knew he couldn’t live without, into the exorcism.

Finally, with a blinding flash of green light, the room fell silent as she collapsed on her back, unconscious. Aomine rushed forward, horrified to see deep scratch marks all over her body and her eyes rolled to the back of her head. Feeling for a pulse and finding none, Aomine shouted for Imayoshi to help him, leaning down to seal his mouth with hers and pushed air into her lungs. Imayoshi began chest compressions, both men working frantically to try to revive her. Finally, she gulped in a deep breath of air.

“I’m calling an ambulance,” Imayoshi insisted.

“Tell them to take us to Midorima. He knows about my job and won’t give us shit about her condition once we tell him what happened. Well, he will but he won’t call the cops to arrest us,” Aomine advised.

Hours later, a pacing Aomine looked up as a pensive looking Midorima entered the hallway. “It was touch and go,” he began, “but it seems the mother at least will survive. As for your son,” his green eyes met wide blue, “I’m afraid the odds are not good. He’s vastly premature but the damages were so extensive to her body externally and internally we had no choice but to bring him out. He’s in isolation for now. I’m not sure when you can see him, but her,” he indicated the door, “you can at least sit with.”

Aomine didn’t wait any longer, surging into her room. Looking at the bed, his heart sank at how broken and fragile she looked. He sat in the visitor’s seat, large hand taking hers. “I’m sorry,” he whispered.

It took several months for things to iron out.

Upon waking, she didn’t have any clue who Aomine was, her memories of their time together a blank thanks to the demon possessing her. But eventually, Aomine wormed his way into her heart and the couple watched over their son. The day finally came where he was strong enough to be held and as he was placed in Aomine’s arms, the former exorcist couldn’t stop some tears from falling.

They had a long way to go, but here in his arms, was a miracle and he wasn’t going to let anyone, man or beast, take him away.

GOM+Bokuto and Kuroo who are Familiars confessed their love to their witch s/o and it is forbidden for a Familiar and a witch to be together. (angst+fluff)

So I know I told you that I couldn’t figure out a way to give all these boys the same scenario without it feeling like I was repeating myself but then I remembered the “progressive story” method and came up with this. I really hope you enjoy it and thanks again for being so patient and flexible!

Kuroko – Hare

Kuroko could, of course, remember the first day they’d met. It had been at a familiar auction, one he’d been to many, many times but because of his unassuming nature and quiet disposition, he was always found to be less than desirable to be purchased. That is, until she came along. She’d taken one look at him and knew he was perfect for her. So the blue haired rabbit familiar went home with her and if he really considered it, that was probably the same day he fell in love with her.

Midorima – Snake

But, he’d never admit it, whether from pride or the futility in feeling such affection for his witch. So Midorima did the next best thing; became the most perfect familiar he could possibly be. He curled under her bed to keep watch while she slept. He made sure all orders were in perfect order and verified any and all magic items sold to them. If something seemed too good to be true, he’d call out the proprietor trying to pawn it off on them with little regard to feelings; his witch would be protected not only in body, soul and mind but also in her reputation.

Akashi – Fox

It did, however, become increasingly difficult to watch would be suitors attempt their wooing of her. Wizards, warlocks, male witches and wannabes, it didn’t matter who stepped across the threshold of their shop to try to win her affection, Akashi would watch them with glaring eyes. Thanks to his astute judge of character, he’d often be able to see right through their intentions and any falsehood, providing her with accurate (if extremely biased) opinions. She would usually laugh off his protestations, assuring him she wasn’t interested in anyone and perfectly happy to remain as she was. But instead of providing comfort to him, it fed him just enough to keep annoying hope alive.

Kise – Raven

Sometimes he wondered if he imagined it, wishful thinking growing too great, but he couldn’t deny that every once in a while it seemed like she looked at him like he knew he looked at her. Kise wasn’t stupid, despite his blonde hair and bubbly personality. She knew all of him, every last crevice of his personality by now and still remained faithful to him. It was just another reason he loved her as much as he did. And it was times like this he wondered if he could tell her, regardless of the consequences. But a moment later, she was back to normal, asking his opinion on a few orders with nary an indication of anything deeper than what he knew they had. So taking a deep breath, he sat next to her, going through items together.

Bokuto – Owl

Bokuto’s eyes remained wide as she retreated through the door, mind working overtime trying to figure out what had just happened. One moment they’d been laughing and joking about selling Oikawa explosive eye of newt and the next she was practically running away from him. He frowned, getting up from his seat and heading to the door. He knew it was probably a bad idea but enough was enough. Long life or not, he only had one time around and he was tired of hiding how he felt.

Kuroo – Cat

He followed her into her room, the sound of the shutting door drawing her attention to him. “I’m tired of dancing around,” Kuroo said, his gaze holding her in place. He stalked forward, eyes starting to glow. “You can’t not know how I feel by now,” he insisted, hands landing on each side of her head. She looked up at him with wide eyes, lips parted to speak but no sound would come out. He leaned down, mouth centimeters from her own. “I’m in love with you, mistress,” he purred, the title she’d come so used to holding a completely different meaning in this tone. “And I think you love me too.” Her eyes, which she didn’t remember closing, flew open to meet his betraying the truth of his assessment.

Murasakibara – Irish Wolfhound

“We can’t,” she sniffled. “If we’re found out, one or both of us could be killed!” Murasakibara drew her into his large, warm arms. “Don’t worry, _____-chin,” he murmured into her hair. Tilting her chin up, he kissed her, lips massaging hers open to caress her tongue with his own and swallowed her moan. Pulling away slightly he affirmed, “I’ll crush whoever tries to take you away from me.”

Aomine – Panther

Aomine kissed her again with all the ferocity of his nature, practically devouring her. She arched into his touch, mouth hung open gasping for air when his lips scorched a blazing trail down her throat to the top of her chest. “You’re gonna pay for always wearing these damn corsets,” he growled, descending his claws just enough to tear the fabric of her bodice. “Fucking teasing me all the time, shit.” He threw her to the bed, covering her body with his own. “I hope you’re ready for a long night,” he warned, ripping away her skirt before whipping his own clothes off. “Because I’m going to make up for all these years of torture, in the best way possible.”

scenario of Akashi’s s/o riding him and he has a love hate for it cuz he wants to dominate but it’s sexy seeing them on top

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Hooded eyes looked up at them, an uncommon flicker of indecision present but they didn’t notice, head thrown back in obvious bliss. Akashi trailed his gaze down their half clothed form to where their bodies connected.

He’d watched himself fuck them before, of course, but that was usually in front of a mirror with him behind controlling the action. There was something decidedly different about watching his cock disappear into them with them on top. He wasn’t sure how he felt about it. He wasn’t even sure how they’d ended up here. One moment, they’d been kissing heavily and the next he was on his couch, pants around his ankles and buried to the hilt in their heat.

The only thing he was sure of was that it felt good as the moan he’d worked to hold onto slipped out. He wasn’t used to losing even one ounce of control and to do so with them in this position, well, it was a first to say the least.

His fingers twitched against their hips, his grip tightening as the urge to fling them to the floor and fuck them senseless started to take hold. He squeezed his eyes shut, frustration bubbling up, the need to dominate growing stronger.

“Sei,” their voice breathed, throat dry from the rapidity of their breathing and the exertion of their fucking him. His eyes snapped open and back to their face. “I may be on top, but if you’ll notice,” they looked pointedly at their position, “I’m still on my knees.”

They shifted to bring their mouth closer to his, the angle providing, if possible, a deeper penetration that made both of them groan. With part lips they panted against his, “I haven’t forgotten who the emperor is.”

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K, M for Ahomine?

Since these go great together, they’re paired.

K: Kitchen (Describe a sex scene in the kitchen)

M: Morning (Describe morning sex)

The buzz of your cell phone wakes you, hand dashing to grab it before your bed partner wakes up, however unlikely that may be. Aomine needs at least four alarms and even then he’ll only get up when you literally kick his ass out of bed. Smiling to yourself, you rise, throwing a fluffy robe around your shoulders and slippers on your feet. Padding gently through the apartment, you smile at the soft fall of snow; it’s been a beautiful winter so far.

Entering the kitchen, you turn on the light, humming as you gather ingredients to make breakfast.

Rotating from the fridge, you gasp as your body collides with another, the eggs in your hand a lost cause to the floor. Hand over your chest, you push against his. “You scared the life out of me! Since when do you get up this early without provocation?”

“Who says I wasn’t provoked?” His voice is lower, still holding on to the dredges of sleep but casting your eyes downward brings into view the fact that he’s still fully naked…and raging hard.

“…You woke up like that?” you ask a bit breathless. No matter how many times you’ve been with him, the vision Aomine makes in the flesh is…well…breathtaking.

“Hmmmmhmmmm,” he moans, mouth now against your neck, fingers pulling at the knot of your robe. “And you’re gonna help me out.” With a final tug, he wrenches open the material and the cold of the room makes you shiver, body pressing into his instinctively. You can feel him grin against your skin, surprisingly warm hands trailing up your back to draw you even closer. Lifting you up, he turns but instead of taking you back to bed, he surprises you by shoving off whatever items reside on the breakfast bar and laying you flat against its surface.

You cry out, “Daiki, what on earth-” but further protests are silenced by his head burying itself between your thighs, he tongue prodding deeply into your tight, wet heat.

“It’s like you read my mind baby,” he says, voice muffled by your skin. “I was in the mood for something sweet for breakfast.”

F and O for Aomine please! Hope you’re doing well <3

I’m doing much better, thank you! Sorry these took so long! I lumped them together into one scene, I hope you enjoy it!

O: Orgasm (Describe coming–who comes first? What do they say? How does the other person know it’s approaching?)

F: Firsts (First time having sex together)

Aomine has always talked a big game…about everything. From basketball to the bedroom, he’s proclaimed his talents but now, in the heat of the moment, he’s wondering if he’s doing it right. Do you like when he touches you? Is he making you uncomfortable with all the noises he makes? He hopes not, because he just can’t help it, this feels so good.

You feel so good and he’s not even in you yet.

He can’t kiss you fast enough, tongue eager to taste every inch so his movements are rapid, hands trailing over soft skin with a fervency born of absolute need.

“Please, let me, I wanna try it,” he asks against your mouth. Blushing, you avert your gaze but nod compliance to his request.

Grinning like he won the lottery, Aomine quickly moves toward the foot of the bed, positioning himself between your thighs. Up until now, he’s only touched you here and that was with your clothes still on. But here you are, spread before him and he’s looking at you like a starving man viewing a feast.

“Daiki.” Your voice is tiny, nerves and a little fear still present.

He looks up, rubbing his rough palm over the flesh of your inner thigh. “It’s ok baby, trust me. I’ll stop whenever you say to, ok?”His voice is gentle, more gentle than you’ve ever heard him speak.

You nod and he leans down again, making himself comfortable. Shifting his head, he opens his mouth, sticks out his tongue and licks you from base to clit.

“Daiki,” you sigh, body both tensing and relaxing. He grins, diving back in, feeling around with his tongue, tasting your essence for the first time. A moan from your lips draws his attention up, his dick firming as he watches you play with your breasts while he pleasures your pussy. He sucks in one side of your lip, finger rubbing the other as he figures out what you like.

Moving up, he flicks your clit with the tip of his tongue making you gasp out, “Oh, right there. Please, Daiki, that feels so good.”

He moans into you, lips pursing around your nub which he sucks and teases. Your moans are louder now, breath panting and the tremble of your thighs clues him in to your impending release. Carefully, he inserts one finger and crooks it up; which pushes you over the edge. You shout his name to the ceiling, body trembling as your orgasm rips through you. He draws it out as long as he can, only leaning up to take in breath when he’s sure he’s wrung all he can out of this one.

When he looks up again, your eyes are already on him, a blissful smile on your face.

“So I take it, you liked that?” he asks, smug grin in place.

You nod, heavy eyelids closing as you roll to your side. Aomine sits up, taking a drink of water and wiping his mouth clean then spoons up to your naked backside. Time enough for his turn later, right now, he just wants to hold you.

Can I have L D and B for Aomine?

Per our DM, here’s your choice of the three above. Thank you!

Love (How do they show love physically, verbally, etc.?)

Aomine struggles with words (most often putting his foot in his mouth) so he tends to show love physically more than any other way.

He’s another handsy guy, often shoving his hand in your back pocket (if you’re wearing jeans) or if not just straight up resting his hand on your ass. What can I say, I head canon him as an ass man as much as a boob dude.

His favorite place to kiss you is right below your ear on the hinge of your jaw because it makes you shiver.

Every so often he’ll surprise you with a sweet gift. It could be a single flower, a small piece of jewelry or even a mini stuffed animal, but he does like seeing your eyes light up when he presents you with whatever random tidbit he found that made him think of you.

imagines/reactions for GOM, Kagami, Hyuga, Kiyoshi, Kasamatsu, Takao, Wakamatsu, Himuro, Mayuzumi, Mibuchi, Haizaki seeing their s/o jump into the pits of hell, literally, during a satanic ritual because she’s the daughter of a demon and the chosen one to spread terror on earth so she killed herself to prevent it from happening?

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I definitely felt some inspiration from Supernatural (the tv show) on this one so I added a few elements from there to shake things up a bit. I really hope you enjoy it and I’m sorry it took so long to get done!

Kuroko: His blue eyes flash brightly, wings sprouting in an instant and he tears across the grounds, arms outstretched to catch you. Demon daughter or not, you’re the woman he loves and he won’t let you sacrifice yourself. There has to be another way.

Aomine: Roars in fury as you fall, unloading his clips into the cult members as retribution for their part in driving you to this. Why did they want actual hell on earth when it was already bad enough?

Kise: Being an incubus, Kise was somewhat versed in the lore surrounding you but had always chalked it up to a fantasy told to little demon children at night. But now that he’s fallen in love with you, you’re more than just a power source for him. He jumps into the pit, intent on finding you and somehow bring you back to life.

Midorima: Races home to tear through his inventory. With the amount of lucky, unlucky, cursed, blessed and magic items he’s acquired, there HAS to something someone powerful enough to undo what’s been done wants and right now no price is too high to pay to get you back.

Murasakibara: Clenches his fists, ready to crush any and all who stand in his way. At the very least, he’ll find your body and give you a proper send off so no one can use your visage against him.

Akashi: As son of another head demon, he was well aware of the role you were to play. He’s disappointed you would choose this path rather than stay by his side and rule as was your destiny. No matter, there are ways of bringing you back.

Kagami: Rushes to the pit, his fellow hunters unable to hold him back except for Aomine, who latches onto his collar yelling that it’s too late and killing himself won’t bring you back. Kagami falls to his knees, the flames of hell dancing before him. Maybe he can make a deal?

Hyuga: He really shouldn’t be surprised at this point. Nothing and no one is ever what they seem in this line of work so why would he think this time would be different? Anger floods his chest to mix with the sadness as he wonders if you knew about this from the beginning.

Kiyoshi: Tears roll down his cheeks as he recalls the night before, your words of everlasting love echoing in his mind; so this was why. He crumples to the ground, chest heaving. Why did you have to be so noble?

Kasamatsu: Can’t keep from throwing up, expelling the contents of his stomach on the ground. Wiping his mouth, he stands again, determined to find a way to get you back, no matter who or what he needs to kill.

Takao: Starts laughing hysterically. That did not just happen! It’s an illusion, a nightmare, maybe someone slipped him something but there’s no way he just watched the love of his life fling herself into hell. Even weeks later, he denies it, insisting you’re on a long hunt and will be home “any day now”.

Wakamatsu: Loses his voice from screaming obscenities as he rushes the group of worshipers. Imayoshi has no time to stop him, watching with thin tight lips as his friend leaps after you.

Himuro: Walks slowly towards where he last saw you, eyes fixed on the crater you’ve leapt into. His face betrays none of the raging storm brewing within. He puts the ring around his neck on his finger, a purple light emitting from his body as it settles against his skin. He swore to Kagami never to use this again but desperate times…

Mayuzumi: Scoffs at your impulsive behavior. Apparently you’ve forgotten the extensive collection of research and lore rich books he has available at his fingertips. Another solution may have been had, but you just had to be a hero.

Mibuchi: Cries in anguish at his loss. He was sure he’d tied the ropes tight enough to keep you from getting here and doing this but you’d managed somehow anyway to put him and everyone else first. He doesn’t know if he hates or loves you for that.

Haizaki: He turns his gun formerly trained on the spectators to his own head. You were the one person in this whole damn world who loved him as he is; flawed and damaged beyond repair. What point is there in going on, now that you’re gone?

imagines/reactions for GOM, Kagami, Hyuga, Kiyoshi, Kasamatsu, Takao, Wakamatsu, Himuro, Mayuzumi, Mibuchi, Haizaki seeing their s/o jump into the pits of hell, literally, during a satanic ritual because she’s the daughter of a demon and the chosen one to spread terror on earth so she killed herself to prevent it from happening?

I definitely felt some inspiration from Supernatural (the tv show) on this one so I added a few elements from there to shake things up a bit. I really hope you enjoy it and I’m sorry it took so long to get done!

Kuroko: His blue eyes flash brightly, wings sprouting in an instant and he tears across the grounds, arms outstretched to catch you. Demon daughter or not, you’re the woman he loves and he won’t let you sacrifice yourself. There has to be another way.

Aomine: Roars in fury as you fall, unloading his clips into the cult members as retribution for their part in driving you to this. Why did they want actual hell on earth when it was already bad enough?

Kise: Being an incubus, Kise was somewhat versed in the lore surrounding you but had always chalked it up to a fantasy told to little demon children at night. But now that he’s fallen in love with you, you’re more than just a power source for him. He jumps into the pit, intent on finding you and somehow bring you back to life.

Midorima: Races home to tear through his inventory. With the amount of lucky, unlucky, cursed, blessed and magic items he’s acquired, there HAS to something someone powerful enough to undo what’s been done wants and right now no price is too high to pay to get you back.

Murasakibara: Clenches his fists, ready to crush any and all who stand in his way. At the very least, he’ll find your body and give you a proper send off so no one can use your visage against him.

Akashi: As son of another head demon, he was well aware of the role you were to play. He’s disappointed you would choose this path rather than stay by his side and rule as was your destiny. No matter, there are ways of bringing you back.

Kagami: Rushes to the pit, his fellow hunters unable to hold him back except for Aomine, who latches onto his collar yelling that it’s too late and killing himself won’t bring you back. Kagami falls to his knees, the flames of hell dancing before him. Maybe he can make a deal?

Hyuga: He really shouldn’t be surprised at this point. Nothing and no one is ever what they seem in this line of work so why would he think this time would be different? Anger floods his chest to mix with the sadness as he wonders if you knew about this from the beginning.

Kiyoshi: Tears roll down his cheeks as he recalls the night before, your words of everlasting love echoing in his mind; so this was why. He crumples to the ground, chest heaving. Why did you have to be so noble?

Kasamatsu: Can’t keep from throwing up, expelling the contents of his stomach on the ground. Wiping his mouth, he stands again, determined to find a way to get you back, no matter who or what he needs to kill.

Takao: Starts laughing hysterically. That did not just happen! It’s an illusion, a nightmare, maybe someone slipped him something but there’s no way he just watched the love of his life fling herself into hell. Even weeks later, he denies it, insisting you’re on a long hunt and will be home “any day now”.

Wakamatsu: Loses his voice from screaming obscenities as he rushes the group of worshipers. Imayoshi has no time to stop him, watching with thin tight lips as his friend leaps after you.

Himuro: Walks slowly towards where he last saw you, eyes fixed on the crater you’ve leapt into. His face betrays none of the raging storm brewing within. He puts the ring around his neck on his finger, a purple light emitting from his body as it settles against his skin. He swore to Kagami never to use this again but desperate times…

Mayuzumi: Scoffs at your impulsive behavior. Apparently you’ve forgotten the extensive collection of research and lore rich books he has available at his fingertips. Another solution may have been had, but you just had to be a hero.

Mibuchi: Cries in anguish at his loss. He was sure he’d tied the ropes tight enough to keep you from getting here and doing this but you’d managed somehow anyway to put him and everyone else first. He doesn’t know if he hates or loves you for that.

Haizaki: He turns his gun formerly trained on the spectators to his own head. You were the one person in this whole damn world who loved him as he is; flawed and damaged beyond repair. What point is there in going on, now that you’re gone?

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Hobbies (things that they like to do or collect)

Given his penchant for food, it should come as no surprise that Murasakibara collects cookie cutters.

He has an extensive collection, ranging from little ones for mini cookies, all the way to a large one shaped like a Christmas tree.

Even though he’s usually been impatient to eat, as he gets older (and his siblings start having kids of their own) he enjoys baking and decorating cookies with his nieces and nephews.