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morosis-haze · 9 months

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𝐂𝐚𝐭𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦 𝐨𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐢𝐠 𝐩𝐚𝐠𝐞

Ft. Aomine,Kagami,Kise x fem!reader | Pre-established relationship

Warning: Swearing

𝐀𝐨𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐞 𝐃𝐚𝐢𝐤𝐢

❒ Would’ve thought he found his magazines digitally with the way he was staring at his phone

❒ Someone is trying to talk to him and his ass not even making eye contact just staring at his phone

❒ Like damn can you act like you care?

❒ The person starts to get annoyed and walks off just as you walk into the room now wondering what your boyfriend did now to piss someone off

❒ Aomine didn’t even look up from his phone not paying attention to his surroundings

❒ You of course now curious about what has your boyfriend’s attention have the need to figure out what has him so engaged in his phone

❒ You walk up getting behind where he was sitting and look at his phone… just to see your instagram page

❒ “You know you could stare at the real deal when she’s right beside you, right?”

❒ He flips his phone to face down as if now he couldn’t get caught

❒ He looked embarrassed judging by the wide-eyed expression from noticing him

❒ Aomine tries to recollect himself rolling his eyes and acting unbothered “I don’t know what you're on about” he grunts

❒ “Don’t play stupid in my face. If you miss me just say that”

❒ “I was waiting for you since you wanna be late” Getting up, he rolls his eyes, wrapping his arm around your waist “Let’s just go”

𝐊𝐚𝐠𝐚𝐦𝐢 𝐓𝐚𝐢𝐠𝐚

❒Kagami and you were laying in bed it was another one of those chill days

❒ The fan was on, another rewatch of your favorite tv show started, and conversation was held between you two

❒ You both start to go into comfortable silence not really paying attention to the tv, starting to go on your phones

❒ After a while you're about to get up and grab snacks for you two

❒ When you turn to look over at him to ask what he wants you see his phone open on your instagram page

❒ He’s over here scrolling through lingering on the photos for a while

❒ “Hmm you think she’s pretty?”

❒ He gets all embarrassed not knowing what he should say after getting caught

❒ You laugh at his reaction and he groans “Why are you like this?”

❒ “Beautiful? I don’t know maybe so my boyfriend could just stare at any photo of me”

❒ “Yeah guess so since my girlfriend is really pretty” he mutters

𝐊𝐢𝐬𝐞 𝐑𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐭𝐚

❒ Who is he to not wanna fawn over his pretty girlfriend

❒ He was always one to be complimenting and hyping you up like no other

❒ He always wanna see his girl so that lead him to be on your ig page

❒ First, it’s just looking at your more recent post then it’s going past photos before y’all were even dating

❒ Next thing he knows he liked an old photo

❒ He has the most dramatic reaction

❒ Being mad loud got his teammates looking at him sideways

❒ It’s a gasp, scream, then whining and falling all over the place holding his head

❒ Literally is doing the absolute most like you could’ve just quickly unliked the photo… which he didn’t do

❒ Meaning you had the time to see the notification and you of course checked what he liked because you didn’t even post something today

❒ Once you see it was something old you just know you had to tease him once you saw him

❒ You went to go meet up with him like you usually did when it came to the end of the school day

❒ You already see from a distance your boyfriend’s dramatic actions and his team staring at him with deadpan expressions

❒ You wave to his team and they seem slightly relieved seeing you get your boyfriend

❒ "Ryu what are you doing? You plan on joining theater?"

❒ He straightens up putting on the suave act

❒ Smile on his face looking at you as if nothing just happened

❒ "A few have wished to see my face on theater but y'know it's just not for me"

❒"Yeah I'm sure they ask just cause of your face... anyways what's up with the stalking?"

❒He freezes staring blankly at you "You know?"

❒ When you show him the notification he can only whine more before getting a sudden burst of energy now claiming he can't be embarrassed for liking his girlfriend's pictures

𝐀/𝐍: @katsumiiii your man is in here

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chrollohearttags · 1 year

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we all know aomine is mean as fuck but he’s definitely ‘make you masturbate in front of him while he strokes his dick..refusing to give you any until you recite every filthy thing you want him to do to you; otherwise, you’re forced to fuck your fingers and you better not come until he says so’ mean.

“Please, Mine..fuck me. I need it.”

“No, not until you tell me how bad you want it. What was that part about creaming all over my dick again? C’mon, say it..”’

#cherry’s drabbles🍒#daiki aomine #aomine smut #aomine x black reader #aomine daiki #knb aomine #kuroko no basket aomine #black reader #aomine drabble #knb x black reader #i need to be spayed #this is getting ridiculous #black fem reader #aomine x reader #aomine knb #aomine imagine #aomine daiki x black reader #aomine daiki x reader

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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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latte-moo · 1 year

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Perfect Imitation

Pairing: Kise Ryota

Genre: Short Smut

Word Count: 791

Content: Fingering, dom Kise, sub reader, pet names(Pretty, Gorgeous,Beautiful), multiple orgasm, overstimulation, All characters are of age please don’t interact if uncomfortable!!!

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It’s common knowledge, for most of his opponents, that upon seeing anything just a few times, Kise can perfectly imitate their moves; using them at his disposer and even making them his own. Though at first, you only thought that this gift applied to plays in basketball, you realized pretty quickly that this skill carried on into aspects of his life: the most rewarding, being bedroom.

“Show me just one more time Pretty.” Kise asked, watching as your face contorted into expressions of dazed embarrassment. Though you were pretty sure that he had already gotten the hang of how you liked to be touched, you obliged to his embarrassing wishes anyways. Paying mind to his hungry gaze, as you stared up at him through hazy and fucked out eyes; making you want to mentally and physically curl into yourself.

Just the thought alone of you being splayed out for him,fingers thrusting deeply into your creamy folds, while he eagerly breaths in the scent of your desire, as you moan and whine out like a bitch in heat,was enough to bring about another toe curling orgasm: and so it did. Picking up the pace of your thrusts while biting back a loud moan, Kise eagerly licked his lips, watching in awe as your body slightly convulsed and bucked; an intoxicating view that only his eyes alone would see. “Could you get any Prettier?” he whispered, eyes glazed over, as he gently caressed your now sore thighs, before bending down to place a sloppy and strictly filled with want, kiss onto your lips. “W-was that good enough for you…do you g-get it now?” you asked, catching your breath as you laid out on his bed, overstimulated and slightly humiliated.

“If I’m being perfectly honest Gorgeous, I picked up on it the first time around, but watching you play with that sweet pussy of yours, was a sight that needed a few replays.” Kise said, lowly chuckling to himself as your face heated up in dark hues red. “You’re just too sexy for your own good.” He explained, kneading the inner part of your thighs. Luckily for him, Kise picked the best time to mess with you, cause if you had any ounce of energy left, you were sure to have slapped that devious ass grin off his handsome face. Though, overstimulating you wasn't just for a sadistic joke of his, he had certain ulterior motives for doing so. “Now stop with your pouting, and let me have a go with you Pretty.” Kise urged, bringing the playful vibe down a bit.

Immediately after getting your verbal consent, Kise paid a good bit of attention to your already puffy clit. Rubbing slow sensual circles on it, Kise smirked hearing your voice softly and needingly whined out to him. Nevertheless he wasn’t satisfied with just soft whines and moans, he needed for you to be begging to cum from his touch. Amping up the pleasure, Kise Inserted two fingers into your jelly like folds; though it was a tight fit, being that his fingers were much bigger than yours,the guttural moans that he received from his continuously slow thrusts and finger curls were like music to his ears. “Fuck, my pretty little slut sounds so fucking good right now, please moan for me some more Beautiful.” Kise groaned, watching as your eyes lulled to the back of your head.

Speeding up his pace, he then attacked your neck with soft kisses and dark hickies, claiming you as his, wantonly whining and moaning underneath him. “I’m gonna c-cum.” You managed to moan between catching your breath and overwhelming sensations of pleasure. “No, wait a bit longer.” Kise demanded, a primal urge coming over him as he watched your pussy grip onto his fingers, with zero intent to let them go; and on top of that, the pool of arousal that had started to stain his bed sheet was starting to cloud his better judgment. Finger fucking your puffy and abused pussy much rougher, Kise watched as you unintentionally came undone for him:squirting all over his lower half and bedsheet, legs shaking and you endlessly apologized, in between soft whines and hitched breathing.

Though he didn’t blame you for suddenly cumming without his permission, he found it rather amusing, seeing you apologizing and begging to not be punished; and of course cutting you some slack, Kise went off to the bathroom in search of a towel to clean you up. Now laying in a bed of your own arousal, embarrassment, as well as total bliss, you were fully aware that you could never replicate the feeling of pleasure that Kise offered you. “Damn, that had to be more than just a perfect imitation.”

#anime #oneshot #smut #knb kise #fem reader #black reader #knb smut #kise ryouta #kise ryota x reader #sports anime #Kise smut #Kise x reader smut #kuroko no basket #basketballanime

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lilmashae · 10 months

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couldn't fully commit to the nsfw aspect of this post, still, enjoy <3

playboy!aomine who's known around your college campus for being extremely flirtatious.

playboy!aomine who has so many beautiful girls practically throwing themselves at him (which he loves), but they just aren't you.

playboy!aomine who seemed to give you just a little bit more attention than other girls when he did get to see you, maybe because you're the only one who wouldn't call him back.

playboy!aomine who gets jealous seeing you talk and laugh with wakamatsu, even though he knows he has no right; considering you two only slept together once.

playboy!aomine who will do whatever it takes to make you pay attention to him. it's been getting harder for you to find a date; or at-least some guy to screw around with, and that's because aomine's been cock-blocking you with all his strength :(

playboy!aomine who's fisting his dick, wishing it was your tight cunt he was stretching out. playboy!aomine who picks up his phone in efforts to hear your sweet voice mail; "hey, it's y/n. can't talk right now, call again later--" but is instead met with your actual voice, "what is it, aomine?"

playboy!aomine who almost jumps out of skin when he hears the knocking on his door

a/n i'm not really good at writing nsfw but i'll possibly include some later!

#knb x reader #kuroko's basketball #knb aomine #aomine x reader #fem!reader #fanfiction #lil-ma-shae #anime #aomine daiki #smut?#knb x y/n #playboy!aomine #knb headcanons #aomine headcanons #x reader

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veroniquesboutique · 4 months

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Kinkuary Day 30 - Edgeplay / Edging

For Kinkuary day 30!

Daiki Aomine x AFAB!Reader

Content warnings: AFAB!reader, female reader, edging/edgeplay, mutual masturbation, pillow humping, voyeurism, exhibitionism, pet name (darling, baby, babe), he doesn't cum, edging the reader, softdom!Aomine kinda

18+ Minors DNI!

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“You want me to do what?” You ask, nearly incredulous, as you place your shoes next to the door, your keys in the dish, and your big winter coat on the hook. Your boyfriend, Daiki Aomine, stares back at you from the kitchen with sandwich in hand.

"I said I want to watch you masturbate,” He says around another bite of sandwich, like it’s as easy as asking how your day was or what you wanted to watch on TV this evening.

“Well, the first way you said it was way more horny,” You suck your teeth and flutter into your shared apartment and start flipping through the mail sitting on the counter across from him, “Also, I just walked in the door. Whatever happened to hi? Maybe a hello? And as for your request, no absolutely not. Denied.” You don’t even spare him a side glance.

“Why?” He licks a drip of oil off the back of his hand, refusing to take his eyes off of your face, studying the blush that is creeping into your skin.

“Because that’s embarrassing,” You scoff, squinting at the return address on one of the envelopes.

“I heard you last night when I came home late.”

Now you look up at him, meeting his challenging gaze, and your blush just gets worse. “Why didn’t you come in then?”

“You sounded like you were enjoying being alone,” He mutters in a playful tone, his eyebrows climbing his forehead and his eyes finally breaking away from yours.

“I would’ve had more fun with you.”

“I want to see what you do in your natural habitat. Maybe I’ll pick up a few pointers or something,” He’s changed his tactic, seemingly mostly uninterested as he starts to wash his plate in the sink.

“Well, unfortunately for you, you can’t because-” You cut yourself off as it dawns on you that you’re not sure you want to share this information with him. It’s way too embarrassing to admit to him out loud; he teases you over such small things already, so why give him any more ammunition? You try to shrug at him, but now you can feel his eyes burning a hole into the side of your head. You’ve given him a taste of interesting information, and now he won’t leave you alone until you tell him what you were going to say.

He hates secrets.

“Darling, what was that?” He asks, trying to add a sweetness to his tone, but it feels fake, an aspartame aftertaste in your throat as you steep in your embarrassment.

“Nothing. You just can’t. It’s not the same.”

“You were going to say something,” He says, coming out of the kitchen and approaching you slowly, his arms crossed across his chest as he studies your body, shrinking away from him.

“Just that. Nothing else.”

“Because why?” He leans into your space, now uncomfortably close and pushing you gently into the counter, an eyebrow quirked at you. He’s flustering you, and you feel the edge of the counter pushing into your back as you try to give yourself space to breathe, but soon both of his hands come down onto the counter, trapping you in his space. He smiles down at you.

“Just because,” You squeak, eyes wide, and you press your hand to his chest to try to give yourself space.

“Darling, please tell me,” His voice is low, and he knows just the switch to flip to melt you and fluster you and mix you up and overwhelm you and get you to tell him things.

“I exclusively use pillows, okay!” You admit, your body red and hot with embarrassment. He squints, trying to process your confession, before understanding melts his face into a teasing, intrigued smirk.

“Even better,” He says, his voice still low, before he closes the distance between you two, the kiss one of the softest he’s ever placed on your lips, and it tastes like convincing you to try something new.

So that’s how you find yourself standing in just your panties in the middle of your room, staring at Daiki sitting across from you on the long edge of the bed, leaning against the wall with his feet planted firmly on the mattress, still fully clothed, and a single pillow sitting between you two.

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neptunesopening · 8 months

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𝐊𝐚𝐠𝐚𝐦𝐢 𝐚𝐬 𝐚 𝐛𝐨𝐲𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝

summary: taiga kagami as a bf obvi

warning: fem reader

you both go to seirin and you became the manager

when he saw you, he automatically thought you were beautiful and the way you helped everyone out made him slowly fall for you

when you asked him out he blushed so hard and became so flustered when you kissed him

loves to cook for you and will at any opportunity, will be so happy if you know how to cook and want to cook with him

loves to play you in basketball, even if he’ll beat you he still wants to bond with you like this

loves to give or receive forehead kisses

loves to lay his head on your chest

he would match or color coordinate outfits with you, loves streetwear so he’ll wear hoodies and cargos etc

loves 90s - 2000s movies and music, his favorite movie is coach carter he’s rewatched it 25 times

loves hearing you read to him

is a hopeless romantic and does that noodle thing where you take one end

loves dates in nature like picnics or carnivals or just you two just enjoying each others presence

a/n - stopped writing cause i ran out of headcanons 😞

#kagami taiga #kurokos basketball #knb x reader #taiga kagami x reader #knb x you #knb x black reader #x black fem reader #x black reader #knb x black fem reader

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aoyeissleepdeprived · 3 months

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Lazy asf colouring n all 😔 but anywys I'm still very much into fem!kuroko.

#female kuroko tetsuya #fem!kuroko #female kuroko #kuroko no basquet #kuroko no basuke #genderbend #fanart #inactive frr #knb kuroko #knb #obession

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wannabe-cartoonist-blog · 6 months

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i'm not gonna teach your boyfriend how to ball with you

i've been meaning to draw kagami interacting with a gom in the genderbent!gom au and i'm on an aokuro kick rn so here we go.

#aokuro #kagakuro #aokagakuro #kagami taiga #aomine daiki #kuroko tetsuya #kuroko no basket #fem aomine #fem kuroko #kuroko's basketball #genderswap #my art #wannabeartw0w

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officialparentofadrien · 1 year

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𝐊𝐢𝐲𝐨𝐬𝐡𝐢 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚 𝐜𝐫𝐮𝐬𝐡 𝐨𝐧 𝐚𝐧 𝐚𝐰𝐤𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐝 𝐠𝐢𝐫𝐥

This is completely self-indulgent and something I pulled out of my ass in the shower. Pairing: Kiyoshi Teppei x Fem Reader, hints of HyuRiko Warnings: A few curses maybe Genre: Fluff

You and Kiyoshi are in separate classes. How does he know you? You accidentally ran into him LITERALLY during a school festival in your first year at Seirin High.

He was on his way to meet with the rest of the team. Kiyoshi walked down the halls and when he turned the corner, a figure bumped into him. While he was fine, unscathed even, the other person fell unto their ass on the floor.

His face turned into that of concern when he saw you, on the floor, "Oh no, my bad... Are you okay?" He asked, reaching his hand out to you.

You, my dear, are as awkward as a cabbage. But that's okay because it's not like it's awkward. You were in a hurry as you were needed at your club's booth and you were running late. Leading you to this situation. "I...I'm so sorry I should have been more mindful," You said, accepting his hand as he helped pull you to your feet. "It's okay. No biggie! As long as you aren't hurt." He said, smiling at you.

After that, you pretty much never interacted with each other. But oh boy, was Kiyoshi enthralled by you. He unknowingly started to be drawn to your figure whenever he would catch a glimpse of you. At the cafeteria, down the halls, at the school gates, etc.

Before he knew it, he started to develop a crush on you. He realized this after he started to unknowingly search for you whenever he was among a large crowd. He found you quite adorable actually. He tried multiple times to approach you but things kept getting in the way. Someone or something would always call him somewhere before he could even get halfway towards you.

But he sort of knew that you probably aren't interested in him. But boy, oh boy, how wrong he was. You always remembered him and still felt bad about bumping into him. You thought about making it up to him but didn't know how to approach him. Your mind was so occupied by thoughts of him that you didn't realize you developed a crush on him. One school year passed, and none of you still had the guts to approach each other and talk. Kiyoshi decided to take matters into his own hands, 3 months after they won the Winter Cup on Valentine's Day. He navigated through crowds of students, some confessing in their love to someone on the sides of the hallway and some just want to get home. He finally spotted your figure by the locker, putting your books inside. You, on the other hand, are very tired. You wanted to go home, take a nap and after dinner, do your homework and sleep again. You closed your locker shut before flinching when you see Kiyoshi's much larger figure standing in front of you while holding out a single but beautiful rose. You were kinda surprised that you didn't notice his shadow.

"Hi," Kiyoshi greeted you, all with that sweet smile on his face. You were puzzled. Was he talking to you? Your face morphed into that of confusion as you stared up at him. There's no way right? The rose must probably be for someone behind you. You're probably blocking the way. You turned to look behind you, beside you, then back to him. "Are you...Are you talking to me?" You asked, uncertain. Kiyoshi extended the rose in your direction to prove his point, "Yes. This is for you,"

Oh...It is for you. You hesitantly took the rose from him, mumbling a small and quiet thank you and felt all the heat rush up to your face. "And I wanted to ask you something too," He continued. Your attention flicked back to him as you saw tinges of pink on his face as he reached to rub his nape. "I was wondering if you would like to go on a date with me.."

Your eyes lit up as you nodded, "Yes. I'd love that." A smile was evident on your face.

He walked you home that day as he practically melted all the awkwardness you felt and the conversation you two had was so free-flowing, you walked slowly so that it would last longer. Bonus: The captain raised his fist in victory, "Finally that idiot asked her out!" "You should probably follow in his footsteps and ask coach out too." "SHUT UP IZUKI"

𝑴𝒂𝒊𝒏 𝑴𝒂𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒍𝒊𝒔𝒕

𝑲𝑵𝑩 𝑴𝒂𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒍𝒊𝒔𝒕

#knb #kuroko no basket #kiyoshi teppei #kiyoshi teppei x reader #kiyoshi teppei x fem reader #knb fluff #knb x reader #knb scenarios #seirin x reader

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kirisaki-daichi-scenarios · 1 year

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haizaki shougo is in the sticks

for @paintoreos who requested “could you write some fluff for Hanamiya/Haizaki of them being kissed by their s/o for the first time?? 🙏❤️” and @dust-of-fandoms who requested “I have been in a Haizaki mood for a couple of days now, would he be too annoying to write fluff for? I feel like the fluffy part of a relationship with him comes after he gets over himself and starts treating his partner better.” hope this works for you both!

engawas are like japanese architecture’s equivalent of a porch. haizaki’s aged up to 20 in this so i’m not promoting minors drinking. i'm not advising that adults drink either. haizaki is permanently bad role model.

Sat alone on the engawa, Haizaki takes another swig of beer and stares out across the sticky summer dusk, dimming fields stuffed with rice flowers and mosquitos. Excluding the crickets, he hears nothing but his own breath and the sloshing of the sip of beer in the can.

When she said her family was from the sticks, she really meant it.

It’s no place for a city boy like Haizaki. He misses the sound of anything and everything, police sirens to the neighbours’ arguments. Even thinking about the sound of the nursery kids screaming down the road is making him feel homesick. The sound of people and the sound of conflict: he’s only just realised that it’s been with him since he was born.

At last, he hears footsteps behind him and the thump of a girl coming to sit down beside him.

“You took your time,” Haizaki remarks, moving over for her.

She hands him another beer and opens her own. “Don’t tell me you were scared without me?”

“Scared? Of what - the crickets?”

“Bears. Ghosts. Serial killers.”

“Very funny.”

“I’m not kidding,” and she points towards a couple dwellings in the distance, her nightgown sleeve slipping down towards her elbow. “When my parents were born, the guy who lived over there would have been on his third murder. It took another two deaths before the police found him, and they still haven’t found all the bodies. They say the lead investigator only figured it out when he realised how well the guy’s crops were growing. And, you know what the creepy part is? He’s been in prison for decades now but the crops still grow better than everyone else’s.”

“Yeah, well I’m not scared of him. Hell, if he ever got out and tried something, I’d-“

In the darkness, a meow. Haizaki squeaks with surprise and she bursts into giggles as the culprit, her mother’s aged tabby, trots over towards them.

“Says he’s not scared of a serial killer but can’t even face a cat without bursting into tears.”

“Oi, he just caught me by surprise,” he replies gruffly, looking away. “I’d take him in a fight too. Dumb fucking cat.”

She’s still giggling, “what are going you going to do, Mr Big Bad Haizaki? Challenge him to a duel, 1v1 him, organise a boxing match with a cat?”

“You don’t get it. He disrespected me. Disrespected me,” he repeats, stressing each syllable, focused on trying to keep his tone sounding serious, to keep her laughing as long as possible. “As a man, I can’t let this slide.”

The cat is now swatting at mosquitos, rolled over onto his back.

“He doesn’t think you’re a worthy enough opponent. You’ll have to fight the mosquitos before you have the right to challenge him.” She takes a sip of beer and glances at the tens of mosquito bites littering Haizaki’s arms and legs. “And I don’t think you’ll win against them anytime soon.”

“Man, was this why you invited me here? Just to mock me?”

“Yeah, pretty much.”

“And here I thought it was because a cute chick liked me.” Haizaki reaches out to the cat and lets him swipe at the man’s hands “You hear that? I’ve become a laughing stock.”

“No, you weren’t wrong about the cute chick liking you,” she says, and turns her head, and her lips make gentle contact with Haizaki’s cheek.

No one says anything. Haizaki’s heart is going a mile a minute, even though logically he knows it’s just a kiss, really just a peck on the cheek, something that a guy who’s been in as many half-hearted hookups as he has should have long been desensitised to. Yet the intimacy of it panics him, has him blushing like a kid, has him thinking twenty years ahead to days of sitting on this engawa together, maybe with more cats, maybe even with kids, and holding her hand, and watching the sunset, and realising that the feeling of her presence, and shoulder brushing his, will always be far more comforting than any city sounds.

He’s thinking, what the fuck is wrong with you Haizaki Shougo?

And he’s mumbling, because love is still too big and intimidating a concept to profess,

“Do that again.”

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starfoundnight · 1 year

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Promise to never leave me

Taiga kagami x Chubby Fem!Reader

Its fluff but he call you "fat ass" but read it to get it ig. Im a lazy writer I write for my own enjoyment.

"Lets get out of here, Im so hungry" Taiga groans about how hard training was and how hard his coach was on all of them but especially on him. "Well...Wanna go to a sushi restraunt? Its my shout for you hard work!" He sees a small convinence store and points to it "Lets go there instead so we can sit at a park and feel the cool breeze. Im too hot to be sitting inside a restraunt."

"Hmmm...Okay" You grab his hand and walks towards the convinence store and he dosen't move at all. "Coach said...I should be carrying around weight to strengthen myself...So.." "Well what are you trying to say?" "Can I carry you on my back?" You tilt your head a little to the right "But you said you wanted to rest?" "Yeah well now I want to carry you now. Is that a problem?" You shake your head. "Well I'd rather not be on your back. I think when your coach said 'carry some weights around' I don't she meant something as heavy as me" "What?" You can hear the bit of annoyance in his voice and a sprinkle of anger. You laugh a bit "Whats the matter?" "You think Im too weak to carry you?" He walks near a table and stands close to it. "Well...Get on, hurry up!" You step on the table and hesitantly wrap your arms around his shoulders. "I...don't think this is safe Taiga." He grabs your hamstrings gently pulling you off the table.

"Taiga! You'll drop me!" He laughs and jogs around while gently holding you. "Come on. Lets get a snack" He walks into the store as you hide your face in his shoulder feeling embarrassed being on his back. When you feel the cool breeze on your back again, you sigh in relief. He walk to a small playground with a basketball court next to it. He lets you back down. I got some candy and several rolls of sushi. He hands you the bag of candy. "Here you open that, while I open this okay?" You open that package very easily and you start eating the sweets while you watch your boyfriend struggle opening the sushi roll. "Well...you're struggling with that sushi roll. I'll open up this one." You grab the other one in the bag and open it with ease. Tiaga looks at you with awe at how you made it look so easy. "How did you do that!?" You laugh at his reaction "Maybe its just your humongous hands with the tiny packaging."

After around an hour you two finish with the food you guys brought (It wasn't just candy and sushi, theres more food. Not a lot of food, you're just a really slow eater) "Lets play a game of basketball." He jogs to the court and dribbles the ball and throws the ball at you as you catch it. "Go easy on me. You might just wreck me, my love" You laugh at the small nickname he gave you "Says the one who won at the final" He smirks at your praise "Yeah but your amazing and your teams freaking sucks" You laugh loudly and throw the ball at him "You talk bad about my girls and I will try my best to crush you"

You two play a game and unsurprisingly you won. You have to admit though, you are a sore-loser. "When I say go easy on me, I didn't mean treat me like a freaking baby." He laughs "Yeah but if I treat you any older, I'll freaking destroy your fat ass" You laugh "Says you, you freaking muscle head" He picks you up and makes your legs wrap around his waist "God...Never leave me" He puts his head between your tits waiting for your response "Never, wither we're old or young. poor or rich. I'll never ever leave you." You run your hands through his hair and wipe his forehead then kiss him. "I didn't want to kiss your sweaty forehead." He smiles "I thought you love every part of me?" He whines sarcastically. "I do...but put a ring on my finger and then I'll show you I love every part of you...even your gross sweat" You gag dramatically. He then grabs your ass and smacks it. "You're just so freaking cheeky, aren't you baby?"

#kagami taiga #basketball #kuroko no basket #snacks #x reader #kagami x reader #taiga kagami x reader'#chubby reader #x fem!reader #x female reader #x female y/n

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star-born-mars · 7 months

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Making the Most of Time Spent Together

You and Kasamatsu don't get a lot of time alone together, but you try to make the most of the time you do have. That doesn't always mean going on dates.

"I'm gonna kill him," Kasamatsu muttered, glancing at his phone.

"Kise again?" you asked, threading your fingers through his hair. Yukio's eyes slipped shut, and he melted back into your lap.

Yukio hummed, both in acknowledgement and in contentment with where he was.

"You'll find a way to deal with him, you always do. Besides, he'll either calm or he won't."

Yukio hummed again, turning over into press his face into your stomach. He didn't get very much time with you now that the season had started again, and he was taking in as much of it as he could.

Even though Yukio was pretty self-assured, he did still put on an act while he was at school. Especially around Kise and the younger players.

Acting the way he did with you wasn't something he broadcasted to people. Mostly because it wasn't anyone else's business how he acted with you.

"I have to do some reading for class, you don't mind do you?"

"'Course not sweetheart, do what you've got to do," he murmured, wrapping his arms around your waist. "'M just gonna nap."

"I'll wake you up before practice," you promised, leaning down to kiss his forehead. "Sleep well baby."

Yukio hummed, already half-asleep.

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"Yukio, baby, you have practice in half an hour," you murmured, shaking his shoulder lightly. "You probably have less time than that before Kise-kun comes looking for you."

"I love the game," he murmured, "but sometimes I really wish I could just not go sometimes."

"I know," you told him, "but you will still go."

"I know," he muttered, pushing himself up off your lap into a sitting position.

"Go, have some fun. Do what you love. I'll see you later, okay?" you promised, kissing his cheek and gathering up your things.

"You know you could come to practice right?" he asked.

"I know baby. But I wouldn't be able to focus there, and I don't want to be a distraction. Besides, if we spend more time together, people are going to start thinking we're codependent."

You grinned at him and he laughed, shaking his head.

"You're ridiculous," he murmured, pulling you in by the waist to kiss you.

"You like it," you teased, pressing your foreheads together. "Now go, before Kise-kun comes looking for you."

"I'll see you later," he promised, pressing a kiss to your forehead before he gathered up his own things.

"I'm counting on it," you told him, grinning.

"Kasamatsu-san!" a high pitched voice called out and Yukio let out a sigh that was bordering on depressed.

"Go play with the kid, baby," you told him, patting his shoulder. "I'll pray for your sanity."

He let out a dark chuckle, pressing a kiss to your temple.

You were a little surprised that he was doing it in front of Kise, but at the same time, you knew he was going to break at some point.

"I might need you to start coming to practices if only to keep me from killing that kid," he murmured.

"I have faith in you," you murmured.

"Kasamatsu-san! Is that your girlfriend? Why was I not informed of this?"

"I'm coming, you idiot. And it's none of your business!"

"I'll see you later."

Yukio nodded, bumping your foreheads together one more time before he headed for his kohai, who was making a racket an drawing attention.

You watched him leave, smiling.

He was gonna be okay.

#kuroko's basketball #kuroko no basket #yukio kasamatsu #kise ryouta #yukio kasamatsu x reader #reader #fem!reader #female reader #yukio kasamatsu my beloved #nonsexual intimacy #intimacy #sleeping #falling asleep on a lover #kasamatsu yukio #kasamatsu yukio x reader

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