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Kasa bby with letters o and p ? Please jade !!

Kasamatsu

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

 Kasamatsu’s brow furrows, his frown lines deepening as he works to concentrate on holding back but it’s too late. He’s overwhelmed by the feelings (emotional and physical) that he’s experiencing and it all leads to him unloading well before he intends to.

He’s embarrassed, of course, eager to please but unsure how to do so because this is their first time. Well, it’s his first time, he’s not exactly sure of her because he’s always been too nervous to ask, feeling it was way too intrusive.

Which is ironic considering his dick, although softening, is still buried all the way to the hilt in her sweet warmth.

“Yukio.” Her voice calls him out of the darkness and he opens his eyes. She’s smiling, her hand reaching up to caress his face. “Did I…did it feel good?” she asks, a bit breathless.

He huffs, tilting his neck. “It felt amazing.” He leans up, capturing her lips in a deep kiss, murmuring against them, “You’re amazing.”

“So are you,” she reassures.

He tries to smile, tries to enjoy this moment for all it’s worth despite his embarrassment. “There’s other ways, you know,” she adds, fingers tracing over his shoulders.

“Show me,” he requests, holding her close, face buried in her neck to hide his blush. “Show me how to make you feel that good.”

P: Playlist (A playlist for getting down and dirty; will probably include a lap dance song, a song for making love, and a song that represents their sex life)

Mistletoe with Murasakibara !

Murasakibara – #5 Mistletoe (accidentally added a bonus “secret santa”, hope you enjoy)

Himuro looks about, a small smile on his face. This was a great idea. The sparkling lights reflect in his eyes, masking the bit of mischief to be found there if anyone was looking close enough.

“______-chan, can you take these ornaments and hang them on that line of pine garland? It looks a little sad without any sparkle.” Taking the box from his hands, she nods, walking briskly in the direction of his pointing finger; the other schools will be here any moment and they want everything to be perfect.

“When do we get to eat, Muro-chin?” Murasakibara whines, eyeing the buffet table as he walks up.  

“Soon, just be patient,” replies the darker haired male looking up at his friend. He covers his mouth, chuckling at the giant’s attempt to tie his tie. “Atushi, go ask ______-chan for help with your tie, it’s messy.”

The purple hair glances down, frown on his face. “It’s fine, I’m just going to take it off as soon as the pictures are over anyway.”

“Pictures are all the more reason to look impeccable,” Himuro insists. “Go on, she’s right over there.”

“Why can’t you just do it?”

“Because she did mine, doesn’t it look nice?” He steps back, waving a hand over the perfectly tied silk.

“Mmmmm, I don’t know.” He pauses then sighs. “Fine, I’ll ask her.”

As he makes to take a step in her direction, Himuro catches his massive wrist. “Wait, I forgot to give this to her to hang up, can you help her? I’m sure she won’t be able to reach.”

Murasakibara looks at the item in his hand, shrugging large shoulders before closing his fingers around it.

“Don’t crush it!” Himuro calls.

“______-chin,” Murasakibara’s voice rumbles from overhead. She looks up, eyes widening and face flushing bright pink when she sees Yosen’s center towering over her, a sprig of mistletoe between his fingers right above her head. “Muro-chin asked me to help you hang this, where do you want it?”

She swallows thickly, casting nervous eyes to their mutual friend, almost scowling at the smug expression on his face. Turning her attention back to the question, she points up to the center of the threshold. “There’s fine,” she says lowly.

He reaches up, hanging the plant on the hook she designated. Looking back down, he adds, “Oh, he also wanted you to fix my tie.”

“Um, sure, uh…can you kneel down a bit?” she asks. He does as she requests, crouching on one knee so she can reach. She disengages the messy knot, fingers trembling slightly thanks to their faces ending up inches apart when her hands wrap around his neck to settle the fabric under the collar of his shirt.

“______-chin?”

She looks up just in time to close her eyes as he presses his lips to hers. When they part a moment later he says, an unexpected lilt in his voice, “I’m not stupid, I know what that is above our heads.”

“I…I never thought you were stupid, Murasakibara-kun,” she whispers, mouth close enough for her breath to tickle the skin of his lips.

“Then kiss me again,” he says and she pulls him forward by the tie, planting their lips together in a longer, deeper kiss.

“Merry Christmas from your secret santa, ______-chan,” Himuro murmurs to himself, turning away to begin greeting their guests.

2 and Imayoshi

Imayoshi – #2 Snowed in

A whistle of wind sends a shiver up her spine as the lights flicker ominously. Winter certainly is in full force. Glancing out the window, her eyes widen as the snow dumps faster than the last time she lifted her eyes from the pages before her. A second shudder breeds goosebumps over her skin as her attention returns to the story.

Only for a yelp to erupt from her lips, her body catapulting out of the chair and onto the floor when the touch of frigid fingers presses on the back of her neck.

“Damn it, Shochi! What the hell?” she yells, angry eyes meeting his amused expression.

“Just lookin’ to warm up, sweetie,” he teases.

“Then run your hands under hot water!”

He chuckles, rubbing his hands together as he rounds the recliner. She eyes his extended appendage doubtfully but finally places her hand into his. At least it’s warmer now.

He draws her up easily, arm wrapping around her waist. It isn’t often he’s expressly affectionate, so cold hand prank or not, she decides to enjoy this lapse in typical behavior.

A deep rumble sounds around them, the storm’s intensity increasing. With a final flicker, the lights snuff out, leaving them embraced in the dark.

“So, seems we’ll be stuck here for a while,” he murmurs, breath hot against her ear. He removes the book from her hand, dropping it to the flood with a thud. “And no light, means no reading.” Lips press against her neck and she shudders for an entirely different reason. “I’ve heard body heat’s the best way to warm up, so let’s retire to the bedroom and let it snow, let it snow, let it snow.”

Ohhh a new headcannon game! How about C for Kuroko? :)

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Cuddle (Are they cuddly people? How do they like to hug/ be hugged?)

Awwww! Thank you for picking this sweetheart! He definitely needs a lot more love (funny considering he’s in the title of the anime! lol). 

Does Kuroko cuddle? ABSOLUTELY! He loves having his girl reclined (on the couch or in bed), his arms wrapped around her waist and his head on her stomach with her finger carding through his hair. He’ll fall asleep so fast in this position so hopefully she’s ok with staying in one place for a while! 

When they’re seated upright on the couch watching TV or just catching up on their respective days, he’ll either have his arm around her, fingers tracing up and down her arm or her hands in his with his thumbs circling gently over her skin. 

Ohhh a new headcannon game! How about C for Kuroko? :)

Cuddle (Are they cuddly people? How do they like to hug/ be hugged?)

Awwww! Thank you for picking this sweetheart! He definitely needs a lot more love (funny considering he’s in the title of the anime! lol). 

Does Kuroko cuddle? ABSOLUTELY! He loves having his girl reclined (on the couch or in bed), his arms wrapped around her waist and his head on her stomach with her finger carding through his hair. He’ll fall asleep so fast in this position so hopefully she’s ok with staying in one place for a while! 

When they’re seated upright on the couch watching TV or just catching up on their respective days, he’ll either have his arm around her, fingers tracing up and down her arm or her hands in his with his thumbs circling gently over her skin. 

21 and Kise

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Tucking his hair as best he can beneath the hood of his sweatshirt, Kise then wraps a scarf around his neck. The last touch are a dark pair of sunglasses. “Perfect,” he comments to himself with a nod, grabbing his keys. He locks the door and rushes down the stairs of his apartment. It isn’t long, however, before his plan for concealment fail miserably in the form of clouding glasses, compliments of his breath on the scarf. He takes off them off, hoping the scarf will be enough to keep his face obscured.

All he wants is to get in, get his _______-cchi a present and get out.

In the same mall, said girl is also shopping, looking for the perfect gift for her gorgeous blonde beau. But what does one get someone who literally has everything? Kise’s wealth is…a bit staggering to be honest. After high school, he went into modeling full time and was welcomed with open arms, both by the industry and his fans. Every so often, she wonder how someone like her ended up with someone like him but she’s not giving him up for anything.

Shaking her head, she refocuses attention to the items in front of her, hoping something will jump out and inspire her.

“________-cchi!” exclaims Kise when he spots her around the corner making her almost spill her coffee.

Well, that’s one way to be inspired.

“Kise-kun, funny meeting you here,” she smiles, allowing herself to be drawn into his arms.

He leans down, kissing her. “Are you looking for something special for someone special?” he asks nuzzling her nose.

She taps her chin. “Hmmmm, not sure, know anywhere I can find someone special?”

“_______-cchi is so mean,” he complains with a pout.

Her giggle breaks his concentration and he smiles. But then he looks over her head and spots fangirls starting to gather and point at him making him sigh. She notices the change in his demeanor not to mention feels the tension in his body and glances over her shoulder, frowning at the sight.

Shifting his gaze, Kise sees something that makes his heart jump; he’s knows the perfect gift for her. Grabbing her hand, he tugs her through the back exit and around the building. “Where are we going, Kise-kun?” she asks.

“Travel agent,” he responds, wrapping his arm around her shoulders. “This year, my Christmas present to you, and myself too, is time away from all the crazy.”

“But Kise,” she complains, “what about opening presents?”

He turns to look at her, a gleam of mischief in his eyes as he tugs her close. “Then buy a little wrapping for me to take off of you,” he replies, nodding towards a lingerie shop. She blushes but nods nonetheless, kissing him goodbye allowing him to head off to plan their trip, while she looks for something special to wear for her someone special.

21 and Kise

Tucking his hair as best he can beneath the hood of his sweatshirt, Kise then wraps a scarf around his neck. The last touch are a dark pair of sunglasses. “Perfect,” he comments to himself with a nod, grabbing his keys. He locks the door and rushes down the stairs of his apartment. It isn’t long, however, before his plan for concealment fail miserably in the form of clouding glasses, compliments of his breath on the scarf. He takes off them off, hoping the scarf will be enough to keep his face obscured.

All he wants is to get in, get his _______-cchi a present and get out.

In the same mall, said girl is also shopping, looking for the perfect gift for her gorgeous blonde beau. But what does one get someone who literally has everything? Kise’s wealth is…a bit staggering to be honest. After high school, he went into modeling full time and was welcomed with open arms, both by the industry and his fans. Every so often, she wonder how someone like her ended up with someone like him but she’s not giving him up for anything.

Shaking her head, she refocuses attention to the items in front of her, hoping something will jump out and inspire her.

“________-cchi!” exclaims Kise when he spots her around the corner making her almost spill her coffee.

Well, that’s one way to be inspired.

“Kise-kun, funny meeting you here,” she smiles, allowing herself to be drawn into his arms.

He leans down, kissing her. “Are you looking for something special for someone special?” he asks nuzzling her nose.

She taps her chin. “Hmmmm, not sure, know anywhere I can find someone special?”

“_______-cchi is so mean,” he complains with a pout.

Her giggle breaks his concentration and he smiles. But then he looks over her head and spots fangirls starting to gather and point at him making him sigh. She notices the change in his demeanor not to mention feels the tension in his body and glances over her shoulder, frowning at the sight.

Shifting his gaze, Kise sees something that makes his heart jump; he’s knows the perfect gift for her. Grabbing her hand, he tugs her through the back exit and around the building. “Where are we going, Kise-kun?” she asks.

“Travel agent,” he responds, wrapping his arm around her shoulders. “This year, my Christmas present to you, and myself too, is time away from all the crazy.”

“But Kise,” she complains, “what about opening presents?”

He turns to look at her, a gleam of mischief in his eyes as he tugs her close. “Then buy a little wrapping for me to take off of you,” he replies, nodding towards a lingerie shop. She blushes but nods nonetheless, kissing him goodbye allowing him to head off to plan their trip, while she looks for something special to wear for her someone special.

Scenario of Hyuuga now a coach of a high school team (can be Seirin if you want) and his cute wife brings him his forgotten bento. Hope it’s not too specific!

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Coming right up @vball-baes-bball-babes! It’s short but I hope you enjoy it!

“Again!” Hyuuga commanded again as soon as his players reached the court line. His eyes trailed each player as they ran at their own pace, hearing echoes of their pants throughout the gym as they abruptly stopped at the beginning line. “Again!”

As the new generation of Seirin’s basketball players sprinted across the court, Hyuuga noticed some of the boys look towards the door behind him. He turned to find you with a smile. Hyuga smiled at you as you walked towards him with a wave. The Seirin basketball players began to loudly pant as they finished their run.

“Okay, five-minute break. Go!”

“Yes, Coach!” the team responded just before they ran off even faster than their sprints. Their water bottles were calling them more than finishing the sprints wholeheartedly.

You giggled to see your husband shake his head. “Don’t be so hard on them right now. It is the first week of practice.”

“Go ahead and say that in front of Riko and see how she responds. She’ll think I’m even weaker than I was in high school,” Hyuuga scoffs. His eyebrows raise to see the bag you held behind you. “What’s that?”

“You forgot your bento, so I brought it to you,” immediately, you pouted. “Just how busy have you been that you forgot to eat lunch?”

Hyuuga flinched with a nervous smile. It grew even timider when you began to scowl. Your body leaned closer with the plastic bag up but your scowl would not leave, even as Hyuuga rubbed the back of his neck with a sheepish laugh. Your growl became more intimidating.

Wives were scary.

“Okay, okay, I’m sorry!” Hyugga protested in a hushed tone. You had to hold back your small laugh when Hyuuga’s cheeks became pink. He would look to his players that snickered then back to you. As he snatched the plastic bag swiftly, Hyuuga snapped to his players with a pointing finger. “Time to lift weights, go!”

Immediately, every player groaned as they ran to the weight room.

You laughed. As Hyuuga turned to you with a pout, you grasped his shoulder and stood taller. The softness of your plump lips against his cheek made his cheeks turn to a bright red.

“H-Hey, I told you not in front of the players,” Hyuuga grumbled. Your husband was the cutest ever. As you kissed his cheek again, a smile shyly appeared.

“That’s why you sent them to the weight room, right?” you teased, poking Hyuuga’s nose.

Suddenly, Hyuuga wrapped an arm around your waist and pulled you into him. The two of you laughed together when your lips pressed tightly against each other. Your eyes met as your foreheads pressed against each other. The aura of the gym changed from hectic and cold to comforting and content. Hyuuga could never admit it, but it was obvious his world could change in seconds.

“Thank you. I’ll see you at home, okay?” Hyuuga said as before kissing your lips lightly again.

You lightly pressed your lips against his with a small laugh. “Hurry home, okay dear?”

Awwwww!!!! Thank you, this is so cute!!! I simply adore Hyuuga and this was a pleasant surprise to get tonight!