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pillow-anime-talk · 9 months

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big tiddy goth girlfriend.

request: hi, i was just wondering, what do you think the characters from knb would think of the “big tiddy goth gf” look? like which characters would gravitate towards her and which ones wouldn’t be as into it?

# tags: headcanon; current relationships or friendships or sympathy stages; romance; a bit of comedy; also fluff; goth!reader; simps!boys; sfw & suggestive

includes: female reader ft. makoto hanamiya, shinji koganei, yukio kasamatsu, shintarou midorima, junpei hyuuga, kouji kobori, tetsuya kuroko, nash gold jr. & aomine daiki {knb}

author’s note: hahaha i love this request!

— MAKOTO

↘ INTO IT; I think Makoto loves girls like that, and that’s definitely his favorite type of woman. His dark hair and manner indicate that he could dress like this himself, but he definitely feels best in sports clothes. Personally, I think that you have similar taste in music and you get along great when it comes to your characters. You are the perfect woman for him, and he feels really good knowing that he has a girlfriend just like you. He loves to brag about you and loves when you wear thigh highs, black skirts, lace tops and little spider hair clips. He also appreciates your make-up and if you have the opportunity, you often go to shopping malls together in search of interesting, perfect clothes for you (he often spoils you and buys you various gifts).

— SHINJI

↘ INTO IT; He doesn’t look like it, but he loves dominant women with a strong character and distinctive looks. Although you dress in dark colors, you have heavy make-up and you can argue with the other person, he thinks you’re a really beautiful and neat girl. He won’t hide the fact that he loves to look at you and in his eyes you are an extremely attractive girl. He pays you a lot of compliments and likes when you hold his hand or kiss him on the cheek in public. You are definitely opposites of each other, but that doesn’t stop you from doing anything!

— YUKIO

↘ 50/50; He doesn’t mind your style, but he doesn’t find it amazing either. He often compliments you, but sometimes he smiles jokingly saying that you look like a “corpse bride”. He’s not doing it to offend you and you know it, so don’t be sad! You’ve been friends for many years and you often tease each other – he calls you a “witch” and you call him a “little foosball player”. Your different tastes don’t bother the two of you and you respect each other’s choices very much. Although Yukio has wanted to see you in plain jeans and a white T-shirt more than once, he absolutely does not force you to change your style or behavior. He still considers you a beautiful person with an wonderful character and great intelligence.

— SHINTAROU

↘ NOT INTO IT; Definitely not his type. I think Shintarou likes modest girls in floral dresses, so you’ll probably never be in a relationship. However, your distinctive clothing style doesn’t stop him from calling you “friend”. After all, despite your specific appearance, Shintarou really thinks you are an interesting and really nice girl. He often teases you for looking like you’ve come to a funeral or celebrated Halloween every day, but he still appreciates your efforts in choosing waterproof eyeliners or shoes that always go well with your ripped pants or high-neck blouses.

— JUNPEI

↘ NOT INTO IT; He is not a fan of this style. He finds you a really attractive woman, but your style is completely at odds with his person. He prefers straight jeans to those short chain skirts you love to wear, but despite that (and unlike Shintarou or Yukio) he takes your person quite seriously. He doesn’t tease you, but rather asks quite interesting questions about why you’re wearing >this< and where you bought >that<. He’s just curious, you know. You intimidate him a bit, but it’s still not a style he would personally want to wear.

— RYOUTA

↘ INTO IT; Kise is a simple man and loves women regardless of their height, weight, skin color, hair color, clothing style, music they listen to or food they like. He loves all women, so you are definitely no exception! Your relation (i.e. friendship, relationship or sibling relation) is amazing and he loves you madly and truly cherish every inch of you. He always compliments your all clothes and hairstyle with a smile, as well as all the accessories you’re wearing – from black hair clips to a bracelet on your left hand. You talk a lot about your appearance and sometimes he asks you to dress him the way you dress. He’s a really positive and understanding guy!

— KOUJI

↘ NOT INTO IT; He’s rather afraid of you, even though he seems like a really brave guy! He doesn’t like such styles and is definitely on big “no”! Nevertheless, he likes you as a person and the two of you get along really well (sometimes you work on projects together at school/work). From time to time, just for fun, you suggest to do his make-up, but each time he refuses and runs away to another room. He is a good friend to whom you can complain when it comes to the lack of your favorite mascara or the sold-out shoes you wanted to buy for a long time. In conclusions: Kouji is the type of guy who is attracted to petite girls with long hair, light make-up, and a decidedly different appearance than yours.

— TETSUYA

↘ 50/50; I have a vision in my mind that Tetsuya generally likes your style a lot, but only when you wear colors other than black. He likes you very much in the version of snow white, pastel pink or delicate blue. He finds you attractive and that won’t change, but I think he has his favorite versions of your clothes and make-up. He really likes when your face is lit up and your eyes are covered with pretty color. He often advises you on the choice of clothes for your meetings or/and dates. He’s happy when you wear what he asks you to wear, but when you choose your own clothes, he doesn’t mind. Although he is an introvert, he also likes to go to concerts with you and you always have a good time together.

— NASH

↘ INTO IT; Yeah, Nash is also a simple guy. He loves your style, especially when you show a little more skin than usual. He always compliments your clothes and body positively, often bragging about you among friends/family or on his social media. He likes to touch your thighs in torn tights, to look at your naked back and neck covered with many necklaces, and also appreciates the sight of your huge breasts compressed by a corset. With him you always feel attractive and feminine, and at the same time indescribably appreciated and desirable.

— AOMINE

↘ INTO IT; I think Daiki has two very different types of women – the first one is a cute and ice tea-loving petite girl who spends a lot of time reading books and feeding wild birds, while the second type of woman he is attracted to is a “big tiddy goth one” who loves cars and motorcycles, loud music, who loves to dress boldly, and her make-up is always powerful and matched to the outfit. Aomine adores you and is really happy that you two are couple. He likes to flaunt the fact that you two are dating and is always teasing his teammates that they will never find a girl as sexy and graceful as his partner.

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ravenna222 · 1 year

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Weaving the web

Hanamiya Makoto x Fem!Reader

time skip: hanamiya and reader are in their late 20s; reader has a child

Warnings: smut, post-breakup, dacryphilia, heavy degradation, oral (f!recieving), threatening, edging, physical abuse (reader gets slapped in the face), toxic! hanamiya (lmao what were we expecting), emotional manipulation, reader is implied to have an abusive past, fluff if you squint

P.s. This is my first time writing smut, so the actual nsfw part might not be too satisfying, but I hope the storyline makes up for it, even tho it's kinda rushed

How long has it been? Hanamiya thinks back, reminiscing his relationship with you. It's been 3 years since he's seen you, and god this was not what he was expecting. You sitting by the seaside cradling a baby.

The breakup was messy, whenever you remember it a stench of nausea fills your guts. Makoto was never a nice man, you knew that from the start, everyone knew. From the first time you saw him in highschool you knew he was trouble, gliding down the halls with that unsettling smirk plastered on his face deciding who to taunter next. He waiting the day it was your turn, gosh he was like a flee, trying to mess up your relationships, tearing up your friendships. Yet nothing he ever did seemed to be enough to break you. You were intelligent, sure, he could give you that, but you were no where near his level; however that wit infuriated him to no end, dare he say you're wittier than him. Perhaps it was that that lured him in. He was so endowed into weaving his spider web that he had entangled himself in it. Hara would tease him about it during practise, how he always fixated on you, how out of everyone know one got on his nerves just as much as you did. Soon you both started talking more, less bickering, you were getting closer to eachother. Even if you weren't as intelligent as him, he found your shared conversations the most interesting. He was never bored around you. Sometimes he thinks that his intellect, as much as it is a gift, is his own damnation. School was too easy, apart from ruining basketball as a sport, tormenting people and playing darts nothing was fulfilling. Sure he's an avid reader, but he couldn't always read. With you he felt as if his brain found enough tranquility to switch off all the unending noise.

He remembers the moment you two had sex for the first time: you were both 3rd year students close to graduation, about to write a new chapter of life. You were together studying in the library, or at least supposed to study, when you decided to ditch the boring essay and go to his to play darts. You were surprised, not by the fact that he enjoyed throwing darts but by the fact he was willing to teach you. He was never patient with anyone. During that evening was a complete failure for you, guess the dart board wasn't on your side.

"Stupid, if you keep your arm in that stance you're never gonna hit the center, or the board for that matter."

"Yeah, well maybe if you actually decided to teach me and give me a few tips like you said earlier I wouldn't completely suck!"

"Ugh, you're such a pain you know? Whining all the time. Here, let me show you." Standing right behind you, a hand slip over your waist while his other grabbed your hand to change your position, he guided it to throw the dart.

"Huh, what a suprise, it landed on the board this time." Damn that sarcastic tone of his. If you could you'd throw him out of his own bedroom.

You stayed in that position for a few mere moments before he started kissing your neck, left hand making it un to your breast whilst the other slid down your torso.

You both will never forget that night, he was sure of it, nor will he ever forget the years you spent together in university. He was studying to become a lawyer, more specifically a criminal defence lawyer purely to piss people off. And to no one's suprise, he became a phenomenal one. Criminals from all of Japan, and some overseas, would come searching help from Hanamiya.

Maybe it was the work overload, maybe it was the fact that he refused to admit that it was too much, or perhaps fame. He became even more petty and angry towards everything. You understood it was bad when even his own mother told him to take some time off. But he wouldn't.

The night of the breakup was messy to say the least. "You're a masochist", "seems to me you enjoy the pain I give you."

Done you were, you told yourself, done. You swore to yourself that you'd never speak to him again. Not even holding a positive pregnancy test would make you crawl back to him for support. No, you'll get rid of this baby, you told yourself. But you didn't, you didn't find the courage to do so. You blamed it on the societal expectations of women, that every woman was destined to become a mother, the brainwashing of young girls letting go of their big dreams to settle down and bear children. Not that that automatically ment a big career was over, but it was hard. They made it hard. You didn't have family to turn to, Hanamiya knew that, he knew of your broken family and that's why he was so perplexed to see you by the seaside holding a damn baby in your arms.

Hanamiya chuckled as he watched the horror washed over your face. No, no, please, anyone but him.

"Hey love, longtime no see. Care to explain this nonsense?"

He didn't need an explanation, it was his, how could it not? He could tell by the baby's eyes, they were an exact resemblance of his.

"I don't need to explain anything to you, Hanamiya." You bark back. You said you were done with him, you swore it to yourself, yet here he is standing infront of you with that humouring glare.

Why the hell was he in Okinawa? Shouldn't he be in Tokyo working?

"Oh please Y/n, cut the formalities, it doesn't suit you. You know, I finally listened to ma, took that holiday, and look who we have here. I wondered where you had gone off to, couldn't reach you, didn't try really, but here you are."

God hates you, you're certain of it. God hates you more than he hates Hanamiya.

"This is a suprise, can't say a pleasant one tho."

He sat beside you, taking a closer look at the baby. It was a girl, a baby girl, he had a baby girl. Fuck, he almost couldn't bring himself to believe it. As much as he wanted to hate it he couldn't.

"If you're going to be a bother then leave. Ayame and I are trying to relax. Get your ass away from us."

Ayame huh.

As you were trying to woosh Makoto away Ayame opened her eyes, as her vision landed right onto Hanamiya she clapped her hands. Finally her Daddy's home.

Sometimes you hated Ayame's little brain, if there is one thing certain about her, it's that she inherited her father's high iq. She didn't need you to tell her who he was, one glance is all she needed, one glance, and she knew.

"Dada!" She started to wriggle uncontrollably tempting to get to Hanamiya. Dada Dada Dada, she repeatedly whispered. The one thing you feared happening is happening, and there was nothing you could do about it. Sure, you could run someplace Hanamiya wouldn't reach you, but his image would be engraved into Ayame forever. She would never forget him.

"C'mon, pass her to me." You're reluctant but you do as you're told.

Strange feelings pass over Hanamiya, he wasn't sure what to think of this other than the obvious: He's a father now.

As the sun set, you all went back to your place to have dinner. You agreed that he'd spend the night as he hadn't booked a hotel, or so he told you.

After dinner you put Ayame to sleep, now all that was left was to make a deal with the devil.

Hanamiya is sitting on your couch, watching you unamused as you sit next to him.

"You really expected that I'd have told you about her?"

No, he didn't.

"You're hilarious my dear, you would have saved yourself so much trouble if you just had the courage to pick up the phone."

He's infuriating, you just want to kick him out and leave him on the streets, oh how you'd love to, but you couldn't. You didn't want to.

"Fuck off Hanamiya."

"What did we say about formalities Y/n?"

"Alright, Makoto. You stay the night, but when I wake up I better not see you, otherwise I'll get a fucking restraining order."

"Baby please, I'm a lawyer. You couldn't win a case against me even if you tried. But what would Ayame think? Are you always this inconsiderate about her? As she grows older, what would she think of her lovely Mommy not letting her see her own sweet daddy, hmm? Think carefully Y/n."

"You bastard! How dare you-!"

Before you knew it he pinned you down on the couch under him, his knee between your thighs, rubbing at your core. Fuck, this wasn't supposed to turn you on the way it did, well... fuck him for knowing you too well.

"Not gonna lie, I did miss this."

"Fuck you. Get off me you bastard!"

"Quit the tongue Y/n, it doesn't suit you."

And with that his lips crashed against yours in a heated kiss, all the passion that was sealed throughout the 3 years of not being together bubbled up to the surface. You hated yourself for this. You never wanted to see him again but here you are under him, putty in his hands like you always were. Nothing has changed.

"Quit the lies too, if you didn't want me here tonight, you wouldn't have offered me to stay here, we both know I earn enough money for a decent hotel. You want this, tell yourself all of the above, but you can't deny it, you can't deny me anymore sweetheart, you're not getting rid of me any time soon."

You start to panic, it was true, once he entered your apartment you knew what was going to happen. Pathetically lying to yourself isn't going to make it better.

Slyly he unclips your bra and slides his hands under your shirt, clasping your left breast. He curses to himself, he missed this a bit too much. He tries to convince himself, and you for the sake of his arrogance, that he just missed the sex, but you knew otherwise.

He proceeds to pull your shirt over your head and take off your jeans, leaving you bare only for his eyes to see. Trying to hide yourself by grabbing the closest blanket, you feel a sting on your left cheek. "Nah-ah, you're not getting all shy on me now stupid girl" his whisper sends a chill down your spine,"where'd all that fight go, hmm?" Ending with a lick on your ear he turns to your neck. You knew by the end of this you'll be all bruised up, covered in hickeys. Worry hits you, what if Ayame sees the marks? But it doesn't matter, you like it this way anyway, you like it when it hurts.

"Ah!" He bites down nearly drawing blood. Makoto has always been sadistic, he once told you he started rough play when he was 12, always laughing at the pain of others, you're no exempt. On the contrary, you're his prime victim, your pain tastes like honey to him, sweeter than any he's tasted. As he sucks on your neck his left hand finds its way to your panties, white ones huh, when did you become so pure?

He starts circling your clothed clit slowly it almost hurts. His lips leave your now ruined neck and make their way back to your mouth. You groan into the kiss as he smirks.

"More more Makoto, 'want more!" He lets out a scornful laugh whilst kissing your abdomen. You sound like a bratty child throwing a tantrum, and you know what happens to brats? They need to be disciplined.

"So impatient and we're just getting started, ah~ , how did I find myself such a slutty brat?" You want to protest, but soon you feel a hot breathe graze your damped panties. Hanamiya moves your them aside and gives your clit a quick lick and a delicate suck that makes your legs wriggle in delite. Oh how sweet you can be, forgetting the sour nature of Hanamiya Makoto. Nearly instantly you can feel your panties covering you clit.

"Fuck-ah!-" A slap lands on your pussy, "watch your mouth" he warns you. Ah! Another slap and Makoto wastes no time to dive in and smell the wet heat of your core. He begins to lick your clothed pussy. It's not enough, it's definitely not enough, but when is it ever enough for you. Finally after a few whiny moans he slips you panties off, feeling a tongue beginning to lap around your folds. There was no questioning Hanamiya's oral performance, his silver tongue is able to give you high after high when he's generous.

"Ahh~, Ma-uh~, M-makoto hmm!" You manage to blurt out, hearing the slurps turns you on more and more. You can sense a knot forming inside. Hanamiya grins, he knows your body dangerously well, he's well aware of your upcoming climax. He starts to tongue fuck you as his right hand reaches your chin and plunges two fingers into your mouth making you gag.

"Mm-mmh!" The gagged moans were his favourite, fuck they were so slutty to him. He pulls his fingers out of your mouth and puts his index inside you.

"Cummin' m'koto" you slur out. A few seconds pass, but when you finally are going to release all motions stop, he pulls out his finger and slaps your pussy again. You cry out, how could he deny you?

"I don't think you deserve it. You know you've been such a whiny bitch to me, you don't even deserved to be touched you stupid slut." Another sting, but this time on your right plush cheek. "I find out you had my child and you didn't fucking bother to tell me!" Another slap, this time right across your face.

" I'm sorry I'm sorry! I- I-" tears threaten to fall. You do feel guilty, you kept the father of your child out of her life. Maybe for a good reason? But you can't reason, not when Makoto rams 3 fingers into your aching cunt catching you of guard.

"And you were planning on never telling me, you know you'd be the reason she would have felt empty, pain, asking you where her daddy is? When he doesn't even know she fuckin' exists! You stupid whore, you're a terrible mother."

Hot tears stain your face, this is why you left him, but you can't seem to think straight at the moment, not when you're about to cum all over his fingers.

"C'mon mommy", he taunts, "cum on daddy's fingers." His voice, that's all you need to reach your climax.

Suddenly he flips you over, one foot on the floor for support and the other firm on the side of the couch to reach in deep enough.

"You really thought you could get away with this? You're fucking delusional. Sooner or later I was gonna find you, track you down. I have connections, the ones that wouldn't mind beating up a few dozen people to find a stupid fucking slut. And here you are, safe and sound in Okinawa, and look! I found you! Maybe destiny is real." He knows it's the insanity talking for him. Destiny, fate, none of that shit exists. He was going to find you eventually nonetheless, it was only a matter of time. He's a criminal defence lawyer for fucks sakes, he's made friends here and there who'd gladly repay him with a favor if he'd ask faster than a blink of an eye. Realistically, he doesn't think he would've done such a thing. Or maybe, who knows. But there is something everyone knows, you know it too well: Hanamiya's unpredictable.

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18002dheauxs · 1 year

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The girl all the bad guys want

-about: the biggest assholes in KNB get the girls of their dreams. I saw their ideal types and my head kinda went brrr

-with: Makoto Hanamiya, Kojiro Furuhashi, Kazuya Hara, Kentaro Seto, Hiroshi Yamazaki, Shogo Haizaki, Shoichi Imayoshi, cisfem!reader

-wc: 4.1k (I’m so sorry I went a lil wild here)

-warnings!: toxic guys, piv sex lots of it lmaoo, degradation, manipulation, car sex, clit slapping, bondage, bdsm, hair pulling, flogging, semi-public ig in Hara’s idek atp, panty stealing, vaginal fingering, oral sex (fem!receiving and m!receiving), deep throating, dumbification, dacryphilia, sir kink, daddy kink, ddlg implications ig if you squint, squirting, exhibitionism, voyeurism, nipple play, camming work, sex toys, facial

Makoto Hanamiya likes stupid girls: Makoto has never been a hard worker. Building a partner into what he wants never really appealed to him. He likes ‘em to come already the way he likes: pretty, eager to please and just really fuckin stupid. He considers you all three & he wouldn’t change a thing! Anyone can see you're gorgeous; that's a given but a kinder person would call you.. err.. naive.. but Makoto Hanamiya has never been known as a kind person. He'll tell you to your face, of course, he's never been one to mince words and he sure as hell won’t start now. The small amount of brain power you did carry is quickly being drained out of your head by his cock splitting you open in the backseat of his car. He's taken you to a drive-in and just with that crooked smile that you trusted way too easily and referencing some bullshit about how comfortability can affect your focus, he got you where he wanted you. Anyone else could see, if not through the bullshit; then through that glint in his eye, that that was a thinly veiled excuse to get into those teeny, tiny skirts you always prance about in. He didn't think he could get any harder, hearing you squeak when his hand smoothed under your skirt and his fingers drifted over your panties. It fills him with excitement to know that it's not an act. You really are way out of your depth and far too dumb to know it but he wouldn't have it any other way. "I love watching you like this", he murmurs into the ear he was previously biting, fingers digging deeper into your hips to roll you forward. "You're already fucking dumb but seeing you go even dumber on my cock.. fuck I don't think I'll ever get sick of that". All you can do is whimper and try to keep up with his strokes. You didn't see this coming and to be fair, you didn't really consider yourself the type to give in this easy but fuck are you happy you did. It’s not entirely your fault though, Hanamiya knows how to manipulate girls like you. The tip of his curved dick hitting spots in you that cause drool to drip down your chin is really the best case scenario here. You can't even think right now; the empty space in your head, finally full but only of the delicious stretch of his thick cock. Your legs start to snap closed when one of his hands leaves your hips to rub fast and hard circles into your clit. "Aht aht what do you think you're doin, princess?", he cooly states, holding you open while his hand never stops its assault on your clit.. All that comes out of you is a pathetic whimper of "i- is too much Mako. I can't!". And he smiles. A genuine, crooked smile. He gathers some hair at the back of your head to keep your weak head still & your rolling eyes on his amused ones, "Of course you can, sweetheart! You don't think I know what's best for you? Leave the thinking to me and just make a mess all over my cock when I tell you to, yeah?" Of course he knows what your body can take, he is the genius after all.

Kōjirō Furuhashi likes masochists: Kojiro isn't one to flippantly toss around the word “love”. Words have meaning to him and he finds a lot of his peers don't understand the meaning of that particular word at all so he saves it for when he really means it, like now. As Kojiro's eyes take you in, arms bound together with rope that's doing most of the work in keeping you upright and hickies & bruises littering your beautiful body, he thinks that's the only word that would suffice for how much he enjoys this. He reaches forward to grab a handful of your hair and pull back until your watery eyes are boring into his. The tears staining your cheeks make his dick twitch. You look perfect like this, giving into pleasure and pain. "You alright, beautiful?", he says against your lips, tightening his grip on your hair to which you let out a moan. Sick little bitch, he thinks to himself and it makes him crack what can be considered for him a smile. "Please Ko, need more", you managed to beg into his parted lips. "More? Your ass is already burning to the touch you think you can take more?" He says twirling the handle of the flogger in his hand. "Yes please", you say tearfully. He has to will himself to stay on track. "Please what?" "Yes please, sir", you say, more tears spilling as he lands a harsh blow with the flogger to your ass. "Such a little freak" every word is preceded by a whistle of promise from the flogger to give you pain that hurts so so good. As the leather strikes your ass, your cries make Kojiro's cock drip with precum. He can't wait to feel the welts on your ass press against his skin as he drives his cock into you, relentlessly hard later. In fact, he thinks he'll love it.

Kazuya Hara likes girls with pretty legs: Despite the reputation he had with the rest of the members of his high school team that he hasn't seemed to be able to shake even well into his 3rd year of college; Kazuya Hara really likes soft & sweet things. He plays ball hard and definitely too rough but he knows how to appreciate the sweet tang of the gum on his tongue or how soft your legs look leading up into your skirt as he follows behind you. He slips through the door of your department's storage room without you noticing and he thinks the little yelp you make when you finally notice is sweet too. "Oh. Hi Kazu.. I didn't notice you there.", you say with a nervous chuckle. "I'm just getting some mats for the clinicals later. Did you want some too?", you say, finally turning to look at him and realizing he's much closer than he was before. He waits a beat before answering, popping a bubble as he lets the uneasy feeling in the air thicken. "Nah.", he chuckles, bringing a hand up to the back of his head to rest in the bird's nest he calls hair. "I actually came here to see you." He says, dropping down to "look" at the dumbbells on the floor next to your feet, picking one up to really sell it. "Oh really? Did you need something?.." you say trying to hold your ground even with the wavering of your voice. Even though you managed to make it seem like you held your composure before, you can't help but jump when one of his hands comes up to smooth down your calf. "You know you're really suited to kinesiology, you've got great legs.", he says, feeling the goosebumps rise where his hands touch. "Oh thanks.. Well I do work on them a lot", you let out a nervous chuckle. "I should- uh probably get going though.. gotta change and stretch before class. It's finals week after all.. busy busy busy" You move to step away from him with your mats but he grabs your hand as he stands up. "Kazuya.. this isn't the time", you warn him with annoyance ringing in your voice. "Well it doesn't seem like you make much time for anything.", he says, pulling your hips back into his. He bends down and his breath on your ear makes you shiver with an entirely different feeling. "All this stress can't be good for you. Why don't you let me help you destress", he says punctuating the last word with a bite at your ear. "I- I don't think this is an appropriate place for this, Kazu..", you manage to get out as his hands play with the waistband of your skirt. "Sure it is." He says, releasing your waistband with a pop. "The door locks for a reason.. do you want me to lock the door and then you can sit on that desk and let me between those pretty legs?", he pulls your chin to the side so you can look at him. You want to say yes, you know it, he knows it and who could blame you? Finals week was stressful and maybe an orgasm actually would help you focus better. But even still, agreeing to this is so far out of your comfort zone that your words seem to fail you so the shy nod you give him will have to suffice. In one fail swoop he locks the door and hoists you onto the desk with his lips on yours. He pulls back to stick his gum under the desk like the delinquent he is. You finally allow his tongue access into your mouth when you feel his hands dive under your skirt and wasting no time, he grabs at the waistline of your panties and pulls them down. He doesn't break the kiss as he pockets them or as he slides his finger between your folds; not even when you're barely kissing him back panting into his mouth at the ministrations his now wet fingers are making on your clit. No, the only time he breaks the kiss is to get to his knees and breathe between kisses to those thighs he likes so much, "fuck, baby. I been wanting to taste you all semester. Keep these pretty legs on my shoulders yea?", he says, eyes fixated on the place he's been thinking about since he saw you enter this room. "Lemme get my fill, hmm?" It, of course, is a rhetorical question because before you can even try to respond your words are replaced by a squeak as his tongue licks a long strip up your slit. You moan in unison as he keeps going; licking up all the slick he can find and causing more and more to leak out as his lips suction around your clit. You know you've gotta be quiet but it's incredibly hard when his tongue is delving into your hole at a pace that places stars in your sight. Hara pulls away for a breath but is quick to replace his tongue with his fingers curling up and into you, your legs threaten to snap around his head when his tongue starts to flick against your clit at the same time but he holds them open with his other hand wrapping around your thigh. You're mumbling behind your hand and though he'd love to hear your uninhibited moans he doesn't need to hear your encouragement when your pussy is leaking all over his hands, mouth and chin. Hara has a reputation for being hard & rough but he sure does love to indulge in the softness & sweetness of you.

Kentarō Seto likes intelligent girls: Like Makoto, Seto isn't exactly known for his work ethic. He spends much more time sleeping than working toward any particular goal. All that considered, Seto doesn't mind working toward one goal. Turning smart, know it all girls like yourself into sniveling, cockhungry, brainless whores is always worth the effort to him. It explains why he is so beside himself to have you, dean's list student; president of several clubs; librarians know you by name, you with your eyes rolling into the back of your head, drooling as you fuck yourself on his thick cock. He can't help but let out a chuckle as his hands squeeze your tits as they bounce atop your tank that's been pulled down, too impatient to take the shirt off or go without seeing your full breasts move with every bounce of your hips. It's hard to believe that after getting you as a lab partner and a little bit of convincing he can see one of the smartest girls he knows go absolutely brainless on his cock. A chant of his name starts to fall from your lips and he's finally pulled from his thoughts. "Yes, princess? What is it?" "Wanna cum.. Ken needa cum.. please" you whine, hips chasing your high faster and faster. "You wanna cum? Can't you do it yourself? Hm? Make yourself cum, baby girl", he says, hands steadying your hips so all you can do is barely grind. It feels good but it's not nearly enough as your close orgasm starts to fade. "Mm mm, Ken need you.. Pleaase, daddy? Please help?", you beg through tearful eyes. He chuckles. "Remember, sweet girl," he sits up so his back is against the headboard and his face is more level with yours as he grabs the back of your neck to focus his eyes on your teary ones, "no matter how smart you are you'll never know how to make yourself cum like I do. Understood?" "Yes! Yes daddy! Please ju- oh. my-" your eyes begin to roll again as he plants his feet and drives into you one hand on your shoulder to pull you further onto his cock, hitting that spot in you that has you seeing stars. Your clit being rubbed so hard and fast against his pubes is the final straw as you squirt all over his thighs and abs. Your body is still spasming when he drops you unceremoniously against his mattress after helping to ride out your high. Seto is a lazy man but seeing academically decorated girls as piles of sweat, tears, drool & cum, with not a single thought in those typically full heads on his bed is always worth the effort in his eyes.

Hiroshi Yamazaki likes cheerful girls: Hiroshi isn't the happiest of guys. He's not full of energy, he's got a mean case of RBF and his vocabulary is made up of 85% curse words. This is probably why people are surprised that he snagged you. Beautiful, vivacious, sunshine-in-human form you. You're the sunshine to his constant thunderstorms. With the scowl he almost always seems to be wearing, no one else would be able to tell it, but you make him happy. Despite his angry disposition, Hiroshi actually had a preference for girls like you. The kind whose smile can put even the meanest ogre at ease, the ones who's cheery aura guaranteed strangers were just friends she hadn't met yet. Hiroshi likes girls like you, he's found y'all are just so damn eager to please. It would take so much more convincing for any other girl to end up in this position, but not you. Oh no, you're his little happy pill, always ready to spread joy the way your legs are spread over his lap as his old high school friends look on. Some too entranced to move, some slowly stroking their cocks as your boyfriend plays with your dripping pussy in front of the audience. "Didn’t know she was this sensitive, Yama.. She's soaked and you've barely touched her.", says Hara, palming at himself as he watches you squirm in your boyfriend's embrace. "Well you do like an audience don't you, pretty girl?" Your lips are caught between your teeth and your breath is caught in your throat as he begins circling your clit, slowly with enough pressure to ensure that all you can muster is a nod. "Mmhmm that's my girl. Go head and play with these beautiful tits for me, yeah?" He says, pulling your dress down for your tits to spill out. There's a groan from the boys as you let out a breathy moan when you begin twisting and pulling your nipples. "She makes such hot sounds, fuck," Seto says as his hand slowly glides up and down his leaky cock. You turn your head into Hiroshi's neck in embarrassment when you finally clue in to the wet squelching of Hiroshi’s fingers playing with your pussy. You're impossibly wet at this point, no doubt making a mess of his pants and the couch below you. "Look. She’s practically dripping, '' Makoto laughs. He pauses a beat. "Wait, does she squirt?", he says, stilling his hand on the bulge in his sweats. "Do you, baby? Go on.. answer him.", Hiroshi asks. Suddenly the attention is a bit much so you close your eyes instead of speaking. A slap to your clit jolts you up and the tone that follows is much more stern. "Answer him." "Ah, yes! Can I show them, please please?", you squeal out as Hiroshi's fingers make their way back into your pussy. "You read my mind, beautiful. Give the boys a show, huh?", Hiroshi says as his fingers speed up their dragging along your walls. Hiroshi liked girls like you, you always took what he gave you without complaining and as you shake with your eyes rolling back while your juices spray on to the couch and the floor, he thinks that smile you're always wearing is rubbing off on him.

+ Shōgo Haizaki likes erotic girls: There's a stereotype that boys with bad reps tend to go for girls with good ones, but that's simply not how Shogo rolls. He couldn't take anymore self-righteousness; he'd had enough of that with his teams back in school. No, Shogo Haizaki likes girls who know what it's like to have people side eye you in the hall, who avoid you because they've "heard about people like you". Shogo thinks that's bullshit, there's not really anybody like him and surely nobody like you. His gorgeous, sexy, confident girlfriend. Yall are one of a kind, a queen fit for a king like him. That's probably why, he thinks, that your couple's camming page blew up. “Hello hello everyone! It’s so good to see you! Welcome back to our page!”, you say, smiling and rubbing at Shogo’s neck as he sits behind you kissing your neck and playing with your tits. “I have a very special surprise for you all! Mr and I got a new toy! Should we show them, babe?”, you say flirting with the camera only to look back into Shogo’s eyes with a genuine excitement for his answer. “We better! I spent all that money on that shit.” he says matter of factly, going back to leaving marks on your neck. “It’s not about the money, babe! It's about the experience!”, you continue with a giggle. “Ok 300 coins and we’ll get started!” Of course, your loyal fans reach the goal in seconds. “Damn they’re excited to see us toy with this, huh?,” you said flirting with the camera with your eyes as your lips press against your boyfriend’s. Shogo only mutters an “mhmm” as he kisses down your neck to your shoulders. “Well”, you say, grabbing the toy from behind your boyfriend, “let’s not keep them waiting.”, you say, biting your lip and turning on the toy. Shogo climbs on top of you, kissing you passionately and pushing your arms up. You smile through the kiss as he grabs the toy. You moan through a smile as he runs the toy over your nipples. Shogo bites at your lip and his kisses trail down as the toy does. As his lips suck marks into your neck, your hands tangle in his hair and the toy sends jolts to your clothed clit. You lift your head to look into his eyes when his lips wrap around your pert nipple and even with his mouth occupied you can make out an impish smile but before you can figure out the reason the vibrator grows stronger. “You fucker,” you say through a half moan, half giggle. He pops off your nipple with a smile still applying pressure to your clit. “What’s that, baby? You want me to turn it up? ManiacMak commented that`I should..”, he says, having far too much fun. “I can tak- ohh fuck”, your head falls back as your legs threaten to close, orgasm approaching far too soon. “You were gonna say you can take it huh?”, he says laughing. You manage to weakly nod your head trying your best to stave off the orgasm coming at you like a bullet train. “I- I ca-ha I can” “Mhmm baby. I know you can. You wouldn’t want to disappoint your fans right?” Shogo says pushing your panties to the side to place the toy directly on your clit. You’re pretty much putty now but its not until he uses his other hand to plunge his middle and ring fingers into you quick and hard that the orgasm finally catches up to you, crashing into you so hard a yelp escapes you and your legs lock up before they’re shaking uncontrollably. He helps you ride out your high before crashing his lips to yours and throwing the toy to the bed. All you can hear is your shaky breaths, the smack of you two’s lips and the ping of more coins. Many more coins. Shogo breaks the kiss to smile down at you, talking to the camera but looking directly into your lidded eyes. “Hey sweets.. that was kind of a quick show. I think I owe you another orgasm.. or 3” Your beauty really shines through in these moments where you’re panting, legs still having small trembles and still find the gall to look into the camera; smile that sexy smile he fell in love with and breathe out “Only 3? That all you got, pretty boy?” Oh Shogo Haizaki is sure there’s nobody like you and so are your fans.

+ Shoichi Imayoshi likes kikubari girls: Imayoshi comes from a kind people. He was raised in a neighborhood where people took care of others and that’s just what he’s used to. He’s used to smelling the dinner of her husband’s favorites often being cooked by the granny next door. Used to the mom across the street already waiting outside with whatever item whichever of her children forgot before they even knew to turn around and grab it. Shoichi was used to this and was looking forward to having a caring, attentive woman like that in his own life one day. He didn’t realize, however, until he finally found that woman in you; how far the attentiveness of these types goes. It’s glaringly apparent to him now as you're on your knees in front of him for his favorite after work activity ,which of course you’re kind enough to indulge him in whenever he asks. Your pretty lips are wrapped around his thick shaft pushing as much as you can into your mouth while a hand massages at his balls. He lets his head bob back and lets himself get lost in the sound of your gagging and the feel as his dick goes impossibly far down your throat. He only looks down to check on you to see if you can still breathe after he feels your throat begin to close a little around his cock. “Ah ah hold it a little longer, my darling. Juuust a little. Bit.”, he says, holding your head down letting out a prolonged groan that only served to make you wetter. “There we go '' he says breathily letting you go after a few thrusts even further down your throat. You sputter and wipe the spit and precum from your chin with the back of your hand. Not that there’s much still there, most has already dripped down your chin onto your tits and the only thing covering them, the apron you just cooked a homemade meal for him in. He tilts your chin up to him and smiles that stealthy smile you still, after years together, sometimes can’t make heads or tails of. “Can you still continue, sweetheart?”, he says, wiping his thumb across your bottom lip, slipping it in your mouth for you to suck on for a bit. “Do you need me to be more gentle with you? Hm?” “No, my love”, you say smiling up at him while stroking his cock in the twisting motions you’ve learned he loves. “I just want to please you. You can use me however you need.” Shoichi smiles as you take him in your mouth again and allow him to fuck your face to his content as your hands play at his balls. The smile only fades as he gets closer to his orgasm and it makes way into a sort of grimace as he focuses on the feel of your throat and the look of complete subservience he sees on your face and he knows he can’t hold it any longer. Imayoshi knew he wanted an attentive, caring woman; he just didn’t realize what exactly that meant behind closed doors. Now, however, as you stroke the last of the cum out and look up at him with his cum all over your face and pure devotion to him in your eyes; he’s thinking “wanted” was an understatement, he couldn’t live without this.

#knb smut #kuroko's basketball smut #kuroko no basuke smut #kirisaki daiichi #makoto hanamiya #kojiro furuhashi #kazuya hara #kentaro seto #hiroshi yamazaki #shogo haizaki #imayoshi shoichi

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Talia al Ghul

GRANT MORRISON YOU WILL NEVER SEE THE LIGHT OF HEAVEN FOR CONVINCING PEOPLE THAT TALIA WOULD BE A BAD MOM WITH GENOCIDAL AMBITIONS YOU DUMB FUCK. She did nothing wrong I hate you racist retcons. Son of the demon origin truthers RISE

Makoto Hanamiya

If you scroll down to comments on the Kuroko no Basuke wiki entry for Hanamiya, you'll see automatically that people do not like it when you like Hanamiya. I started on tumblr with KnB and Hanamiya is my profile picture. He's my favorite character. Ooh, people don't like that. We've had discussions about him. Because of his grueling and blatantly cruel way of playing basketball, where he goes out of his way to physically injure star players on the court—in front of the referees no less, he is probably the most hated character in the series. I practically wrote a treatise on him a few years back, someone had said that Hanamiya was way worse than another "villain" character, Haizaki. I argued that Hanamiya was the better person of the two. Hanamiya is 100% an asshole and he 100% maims people for fun. He is not a good person by any stretch of the imagination. However, he is redeemable. Haizaki physically assaults women and by reading the wiki entry on him, one can surmise that off-screen/off-page, he rapes girls and women—frequently. Hanamiya, from what we can see and glean from the wiki, has never harmed a female. Not once. That's a line even he won't cross. He also doesn't abuse his teammates, at all. He's on a first-name basis with one of them. Just like with Arlong in One Piece, Hanamiya went after a character connected to the main group, and that made him evil incarnate in people's eyes. The fandom is volatile to people who like Hanamiya or any of his pals. We get mocked and harassed for it. If you allow the Anon function, you get some pretty nasty stuff sent to you. Those same people, who loathe Hanamiya, practically worship Haizaki. Haizaki who on screen, canonically, picked a woman up BY HER THROAT. He uses and abuses women, he feels entitled to do so, he canonically abuses his own teammates and coach. He's a monster but the fans love him and hold him over Hanamiya and the fans who like Hanamiya. That's why Hanamiya is misrepresented by fans. Yeah, he is an asshole who goes out of his way to do bad things. But he's less of an asshole than Haizaki. Haizaki is a felonius woman-beater and possible rapist. Hanamiya deserves better and the fans deserve to be treated better, because Haizaki is so much worse and doesn't deserve his golden pedestal.

#misrepresented morally grey #round 1 #bracket b #did everything wrong bracket #batman #talia al ghul #kuroko no basket #makoto hanamiya #hanamiya makoto

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Bee!! hi bby

i was wondering if you’d like to indulge me on how Akashi, Kise, and Hanamiya from KNB would handle a “there’s only bed” type of situation? especially if it’s pre relationship and they’re into you but you don’t know that yet ! >.> hehe thank you ! 💕

Gray no one makes me feral for Hanamiya like you do lololol I am a monster that u created

Divider by @/cafekitsune

Akashi, The Gentleman

Without a doubt, Akashi would semi-successfully push his feelings for you aside and attempt chivalry. He will offer the bed to you and have a backup plan for himself in mind. I think mostly, he wouldn’t want to overstep the bounds of the friendship you already have, and would be careful to not let his feelings for you cloud his better judgement and your comfort.

And you… well. I don’t think you’d want to force him to sleep on the floor. You’d reason to yourself and to him that there’s plenty of room for you both, that there’s no worry about close proximity making things feel weird. And you’d believe it until you feel the sheets moving with each breath he takes and feel the warmth radiating from his body so strongly that you swear it burns your skin.

Akashi is all you can smell and hear and feel and see. He’s a foot away from you and still overhauling your senses. Under his cloud, you reason: it’s kind of cold. Surely it wouldn’t be a big deal if you closed the distance. Right. He can’t be upset with you. Right? Right.

Right?

Without taking the time to talk yourself out of it, you press yourself against him and to your absolute shock, surprise, and excitement, he wraps his arm around you comfortably and tucks you into his side. He squeezes your arm, almost like a silent question: is this okay?

Your response comes in the form of nuzzling closer to him and making yourself comfortable: yes.

Hanamiya, The Menace

Listen. I hate him so much (no I don’t). He sprawls out in the bed and takes great pains to ignore you for a few minutes before his eyes slyly slide over to you and he quirks his brow with a smirk on his lips and says something like:

“You gonna lay down or stand there?” And when you make a face at him, trying to hide the reaction his words have on your body, his smirk grows and his eyes glint with mischief and he says, “don’t give me that look, darlin’.”

Your heart is hammering in your chest and your face feels hot because really he’s so fucking annoying and irritation sparks in your veins but it isn’t really because he’s so insufferable, and you know that- you know the irritation is jolting you because you like it and you like him and you like when he fucks with you and it makes you feel soft and gooey and hot like lava.

You try to avoid him. Really, you do. But the way he’s sprawled out makes it impossible to not be against his body somehow, so you settle with your back facing him, curled onto your side in the space between his arm and leg, spread wide like a starfish. Your head isn’t even on a pillow.

The closeness is so much for you. You swear you feel his eyes on you, raking over your skin inch by inch.

And then he starts touching you. It’s almost timid at first and you try to ignore the way his forearm fucks up your hair, feigning sleep with all your might, but you can’t ignore it anymore when you feel his weight shift as he rolls toward you, other hand sliding onto your thigh.

He takes your stillness as permission. And he wraps his arm firmly around your waist and pulls your back to his chest, fully enveloping you in his embrace. There’s no escaping him now. You wiggle a bit, trying to see how tightly he’s got you, when he pulls you right back.

“Stop moving,” he mumbles, eyes closed but fully awake, “I’m sleeping.”

And he wraps his leg up and over both of yours and there’s no hope for you to move.

Kise, The Flirt

He doesn’t even try to hide the fact that he’s thrilled. Kise looks at you, eyes gleaming and warm with a big smile on his face and coos your little nickname and says, “isn’t it wonderful we get to spend the night together?”

You hate how his words clearly mean multiple things. And on cue, you feel warm and bashful as the meaning of his words wash over you. Honestly, it’s rude.

“Watch it, or you’ll sleep on the floor.”

He gasps, dramatically resting his hand on his chest as his eyes grow wide with disbelief and betrayal.

“You would make me sleep on the floor!?” He covers his face as your nickname rolls off his lips once more, “how could you?”

Like always, his performance has you fighting a grin, trying to bite and swallow it down but ultimately losing that battle as it pulls at your lips. He peeks at you with one eye before covering it once more with his hand.

“Oh, the humanity!” He cries, flopping on the bed.

And now, you’re laughing, dropping your bag by the foot of the bed and crawling up too, enticed by his playful nature.

“Calm down, drama queen, I won’t make you do that.”

Instantly, he brightens, sitting up and pulling your hands into his, allowing his fingers to close over yours with ease, dwarfing them.

“You’re so kind and so good,” he praises, bowing his head and pressing his forehead to your joined hands to show his gratitude.

But then his eyes change, and they grow sly and he smirks at you with a quirked brow and speaks.

“I can think of several ways to return the favor of your generosity. Let me show you.”

#seijuro Akashi #makoto hanamiya #ryota kise #kuroko’s basketball #knb #bee’s asks #bee loves gray

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