#akashi seijūrō

[mcverse]

Hey don’t know if your doing KNB anymore but-

Could you do HC’s on all the boys playing with readers hair? Like reader is having troubles sleeping or something and the boys just play with their hair?

✧ Type: HC

✧ Warnings: Hurt to comfort sorta, fluff everywhere, maybe ooc but it’s love man, slight crackhead energy if your squint, curses, not proof read/spelled checked

✧ Side Bar: You said or something so I did something ✨ joke aside I had so much fun with this if you can’t tell. Thanks for the req! this is actually safe for someone 17+ despite the warning for the rest of the blog

Credit: atamanrr on tt

— Akashi

College finals are coming around fast. And you were stressing out.

You weren’t like your brilliant boyfriend, who always guarantee he’ll come out on top every time.

You procrastinate, you mess up, and you forgot. The polar opposite of your King, it still puzzles you to this day why he wants you.

But disregarding all that, you still tried to study to make up for it and it helped a bit that he offered his aid. What a sweet man ugh.

Sort of. Not really.

While he looks completely in his element as he practice quiz himself, GETTING EVER ANSWER CORRECT, you were over it as you sat across from him.

Your lips were borderline bruised as you abused it throughout the session, running your fingers frustratingly through your hair as you feel stumped over a word problem.

Akashi notices, of course he does. He’s an observant person and an attentive boyfriend. It was clear that you needed a break but he knew how stubborn you could be.

So he sets his pen down, getting up to come around to where you are—all of which you don’t notice until he’s pulling you up and dragging you towards the crouch.

“Seijuro?” You question him when he casually drops on the cushions with a deep sigh, dragging you with him. He doesn’t say anything as he wraps his arms around your lower back and use his free hand to rake his fingers through your hair, albeit much less aggressive than you had, “Sei.” You try again, this time getting a reply.

“You need a break.” He says, never ceasing his movements. If anything he pulls you closer, so your flush against his body, your head on his chest, “No buts. It’ll still be there when you get back.” He adds when he sees you about to protest.

You hate when he’s right. Always at the worst times too. More than he’ll ever know, especially when he gets what he was aiming for easily. Your supposed to be independent.

Instead his stupid warmth was pulling you in, the light scraping of his nails that occasionally graze your scalp slowly putting you into a small trance.

You mumble a quick, barely audible, “Thank you,” as you drift into your first nap of the day. It’s a good thing when you miss the curve of his lips as he glance down at your peaceful expression, otherwise you’ll try and tease him endlessly.

“Anything for you, my empress/prince.”

— Aomine

This was hard for him. No it wasn’t because he can’t show affection. Aomine is actually very affection to his lady, maybe too much that it’s borderline manhandling. You don’t complain.

It’s hard for him because he really hates to see you beat yourself up, comparing yourself in the mirror to his magazines.

Sometimes he wish he never kept them, not liking how insecure you got. He knows they can’t compare to you and you know it too… you just can’t help yourself most days.

He feels guilty each time you tell him that it was okay to keep things like that since you were real and they weren’t. He didn’t deserve such understanding after causing your tears indirectly.

And so every time, Aomine waste zero time in wrapping his arms around you, crowding you so your face was buried in his chest.

“I know,” you whine, eyes wet with weightless tears and nose beginning to drip, but it was the least of both your worries, “I know I shouldn’t, but I can’t help it. They’re so pretty!” you squeeze around his waist, the very same you can barely reach around.

Aomine listens. He listens and watches every choke cry, every fragile wail, every doe and tearful eyed glance up at his face.

He didn’t bother to explain again that it wasn’t about them being pretty because he knew it would make it worst. He was smart enough to realize that.

It didn’t break his heart any less though. He’s not sure how many more these sessions he can take without getting rid of the whole stash.

Because nothing was really worth seeing you like this.

Aomine sighs through his nose, pushing your head back against his chest after you glance up at him one more time, running his fingers through your hair to smooth you; a method that always worked. He was anxious, despite his calming demeanor—you can hear it in his heart.

The same beat that lore you to close your eyes, clinging on to the man that brings up such insecurities unintentionally. When your shoulders slump, he picks up with your head now rested on his shoulder. He still doesn’t stop his movements in your hair as he takes you to the shared bedroom.

“It’s alright, baby,” he’ll mumble as he lays beside you with his arm under your head for support. His hands still wringing themselves in your hair, but occasionally drift to your caress your cheek as he watches you sleep, “I won’t make you feel like this again.”

He kept true to his word. Threw the whole stash away after waking up from the nap.

As much as he cared for those magazines, he cares about you more. He’d be damned if he let a fake thing mess up a good one.

— Kagami

You have been dating Kagami for a while, almost a year. So it was safe to say he has seen you in all the craziest states you can conjure up.

To name a few: days where you’re too lazy to wear makeup (makeup is genderless) , a few random hormonal pimples, fresh out the shower with your hair sticking to your head like the ring antagonist.

He’s seen it all.

He’s also dealt with your mini tantrums or mood changes that sometime went along with them. That’s what a partner is supposed to do. Take the good and the ugly, not one or the other.

This time was no different, you were getting ready to go out to the shopping center but ever since you woke up, your hair has not been cooperative.

This only led Kagami to assume you were frustrated, especially based on the loud huffs and weird growls you’ve been letting out.

He could hear your down the hall as he’s making a sandwich, cursing as you wrestle with your hair. It’s when you let out a loud ‘“Fucking stupid ass hair be submissive” did he enter your room.

“Babe, are you almost done?” He asks, even though he can see you aren’t, which earns a glare briefly sent his way before you focus back on your hair.

“Do I look done, babe?” You mock back.

There’s the attitude he loves.

Kagami didn’t get it. This was probably the most tame your hair has every looked but your fussing over one off section.

If anything… He’s putting down his sandwich and dusting his hands off with purpose.

“What are you doing?” You shout, watching a he stalks up behind you to rack his fingers through your hair. On a normal day this would be soothing, but he wasn’t doing it to help.

“Taiga, this looks fucking worst!” You whine, slapping his hand away as you stare, mouth agape at the mess he help create.

He simply grins, “I like it.”

“Please tell me that was the clean hand…”

He thinks you look hotter with messy hair. His favorite time of the day was morning because he got to see you first thing, hair wildly misplaced.

— Kise

It was supposed to be a leisure day. A simple day where you can stay inside to finally finish this new Netflix show called “sanctuary”, while not be judged for eating half a cake. Alone.

But then your fantasy is disrupted because your reminded your boyfriend was Kise, and he was never not clingy.

He shows up unannounced, as he always does with his “I miss you so much baby” type shit.

You were a little annoyed, just a little. Your day was all planned out, so it’s to be expected. Just as it was expected to know it won’t go that way due to Kise.

Reluctantly, you let him in because he was a little too upbeat and bright, compared to the darkness and coolness that your apartment gave.

There wasn’t really a different with Kise being there.

Except no personal space and him eating more of your cake then you, which might be a shocker but Kise only ever let’s loose with you.

You were his safe space, and he liked to return the favor, regardless of how little.

Kise was sitting up right on the sofa, while you were laying your head on Kise lap, both of you equally engrossed in the show, and still semi hungry after the cake was gone but too lazy to get up for something else.

You got startled when he subconsciously starts petting your head. Did he think your were a pet or something? But your thoughts were eased away when his petting turns into wringing his fingers through your hair, scratching pleasantly at your scalp from time to time.

There were moments he’ll twirl it around his finger like a little school girl being nervous around her crush. You thought it was really cute, so you had to voice it.

“You’re so cute, Ryo.” you blurt randomly. He still his movements, blinking before looking down at your with flushed cheeks,

“I didn’t do anything.” he says, resuming his movements.

“Even when you’re not doing anything, you’re crazy cute.”

“[Name] -cchi!”

— Kuroko

It was fall, how beautiful the colors change. It was a perfect temperature—in Japan. America was a whole different story, let’s not get into that though.

Anyway, it’s date night with Kuroko. Every Friday, like clockwork, unless something came up. Thankfully, it didn’t!

You both just got done eating at this new place you saw and of course, Kuroko had no complaints but didn’t finish his food.

Luckily, you guys got to take it to go without any extra charge. Now your both just casual strolling down the streets, hand and hand.

But then Kuroko was pulling you in a random direction, that you soon found out was a park.

“Testu?” you call to him, peering at him curiously. He only looks back at your for a second, and the warmth from his eyes was enough for you not to question any further.

He’s a really sweet boyfriend, ugh.

At some point during the walk, you saw a pretty tree that still somehow has a lot of leave on it and the colors were too gorgeous to pass up a photo.

Instead of taking a photo of just the tree, you told Kuroko to take a picture of you with it.

So there you were standing under the tree, posing awkwardly as people walk by and wait for your boyfriend to take the picture.

But he takes forever. He has the phone up, the app’s open but he just pauses as your pouting.

“Testu! Take the picture,” you whine, body going tense as you struggle to hold the pose. When it looks like he’s going to take the photo, he lowers the phone and walks over to you. That only confuses you more, “What are you doing?”

He’s reaching up to your face as you stare at him skeptically, but he skips your face and goes right to your hair, where he runs his finger through it, “You have something in your hair. It’ll ruin the photo.”

How considerate is he? A+++

You thank him, obviously, when he gets it out. And you thought that’s was the end of it, that he’ll finally take your picture.

No, Kuroko is still wringing his hand through your hair.

He’s smiling softly to himself, completely forgetting about the task at hand. It takes you clearing your throat to bring him back to earth. Even then, his hand doesn’t leave your hair. He just waits patiently for you to speak.

“The photo, Tetsuya?” you remind him, with a tilt of your head.

His mouth forms a “o” and he finally removes his hand, “Sorry. Your hairs really soft today.” He then walks back to where he was before, pointing the phone at you as if what he said didn’t make you red in the face.

— Murasakibara

The clock read 2 am when your staring up at the ceiling.

You were exhausted but your mind refused to let your rest.

The lie would be a big one if you said you didn’t know why. Despite your good day with nothing eventual happening, your brain found ways to nitpick always.

It was 2:54 when you decided you’ll have a late night snack, maybe watch some tv to lull you to sleep.

But it was 20 minutes later when your walking into the living room to see Murasakibara already on the couch and not in the bedroom where you left him.

Murasakibara isn’t a light sleeper, but he knows when something’s different despite being sleep. When he doesn’t feel you hugging his side, he lazily gets up to find you.

He finds you in the kitchen, making yourself a half pb&j sandwich. He immediately knows it’s one of those nights where you can’t sleep just from that.

Instead of letting his presence known, he goes to the couch and waits for you, already knowing if he did bother you that you’ll try and get him back to bed and leave again.

It’s almost comical seeing his big frame spread across a couch just a few inches too short for him.

“Atsu, you should be in bed.” You remind him, walking over to him. He looks up at your drowsily, a pout already playing at his lips.

“Hope you got enough for me too.” He ignores your statement, opening up the blanket you originally got to get comfy on the couch alone, “I’m hungry.”

You get confused at whether he was actually referring to food or you, after all, this situation happens often and the outcomes are unpredictable since it’s him.

Murasakibara sees your hesitation and grows impatient, instead reaching out to pull you to him and force you in the blanket himself.

“The food, Atsu!” Your protests fell on death ears, with you trying to keep it from getting trapped within the covers.

He opens his mouth and pulling you closer to him. One of his hands pushes your head to his chest and now he’s running his fingers through your hair as if to shush you from saying more, “Feed me.”

Your trying to pull away, but don’t prevail, “There isn’t enough for you, you giant!”

“Then I’ll just have to eat you.”

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[warabidakihime]

Between Buzzer Beaters and Love Letters

Characters: Akashi Seijuro x Reader Synopsis: Love is like a perfectly executed buzzer beater, defying the odds and capturing hearts in the most unexpected moments. It's a love letter penned with the ink of the soul, expressing emotions that words alone can't convey. Between buzzer beaters and love letters, our hearts dance to the rhythm of affection, reminding us that love is a game worth playing and a story worth writing.

A/N: believe me when i say that i daydream about this back in college lol so many reactors on youtube are watching knb, so my sparks for the show returned at full power. enjoy!

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In the aftermath of Seirin's victory at the Winter Cup finals, the basketball court buzzed with electric energy. The crowd erupted into cheers, players embraced in jubilation, and the air was thick with the sweet scent of success. Amidst the celebration, you, the team manager, found yourself caught up in the euphoria, standing at the center of it all.

Kuroko and Kagami, the dynamic duo who had spearheaded Seirin's triumph, were beaming with pride and exhilaration. Their radiant smiles mirrored the joyous atmosphere, infectious and impossible to resist. You couldn't help but join in, a surge of elation filling your heart as you hugged them tightly.

"We did it! We actually did it!" you exclaimed, unable to contain your excitement. "All our hard work paid off!"

Kuroko, ever composed, nodded with a small smile. "Yes, we gave it our all, and it paid off in the end."

Kagami, his adrenaline still coursing through his veins, laughed boisterously. "Hell yeah! We're the champions!"

Amidst the cheers and laughter, the bond between the three of you grew stronger. As the victory sank in, you realized just how much this team meant to you. They were more than just teammates; they were your friends and family. Together, you had overcome countless challenges and now stood at the pinnacle of high school basketball.

The court became a stage for shared stories, memories, and dreams. The euphoria of the moment seeped into every word, every smile, and every embrace. This was a time to savor the taste of victory and to revel in the camaraderie that had brought you all together.

Little did you know, this was only the beginning of a new chapter. The Winter Cup victory had opened doors to new challenges, new adventures, and perhaps even unexpected feelings.

As the celebration roared on, your eyes were drawn to Akashi Seijuro, standing alone in the midst of the jubilant chaos. His usually confident demeanor was replaced with an unfamiliar expression of shock and disbelief. It was evident that losing was a foreign concept to him, and the weight of defeat hung heavily on his shoulders.

Excusing yourself from the group, you made your way towards Akashi, curiosity burning in your chest. Kagami and Kuroko exchanged puzzled glances, unable to comprehend your sudden interest in someone you had previously shown distaste for. Kuroko, however, sensing the hidden emotions within you, offered a nod of encouragement, silently conveying his support.

Approaching Akashi, you could see the surprise flicker in his eyes as he noticed your presence. He seemed taken aback by your approach, not expecting anyone to reach out to him in this vulnerable moment.

"Congratulations on a well-fought match, Akashi," you said, offering a gentle smile.

Akashi's eyes met yours, searching for any hint of mockery or ill intent. Instead, he found sincerity and understanding, something he didn't anticipate. "Thank you," he replied, his voice carrying a mix of disbelief and resignation.

"I know this might be hard for you," you continued, your voice filled with empathy. "You've always been accustomed to winning. But it's in these moments of defeat that we grow the most."

Akashi's guard slowly lowered, realizing that you were not there to belittle him but rather to offer solace. "It's a bitter pill to swallow," he admitted, his voice tinged with a hint of vulnerability.

You nodded in understanding. "Sometimes, the greatest lessons come from our losses. It's an opportunity to reflect, to reassess our strengths and weaknesses, and to come back even stronger."

A moment of silence enveloped the two of you as the weight of the conversation sank in. It was a rare connection, borne out of unexpected circumstances, where walls were momentarily lowered, allowing for a genuine exchange.

Akashi's voice broke the silence. "You're right. This loss... it will serve as a reminder to keep pushing forward and to strive for greatness."

A soft smile played on your lips as you gazed at him. "After watching you play today and even during this whole tournament, I have no doubt you can bounce back."

Akashi's eyes met yours, a glimmer of gratitude shining through. "Thank you," he whispered, his voice barely audible.

As your conversation neared its end, you couldn't help but notice Akashi's captivating presence. The way his eyes held a depth that drew you in and the subtle curve of his lips that seemed to carry untold stories. In that moment, a realization washed over you, causing a soft blush to creep onto your cheeks.

The conversation concluded with an awkward silence settling between you. On the sidelines, Kagami and Kuroko discreetly observed, their curiosity piqued by the unexpected interaction. They exchanged glances, silently speculating on the nature of your conversation with Akashi.

The rest of the Seirin basketball team watched in awe; a mixture of surprise and curiosity danced in their eyes. They had witnessed the birth of an unlikely bond between their team manager and the enigmatic captain of the Generation of Miracles, unaware of the journey that awaited them both.

As the awkward silence lingered, you mustered up the courage to look at Akashi, your heart pounding in your chest. Biting your lip nervously, you felt a mix of nervousness and eagerness. Just as Akashi was about to excuse himself, you couldn't resist but call out to him again, your voice laced with a coy and flirty tone.

"Hey, Akashi," you said, your eyes locked with his. "I don't know when you're going to visit Tokyo again, but if you happen to drop by, maybe you should let me know. We could hang out or something. If you're free, of course."

Akashi's eyes widened in surprise, caught off guard by your boldness. However, his shock gradually dissipated, and a charming aura replaced his initial bashfulness. A dashing smile adorned his face as he gladly accepted your offer.

"I would be delighted," he replied, his voice carrying a hint of amusement. "Perhaps you could share your number, and we can make the necessary arrangements."

Your heart skipped a beat as Akashi asked for your number. With a shy smile, you exchanged contact information, the anticipation growing between you.

"I must admit," Akashi began, a playful glint in his eyes, "losing the game was a disappointment. However, stumbling upon someone as captivating as you, y/n, can certainly be counted as a delightful victory in its own right."

His words were laced with a charming jest, acknowledging the irony of the situation. A smile tugged at the corners of his lips, a subtle invitation to partake in the playful banter.

The comment caught you off guard, and a hint of blush painted your cheeks. His flirtatious demeanor was as unexpected as it was enchanting. Unable to resist the opportunity for a quick retort, you playfully responded, "Remember to thank your gods then."

With a gentle smile, Akashi's gaze met yours, a twinkle of amusement in his eyes. The unspoken understanding between you deepened, as if hinting at a future where the boundaries of competition and camaraderie blurred. The unexpected turn of events had created a unique connection, and the prospect of getting to know Akashi on a deeper level thrilled you.

After a few more exchanges of words, the conversation began to naturally wind down. Akashi excused himself, his attention being required by his coach. With a polite smile, he bids you farewell, leaving you momentarily stunned by the encounter.

As he walked away, his back straight and confident, you couldn't help but watch him with a mix of fascination and curiosity. The brief exchange had left an indelible mark, and you couldn't help but wonder what the future held for the two of you.

With a lingering smile on your face, you rejoined your friends, who were eagerly awaiting your return. Their eyes were wide with surprise, and their expressions were a mixture of shock, amusement, and curiosity. The moment they had witnessed between you and Akashi Seijuro had left quite an impression.

Kuroko, ever the calm and observant one, simply offered a small smile, his eyes twinkling with silent approval. "I didn't expect that, but it seems like you two had an interesting conversation," he commented softly.

Kagami, on the other hand, couldn't hide his astonishment. His jaw dropped, and he stared at you with a mix of disbelief and a touch of jealousy. "What the... Really, y/n? Akashi? When did this happen?" he blurted out, unable to contain his reaction.

Hyuga, the captain of the team, chuckled heartily, clapping you on the back. "Well, I'll be damned, y/n. I didn't know you had it in you to approach Akashi like that. I almost feel guilty for defeating your boyfriend."

Izuki, always one for wordplay, grinned mischievously. "Looks like you're taking 'shoot your shot' quite literally, y/n. I can't help but be impressed."

Kyoshi, the team's supportive and gentle player, chimed in with a warm smile. "That was brave of you, y/n."

As you were engrossed in the lively conversation with your teammates, you felt a gaze fixed on you. Instinctively, you turned your head, locking eyes with Akashi. His intense gaze met yours, and a small smile tugged at the corners of his lips.

Sensing the shift in the atmosphere, the Seirin team exploded in a chorus of exaggerated reactions. Some whistled playfully, while others nudged each other with raised eyebrows and knowing grins. Kagami, in particular, seemed ready to explode with a mix of disbelief and astonishment. You can even hear him mumble things like, "I didn't know you had a thing for psychopaths."

Riko finally chimed in amidst the commotion. "Alright, alright, settle down! Stop teasing y/n! We have to prepare for the award ceremony."

Amidst the playful banter and cheers from your teammates, you couldn't help but feel a surge of exhilaration. It was as if a new chapter had unfolded before your eyes, filled with possibilities and unspoken promises.

With a final glance back at your boisterous friends, you turned your attention fully to Akashi. And as you exchanged smiles, a mix of excitement and anticipation coursed through your veins.

The story between you and Akashi Seijuro was only just beginning, and with each passing moment, you were ready to discover what the future held.

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[lamnwar]

Gom + Hanamiya + Imayoshi with an s/o who has a big bust and is insecure about it? (Nsfw please~~)

Heeeyyyy 💕 omg LOVE that request because it's so relatable to me 😭 so this one is kinda self-indulgent and long bc I got really inspired lmaooo also as I said before, I don't write for Hanamiya so he's not in these hcs but I still hope you like it! <3

MDNI 18+

LOVE 'EM LIKE THAT // KNB Headcanons

Context: feeling insecure about your big bust? no worries!! your fav boy loves them <3 All characters are aged-up for plot purposes (18+).

Pairing: GOM + Imayoshi x busty gn! Reader

Warnings: nsfw so fondling, nipple play, nipple sucking, biting, mentions of sex, reader has breasts but gender is not specified! (yeeeaaah I went all out I'm a big titties enthusiast 😭)

AKASHI

Ok first how dare you feel insecure about any part of your body???

Akashi is so convinced that you are absolutely perfect and that every part of you is exactly how it's meant to be

Nothing, to his eyes, is too big or too small or anything of that sort! So naturally, Akashi believes that your breasts are exactly how they're meant to be

He understands, however, why you'd feel insecure about them

He's witnessed people oversexualizing you because of your chest and my boy doesn't fail to put them back to their place

He's a smart guy and despite the way that he personally feels, he knows that straight out telling you that you have no reason to be insecure won't help

So he figures that he should help you appreciate it!

Akashi buys you pretty necklaces because he says it makes your chest look absolutely elegant <3

He's got you one with an "S" for "Seijurō" and he's just in heavens seeing the little pendant fall on your chest!

He particularly like how it moves with each jiggle of your breasts when your having sex 🤭

If you like lingerie, Akashi spares no expense and buys you the prettiest bras!

Doesn't matter if it's tedious to find actually beautiful bras for bigger sizes, he finds them and he buys them for you

And when you wear them for his eyes only, oh my...

He's a well-conceited dude, but he can't help but ravish at the sight

He loves to hold your big tits in his hands, massaging them ever so delicately

And he litters them with kisses, telling you how much he loves them

"They're so gorgeous, you know? Just like you, my love"

It's guaranteed the moment you two are having sex that your insecurities disappear

No one is as good as Akashi when it comes to loving your body <3

Like if he could make a painting of them, he would!

MIDORIMA

Midorima deals with his loved ones' insecurities in a rather indirect way

He's heard you talk about how bad you feel sometimes for being so busty and how you wish you had smaller boobs

He's seen your face when those cute tops that everyone wears can't fit on you

But he's never said anything about it, so you'd think he doesn't understand or worse, he doesn't care

Oh but you're wrong though!

My boy Shintarō is observant, so he doesn't say much anyways

But then you'll come home and he'll sit you on his lap and just look at you

Scanning your body with his cunning green eyes as you blush, and he'll let his slander fingers pull your top up

And you'll sit here, flustered as he hums, tracing the shape of your tits

"It's foolish to be insecure, sweetheart, these are just as they should be"

He'll say these words as he cups them in his big hands, thumbs grazing your erected nipples

And he'll go ahead, sucking on them and looking up at your face as you let out soft moans

"See? Sensitive just as they should be"

And he'll caress them, ever so often squeezing them harshly just to get a loud gasp out of you

"Soft, just as they should be"

And he'll see himself get hard not from the playing with your tits, but from seeing that pleasure on your face

"I told you, nothing to be insecure about, sweetheart"

KISE

Kise refuses to accept an universe in which his s/o is insecure about any part of their body!

So he's very vocal about it, he tells you everyday that he loves your body

He sometimes gets very passionate, even going to the length of ranting about it for long minutes

"Trust me baby, you're gorgeous! You're busty, so what? I love your big tits, baby, they're crafted by the gods, you hear me?!"

Don't you dare pull your neckline because you're showing too much cleavage! Kise thinks you're beautiful as you are and he won't let you hide your beautiful body in any way

It lowkey gets annoying lol

His favourite way of showing you how much love you and your big bust deserve is by taking pictures of you!

You heard me, Kise occasionally snaps pictures of his gorgeous s/o and their beautiful, big breasts

And if you dare cover them, he'll slap your hand away

He even takes a selfie of him resting his head on them

"See baby, they're perfect!" He grins as he shows you the lewd pictures he's taken

And it's not just dramatic words and action! In the simpliest ways, too, Kise shows the appropriate love to your bust

Ever so often glides his hands under your shirt to fondle them, his hot breath in your ear

"So great, baby... love these big titties of yours. No need to hide them, alright? Everything about you is just perfect."

He loves to suck on them, leaving open mouth kisses all over <3

He just loves to caress them, holding them as he thrusts into you and watches your body with stars in his eyes

"You're my pretty one, don't forget it"

AOMINE

Ok ok so Aomine is a special case because being with him at first might have made you more insecure

You knew the guy loved big boobs, he's never been subtle about it

And if technically you had what he liked, you feared at first that he'd be disappointed by your chest

It's not perfectly round and tight like the ones on the girls he's seen in magazines and other pornographic media

Yours sags and jiggles, it's natural but you've known way too many men who can't accept the real look of naturally big breasts

So you got particularly insecure when you started dating Daiki

However, you were quick to realize that you had no reason to be

Everything that you hated about your tits – the size, the shape, the way they sit on your chest – is EXACTLY what he loves about them

The first time you pulled your shirt up and let him see your tits, Aomine was mesmerized by the way they dropped out

He's absolutely in love with them (and you <3)

Oh god, does he love how squishy they are!!

And the way they jiggle

Literally moans when he sees them move with his thrusts

Even fucks you harder just to see them bounce

Squeeze them hard from time to time, absolutely feral for them

"Fuck pretty, those are insane!"

Always finds his way to be under your shirt, fondling them, squeezing them, sucking on your pretty nipples

He's so obsessed with them omg he even gets them sore from all the attention he gives them 😭

At this point you have no choice but to accept that, in your boyfriend's eyes, your tits are the best thing ever

Works you towards loving them as much as he does

To the point where you even take the initiative sometimes to give him a boob job

It drives him CRAZY omggg

He loves to see his cock drag in and out between your big titties

Always makes him cum instantly hihi

Talking of which, he's got a peculiar way of showing his love for your titties by occasionally cumming on them

"Shit, pretty... god bless you're so perfect"

Yeah, basically makes you less insecure about them by loving them enough for the two of you <3

MURASAKIBARA

Weirdly enough, I believe Murusakibara to be be the most understanding of your insecurity

He's lived his whole life being above average in size, so he kinda gets you for the way you feel about your bust

He knows how annoying it is to attract unwanted attention and have everyone oggle at you because you're not built like most

So when you voiced out your insecurities, he's got you!

And since he knows how it is, he helps you out of it

For him, the key is acceptance: you don't need to love what you're insecure about, you just need to be ok with its existence

So he'll tsk when you try to cover them up or when you feel like changing your top because you think it's too tight

He'll show you that one very intricate bra with an insane cleavage and ask you, "why don't you wear this one more often, hm?"

The funny thing with him is that he's kinda indifferent to the size of your chest

Honestly, nothing is too big for a guy like him, so he acts with no particular regard for your bust size

Except maybe putting his snacks on them when you're sitting together watching tv

Dude got himself a nice table, so he's gonna use it 😭

He touches them in such a nonchalant way too

Oh! Gotta mention though, how good it feels that his hands are big enough so your boobs fit almost entirely (if not entirely) in them!

It's the kind of thing that makes you feel a bit normal about your big tits, so you insist sometimes to have him holding them for you

And he doesn't complain, he quite likes it!

Squeezing them to destress

"These are fun, sweets"

Definitely leaves a shit ton of love bites on them! As much as he seems indifferent about your tits, he loves to take them in his mouth

Loves to suck and bite them the most! Leaves your chest covered with his saliva and doesn't give a fuck about it

Atsushi is a 100% the kind to randomly get his head in your shirt and nibble on your skin for his own entertainment

And when you start breathing heavily and whimpering at his ministrations, he'll look at you with the most indifferent look, head peeking between your tits

"Something's wrong, y/n-chi?"

Doesn't even let you reply before he keeps gnarling on them, leaving small purple bruises everywhere on your tits!

IMAYOSHI

LISTEN. He may be a bit of a fucker, but he's got empathy

Seeing his s/o insecure about a part of their body, he makes it his life mission to resolve that issue

Personally speaking, he doesn't care about chest size, so the fact that you're busty is the least of his worries

But it's an issue to you, though, and he can't let you live like that!

Imayoshi's solution is exposure therapy

He's gotta make you face your chest, he needs you to see them as he does

And he'll do it in... questionable ways, indeed, but it does work (somehow?)

He might suddenly lift your shirt up while you're cuddling, leaving you confused while he chuckles in your neck

"Now now, darling... I just wanna see these pretty things"

And can you say no, when he's so good at teasing them?

He LOVES tugging on your nipples, twisting them a bit just to get to hiss and swear at him

And as much as you hate him for playing with you like that, you do love what he's doing

And he takes it to another extreme, sitting you in front of the mirror, chest bare

Hand on your jaw, forcing you to watch your reflection as he mutters in your ear

"Look at them, pretty, don't you dare looking away"

So here you sit, getting to look at that part of you that makes you so nervous for such a long time that it slowly starts to change your gaze on them

And Imayoshi's not done there

He takes your hands, putting them on your chest and giving you just one, simple instruction

"Go ahead, play with them"

You're stunted at first but you slowly start doing what he's asked you to, and the more you go, the more you feel different

From embarrassement to arousal, seeing yourself in a whole new light while he sits beside you, a cunning smile on his lips

That's exactly what he wants, for you to change your perspective on yourself

That body of yours, though he's not one to admit it, is irrestible

Every part of it, meant to be loved, touched, played with

And when he gets you to do it to yourself, you have no choice but to love it too

After a while, he'll swat your hands away and replace them with his, looking at you in the mirror

You can't help but keep your eyes on your chest, on the way it looks in his hold, at his mercy

And you blush, tempted to look away but unable to do so, because you enjoy it

You enjoy the way Imayoshi toys with your tits, making them feel less like a burden to you

"Still insecure, darling?" he laughs softly "of course not, these marvelous tits of yours are nothing to be insecure about"

#here you go love <333 #hope you like it hihi #i had so much fun with these hcs!!! #thank you for the request :) #knb #kuroko no basuke #gom #akashi seijūrō #midorima shintaro #kise ryota #aomine daiki #murasakibara atsushi #imayoshi shouichi #knb x reader #knb smut #knb hcs #knb headcanons #akashi smut #midorima smut #kise smut #aomine smut #murasakibara smut #imayoshi smut

[t0t0m0]

It’s been 7 years and I still ship them  ｡ﾟ(TヮT)ﾟ｡

#akafuri #Akashi Seijūrō #furihata kouki #T0M0log #AAAAAAAAA OMG BACK IN MY OLD ACCOUNT I DREW THESE TWO SO MUCH AASHJGSDJFHG NOW IM BACK TO POSTIN EM AGAIN UEUEUEUUE

[deargravity]

love akashi so bad. that's my pookie, my stack of sunshine, my beloved cat. i will defend him to the ends of the earth. i will burn a house down on someone for speaking ill of him. i will bombastic side eye, criminal offensive side eye anyone who calls him "scary" or "cold" or reduces him into a caricature of his grandiosity because he is so much more than that and, in fact, he is actually quite the opposite of it.

he's been distanced so much from people his age because of constantly being raised in a state of vigilance and absolute perfection that prevents him from showing weakness or vulnerability even in his relationships because he's associated it with punishment but he wants to be approachable, to be seen as less intimidating. when he's dissociated into his second self, he's masking (unconsciously or consciously, who knows) because even though he may be intimidating, he is safe behind this superficial mask of superiority and perfection, he is untouchable, but as soon as it shatters, the very real fear of being abandoned by his friends comes crashing in - he just wants to keep playing basketball, on this court where it is his domain, where his father can't reach him and where he's closest to his mom. the very identity that he was hiding behind, to protect himself, is his greatest weakness. it's ironic that his second self is meant to be an image of absolute strength that maybe would have, in his eyes, made him worthy of companionship but all it does is contribute to it falling apart.

i think he is just a boy who has gone through way too much all by himself and has known no other way to experience the tragedies and obstacles in his life. he's learned he has to work to be worthy of his father's love, that love - his life - is a privilege meant to be earned rather than an experience to be created and shared. i could write so much more on how the visible power deferential between akashi and the rest, as well as the literal distance akashi puts between himself and them was meant to be adaptive, to protect his mask, but then became maladaptive - there is just so much to say about this but i could go on forever and i don't want to do that here.

he is just my boy and i love him dearly and no one understands him the way i do.

#knb #akashi seijūrō #akashi seijuro #akashi seijirou #kuroko no basket #kuroko's basketball #to each their own interpretation #maybe i should write some kind of character study fic one day

[hunterxmilo]

All the babies are here and ready to play! Can Kuroko and Kagami win their way to the top to face the Emperor? Only time will tell!

#kagakuro #kurokaga #aokise #kuroko tetsuya #kagami taiga #aomine daiki #kise ryouta #Midorima Shintarou #Murasakibara Atsushi #Akashi Seijūrō #kuroko #kagami #aomine #kise #midorima #murasakibarsa #akashi #knb babies #kuroko no basket babies #knb #kuroko no basket #knb fanart #kuroko no basket fanart #kagamixkuroko #kurokoxkagami

[xiaomainlmao]

Summary- Akashi Seijuro, the man with a split personality, meets a person who has no personality. Basically, Dissociative Identity Disorder vs Depersonalization-derealization disorder.

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Trauma.

No matter how big or small, it's the one main thing that can lead to personality disorders.

And no matter how dull your eyes looked when he forced you to look up, he knew that there was something behind your irises that resembled what he sees in his own reflection in the mirror.

Akashi Seijuro, the first year student council president, captain of the Rakuzan basketball team, the man feared by everyone in the school including his seniors. It was near impossible to surprise him, he seemed unfazed by everything.

And yet, his heterochromatic eyes were dilated. He stared into your own eyes, which showed no signs of any emotion whatsoever- no fear, no respect, not even surprise when he suddenly shoved your shoulder and forced you to look towards him.

He was tired of how you only responded to his words with a simple "mhm" as you did whatever reasonable job was asked of you. He was annoyed that you didn't show him the same level of respect as everyone else did in your class. And he was frustrated with how you just seemed to not care about his presence.

He needed answers.

And he did get answers, without you having to say anything.

"Tch," he walked away.

He had an urge to talk to you, be around you and find out exactly what lead you to be like this, just so he could feel like there's at least someone out there who would understand him. But he suppressed his urges.

He'd hear Oreshi's voice every once in a while, suggesting Bokushi to open up a bit, but as long as it was Bokushi in control, Akashi Seijurou would never let his pride fall.

"Maybe if I lose, if that ever happens." he'd scoff in reply, as he looked at himself when he washed his face before heading to bed. "If that ever happens..."

The Winter Cup was just around the corner. And as expected, Rakuzan made it to the finals without breaking a sweat. People from their school were there in the stadium, cheering them on throughout the matches, but Akashi noticed that there were also some who stopped showing up after a couple matches.

And he wouldn't have been bothered by it if you weren't one of them. All he wants was acknowledgement from someone like him, and yet here he is, facing off against his former teammates, knowing they wouldn't understand everything that runs through his mind.

Bokushi and Oreshi truly were like two sides of a coin, opposite but cannot live without each other. They were half of a whole of what made Akashi. But that also caused him to be confused about his own feelings. While both seeked attention, Oreshi wanted it to be out of understanding, while Bokushi wanted respect. Prideful was Bokushi but with a considerate Oreshi in the way, Akashi couldn't help but get swayed away often.

In the end, Rakuzan lost to Seirin in the Winter Cup. Bokushi accepted his loss as Oreshi was free to be in control again.

"What happened to your hair?"

Akashi found himself in front of you. He hadn't given it much thought, letting his instincts, his need, drive him this once.

He seemed to have changed a lot. But you on the other hand, seemed the same as ever as you sat there, alone, in the school courtyard, your lunch on your lap. That same, expressionless expression...

"Listen, I just want to talk."

"Oh, is this you letting go of your pride?" you took a bite of your food. "Wow, what happened?"

"Just thought of changing some things up. I hardly doubt that's abnormal."

You just hummed in response and continued staring into the distance. Akashi was feeling nervous. This is the one time he's willing to let go of his pride, so he better utilize it to the fullest. "Do you mind if I join you?"

"Sure, this spots empty anyway."

"What about your friends?"

"They're probably eating together, somewhere. I don't know, and I don't really care. All I want is to look at that bird nest over there."

Akashi followed your finger to the bird nest, where two baby birds sat, cuddling up to a much bigger bird. Then he looked back at you and the way your eyes were glimmering at the sight.

Huh, maybe you do show some emotions. And, if he were being completely honest, then even his eyes were probably glimmering at the sight. It was pretty peaceful after all.

"Say, Akashi-san, do you have an interest in the concept of 'still life'? It may seem boring to some, but it can bring a lot of peace to some others."

"I haven't heard too much about it, but would love to know more. Please do continue, yn."

Most of Akashi's conversations included work. To be able to talk about something so casual was a bit foreign to him, but he certainly didn't mind it. He hadn't realized how easy it was for him to get along with you. Was it because he'd grown used to your unfazed nature towards him and and his position? Was it because he realized that being seen as just another person isn't so bad after all? That he doesn't always need to assert his superiority as he was told to by Bokushi and his father?

Healing is conditional. It takes time and the right people. And maybe, choosing to be here with you might be his first step.

He's not sure whether this is Oreshi's consideration or Bokushi's pride, but he doesn't even want think about it, because right now, he's sure of one thing.

He wants to help you both get through whatever together.

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#akashi seijuro #akashi seijuro x reader #knb fluff #knb x reader #kuroko no basket #akashi x reader #akashi seijuurou x reader #knb fanfic #the basketball which kuroko plays #akashi seijūrō #akashi seijuurou #kuroko's basketball #akashi #knb #kuroko no basuke #knb headcanons #kuroko no basquet

[rixxxen]

couldnt get this outta my head cos knb rlly is just kagami + kuroko vs kuroko’s exs

#kuroko no basket #taiga kagami #kuroko tetsuya #kagakuro #daiki aomine #midorima shintarou #ryota kise #murasakibara atsushi #akashi seijūrō #scott pilgram vs the world #knb

[art-of-firefly]

I was looking for pics of Momoi in my Kuroko's basket replace + mangas i thought i could share this for those who didn't read it

The two other managers of Teiko basketball team. Atsuko (Momoi calls her A-chan) and Miki (Mi-chan)

They didn't have a lot of screentime so it's nice to have a colored official art of them.

We don't have many infos about them, but we know Atsuko had a crush on Aomine because of the way he plays basketball. And Miki was in love with Akashi (or the middle school equivalent of love). She was super excited to talk to A-chan and Momoi about any interactions she had with him, it was really cute. Like the time she was carrying stuff for the club (coming back from a store if i believe) and he saw her and carried it for her.

Both were a little afraid of Nijimura, he was a delinquant in the past, during his first year, and got into a lot of fights. He stopped when he became captain of the team, before the GoM arrived at Teiko, but he was still frightening when he got angry (mostly at Haizaki)

#knb #kuroko no basket #kuroko's basketball #akashi seijuurou #momoi satsuki #aomine daiki #akashi seijuro #teiko #i never know which tag i should use for akashi #akashi seijurou #akashi seijuuro #technically it should be #akashi seijūrō #nijimura shuuzou #knb thoughts

[groundzerosgirlfriend]

A Girl on A Boy's BasketBall Team

Chapter 1: A Meeting With Red & Blue

E/n- Enemy Name

"There's nothing wrong with wanting to be the best right?"

"If anything it's in our genetic coding as humans."

"Strive for the best and you'll become the best."

Bright florescent gym lights that leave you partially blind, obnoxious tennis shoes squealing and squeaking as they slide and glide across the freshly waxed floor, the smell of sweat and B.O from teenage girls that desperately try to forget it exists by drowning it with overly flowery perfume and wayyy to minty gum, the crash of the rim as another basket is made scoring 2 more points, it's all so tantalizing.

So why? Why am I currently being yelled at by my coach, as my "teammates" whisper and jeer at me in the corner of the gym? Those sluts, with their toothpaste ad smiles and their gold flaked nails I'll show them who to laugh at when I dunk on their asses. They aren't even fucking good at the game, they only play for attention, to scared to break a nail or even to much of a sweat.

"This is the 3rd backboard your daughter has broken in a month." Your coach grumbles bitterly, fidgeting her foot up and down on the maple floor planks "The school really can't afford to keep replacing these monthly. 

"Can't we jus' send a check to the school to replace the backboards." Your mother suggests boredly, as she pulls out a spare checkbook from her pocket scribbling numbers and scrolling through her phone simultaneously.

"Well it's not only that... your daughter she's an awful team player, she refuses to pass the ball to anyone else, all her teammates feel neglected on the court" Your coach backs away, her eyes longing yet, hesitantly rejecting the check your mother is waving towards her in her hand."But their winning right." Your father queries, cutting your coach's complaints short. "My princess's team is bringin' home the gold every time." Your dad rubs the top of your head playfully smushing your hair in the process as you whine and stomp for him to quit it. He obliges to your request of course, but not smacking you lightly on the back of your neck causing you to jump away from him.

"How many points did you score in practice today hunnie." Your mom scribbles more numbers on the checkbook paper after examining it again. "38 points mum." You fiddle with the hem of your jersey shirt nervously already knowing what to expect.

Your mother gives you "the glance" and clicks her teeth, not in disappointment you've come to understand, but more so in encouragement. "You can do better than that hunnie."

"Your mother is right princess, we need at least 50 points per session practice or not." Your father hands you 38 dollars from his brown leather wallet tucked away in his back pocket, to which you gladly accept. "Yeah I know, but it ain't my fault Coach, wouldn' let me play at all." You point your finger and blame accusingly at your Coach, who's face has begun to morph into annoyance from being ignored and spoken over.

"No excuses hunnie." Your mother places phone down and digs her free hand into her purse to hand you 38 dollars as well. "Fine..." You place the two sets of money in your wallet and groan slipping it into your sports bra. "Moving on ladies."

Your father breaks the tension in the area with his signature grin. "My princess will see you tomorrow right at practice right Coach." Your father gives the woman an even toothier grin along with a smooth chuckle, causing your "teammates" to swoon in unison, as he takes the check from his wife. "We'll jus' drop this off at the front desk and take our leave."

 "Coach did you tell 'em yet."

"The team is ready to start practice again." A snobbish voice is heard from behind your Coach. She averts her eyes nervously and rubs her hands together. "I'm letting them know right now E/n."

 "Oh, hi Mr. and Mrs. L/N." A girl with long silver hair tied in a high ponytail with a black ribbon strides over to your Coach standing beside her confidently. Her hands were placed sassily on her waist, hiding a mischievous smirk. She shoots daggers through her eyes at you for a moment as you both make eye contact, and quickly turns to smile sweetly at your Coach and parents. "Well hurry, we're all ready to finish the quarter." 

"Let us know what?" Your mother questions, as you hand your schoolbag over to your father, who willingly takes it. Your coach clears her throat awkwardly, the whole room becoming deathly quiet. Slowly, you rummage through your mother's handbag for a stick of gum, placing the wrapper back into her bag.

She gives you another "glance" this time more fed up, and snaps her fingers rapidly. "What were you lettin' us know Coach." Your mother slides a pair of encrusted shades onto her face.

"We have places to be, my daughter needs a new pair of sneakers for next week's game and has a photoshoot in a few hours."

"Your daughter's off the team." Your coach says bluntly, as you hear E/n and the entire team snicker. "What the hell are you sayin' Coach." The dribbling of a basketball in your hand starts, as you raise an eyebrow at your coach waiting on a response. "All of your teammates think your a selfish player Y/N, and I'd rather lose one player rather than the whole team."

"So until you can prove that your ready to treat this team and I with some respect and sportsmanship you're off the team."

"Tch, really Coach is that how it is." "You're gonna' get rid of your most valuable player." The ball your dribbling rolls away from you, and E/n snatches it, spinning it around on her pointer finger, a fake sense of disappointment that you can detect from a mile away radiating from her voice.

"Maybe you shouldn't have been so selfish angel~." You ball your fists in pure anger, hissing your teeth loudly. "Don't call me that you skank." Your father rests a hand on your shoulder "Calm down princess."

"But father I-" Your sentence is cut short. "Let it be, if your off the team, it's final." Your mothers says bluntly, as a lump forms in your throat and you excuse yourself outside. You swing the gym doors open, ignoring the cruel headache inducing laughs of your teammates.

And in a fit of rage you punch a wall over and over, the jagged surface bruising your knuckles. "It's not fair." "Not fair." "Not fair." Not fair." You mumble repeatedly, turning around and leaning against the wall you had just finished assaulting.

You slump down onto the floor and bury your head in your arms. "Why do it matter, if I'm a team player or not." "They shoulda been grateful I was on they shitty ass team anyway." "That stupid skank E/n, has nothing better to do obviously." You hear the crunching of gravel as footsteps approach you and quickly you assume them to be your parents, but blinded by anger, you don't look up from your self-pity.

Two presences tower over you as you sit huddled in a ball, rudely snap at the figures. "What the hell do y'all want, I don't need no lecture or nothin'" "It's obvious yall didn't mind lettin' me get kicked of the team so go away."

"You've got the wrong people." A voice scoffs. Even more annoyed, you look up to see a tall and muscular red-headed man? His aura is quite intimidating as he looks down at you. "I'm not supposed to talk to older men." You bury your head in your arms once again.

"What the hell!" "I'm a teenage boy, do you not see the uniform." He grabs your hand and places it on his school uniform. "Whateva.. and tell your friend to stop standin' behind me like a weirdo." You pull your hand away and pick yourself up off the ground and turn around to see a pale boy with light blue hair.

"You noticed I was behind you." The blue-haired boy speaks quietly, his straight face matching his tone of voice. "Of course I did, you ain't Casper the ghost or sum shit." You look at him confused "I think I'm jus' gonna go, yo crazy asses."

"Before you do, why were you crying and punching that wall." The blue haired boy asks you. Your cheeks heat up in embarrassment, realizing that they saw your tantrum a few minutes ago. "Can we go know, I'm starving." The red haired "boy" grumbles obviously bored, as the blue haired questions you.

"In a second." The soft voice protests, waiting for your response. "I don't tell strangers my personal life." You raise an eyebrow suspiciously. "Well my name is Tetsuya Kuroko and that over there is Taiga Kagami, we're both middle schoolers from Seirin High."

"Dude don't tell random chicks my name." The red boys yells at him, as you look at him a bit skeptically, squinting your eyes. "You sure his ass is in highschool, blink twice if you need help." Kuroko cracks a soft grin.

"No, no he's a teenager." Kuroko reassures softly, causing you to sigh softly as you sit back in the ground where you were previously. "That's good, thought the old man was gonna kidnap me or something." Kagami yells at you again, as he rants about how he's not an old man. 

All you do is grin at him, until he gets bored and rolls his eyes ready to walk away. "Whatever, Kuroko let's go I'm starving." Kuroko nods and hold his hand out towards you. "You wanna join you look like you could use it."

A little stunned by his kindness your cheeks flush as you shrug "Why not, what's the harm in it."  As you grab his soft hands and follow the red and blue haired duo along, Kagami insists that Kuroko shouldn't have brought you along and that's he not an old man.

You can't help it, their chaotic energy is contagious so much so that you grin the whole walk.

So if anyone's to blame it should be these two.

Nobody should have let you meet red and blue.

#knb x reader #seirin #akashi seijūrō #knb kuroko #kuroko no basuke x reader #kagami taiga #knb kagami #knb fluff #knb x y/n #knb taiga x reader #knb kuroko x reader #kuroko x reader #midorima x reader #midorima shintaro x reader #murasakibara x reader #kise ryouta #knb murasakibara #aomine x reader #knb aomine #kuroko no basket

[chifuya]

Kuroko No Basket ☆ "Zero Step" MV

10th Anniversary

#kuroko no basket #knb #knbedit #knbgraphics #fysportsanime #dailyanime #fyanimegifs #murasakibara atsushi #akashi seijūrō #kuroko tetsuya #kise ryōta #aomine daiki #shintaro midorima #chifuya #my gifs

[chireila]

teiko kids should have an autobiography book called "shit we do as junior high schoolers 'cuz we are the generation of miracles except people think highly of us as if we were emperors (that's true though) but honestly we just wanna vibing around"

the author? daiki, of course.

[written in katakana]

#kuroko no basket #kuroko's basketball #teikou chuugakkou #teikou junior high #kiseki no sedai #generation of miracles #nijimura shuuzou #haizaki shougo #akashi seijūrō #kise ryōta #aomine daiki #midorima shintarou #murasakibara atsushi #kuroko tetsuya #momoi satsuki #let them be happy please they've had a lot on their plate in such young age #doing normal things that are considered wtf moments for others (looking back at knb drama cd ft. atsushi) #daiki might write the literal description and going honest with it #the most truest autobiography #i would like to buy one fr

[seizuki]

Akashi doesn't know what cup noodle is?!

#akashi seijuro #akashi seijurou #akashi seijūrō #kuroko no basket #kuroko no basquet #kuroko's basketball #knb #fanart #incorrect #Teiko #art

[lamnwar]

MASTERLIST

All NSFW work has been properly labelled as mature content in accordance to Tumblr's community guidelines; I'll still specify for minors not to interact (MDNI 18+). All NSFW work is done with aged-up characters (even when not explicitly specified). ALSO please read the warnings before proceeding thank you :)

HEADCANONS ♡

SFW

Various

THE KNB CHARACTERS’ GO TO DRINK // (an alcoholic’s) headcanons

Part 1 | Part 2

A SOAPY STORY // KNB Headcanons

TALL AND GORGEOUS // KNB Headcanons

BLUSHING AND STUTTERING // KNB Headcanons

KNB CHARACTERS AS BENDERS // KNB Headcanons

AREN'T THEY LOVELY? // KNB Headcanons

SWEET DREAM, MY LOVE // KNB Headcanons

IN MORPHEUS' ARMS // KNB Headcanons

ALWAYS BETTER WITH YOU // KNB Headcanons

WISER (OR NOT) // KNB Headcanons

HEY THERE, LITTLE THING // KNB Headcanons

わからない - 我不知道 // KNB Headcanons

HAPPILY EVER AFTER // KNB Headcanons

Aomine

HOLD ME FOREVER // Aomine Headcanons

THE BEST BOY // Aomine Headcanons

Kise

THE BEST BOY // Kise Ryōta Headcanons

Imayoshi

TALL AND GORGEOUS // Imayoshi Shouichi Edition

NSFW

Various

YOU KNOW I'M BIG // KNB Headcanons

LOVE 'EM LIKE THAT // KNB Headcanons

GETTING CAUGHT // KNB Headcanons

FICS ♡

SFW

Various

I Can't Remember // KNB Characters x gn! Reader

Aomine

Stargazing // Aomine Daiki x Reader

Fine Line // Aomine Daiki x Reader

We’re just hanging // Aomine Daiki x Reader

Flowers // Aomine Daiki x Reader

It's you, dummy // Aomine Daiki x Fem! Reader

Midorima

Sunkissed // Midorima Shintarō x Fem! Reader

Akashi

Clueless Little You // Akashi Seijurō x Fem! Reader

Curious Thing // Akashi Seijurō x gn! Reader

Always There For You // Akashi Seijurō x gn! Reader

Murasakibara

Loss and Win // Murasakibara Atsushi x Fem! Reader

Kiyoshi

Summer Rains // Kiyoshi Teppei x Fem! Reader

Forever? // Kiyoshi Teppei x Reader

Kagami

It just makes sense // Kagami Taiga x Reader

Doubts // Kagami Taiga x Fem! Reader

Nijimura

When Our Spring Comes // Nijimura Shuzo x fem! Reader

NSFW

Aomine

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Ryōta is your sun <3

The 3 things Taiga loves!

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Flustered and horny! Midorima

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[tenkasato]

The Boy with a Golden Eye

Scenario: You’ve been dating Akashi for a while now, and you’ve never thought you’d meet his other self again. In the Jabberwock tournament, no less.

Pairing: Akashi Seijuro x reader

Well—this was a tough to write. Akashi’s condition seems a little challenging to put to accurate words. Anyhow, apologies for the long wait. Here is Kabedon!Akashi part 3. I tried to write this in a manner where new readers can enjoy this even without reading the first parts (Part 1, Part 2)Thank you for all your suggestions and comments! ^^

Where are you?

Akashi Seijuro is distracted.

“Hey!”

Amidst the screams of the crowd and the succinct yells of his teammates, he couldn’t summon the otherworldly concentration he could usually call on the whim. He eyes Aomine, his hand raised to signal, and effortlessly throws in the ball.

The ball makes contact with Vorpal Sword’s ace, the sound of rubber slapping against flesh making a loud echo. He leaps into the air, levitates and navigates through the air until the ball slams home.

The point is rewarded with a boisterous cheer from the audience. Kise slaps Aomine’s shoulder, whilst the others raise their fists in celebration. Yet, despite the adrenaline pumping through his veins, Seijuro couldn’t help but shed another glance towards the stands.

Where are you?

......

You’re here.

Unbeknownst to him, you’re already standing outside the stadium, albeit with clenched fists.

You and Akashi are dating. 

Your heart soared with child-like glee at the mere thought. Your younger self would’ve been seething in jealousy. 

But then comes… the dilemma. 

“There are two of me,” that’s what he said.

You didn’t get it very much, your mind running along the lines of, ‘does double personality even work that way?’. You wanted Akashi to elaborate. Or at least shed some light to that secret he wasn’t quite willing to share just yet.

However, despite his insistence of explaining when the right time comes, you knew deep in your own thoughts that you understood.

You saw Akashi Seijuro.

And you also saw Akashi Seijuro.

“Come to the game tomorrow,” Akashi said as he offered his hand to carry your bag.

“Really?” you replied airily as you hooked your bag behind your shoulder and grabbed his hand instead. “I always come to your games without your invitation, for Pete’s sake.”

Akashi grinned at that, squeezing your hand a little. “Perhaps you could meet again—with the other me whom you first met before.”

You blinked. “What?”

“The game tomorrow might require me to use the Emperor Eye, an ability which belongs to my other self. This is a good opportunity—”

“Hold that thought,” you interjected, taking your hand back to rub your temple. “I’m so confused, Akashi-kun.”

“I know,” he sighed. “And that is why it would be a perfect opportunity to talk things out as well.”

“Will you even have time to spare in between games though?”

“I will make time,” he assured. 

It was the way he smiled that disturbed you the most—a gorgeous one, like the usual ones he graciously indulges you with every time he sees you. But this one looked bruised. Troubled. And brittle.

Because of that, you tiptoed between fear and yearning. You stand in front of the entrance of the stadium. You hear the buzzer. The screams. The squeaking of shoes. 

You think of one Akashi Seijuro, his fragile smile, his pair of ruby eyes.

Sometimes, you’d dream of those beautiful eyes, his left occasionally flecked with gold.

You steel yourself forward. Instantly, you catch sight of the white jersey with a number four printed on his back. And just like those magical moments in the movies you loved watching, the second your feet touch with the ground, he turns. 

Your eyes connect, and you see gold.

.......

Akashi runs.

He runs despite the voice of Kuroko’s usually gentle voice alarmingly calling out for him.

He runs despite the uncharacteristic fear that grips at his heart like a vice. His lungs scream at him for air, but he ignores everything else.

Then, he catches you.

“Hey,” you blurt out in surprise as he continues to plow towards you. “Shouldn’t you be resting?” 

“How do you expect me to rest when you are about to take your leave with not even a word?” he snaps. Your eyes widen. It dawns on you.

His pale skin glistens with sweat, red locks of hair sticking to his forehead as he tries to catch his breath. Standing before you, he narrows his eyes at your stiffened posture. 

You realize who you're talking to.

“I wasn’t about to leave,” you hiss back, impatience suddenly surging through you. “I was just buying juice.”

“Well then, would you care to explain why you have been so hesitant to come and watch the game when you knew I would be back?” he challenges. He towers over you with eyes gleaming with what seems like contempt. 

“Why, are you mad?” you say.

“I am not,” he answers.

“Look, I know you don’t have much time before the next quarter starts. We can talk later—”

“I might not have the time anymore later,” he cuts you off. His voice, despite being rather soft, strikes your back like electricity.

“What?” you choke.

Before you can register, Akashi steps forward and you backpedal from his sudden proximity. Unceremoniously, he slams his hand onto the wall beside your head. You jerk and unconsciously raise your hands between the two of you.

“What—what the hell are you thinking?!" you gasp as the panic sets in. 

“Look at me,” he commands.

You turn your head stubbornly. “No.”

“Look at me,” he says one more time. The urgency cripples your stubbornness. You begrudgingly oblige. Breath hitching, you press your back against the wall. “Is there anything you want to tell me?”

“Shouldn’t I be the one asking you that with this position and all?” you yap and gesture wildly at his frame. Thankfully, there aren’t any people around to see you in this awkward situation.

A smirk zips his lips upwards as he leans forward until your noses almost touch. “If I recall, a certain someone foolishly backed me to a corner once upon a time. Just like this.”

Heat dusts your cheeks. “And that certain someone got herself a date,” you quip back despite the slight tremor in your voice.

Akashi’s smirk mellows down to a smile. You lose sight of his eyes as he rests his forehead against you shoulder. 

“Thank you,” he whispers, his breath tickling you. 

You swallow. “I’m not sure why you’re thanking me.”

“Pesky as you were, I cannot deny that you made my days more interesting because of your childish antics and pranks,” he chuckles.

You smile despite yourself. “The gall of you. I’ll have you know that you’re peskier when you act high and mighty, pretending you aren’t at all a hair away from murdering me.”

“You seem to know how to read minds.”

“I’m known for it,” you shrug obnoxiously before adding. “It’s… nice to see you again, I guess.”

You wait for another caustic response from him, but instead of shooting you down, Akashi plants a kiss on top of your head. The gesture surprises you. 

The sound of the buzzer echoes down the hallways. Akashi withdraws from you, and the lack of warmth injects panic through your core.

“Wait—” you blurt out. “After the game, Akashi-kun. We still need to talk.”

Akashi considers you for a second, then, “How about another bet?”

You stare at him, his outline glowing from the lights behind him and smirk at the nostalgia. “Let’s hear it.”

“If we win this game, you will become mine officially.”

Aren’t I already? you want to ask, but huff out laughter instead. “Alright. Then, you better not slack off purposely just so you have an excuse to dump me, alright?”

“I would not dream of it.”

“I’ll see you later!” you yell behind him as he jogs away. “Okay?”

Akashi flashes you a familiar smile—tiny, almost nonexistent, but thrums melodies that your heart insists on beating to. 

A quarter later, Vorpal Swords wins against Jabberwock, but Akashi is nowhere to be found.

.......

Where is he?

The stars are visible tonight, strewn over the black blanket of the night overhead. You hear his footsteps but you refuse to tear your eyes from the sky. Akashi sits beside you, leaving some space wedged between the two of you.

“He’s gone,” he starts, answering your own unsaid thoughts.

Pain ripples across your chest.

You scrunch up your eyebrows, trying to make sense of things—to make sense of him. There was melancholy in his voice. You want to reach out and touch his cheek, but you can’t seem to unlock your frozen muscles. 

“He’s a fragment of my personality,” Akashi begins to explain, “the one who took it to himself to carry the burdens I otherwise could not. I was a coward. And so he stepped up, became cruel in my stead to protect my sanity, as well as the fragility I didn’t want anyone to know of. And for that, I am grateful to him.”

Tilting slowly, you watch his features soak up in remorse. Akashi looks like a lost child. In a misplaced fascination, you realize how much he’s changed from being someone who wore a perpetual mask of counterfeit perfection to someone who’s willing to bare himself and be vulnerable. Even if it’s only to few people. 

With a delicacy you didn’t know you could muster, you push your hand into his. Akashi interweaves your fingers together and sighs. 

“In the end, it made him who he was—ruthless, heartless and unapproachable. That was why it took me by surprise when you went out your way to get closer.”

“I couldnt help it, Akashi-kun.” you shrug. “To everyone, you were Mr. Perfect. But to me, you looked like someone crying for help.”

“Is that so? I thought he had been able to iron our his emotions more effectively than I ever did.”

“Yeah!” you make an exaggerated gesture of tossing his hand away before jabbing a finger to his chest. “You—your other half—you, you were lonely. And so are you.”

“I’m afraid I’m not following,” he chuckles.

You blow out a stray hair that’s gone to your face and cross your arms. “Look, I don’t get it. This stuff is confusing. It’s too complicated. But all im trying to say is… he’s a part of you, just as how you’re a part of him. What you feel deep inside you, he’d also feel. If you’re lonely, so is he. And it shows. It’s inevitable that you reflect each other. You aren’t separate entities. He’s an extension of you.”

You pause in your rant to gaze into eyes, not regretting the way you immediately submerge into the depth of his stare. Mesmerized, you smile at him, hoping that your sentiments and thoughts could go past through layers and layers of him and reach him.

“And it may not mean much, but I love every single part of you, Akashi-kun.”

The sound of rowdy laughter intermingles with the song the wind whistles. You pry your eyes away from his surprised visage to look towards where he came from. The rest of the team are still celebrating their victory.

You suppose such an outright confession would’ve garnered the most massive blush from you, but finally being able to speak that out loud somehow loosened the tangles your heart found itself in. Relieved, you let another easy smile gloss over your lips.

“It seems like I won the bet,” he finally says after recovering. 

“It seems so,” you reply before sighing. You raise a brow at him. “I guess I don't have any choice, huh? Seeing that you’re so persistent and all that.”

Laughter falls free from his mouth as he stands. Akashi offers you his hand. “I have kept my word before. It would only be fair if you grant me the same privileges.”

Haughtily, you take his hand. The smoothness of his palm sends statics across your skin, biting yet exhilarating despite having been accustomed to how he feels against you. 

“Whatever you say, your highness,” you grin wryly.

Akashi gives your hand a squeeze before guiding you back inside.

There’s still a lot to figure out. Being with someone like Akashi has never sounded like a walk in a park. However, as you swing your hands between you, you couldn’t think of anything else other than how perfectly your hand fits in his. 

Read the rest here: Part 1, Part 2

Taglist for this fic: @jhalya @ivysteel18-blog @exaltedvalkyrie @thesongstressayre @I0diluvs @Ioyard176 @nobinot @leeminkc @itadaklmasu @celestair 

This wraps up the Kabedon!akashi series. I hope the tone didn’t change much from part 1 and 2. I felt like the last part was appropriately of a more serious tone.

Akashi’s character is complex, and that is one of the things I really like about him. There are multiple layers of his character that can be further explored through writing. We can thank Fujimaki-sensei for that. Anyhow, if you’ve made it this far, THANK YOU. Thank you for all those who waited and read the whole series. Thank you for all the suggestions. And of course, thank you to the dearest anon who requested this. This 3-part piece wouldn’t have come to life if it weren’t for you guys. I hope I didn’t disappoint. Take care everyone! ^^

The beautiful dividers are made by @firefly-graphics​. Please check their wonderful works! ^^

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[deargravity]

akashi seijuro

akashi one day, maybe i'll be old enough to say that life isn't fair without flinching or tasting it bitterly in my mouth and i'm going to have learned this the hard way because i grew up with my father and i never knew how to start looking for my mother seijuro.

akashi i didn't know where to look for her because i was too young to understand the completeness of her death but not young enough to be exempt from that grief or the burden of being my father's son seijuro.

akashi i hit the ground running, even if i don't know what i'm chasing, even when all i want to do is stop seijuro.

akashi how long before my life is my own? will i even know what to do when i don't spend so much time trying to keep my head above the water? seijuro.

akashi i say i've already begun to tear apart, but i've always needed two of myself to stay alive - i can only be one thing at a time: mama's boy or father's son seijuro.

akashi one of me is searching for mother and the other one is me, desperate to please father because maybe this time will be enough, i'll be enough and he'll stop shooting at my heels so i can stop running from him seijuro.

akashi the other me is the son my father has always wanted, but he's also paper thin, also inadequate seijuro.

akashi what keeps me safe with my father does not keep me happy in my life and i can't reconcile the two but the only time this friction doesn't exist is when i'm playing basketball with my friends seijuro.

akashi i love my friends but i've always had to work to earn being loved at home so if they discover any of my inadequacies, they'll leave me and i have to compensate, i have to compensate, i have to never falter, i have to prove myself as something worth staying for and if i can't be loved, i could be worshipped, please don't leave me seijuro.

akashi i love my friends and i miss my mother and the only time i can do both simultaneously is when i'm on the court and i can't afford to lose this and i'll do anything to keep it, even if it means becoming someone else, someone unrecognisable seijuro.

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