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de-bauchry · 2 years

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—Phonecalls

: pairing: Aomine x blacktransfem reader!!

: cw, established relationship, both are in college, I guess angsty?

: A/N: sooo I did 100% write this with amab black transfem girlies in mindddd so this is definitely for y’all but if this is in anyway like offensive pls lmk and I’ll take it down :))). Also lmk if y’all wanna part 2? Maybe?

“Why you keep blowing up my phone crazy girl?” Aomine questions licking his lips, as he opened the door forearm leaning against the ledge of the wall, eyes sizing you up from head to toe.

“Because why you not answering yo phone!?” You exclaimed in irritation, shocked that he even asked such a disrespectful question. Some people had dm’ed you about Aomine being with some girl at the basketball celebration with his team, like how could he!

“Oi, stop yelling. I’m right here”. Aomine’s tone was firm, expression that of a glare before rubbing the back of his neck in annoyance. “You believe everything you hear too much y/n. I wasn’t with any girl it was another manager of this basketball team. We were talking about our next game together with their team.” He lets out a deep sigh.

You stood there in disbelief for a second. You couldn’t believe that you had just, shown up at his house like this for those messages to not even be true, but what if he’s messing with the manager? I mean it could be possible right? You know how much Aomine is into girls, real ones and it just— drives you crazy thinking about him leaving you for another girl.

This was Aomine’s first relationship with a trans girl and you’ve seen his magazines, he’s told you he likes girls with big boobs but he loves all boobs so it doesn’t really matter to him what size they are, but that didn’t matter, you felt like the exact opposite of his preferences and interests, you were still in the process of taking your hormones and growing. It’s not that you didn’t think you were a real girl or girly enough, you just felt like Aomine wanted a cis girl before he’d want a trans girl. And that got to you.

“How do I know you’re not talking to her?” You accuse your hip tut, tucking a curl behind your ear, as you cross your arms.

“Do you want me talking to her?” Aomine accuses.

“No! what the hell!”.

“Then? What’s the problem? I’m serious.” Aomine closes the distance between you two, looking down on you, towering over your form, as he crossed his arms now. “Because the girl I want is acting crazy yelling all in my damn face.” Aomine brings his finger to lift your chin up to meet his gaze. “You gon keep listening to everybody else?”

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lazydork0507 · 2 years

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...10 years ago we started our journey together...

...and it will last forever...

...forever and ever in my heart...

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summer-nights19 · 7 months

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Hii! Can you make a Murasakibara x reader . Murasakibara calls his s/o by a cute nickname after his basketball practice is over and his s/o came to see if his practice is over so they both can go home together after school + the reaction of GOM when they get to know murasakibara is dating someone.? Bye, have a great day /night!

Hi anon ! Thank you so much, and this is really cute, thanks for the mental picture <33

Reading you guys' KnB imagines always makes my day, so please continue to send em in !

When his friends find out you're dating

Murasakibara x gn reader

(AU in which the GOM remain teammates after middle school)

@neoo you might like this one

You took your phone out of your bag to check the time as you walked towards the school gym. If you remembered correctly, Atsushi's basketball practice should have ended around five minutes ago. It was the last practice session of a very busy season, so he'd promised to take you out as soon as it was finished. When you asked where, he said it was a surprise and that he'd take you there after practice. The more you thought about spending the evening with your beloved boyfriend after a few weeks of barely seeing him outside of school, the giddier you felt. When you finally reached the gym and pushed the door open, you saw Atsushi talking with the other members of the generation of miracles as they walked out of the changing room. Even though most members of the generation of miracles were pretty tall, Murasakibara still managed to tower over them. He'd changed out of his basketball kit and into a loose fitting black shirt with short sleeves and grey sweatpants. His hair was also up- he knew that was a weakness of yours. You didn't mind that he dressed more casually- in fact, as you checked out his long, toned arms, you realised how much you liked it. As soon as Murasakibara saw you standing and starin at the door, he smiled slightly and walked over to you.

"Hey baby, you ready to leave after this ?" You opened your mouth to answer but Kuroko beat you to it.

"What ? Murasakibara and Y/N ? Why didn't anybody tell me ?" You tried not to laugh at the look of utter shock on his face as his eyes darted between you and Atsushi. Aomine cut in, frowning

"Yeah ! And why does he get to date someone that hot ? Y/N, if you ever grow bored of this dry ass man then you know where to find-" This time, it was Atsushi who cut Aomine off by shoving him in the opposite direction to you.

"Over my dead body," he said, glaring at Aomine. The latter simply smirked and raised his eyebrows

"Control yourself, Aomine. Anyway, you're all just idiots. This has been rather obvious for a few weeks now. Whenever Murasakibara has free time, he spends it with Y/N, and he always takes every opportunity to text them during practice. Akashi has noticed it too. While I normally wouldn't condone dating within a friendship group, their signs are perfectly matched," Midorima explained, a triumphant look on his face, while Akashi stood there silently. You hadn't expected much of a reaction from him, because you realised on some level he'd always known, and had given you and Atsushi small windows of time in which you could meet and talk all throughout the last basketball season. When you'd thanked him for all his help, he'd just nodded and smiled slightly.

You listened and tried to hold in your laughter as Aomine and Midorima began to squabble over his remark. These guys were idiots, but they were your idiots. They'd been your best friends since middle school and you were glad that you finally had the opportunity to share this with them. Kise finally broke the spat, smiling in your direction as he spoke.

"Yeah, you guys really weren't as discreet as you thought. I mean, Murasakibaracchi literally has a picture of you in his basketball jersey as his phone lockscreen. Anyway, though I agree with Aominecchi that this is slightly unfair, I wish you two all the best. You look really cute together, as well as being well matched,"

"Yeah," Kuroko agreed, smiling at you as you blushed.

"Aww guys... thank you so much ! We would have told you earlier, but we were afraid it would change things between the group,"

"Nah. No matter what happens, we'll stick together. We've made it this far, right ?" Aomine replied, and the others nodded in agreement. Atsushi put an arm around your waist and looked at the guys.

"Now that you know, I'd appreciate it if you stopped wasting our time. I'm taking Y/N on a date tonight. Also, keep your hands to yourselves. Y/N is mine," he said, glaring at Aomine and Kise. You smiled up at him, your heart beating faster as he revealed this new possessive side to his nature. He squeezed you a little before hoisting you over his shoulder as if you weighed nothing.

"Wha- Atsushi ! What do you think you're doing ?" you asked, squirming in his grasp playfully.

"We'll get there faster like this,". He tightened his grip around you and you let yourself relax, breathing in his warm scent as he carried you out of the gym.

"Bye guys !" you said, smiling as Atsushi carried you out. The others smiled back at you, waving as they watched you and Atsushi leave the gym.

As soon as you'd left, Kuroko opened his mouth again

"So that's why Murasakibara was asking about where the rose garden was,"

Kise facepalmed and laughed a little

"Yes, it was. He wanted to surpris them with a truly romantic spot. God, you really are dense at times, Kurokocchi,"

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#knb x reader #gom x reader #atsushi murasakibara #murasakibara x reader #knb murasakibara #murasakibara fluff #murasakibara fanfic #knb fanfic #knb fluff

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kodaiki · 2 years

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꒰ 12:17 A.M. ꒱ ❛ drunk!aomine daiki x reader ༉‧₊˚✧

𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐁𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐊 at your phone screen, adjusting to the light coming of it in your dark bedroom, swiping the answer phone button. when you receive a drawled, “hey dummy,” whatever tiredness you were feeling moments prior is suddenly gone.

immediately, you can tell the man on the other end not sober. you smile at your friend’s deep tone. “hey stupid,” you greet back in amusement. “you still out with the guys?”

at your question, aomine seems to grumble under his breath, making laughter bubble in your throat.

“that bad, hm?”

“nah, nah.” in between his word’s there’s a slight muffle, probably from him rubbing a hand over his face. “we had a lot and half o’ them are annoying drunk. so i escaped.”

“escaped? where to? the bar’s bathroom?”

“no,” aomine answers your teasing tone with a clipped remark. “i’m in the back by the pool tables.” there’s a pause before a thoughtful, “you suck at pool.”

you nod grimly, though he can’t see. “always an honest one. you can’t just once sugar coat an answer?”

“sugar coating is for loser, loser.”

nice to know he’s still just as insulting while under the influence. still, you smile at his words.

“alright well, the boy’s’ll be searching for you soon,” you say, recalling kise’s character and guessing he was a few minutes away from gathering an aominecchi search party. “thanks for the check in. get home safe, okay?”

“wait, don’t hang up so soon,” aomine grunts and you can just imagine the deep(er) furrow of his brows as his mouth lifts into a frown. “still wanna talk to you.”

“i am your most interesting friend albeit a dummy, aren’t I?” you ask, confident sigh leaving your lips. a yawn escapes you as you switch on the bedside lamp next to you, further squinting at the sudden contrast of light. he doesn’t answer your question, and if it weren’t for the buzzing background noise of the bar across the line, you’d think he hung up. “aomine-?”

“don’t make me say it.”

“say it-say what?” you ask, straightening yourself in bed, sitting up as your furrow your eyebrows together in confusion.

he groans like a child, tormented by the fact that you can’t simply read his mind from miles away and through a phone. after another (excruciatingly long) pause, he murmurs, “‘miss you,” before adding an idiot to lighten his pouting tone.

your concerned frown melts into a pout-like smile, and your heart skips a beat, warmth filling your chest.

“yeah, big guy?” you muse, feeling your cheeks warm. you’re well aware the usually frowning and stoic man would say no such thing sober so you’re grasping at whatever you can get. “even though i saw you …” you trail off, checking the time. “four hours ago?” it was just a few hours ago when you were practically shoving your friend out the door, chastising him for not wanting to meet up with former friends, claiming that he'd have a better time watching reruns of those dumb romcom-shows you love watching.

“mm,” he hums in agreement blearily, like he’s about to pass out. he must’ve had enough to feel a headache, you assume, brows knitting together again. “miss your face — your stupid smile.”

you smile lightly at that, even gnawing your lip to stop from grinning so wide your cheeks would hurt. you don’t think the man has any clue what sort of effect he has on you; and you think that’s a blessing.

“and i miss that grumpy face of yours,” you answer earnestly, seizing his drunken state to allow your deepest thoughts surface. even though what he says may be a stretch and solely the alcohol speaking, your words are true.

“‘s not grumpy all the time,” he slurs. “i smile ‘round ‘ya.”

you didn’t think aomine daiki could’ve actually put you into cardiac arrest but here he was doing just that.

“you’re the sweetest drunk, ain’t ya?” you sigh, struggling with the fact that said smooth, adorable and sweet man was out and about in a bar and not saying those words to your face. come to think of it, would he? "one minute you're telling me i suck at pool and the next you miss me."

“not drunk,” he quickly denies but you catch his lie.

“totally not,” you follow along sarcastically, peering down at your nails. “so i don’t need to cure your hangover in the morning then? that’s sounds great because i was thinking of going on a morning jog-“

“no no, fine ... i’m drunk,” he admits sheepishly and you can imagine the eye roll he does after. “can the hangover cure move up to tonight though? i don’t think i can walk straight.”

“geez, how much did you drink?”

“enough.”

“do you need me to call a cab for you? or pick you up? you sound pretty out of it already.”

“i’ll leave when the rest leave and it’ll probably be in less than thirty minutes given kise’s state.” from the last party you’ve attended with all of aomine’s former teammates, you’ve witnessed the bulk of them with some alcohol in their systems. and kise drunk? well … he’s a crier. “i’ll split some cab fare with one of ‘em.”

“alright, don’t think i’m staying awake waiting for you to show at 2am, though,” you scold through the phone, hoping your friend gets the serious tone through the other side.

he chuckles warmly. “i don’t have to think. i know you would.”

damn him.

“i’m hanging up now.”

“sure y’are,” aomine drawls out. the longer he’s on the phone with you, it seems the more drunk he gets, words slurring together near the point you have to ask him to repeat himself. “i’ll see you soon, dummy.”

aomine keeps his promise that he would’ve been out of the bar in less than half an hour because forty minutes later there’s a knock at your apartment door. quickly stripping your bed's comforter off your body, you jump out and slide on some slippers, swiftly padding toward your front door.

“y/n,” he greets slowly when you open the door, tired smile on his face. “ain’t you a sight for sore eyes.”

“alright sweet talker,” you huff, pulling his arm into the apartment which his feet follow stumbling inside. your head’s busy facing the floor so he can’t see the flush of your cheeks.

you really hadn’t expected aomine to be a childish and somewhat clingy drunk when you’d first met him, assuming he had an insane tolerance level but here he was, practically a puddle needing you to pull him to the couch and cover him in blankets.

it was early college when you saw him drunk the first time, tipsy aomine being a red faced, smiley man with a matching red solo cup in his hand. it was as if speaking to a stranger, you’d thought, taken aback by the stark change. and even while he remained giving those unprompted, lighthearted (since deep down, he truly cared) insults, his smile was never so wide; never so genuine: never so happy.

as years passed and you grew more accustomed to this state of aomine, comfort grew, too. thus, the playful flirts your way, bringing you to a flustered mess by the end of the night because although you were aware they were purely platonic, your heart (especially while you were intoxicated) was not.

“have you been drinking water?” you ask, pressing your cooler hand against his reddened cheeks.

shaking his head, he stumbles with you to your couch, collapsing on it and rolling on his side. “no.” he says, answer muffled by the pillow pressed to his cheek.

you sigh at that, clicking your tongue as you lightly flick him. you attempt to step away, in order to walk to the kitchen and bathroom to grab whatever he’d need as he rode out his eventual hangover but a hand grips your wrist stopping you.

“stay,” he grumbles, eyes closing as fatigue floods his body. he looks silly sprawled out on your couch, calfs to feet hanging off the arm rest of one end of it due to his tall stature. the other arm – the one that's not holding you – is beside him on the inside of the couch, no doubt going to go numb soon from its awkward position.

“aomine, you're gonna get a headache," you complain, tugging your wrist back. "and i don't wanna deal with your whining."

he ignores your statement, opening his eyes to glance at you thoughtfully. "why do you call me that?"

"hm?" you hum, lifting an eyebrow.

"my last name," he elaborates gruffly.

"well, i call you stupid, too, don't i?" you muse, amused smile curling your lips as his hand grip falters on your wrist when you move to brush some hair from his forehead. everything about your interactions seemed so sweet right now; so intimate. whether you acknowledged that or ignored it, it doesn't matter, your chest remains warm.

"besides that," he scoffs, eyes closing again. he's about two minutes away from passing out, you guess. "you never call me daiki."

"i'm used to calling you aomine," you reply simply with a shrug, well aware the man probably won't remember his fickle concerns regarding what you call him in the morning.

"y'should call me daiki. i call you y/n."

"you want me to call you daiki?"

"i want you to want to call me daiki."

you breathe out a laugh at that, still boggled by how different a man like aomine could be with a little liquor in him. "okay," you answer, flutters filling your stomach, "daiki."

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aokagasgf · 1 year

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Kise: hey Aominecchi have you seen Kagamicchi?

Aomine, grinning: every part of him.

Kise:

Kise: that’s not what I meant.

#What the hell daiki #dumbass #aokaga #daiki aomine #funny #taiga kagami #kuroko no basket #kise ryōta #kuroko’s basketball #incorrect kuroko no basket

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hey-cringelord · 1 year

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if i had to put into words my interpretation of aokise it would be very cringe and weird but thats bcus theyre cringe and weird. aomine reads porn mags and sleeps in his free time. kise spends his days in front of a camera and/or fighting off fangirls. theyre both maybe 15 or 16.

awkward teenage boys moving out of their junior high routines into a high school routine with new classmates new teammates new everything. they’re popular cus they’re good at basketball. realistically aomine is probly a loner cus hes brash and really only seeks out competition. he’s always got his fucking finger in his ear.

kise’s a big-shot, obviously, but thats what he gets for being pretty!! the ultimate all-rounder, literally. good at every sport, pretty in the face, model proportions with the blond hair to match. he’s just a guy on the court (which kasamatsu reminds us of none too gently when he nails kise in the back with a well-aimed kick)

its an ick to see them fanonised into some smooth talker, always smirking and sexy looking dudes. stop. i beg you. you see this face?

absolutely nothing sexy about that. he’s a gorgeous boy with pretty eyes and shaggy bangs (and a gay earring) and all i want to do when i see him is cradle his face and knead his cheeks like dough. maybe even kiss him between the eyebrows like a proud parent.

i have no pictures of aomine saved (a crime) but trust when i say that boy probly gets sooo awkward when someone compliments him. he’s always so tough, always so “the only one who can beat me is me”. he’d have no idea what to do. when’s the last time somebody complimented him? please love him.

this ventured away from aokise as a ship to aokise as their own individual characters, but my point still stands. them together would just be a cringey blushy mess cus theyre both young boys feeling out how relationships work and what they should and shouldnt say to each other. aomines idea of a date is probly basketball and burgers. kise would make him do face masks later cus “you sweat today and this ones really good for your skin. oh, look, it fits the shape of your face perfectly! don’t pout, aominecchi, you’re wrinkling it!!!!”

clears throat. anyway. i’m very passionate about them. Haha

#aokise #aomine daiki #kise ryouta #kurobas #kurokos basketball #knb #cringelord rambles

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long-manic-nights · 8 months

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Kise and Aomine are THAT famous power couple and everyone adore them because Daiki publicly refers to him as “Sunshine” or “Baby” and Ryouta tags himself as “Aominecchi’s boyfriend/husband” in all his tweets and Instagram posts.

#paparazzi love them #star sport player x model #this sh*t writes itself #they are so lovey dovey #aokise #aomine daiki #kise ryouta #knb #knb headcanon #knb headcanons #kuroko no basket

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hunterxmilo · 1 year

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Kise heard Kurokocchi, Kagamicchi and Aominecchi are planning to play a game of basketball so he’s bringing his golden basketball to make the game more dazzling! Now they can play 2V2!

#kise #Kise Ryouta #aomine daiki #aomine #aokise #kuroko tetsuya #kuroko #kagami taiga #kagakuro #knb #knb fanart #kuroko no basket #kuroko no basket fanart #knb babies #kuroko no basket babies #baby kise

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ryoutanseyelashes · 2 years

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[at a magazine interview before the IH]

interviewer: let’s see... *scans tablet* “his sunny disposition lights up my whole day”, “that angelic smile is warmer and brighter than the sun itself”... and many more comments involving the sun! kise-kun, it seems like many of our readers think of you as their sun! any thoughts on that?

kise: *chuckles warmly* i’m honored that they think so highly of me. i’m also quite the heliophile myself; sunny weather’s perfect for streetball, after all!

*both laugh*

kise: but... i’d say i’m actually more of a sunflower than a sun.

interviewer: a sunflower? might i ask why?

kise: mature sunflowers always face the east, don’t they? they seem like they’re always waiting for the arrival of the morning sun, even in the dead of night... i think there’s just something really beautiful about how their belief that the sun will rise again never wavers.

interviewer: oh! does it mean that there’s a certain sun that you’re patiently waiting for?

kise: ... you could say that. *smiles softly, eyes downcast*

i know we tend to liken kise to the sun (?) bUT AOMINECCHI IS TOTALLY KISE’S SUN NO ONE CAN CONVINCE ME OTHERWISE — and of course kise isn’t really just a sunflower passively waiting for the day when aominecchi would play basketball with a genuine smile again, he wants to beat aominecchi and rekindle that passion aomine used to harbor for basketball so bad — it’s never been explicitly stated but gdi you can’t tell me he doesn’t miss the old aominecchi, who would play one-on-one with him late into the night, as much as kurokocchi and momocchi does 😭

but in the end kagakuro beat him to it so welpppp

what i would give to see him square off against zone!aominecchi with his perfect copy (and maybe also zone) and win thooooo 😭

#aokise #aoki #kise ryouta #ryouta kise #kise #kuroko no basket #knb #kuroko no basuke #the basketball which kuroko plays #sun #sunflower #idk why this popped into my head #just felt the need to write this out #kuroko's basketball

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evelhak · 1 year

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Thanks @lylakoi. ✨ Honestly, I'm finding it is a good brain exercise to tell a story in less than a 100k words once in a while. 🙈 I was going to make it exactly 100 words but... It accidentally became 111 words the first round I was writing it, and that was such a coincidence I had to keep it. I'm sure you'll understand.

Here's some background music, if you like:

The rain didn’t mean anything that day. The pitter patter on the rooftop might have gone unnoticed, had the lights not gone out, stopping everyone in their tracks for a moment.

– Aominecchi! Bet you can’t shoot in the dark!

– Huh?? As if!

– Mine-chin, do you have a lighter?

– Why would I have a lighter??

– I bet Zaki-chin would have had a lighter.

– You kicked my lucky item!!

– Well don’t leave it lying around the gym floor!!

– Aah!! Tetsu-kun, you look like a ghost!!

The phantom sixth man’s face was lit from below like someone about to tell a ghost story.

– Akashi-kun left to assess the situation. His phone had a flashlight.

#knb #drabble #teiko #gom #Spotify

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vespersposts · 2 years

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Flawless

Hi lovelies💛,

the second issue of the 'Housewarming' series pays tribute to my Gemini king brother Ryota☀️, due to a kind request which I am happy to comply with (because i love you and you deserve all).

Don't tell Aominecchi, but how adorable is Kise? 😇💝

Not to mention how talented he is!

Is there anything he's not good at?

For this story I was inspired by a misadventure that happened to yours truly, which ended in a much less amusing way, alas! 🤦‍♀️

📮Comments, criticism, sharing and like are so appreciated!📮

Follow the #knbhousewarming or #housewarmingbyvesper to find all the entries, or just ask for a tag I'd be glad to add you.

Who's gonna be next? (🎎hint: He's charming, polite, a true prince. If it's the right one obvs).

Thanks to the lovely reader that Dm me to request it, hope you'll find it interesting.

Love always,

💋PS: If any of you amazing authors would like to contribute with original work to this series, that would be a dream for me. Please send me the link and tag me so I won't miss any stories, and use the #knbhousewarming , as the platform sometimes gets crazy.

💣PPS: I apologize in advance for any grammatical and/or spelling mistakes, English is not my first language (bear with me!).

➿Genre: fluff, slice of life, one shot.

🏡 Housewarming Masterlist🏡

Ota district, Tokyo.

Wednesday 2.10 p.m. (ET+13)

A sunny May afternoon.

Your life had changed, since he had moved into the small family-run apartment building complex you had always called home.

Your friends and acquaintances couldn't wait to plan evenings at your place, found any excuse to come and say hello at odd hours, and had become as affectionate as awkward, since that blond angel had taken up residence in the flat above yours.

After all, you and your ordinary life could never have had the same attractiveness as the dazzling light his name implies.

Ryota Kise was not only a nationally renowned athlete, but had been a famous model, until he had left droves of whimpering admirers at the announcement of his retirement from the scene, to focus on his aviation career.

How could anyone be so flawless?

Where was the blemish in that blaze of perfection?

Being self-loathing, you thought to yourself, until the evening of the condo meeting came, he showed up smiling and polite, bringing treats and delicious food for everyone, amiably talking to people and dispensing smiles and thanks for the warm welcome.

Needless to say, the jewelled ladies of your floor were already doting on him, feeling a lethal mix of maternal affection and adolescent crush, by which they were reporting you his every move in detail, especially those involving the female sex; perhaps forgetting that you could hear who was in the newcomer's house, just by sitting at the kitchen table for lunch.

In the six weeks leading up to that day, however, the idol of the building had led a particularly boring life, punctuated by intense work shifts and moderate physical activity, that allowed you to meet him casually in the building's lobby, and just as casually exchange small kindnesses and superficial remarks.

No romantic nights, no suspicious movements, as confirmed even by the ladies on the first floor. The only exception is that random Saturday a month, when his flat would turn into the den of basketball fanatics. Before your eyes parade a row of top-tier hunks, his friends, who just like him, were unaware of the jolt of lust they were giving the whole building.

On the other hand, your friends competed to guess on which Saturday that masculine display of wonder would appear, the jewelled ladies booked hairdressers and freshened up their most flamboyant outfits, so as not to be outdone.

And then there was you, who as ever, didn't know what to do.

"Are you stupid? Take those ten steps and ask them for sugar and offer him everything!" was the solution that was repeated to you over and over again, like the refrain of a bad summer song.

A song you didn't even know how to play.

Ryota sighed, because it always ended like this.

"Come on man, you know I only get 10 days off a month!" he snorted, because Daiki may have become an adult, but he still has the same urge to torment him, that he had in Teiko days. "What do you want in return? A dinner at Hatsune Sushi? A date with a hostess?" he huffs, trying to convince him to join for a one-on-one over the weekend.

He looked at the laundry basket and while listening to his pal's bitching, decided to throw some stuff in the washing machine. He adds the soap that slips out of his hands, but it doesn't matter, he likes his clothes soft and scented .

He pressed the start button and was ready to process that wacky request.

"WHAT? My flatmate neighbour? I know she's hella cute, but how am I supposed to introduce her to you, if she barely says hello to me?" he asks, catching his friend's cheeky laugh in response.

He gives in, because he's too tired to lose any more precious minutes of sleep, says goodbye to his mate, and heading for the bedroom, quickly undresses and throws himself in his underwear on his very soft bed, with its fresh crisp cotton sheets, cuddled by the warm light filtering through the window.

He sinks his face into the pillow and smiles, because Aominecchi is always the same jerk, but he has good taste, indeed. Too bad, you were such a difficult aim to achieve, even for small talking.

In those few chance encounters on the common stairs, you always declined his help, even when the shopping bags were obviously too heavy for you. Maybe it was your way of telling him to keep his distance, maybe you saw something in him that turned you off, maybe....

He huffs and turns on his back.

He looks up at the ceiling, at the light grey wall and at his cacti collection, waving happily at him from their sunny shelf by the window, and he begins to wonder.

He wonders if you like cacti.

He wonders what type you are, actually.

All he knew was that he was incredibly attracted to you, to that slightly wistful air, and to your gracefulness in moving your little body. He loved to watch the sway of your hips, as he followed you up the stairs, but somehow he felt he needed to know more, much more about you.

What you like to sing in the shower, what you like to talk about, if you would like to sleep in someone's arms, because he would like to be that someone so badly.

You are physically under his feet and yet he is the one who feels crushed.

And now Daiki comes along with his teasing demand.

He closes his eyes and tells himself that he will find a solution later, because now he's really too drowsy, and the sound of the washing machine in the background, with its monotonous rhythm, takes him to dreamland.

You take a sip of coffee, you're drinking it down because you don't feel like going back to those damn accounting sheets. Columns of numbers, fees for which your clients will complain and you will obviously have to put on a good face.

But there is something else that bothers you.

A background noise, low but constant, like a ticking clock that loses its rhythm, a noise that you have never heard before, and that probably doesn't even exist.

You get up and go to the bathroom to freshen up your face, you look in the mirror and from the reflected image you see that something is wrong. From the ceiling a large damp cloud is causing a trickle of water to drip down the wall, which has already become a puddle on the floor tiles. You close your eyes, rub them with your hand and open them again, because it might be all a fantasy, but unfortunately the image does not change. You rush out of the bathroom, out of your apartment, run up the stairs and ring his doorbell, but no one answers.

You knock hard against the dark wood until your knuckles ache, and after a few seconds the door opens and you find yourself in front of the most handsome man you have ever seen, dressed only in his underwear, with an expression resulting from a deep sleep that has been interrupted by your urgency.

"What's going on?" he tells you in a semi aware state, dragging out the words, his voice hoarse from sleep sends your imagination into overdrive. You look straight at his fuzzy, sultry, deep eyes trying to ignore his broad shoulders, his perfect collarbones, his sculpted pectorals from which, like a road to paradise, the gaze is taken to his tight abdomen. He’s wrinkling his hair and then brings the same hand to his sculpted tummy casually, as snaps you a puzzled look, while with the other hand he opens fully the front door, in a silent invitation to enter.

"The bathroom " you stammer, blushing wildly as he turns his delicious back , showing you his whole powerful frame . You follow him inside that house full of light and plants, where the dark tones of the rough wood match the light grey tones of the walls and the touches of green of the foliage.

"Sure, you can use the bathroom " he smiles at you, oblivious to the fact that he is half naked and you are dressed in a pair of ridiculous house shorts and a T-shirt full of stars and hearts, that you yourself painted in junior high.

"I don't have to use it, but..." you try not to choke, thanking your lucky stars when you see him retrieve a white T-shirt from a chaise longue in the room he led you to, and put it on by sliding it elegantly over his shoulders.

"I don't think I understand " he tells you, shifting his attention to the most significant detail of the bathroom.

Foam, lots of foam.

A sea of foam and water everywhere, now that all the warning lights of the washing machine are on and flashing like bat-signals in the eternal night of Gotham City.

"Geez, now I see!" he continues, walking past you and recommend to move to his bedroom, worried that you might get wet and dirty. All done with that wonderful smile of his, which immediately puts you at ease and makes you catch the funniest part of that paradoxical situation. He stands tall and handsome, studying what needs to be done, biting his lower lip, not looking particularly worried or concerned.

"I can fly a plane but apparently I can't do laundry!" he mocks himself, beckoning you to the threshold of the room.

"All that perfection was just too much" you agree, smiling sweetly at him, and when he looks at you with his golden eyes, you feel that your heart is unlikely to belong to you again any soon.

He laughs, laughs like a child, as he dips his feet into that disaster and retrieves all the towels he has from the bathroom wardrobe, reaching towards the appliance and almost losing his balance, so much so, that you rush to his rescue, preventing him from a hard fall.

You find yourself huddled in the middle of that disaster, unsteady on your own feet, indifferent to the fact that someone should turn off that monster that keeps on regurgitating foam. It's just too bad that you start to like that situation, perhaps because pressed against him, with his strong arms around your waist, his snow-white skin and his eyes in yours, Ryota becomes more and more attractive.

"There's only one bright side to this whole thing " he informs you softly, bringing his long fingers to the nape of your neck to play slowly with your hair.

"That our baths will smell of Marseille soap for eternity?" you try to downplay, but he has such a tender expression on his face that you can't help but tremble, as he brings you closer to him, to confide a secret in your ear.

"You can't run away. This time I'm gonna get your attention, finally!" he whispers, leaving a kiss on your temple and then reaching out to do the same on your face, closing his soft and warm lips on yours.

In the midst of a sea of foam and water, lulled by the red lights of the washing machine's warning lights, you had never been so grateful that this blond angel , who had taken up residence in the flat above yours and had in a short time become the idol of the entire building, wasn’t flawless at all.

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sociieties · 1 year

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he blinks once, twice / what feels like one hundred times, and he is so sick of aomine. why is he like this? why are they friends? sometimes kise can't believe that he actually looked up to — still does, sometimes ( not as much anymore, though ) — this guy.

" do you ever think before you speak, aominecchi? " really, kise wonders this from the deepest depths of his heart. if momoi had heard him say that, kise's sure that she'd bounce a pillow off of his head. maybe she'd chase him around with a knife. lucky aomine, it's just the two of them and kise doesn't feel so compelled to do momoi's job for him. besides, he knows when that guy's spouting bullshit. / @daichansux

#kise ryota // ic #daichansux #i actually had to dig this up out of my drafts for when u come back xoxo

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summer-nights19 · 7 months

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I sleep off to the thought of having a threesome with aomine and kiss, what about you?

What a beautiful thought, anon. I liked this idea so much that I couldn't resist writing about it.

cw: Not beta read, NSFW obviously, poly gn reader

You're lying down in a bed that isn't your own as Aomine and Kise take turns pounding into you. You've locked the door, but you can still hear the background noises of music and laughter from the party downstairs. You have no idea who the host for the party is (Momoi said something about a friend of hers ?), but when you'd seen Aomine and Kise make their entrance in the living room clad in tight, navy blue suits you just couldn't help allowing your mind to wonder and your heart to race. As soon as they saw you, they both smirked, practically undressing you with their eyes, and Aomine slung you over his shoulder as Kise led you both to the upstairs floor. Warmth pooled in between your legs as you anticipated what was about to happen whilst taking in the musky scent of Aomine's cologne. AS soon as you'd entered the room, Aomine had practically ripped your clothes off.

"Daiki, I liked tha-"

"Your fault for wearing it then. I'll buy you a new one", he'd retorted as soon as you opened your mouth, before pushing you on the bed and beginning to kiss your thighs, leaving small bites and hickeys as he trailed his way up. When he got to between your legs, he pinned your wrists above your head and started to tease you with his long tongue, edging you in a way that was driving you insane. In the meantime, Kise had also gotten undressed, his abs less prominent than Aomine's but still well defined. He licked his lips as he looked at your body under Aomine's, letting his hands run down your sides. It had only been a few minutes, and your legs had already started to give way as you melted into a shaking puddle of euphoria onto the bed. Aomine was a controlling man- he took what he wanted, and you were always more than happy to give it to him. You scratched his back, moaning loudly as his pace grew faster and rougher, his tip hitting that spot that made you see stars.

Aomine finished shortly after you, pulling out just in time and cumming all over your thighs. To him, you looked irresistible like that, covered in his bite marks and seed as you looked at him with needy expression, your eyes half lidded. Just as he was about to go in for round two, KIse shoved him to one side gently.

"Now Aominecchi, remember what we said. They're not just yours,"

Grunting and giving you one last rough kiss, Aomine moved to the side as Kise entwined his limbs with your own and entered you. HIs thrusts were slower and deeper than Aomine's, but he still hit all the right spots, and soon your mind had become completely empty of anything aside from the pure pleasure of having him inside you. You babbled incoherently, begging him to go faster as you felt your climax reaching. Right after you came, he pulled out

"Get on your hands and knees, baby,". You obeyed without hesitation, managing not to fall over despite how much your legs were shaking. Kise traced his fingers along your lips and parted them gently, before shoving his dick in your mouth. You sucked him off lazily, your tongue twirling around his cock as he moved your head backwards and forwards with his long fingers. Soon, your mouth your mouth was filled with a warm and slightly salty liquid.

"Swallow it,"

You swallowed

Kise smirked at your practically blind obedience.

"What a good little cockslut we have, huh, Aominecchi ?"

Aomine joined the two of you on the bed, his fingers trailing slowly from the crook of your shoulder to your chest. He moved his head close to your ear and began to whisper teasingly

"Look at you, sweetheart. There isn't a single thought left in your head. After tonight, my name will be the only thing you'll be able to think about. It's the only thing you'll ever need to think about"

As he continued twisting your nipples in his calloused fingers, he bit your ear gently and started to leave more hickeys down your neck. You'd need a scarf to cover those tomorrow. Out of the corner of your eye, you witnessed Kise trying to get closer by pushing Aomine off. The latter reacted by shoving him away and glaring.

"So, what do you say babe ? Up for round two ? I hate the thought of you going home still smelling like Kise,"

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juicyicepack · 3 years

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MAY I FUCKING PRESENT TO YOU, KAGAMI IN LEATHER JACKET YOU'RE FUCKING WELCOME

#kagami taiga #kuroko no basket #kuroko's basketball #knb kuroko #knb kise #kise ryouta #aomine daiki #kuroko no basket midorima #akashi seijuro #knb murasakibara #aominecchi #kuroko tetsuya #tetsuya kuroko #atsushi murasakibara #kise ryota #midorima shintarou #knb kagami #generation of miracles

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lazydork0507 · 2 years

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💙💛💙💛💙

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ryoutanseyelashes · 2 years

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okay so i finally got replace I & II a while back (they were the only ones i was missing lmao)

i flipped to the character intro page for each book and found these pictures of kise:

(left: I; right: II)

my first reaction was easily “damn out of all the pictures they could’ve chosen why did they pick these two???” because isn’t this expressionless person sporting such an empty, apathetic gaze who kise used to be, way back before his really shoujo manga-ish fateful meeting with aomine????? i was like “couldn’t they have chosen a better picture?” and out of curiosity, decided to check his pictures in replace III-VI (which i haven’t read in like 5 years 🗿)

this was his picture in III:

while he’s not smiling, his gaze is definitely not empty when compared to the pictures above. 🥺

and next we have IV-XI:

(left: IV; right: V-VI)

IV is just *uwu intensifies* *cuteness overload* *explodes in sheer bliss*

anyway, that bright, genuine smile in IV is exactly the one that made me love him so much in the first place 🥺🥺🥺 try looking at the first two pictures again; is anyone else a hard time wrapping your head around how they’re literally the same guy? 🥺🥺🥺

in that picture on the right, he’s not smiling as brightly, but he’s still smiling nonetheless — he went from always having this cold, indifferent expression to greeting everyone with a smile 🥺

now, i really don’t know if this was done on purpose, but somehow this change in picture choice managed to show how kise changed from someone who had no goal in life and was always a loner (yes, he had fans, but they were only drawn to his looks, and he was always shown to be alone during lunch and after school) before joining the team, to eventually falling in love with basketball and aominecchi, having real friends, and discovering new goals, as well as becoming someone who always smiles brightly from the heart in the presence of his friends and doesn’t face people with that cold exterior anymore (except for people he dislikes lol) 🥺🥺🥺

aaaaaaaa i just want to say that the ball that hit him at the back of his head is the best shot aomine made in the whole series — even better than those cool ass formless shots!!!!!!!!! 🥺🥺🥺 he definitely chucked it at the back of kise’s head on purpose i remember someone explaining it with physics

#kise ryouta #ryouta kise #kise #kuroko no basket #kuroko no basuke #kuroko's basketball #the basketball which kuroko plays #knb

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