serves-up:

For the cheater starters can I have “The way he looks at you.. I can’t believe you’re willing to ruin that.” with Bokuto being the one who’s being cheated on by his girlfriend? Up to you whether to have the other guy be anonymous or another Haikyuu character (double evil I know).

Bokuto: “….who is he/she?” ’,:<

A/N: Ummmmmmmmmmmmmm i h8 u (jk i love angst). I combined these two for obvious reasons. This time I just used Bokuto’s last name to refer to him bc I FORgot to use his first and I dont feel like changing it lol

‘Fuck, what time is it?’

You sat up from the soft, cream bed you were previously peacefully resting in and yawned softly. You rubbed your eyes, beginning to feel yourself release from sleepiness’s evil crutches.

You can’t be late for your date. Bokuto would be expecting you soon, and you really didn’t want to deal with his potential griping if you make him wait too long. You stood up, stretching your body, feeling the refreshing pop of your back as your muscles loosened up, and trudged to the vanity, siting down in front of it.

God, you look wrecked. 

Your hair was disheveled and a bit frizzy, your makeup was smeared, and…were those hickies? You need to cover those up ASAP.

And this was all thanks to him. From what Bokuto knew, you were at work right now. Which you guessed wasn’t really a lie, sex is very hard work. You peered down at your legs, noticing your thighs were a littered with a few bruises here and there. Geez, you gotta let him know to go a bit easier on you from now on, or you two will definitely get caught. And speak of the devil, he walked into the room, holding a glass of water.

“Here.” He said, placing the glass on the edge of the vanity.

You looked up at him from the vanity, smiling softly.

“Thanks, Ushijima.” 

He simply nodded in response and sat on the bed behind you, flipping out his phone.

You started your process again, attempting to make yourself look at least halfway decent. As you fixed your makeup, you realized this was a good chance to speak to man.

“Hey, ‘Shima.” 

He gave a slight “hm?” in reply.

“Can you try to be gentiler with me next time? I have way too may marks, I’ll be rejecting Bokuto’s advances for the next two weeks now. He’s gonna be so fucking annoying.”

Ushijima looked up from his phone, looking into the mirror of the vanity to make eye contact with you.

“…He’s really not that bad of a guy. He’s not the one at fault here.”

You scoffed at Ushijima’s response. That man never holds back anything.

“Yeah, but still…it’s annoying and I hate having to deal with his moodiness because of it. And I’m not the only ‘evil’ one here either, you’re the one I’m fucking, and you know about my boyfriend. I don’t want him to catch on to what’s going on between us either. You really know how to work your hips.”

Ushijima’s eyes quickly darted back to his phone, a light pink dusted his tan cheeks.

“He’s a good man.”

You rolled your eyes at the brunette, why was he still defending him? 

“And just how is this man-child a good boyfriend? I literally feel like I’m baby sitting him seventy-five percent of the time.” You asked, turning around to face him.

Ushijima put his phone away and made eye contact with you.

“What about the other twenty-five percent. I’ve seen how…pleased…he is to be around you…The way he looks at you…I can’t believe you’re willing to ruin that.”

Was Ushijima always this sappy? You could’ve sworn when he was inside you a few hours ago, he didn’t give a shit about how Bokuto was feeling.

You were silent for a bit, mulling his words over in your head. Why was he placing all the blame on you? He knows he’s at least half responsible too, right?

“Yeah…and I can’t believe you’re willing to help me do that.”

He sighed softly, busying himself with his phone again. 

 You got up, grabbed your things, and headed out the door. Fuck it, you could just finish getting ready in your car.

Thankfully, your date with Bokuto went smoothly. He was just as upbeat and naive as usual, things progressed just as smoothly as ever. Throughout the date, you couldn’t stop thinking about what Ushijima said. You paid attention to the way Bokuto looked at you, just as he mentioned. He always seemed so interested in what you had to say, no matter the topic, and his curious golden eyes seemed to brighten whenever you uttered his name. However, one look really etched itself into your memory. Whenever he thought you weren’t looking, he’d stare at you with the look of utmost adoration. His eyes became half-lidded, his cheeks a bright pink, and a small grin graced his smooth face. Anyone within a one-hundred mile radius could tell he was absolutely smitten. Bokuto really wasn’t a bad guy…he just wasn’t what you were looking for…or at least you thought.

Why were feelings so complicated?

You and Bokuto were at home now, and you were washing the dishes while he sat on the counter, excitedly talked about a funny infomercial he saw on T.V. earlier. For once, you felt content with him. The sonorousness of his voice and his overly emphatic tone wasn’t getting on your nerves, and actually, it was quite adorable. As he continued to speak, you felt your heart flutter a bit. He’s really…not that bad. The sudden chime of your phone interrupted your thoughts.

You removed your hands out of the water, weakly shaking your hands to remove the suds and water to retrieve your phone from your back pocket. Bokuto stopped talking and perked up, as if he just got an idea.

“Ah, I got it! Don’t worry, baby.” He hopped off the counter and made his way towards you. He put his hand down your pocket and leaned foward against your back. His mouth moved down to your ear, and you could feel the hot puff of his breath against your ear and neck. “Plus, this gives me an excuse to touch your butt~”. He gave your butt a quick pinch before sliding your phone out of your pocket and bounding over to the other side of the kitchen, barely dodging your fist. 

You returned to washing a dish as he checked your recent text. 

“Uh…hey…what’s this mean?” Bokuto questioned. 

“Bokuto,” you chuckled softly, I won’t know unless you read it to me.”

His voice faltered as he read the text to you. “I need you..come over?”

Your heart dropped when he read the message, the shock making you drop the plate into the warm, sudsy water in front of you. Fuck.

“From…’Ushi’….he has so many hearts by his name….who is…this?” 

You were at a complete loss of words. You turned around to face him, a look of complete astonishment on your face. Bokuto noticed quickly, his face gradually contorting into a deep frown.

“Are…you…cheating..?” A glint of hope still shone in Bokuto’s eyes, he was hoping you wouldn’t tell him what he was thinking. You wanted to preserve his optimistic nature, and you considered lying to him, but dismissed the thought quickly. Bokuto may be oblivious, but he’s not stupid.

“….I’m sorry” You didn’t know what else to say.

Bokuto took a sharp intake of breath, tears welling up in his eyes. His eyes were glazed over, and the brightness that usually shone like the sun grew dark. 

“I…trusted you…” He muttered, his tone a bit higher than usual. Tears began to roll down his cheeks, no matter how he tried to hold him back. His breathing became labored as he repressed the choked sobs about to surface. “W-was it m-me?”

It all hit you at once. The guilt, the regret, the self-hatred. Bokuto had all the right to get mad at you, to yell and scream as much as he wanted. But he didn’t. You were too perfect in his eyes, and he felt he couldn’t compare. So he blamed himself.

You felt the need to cry, but bottled up the feeling. This wasn’t about you. You stepped towards Bokuto, in an attempt to comfort him. You wanted to tell him he was perfect, he didn’t have anything to apologize for, you were the wrong one. However, he stepped back with each step you took froward, shaking his head softly.

“I…need…go…Kuroo.” He was too upset to speak with you, and the choked sobs were audible now, breaking through his voice.

He grabbed his car keys and quickly beelined out of the house. He didn’t even slam the door. You stared at the closed door, before quickly breaking down yourself.

You took him for granted, and lost him. The sunshine in your life was gone, and sadly, you would never feel it’s warm radiance again.

And I’m heartbroken. Interesting choice on the other guy, I really liked it! I mean, stupid reader hurting Bo but it’s still a great piece!

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Hinata tella Yachi thats shes beautiful even before they start dating. Its started one day because Yachi was looking at her feet sadly watching the “pretty girls” go by. And when Hinata asks about it she goes" oh, those girls are so pretty, like Kiyoko, and I-“ and then she gets cut off “You’re beautiful Yachi, like a, like a sunflower” and Yachi’s face is now a tomato.

Yachi likes to play with and pet Hinatas hair because its so soft and fluffy.

Hinata and Yachi TICKLE FIGHT 24/7

Their favorite cuddle position is where Hinata can put his arm around her and she lays her head on his chest; while their legs intertwine.

They don’t talk about kids but Yachi thinks about it and wants to have two, and name them after both of their heros. The little giant and her mom.

SPEAKING OF KIDS
The kids def grow taller than their parents.

Yachi is a teacher and Hinata a volleyball couch, first in Tokyo but of course they come home to their roots to Karasuno. And ALL the kids know who Hinata is and freak out.

When they first start dating Hinata tries to make himself look taller, warding off “scary looking guys”. And Yachi tells him its ok but NOPE “you don’t see what I see Yachi. You’re beautiful and I KNOW I’m not the only one to see it”.

Yachi watches art documentaries and Hinata goes “This guys art it so WAHH and leaves a BAHHH effect.”

Yachi only knows how to bake, and has her mother teach her how to cook. But her mom only knows the basics so Hinatas mom decided to help out and have a girls night with Kiyoko and the the Karasuno girls team. Then they decided to invite other mangers of the other teams along with Seko cause she cant cook as well. While Hinata goes out with his team the other teams for boys night as they all try to learn how to paint.

Yachi likes Taylor Swift and one day she’s listening to it and Hinata tries so hard to say what she is saying and goes “didn’t it awl seem new and exmiting”. And Tsukki boasts about how he knows who she is and know what she is saying.

TRIPLE DATES WITH THE SENAPI Kiyoko and Suga and Daichi and Yui.

They defiantly like the American cliche of sharing a milkshake. They blush and can’t look each other in the eyes but they still do it.

These are precious!!

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I’ve actually never written a fight on this blog??? This should be interesting? Also, mdr, “the woman to go to for quality Tendou,” as if Tendou is a drug and I’m a dealer. Well… I mean… metaphorically… I suppose… witty…

Also Tendou has a roommate?? Can he be classified as an OC? He doesn’t have a name? 

Also it takes place in the same universe as this thing everyone loves just to let you know ack I”M RAMBLING SORRY

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__ was always patient. Perhaps, Tendou pondered, that was what made them so compatible. She had always been so unwaveringly tolerant of the way he ran his mouth, whether he was over-enthused or over-thinking, Tendou couldn’t think of one time where she hadn’t been calm. Although Tendou knew tempests arise out of the calmest tropical waters, and he swam out too far and got caught in one.

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“__, how’s it feel?”

__ barely spared him a glance as her eyes darted between him and the textbook she was studying. Friday nights had become a ritual between them; him wanting to do anything that didn’t involve himself being alone, and her much rather utilizing her time with her nose in a book. She’d come over, study, or at least, try to with him occupying the space next to her on the bed. There had been an odd feeling in Tendou’s gut all day now, and watching her comb through pages made him even more uneasy.

“How does what feel?” She said, albeit absent. Tendou figured he could’ve said anything then and she wouldn’t really pick up on it.

“To be so anxious all the time?”

She had definitely heard him, though. She was used to questions like this, she had to have been, by now, at least. She furrowed her eyebrows and looked up at him, the softness of her face turning downwards.

“What’s that supposed to mean?” She pondered, rolling her eyes and directing her attention back on her book. Tendou didn’t fail to notice the way her grip tightened around the edges of the cover, though. Her knuckles were practically white.

“It means exactly what you think it means. Does it suck to be afraid of everything?” He waited for her standoffish, sarcastic remark to come, they usually came flying in seconds after he had insulted her, but there was nothing, silence. The only noise was the sudden dull ‘thump’ of heavy pages closing in on each other.

“I… I’m not really afraid of everything. It’s… it’s complex in the way that-”

“Oh? Are you stuttering?” Tendou laughed, which he shouldn’t have, because the already crooked expression on her face tensed up even more. “Am I making you anxious?”

“Why are you acting like this?” The tone of her voice was broken just above a whisper. She was looking straight at him a minute ago but now she didn’t even dare look up in his general direction. Her fingers slipped off the side of the bed and started feeling around for the straps of her bag. Her eyes never left their place on the floor.

“Acting like what?” Tendou scooted closer to her, only for her to stand up, immediately, and almost topple over. “Oh, __, don’t tell me your social anxiety is getting so bad that you can’t even talk to your own boyfriend, hm?”

The room was silent for a moment, her back turned to his and the only noise to be heard was the soft tick-ticks of his roommates clock. The noise to break the monotony was a sniffle, just loud enough to be heard, and Tendou wasn’t sure it was coming from her or him.

“__..?” Tendou muttered, pondering whether or not he should stand up and reach to her. “Listen, are you really that upset, ‘cause-”

That’s when she turned around to face him, her cheeks ruby red and not in the way he liked. There were tears rolling down her cheeks, not enough to be considered a cry, but enough to express the way her broken eyes glistened in the dim light of his desk lamp. There were very few instances he had ever seen __ cry, once over a hurt pigeon they saw hobbling around campus, and another over the likelihood of him. Although, the other time didn’t break her heart like this did.

“Y’know…” Her voice wasn’t broken like he’d expect it to be. It ran flat, stoic, like a recording of something that wasn’t human. “I think it’s really funny that I’ve put up with every single piece of your shit, but you can’t even accept a little bit of mine.”

“__…”

“Don’t” She stated, loud, clear. It echoed off the walls and Tendou was sure it was loud enough for the neighbors to hear. “I think it’s really funny how I’ve actually cried with you over your own mental problems but you can’t even accept the fact that I overthink. Don’t you? That I sometimes actually stress myself out over problems that aren’t even mine but I get made fun of because I can get exceptionally nervous?” Her voice wasn’t flat anymore, it was cracking. It was louder and tainted with the slightest hint of anger, but she wasn’t angry. Not yet.

“That’s petty, __. Don’t use the “I think it’s really funny how” line on me.” Tendou stood up from the bed, and she moved back. Her bag was still dangling from her hand.

“I have every right to be petty. What the fuck is wrong with you?”

“Well excu-use me for not realizing you wouldn’t take a joke!”

“My mental health isn’t a joke, Satori!”

“Well you treat it like one!”

The room fell silent once again, __’s bloodshot eyes widening. Another tear slipped down her cheeks. She was silent, the lips she had been gnawing on, agape.

“You…” She muttered, slinging her bag over her shoulder without breaking eye contact with him.

“__, I didn’t mean it like that.”

“Really? What did you mean then?” She cocked her head, taking a few steps away from him again. Tendou didn’t reply, he couldn’t. “You’re so selfish! I actually cannot believe this! Do you ever hear me making depression jokes? Have I ever once put you down for anything wrong with you?”

“No, but it’s not like it would be the end of the world if you did!”

“Really? Really? I was fine before Satori. I really would’ve been fine with a little “sorry” and I would’ve cut it. But I’m a joke? Am I just a joke to you?”

“You’re damn acting like one! What’s wrong with you today?”

“What’s wrong with me today?” She was all but screaming now, hands balled into fists and shoved in her pockets. “God, you know what, you really are a monster. Goodnight, Satori.”

She turned around on her heel and stormed towards the door. He wasn’t sure what the plunging feeling in his chest was, but he was honest it was the closest thing to heartbreak. When he saw her tugging at the doorknob with shaking hands, that’s when he knew he had seriously, horrendously, ultimately, fucked up. There was something else in him though, something other than sadness, that made him storm up to her and yank her away from the door.

“I’m a monster, huh?” He spat, his hand tight around her knuckles as he loomed over her, pushing her back into the living area.

“Yes.” She scrunched up her nose and licked her lips, watching him tentatively to make the next move. “You’re a monster.”

“I really don’t get why you have to be so over-fucking-dramatic about this! Why couldn’t you’ve just told me to shut the fuck up! I would’ve!”

“Really? Would you? You don’t work like that, Satori, I know you.” She hissed through her teeth and yanked her hand away from his, her nail accidentally cutting the side of his thumb. She didn’t notice, and neither did he.

“You don’t know shit about me.”

“I don’t? I really don’t? Satori, you’ve told your entire sob story a million times! “Oh I got bullied,” “oh everyone hates me.” I can see why!”

Tendou was at a loss for words at this point, the plunging, surging in his veins making him feel cold. He should’ve known it was a bad idea to pick at her, someone who really did know him better than he did himself. She could disassemble him and put him back together if she wanted, and most importantly, break him down. He didn’t even feel like shouting anymore, if he was being honest. He pushed himself to, anyways.

“You’re being a real bitch, __. Do you even know what you’re saying?”

“I’m well fucking aware of what I’m saying!”

“Then why are you saying it?”

__ paused for a moment, gnawing at her lips again. Tears were still running down her face yet she didn’t let her aggressive facade down.

“God, its because I love you!” She shouted, turning around and heading for the door. “I love you and it really fucking hurts when it seems like you don’t love me, okay?”

“It doesn’t seem like you love me.”

“Well I do. I care about your opinion more than your shitty little brain could ever articulate. That’s why I’m overreacting. That’s why I can’t just tell you to shut up.” She paused for a moment, looking at him from the doorstep, wanting to say more, Tendou knew because her lips were pursed together so tight he was afraid she’d split one.

“Goodnight, Satori.” She spared him one last glance before slamming the door behind her, and her hurried footsteps clambered down the hall.

Tendou felt empty in the void of his dorm. He sat down on the edge of his bed and rested his face in his hands, and much to his surprise, when he sat back up, his fingertips were wet. He had definitely messed up.

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 It had been three days since the argument. Tendou really didn’t realize how much he depended on another person until he found himself locked up in his dorm the entire weekend, along with the entire following Monday. He had missed all his classes for the day, but ultimately, he didn’t care. It had been a while since he had felt this disgusting, the last time he could recall was losing his last match of senior year. He couldn’t even classify this feeling as sadness, there were too many other feelings mixed in for him to just be sad. He felt guilty, disgusted, livid, his mood was a cesspool of negativity. His roommate had teasingly pointed out that he looked like shit, to which Tendou had wholeheartedly accepted. The lack of sarcasm made his roommate threaten to call the RA, which he didn’t, just tugged the bed sheet off of him and forced him out of the room to go take a shower.

“Call your girlfriend before you die in here.” His roommate had joked, “Or maybe I’ll just let you die, I’d get a 4.0 sympathy GPA from the board.”

It wasn’t until Tuesday night when Tendou mustered up the courage to send her a text. Usually she responded in seconds, but this response was delayed by hours. She ignored his message of “can we talk?” and jumped to, “I’m coming over.” Tendou didn’t mind, he worked well with confrontation. Though, he was definitely worried another argument would strike, that would be the last thing he’d want. His roommate was spending the night at his boyfriend’s dorm, but if he were to still drop by somehow, he’d hate for him to be caught up in an argument.

At six-thirty on the dot, there came a knock on his door. He figured he must look like a wreck, his last shower was Sunday morning, and he hadn’t slept much since then, either. He dragged himself over to answer her, though. Before he had the chance to open the door, she knocked again, which, for some reason, made his stomach lurch. There was the possibility that he was a bit nervous.

He swallowed thickly, swallowing his pride along with it, and cracked the door open, fumbling with the locks on the sides before he swung it open all the way. __ said nothing, just looked up at him, her eyes just as tired as his. Neither said anything but both could tell it wasn’t a very smart idea for both of them to be away from each other for so long.

“I’m sorry.” Is what broke their silence, and Tendou’s heart was racing too fast to tell whether it came from her or him.

“No, I’m sorry.” __ peeped next, so it was safe for Tendou to assume he had spoken without thinking. “I said some shit I shouldn’t have and I’m really, really, sorry.”

“You wouldn’t ‘ve had to say that if I didn’t start it.” Tendou tentatively placed his hand on her shoulder, pulling her inside and shutting the door behind her. As soon as the lock clicked, __’s weight collapsed underneath him, dragging him down to the floor and up against the wall with her.

“I forgive you…” She muttered into the crook of his neck, her arms tight around his waist. “And I never meant anything I said that night. You’re not a monster, I promise you, you’re not. It was so shallow of me to even mention all of that and I wasn’t even thinking about how you’d feel and… I’m so sorry…” She fumbled over her words, lifting her head up to reveal tears in her eyes.

“You’re forgiven.” He smiled, uncoiling one arm from around her neck to thumb away a fallen tear. “I’ve never seen you cry this much, y’know.”

“The shit I said wasn’t true, but everything else was.”

“That whole caring about me thing?”

She nodded, her eyes breaking away from his to look down at her lap. “It’s pathetic, huh?”

“I don’t think it’s pathetic.” Tendou tilted her chin up with his fingertips, and pressed a soft, forgiving kiss on her lips. “I could say the same about you.”

“We’re fucked, aren’t we? Is this what it feels like to be in love?”

“Mhm…” Tendou hummed, a smile on his face as he kissed __ again.

“Disgusting.” She muttered. “I love it.”

Tendou found himself laughing, pulling __ closer to his chest and holding her against him. The time rolled by, the ticks on his roommates clock filling a comfortable silence instead of an empty one. Maybe him and __ weren’t compatible because of her patience and his unwillingness to ever shut up. They were undeniably compatible, though, and he couldn’t waste his time thinking of why. All he knew was that she was right for him, right in his arms, and everything was alright.

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My mom always told me when I was little, that if anyone ever did me wrong, I was to always say “You are forgiven” instead of “It’s alright” or “It’s okay.” Because if you tell them that what they did wrong was okay, they’ll believe it, and keeping thinking that hurting you is okay, and they’ll do it again. Always say “you’re forgiven”, because that shows that you won’t tolerate their mistake again. 

I’m consistently blown away by her writing, just..amazing!!

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From the Vault: The Skirt Ask pt 4

Anonymous asked:

Has
anyone suggest a skirt ask for Kasamatsu, Hyuuga, Mitobe, and Koga?

   Guess
what’s baaack….

“Oi,
take those off!” KASAMATSU’s
eye twitches as he sees that you’re wearing a pair of his kneesocks.
As you bend down to start sliding them down your legs, revealing your
bareness to him, his shouting is incoherent enough to rival Hayakawa
at his most excited.

HYUUGA growls
at himself as he knocks his pen off the coffee table and reaches for
it, but you jump out of your chair and grab it first, seeing it as
your opportunity to take a break from studying and reveal your real
intentions in having him visit. 
“Eh, ___, you don’t have
to pick that up fo-OH
MY GOD WHY AREN’T YOU WEARING PANTS.” 
“You
said you wanted to spice things up a little, Junpei…” You pout,
reaching for him, but he scrambles out of your reach.
“Not in
the lounge room idiot, your dad will kill me!”

Solid,
dependable, unflappable MITOBE is
freaking out on the inside. 
He can’t look away from the
curve of your ass where it peeks out under your skirt. 
You
want him to look… right? That’s why you’re not wearing
underpants, and taking such a long time digging in your bag for your
phone… isn’t it?
When you peek over your shoulder, the only
outward sign of his distress is a raised eyebrow… and a shaking
finger, beckoning you towards him.

“You
look so cute, ___-chan!” KOGANEI exclaims,
pulling you close and nuzzling into your cheek. “Good enough to
eat!”
You laugh so hard that he lets go of you, confused and a
little worried… until you stumble over your own feet, falling on to
the bed with a bounce that flips your skirt right up. 
“Oh,
so ___-chan wants me to eat her after all?” He chuckles, the tips
of his ears going red, and follows you, trapping you beneath him with
a bright grin on his face.

I love these dorks!

imagine-sports-dorks:

Can I just say, I really hoped I’d get a skirt ask… and it’s for some of my favourite characters, too!
The song in Bokuto’s part is one of my favourite feel-good dance songs, Glamazon by RuPaul

“I thought you were getting drinks,” KUROO looks up at you
quizzically from where he lies sprawled on the bed, highlighter in
hand and his notes spread out around him.
“We’ve been studying
so hard all afternooon,” you couldn’t keep a hint of tiredness from
your voice as your conspicuously empty hands trailed up your
thighs… or a smile from spreading on your face as Kuroo’s eyes
locked on to your fingers. “Surely we could both do with blowing
off some steam?”
His jaw dropped as the fabric around your legs
rose, revealing bare flesh.
“Oh my god,” he
whispered appreciatively, then “I love you,” before springing into action,
clearing up his things in seconds and smoothing the bedspread out
before rushing over to help you with the zipper on your skirt.

Welcome to the jungle… You grind your hips to the beat,
flipping your skirt up as the melody picks up again and BOKUTO
whimpers audibly at the brief glance at your butt. He’s been told to
stay put and not touch until he’s told to and god, it’s so difficult
when he’s so turned on and you’re so sexy but he’s
behaving. The look of loving adoration and something akin to worship
on his face is empowering; watching him watch you, you feel like the
most sensual, beautiful being in the world and it’s making the
tightness in your lower belly coil tighter. You sashay closer,
beckoning him to you and he whoops as he finally gets permission to
touch, pulling you close enough to feel every inch of his arousal.

Knowing ASAHI as long as you
had, you had known to make sure he knew what you were planning
beforehand; he didn’t cope so well with surprises like this. He’d
thought he was ready for it, had thought of little else all week…
but seeing you swinging your hips and bending over, revealing
everything to him in broad daylight was an entirely different matter
to hearing about or imagining it. His hand rose from his lap
hesitantly, fingers twitching, then dropped; he sat still, barely
breathing, his face burning as he tried and failed to look away from
your wet core.
“Are you okay, baby?” You asked nervously,
straightening up your clothes and kneeling before him so that you
could look into his eyes. “You’re allowed to touch me you know, it
won’t hurt.”
“But… are you sure?” He swallowed audibly as
you took his hands and guided them down your body, under your skirt,
and pressed his fingers exactly where you wanted them.
“I’m
sure.”

“I’ve been so bad… senpai,” you whisper huskily as you
bend over, looking back over your shoulder at NOYA, who seems
to short circuit as one of his many fantasies comes to life before
his eyes. It’s not the reaction you’d have expected but if you’re
honest it’s even more gratifying.  
He shakes his head a little
as if to restart his brain, stars in his eyes and a broad grin on his
lips as he darts forward, pressing his lips to yours in a wet,
open-mouthed kiss that lasts a long time.
“I guess as your
senpai it’s up to me to punish you, my naughty, naughty kouhai.”

“Ryu-kun, are you looking?”
“What’s up honey, have you
picked something yet?”
Though TANAKA has run through
many, many scenarios involving you in his head, it had never occurred
to him that you might do something like this, and he’s appropriately
surprised and VERY turned on.
You had come to his place for a
movie date night, and it had been a while since you’d done anything
more than make out, so you’d wanted to do something a little special.
Which is how you’d come to be leaning against the dvd shelf, arching
your back just enough to reveal the fact that you’re not wearing
underwear to your stunned boyfriend.
“Wanna skip the movie and
head to bed?”
You’ve never seen him on his feet so fast.
“Have
I told you tonight how much I love you, ___?”

Tanaka’s “honey” had me grinning!

gorilla-senpailover:

Oh yes my darling anon!  You sure can!  While my heart will always belong to my love Kenichi I do have a soft spot for my favorite tsundere megane carrot. 

And I am totally willing to do comfort themed asks, angst I’d give my best shot but I’ve never actually written any before!  So feel free to send me some and I’ll see what I can manage.  ❤

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I love this megane!!

gorilla-senpailover:

Haha this is adorable!  Under the cut because there’s a ton of peeps.

Also, PSA, I include Kuroko in the GOM for any future asks!

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So cute!!

imagine-knb:

Kuroko + Kagami: Shocked at how well of a singer Kuroko could be, Kagami sits there dumbfounded for the first few songs they pick together. Is this really a situation where the shadow is overtaking the light? No way! Kagami isn’t going to back down without a fight, even if it was just karaoke. He picks songs he knows in English and tries to sing along with them, the operative word being ‘tries’. Somehow, he still sucks.

Kise + Kasamatsu: Of course this had been Kise’s idea, what with his pastime being karaoke, and he just had to drag Kasamatsu along for the ride. The entire time they’re there, Kise is hogging the microphone while Kasamatsu is grumbling in the corner. Every so often a song comes on that he knows and, showing just the slightest hint that he may sing along, Kise shoves the microphone into his hands to hear in senpai sing.

Aomine + Sakurai: Whose idea had it been to take these two to karaoke? Momoi’s of course. Neither Aomine or Sakurai sing for quite some time, the both of them stuck in their little corners for different reasons entirely. Aomine sees no point in going to karaoke if he can’t drink and, seeing as he’s not of age yet, that wasn’t a possibility. Sakurai, the poor kid, was just too nervous to get up and sing in front of anybody.

Midorima + Takao: If Midorima had his way, neither of them would have even set foot inside the karaoke bar, but Takao had insisted on having a little fun. Of course, Takao is having so much fun singing along with any and every song he knows while Midorima sits in the corner. Every so often the bespectacled teen would join in, though his voice is well under his breath at that point. No way was he going to let Takao know he could sing.

Murasakibara + Himuro: It was supposed to be a little trip for the two of them to wind down and relax after a week’s worth of hard work. Unfortunately, karaoke was not Murasakibara’s definition of relaxing. Especially when he was banned from bringing in any of his own snacks. Himuro had to convince him that it would all be worth it when they began singing, because that’s when all the real fun happened, but neither of them wanted to do the first song…

Akashi + Mayuzumi: This was supposed to be a team outing, so when Mayuzumi found out he was the only member aside from his captain to show up, he was a little annoyed. He denied every chance to sing in front of the room, pushing the microphone over to Akashi instead. Akashi, in turn, had no problem with singing; it was just another thing he was good at. Mayuzumi just hoped the red haired first year wouldn’t make singing an order eventually.

I needed a good laugh after work and this hit the mark! So funny!