#kuroko no basquet scenarios

[erina-writes-headcanons]

Himuro Tatsuya, Hanamiya Makoto, and Aomine Daiki Dating Headcannons

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Hello, there Anon. This is for the Dating Headcannons after you ask the Jealous Headcannons! I hope you like the final result and I'm sorry if there might be some OOC characters.

Gender: Neutral Warning: None except a few profanities

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Himuro Tatsuya - Yōsen Academy High School

Can be affectionate but not too much in public. He prefers holding your hand or just a simple kiss on the forehead but once you two are back. He would love to give you a cuddle and give you tiny pecks.

He also likes a human version of a backpack, you forget to bring something? He already has the stuff inside of the pocket of his pants. (For example, you forgot to bring your lotion? It's already in his pocket and ready to give it to you).

A gentleman, he does not believe in fifty-fifty. He would pay for the meals and the drinks if you two decide to go to the restaurant or to the cafe together.

Very caring, if you are sick or injured. He already prepared the bandages and the antiseptic to clean your wounds or a painkiller or any other medicine if you are sick that day.

Tons of woman are going to be jealous of you and would be glaring dagger back at you because you have a hot boyfriend who cares about you and they wishes that they have a boyfriend like him.

A good listener, he would listen to you every rent even if you are making fun of someone or even if he doesn't really understand the topic (but he tries to give the best answer).

(Imma say this-) Senpai in the street but hentai in the sheet. His innocent looks always fool you because he acts like he hasn't just said something that made you red and would put on an innocent smile when someone is speaking to him.

Rarely gets mad at you because he knows he's the type who's angry, he would say hurtful things so it's better to give some space for him when he is in a bad mood.

Always had his poker face on so it was going to be hard to decipher his emotion so you had to learn. When he's angry, he usually has a more stern tone but when he is normal, he would use a softer tone around you.

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On a sunny afternoon, the sun goes down after it is in the highest spot in the sky and burns everyone with its heat. In the hall of the Yōsen school, a person with (H/C) hair colour with (H/L) hair length, (E/C) eye colour, and (S/C) skin colour standing near the locker of the school.

(Y/N) glances around as your eyes look for the certain prince charming. The two of you had been busy with all of the homework and the projects that were given by the lecturer and (Y/N) along with the prince charming had missed each other so much that they decided to hang out after his basketball practice.

Sighing in boredom, (Y/N)'s eyes would keep shifting between the hallway of the school and then the screen on her/his/their phone. "(Y/N)-san?" You hear a familiar sound calling your name. Glancing up, the stunning gave an apologetic smile to you for making you wait. "Were you waiting for me? I'm really sorry for making you wait. Coach Masako told us to clean up after our practice," Himuto said. "It's okay, at least you were just a little bit late. Not bailing out on our date," (Y/N) smiles and closes her/his/their eyes.

His fingers gently intertwined between your fingers and gently pulling you closer to him. Your cheeks change from the (S/C) and turn into a red hue, his little gesture is adorable. "I'm not sure if you had your lunch or not but if you have. I know a great place that sells tasty sweets," the shooting guard of Yōsen said. "Oh, don't worry. I already ate. Where are you going to bring me?" You ask. "It's a surprise," he places his finger on your lips, teasing you as he put on his innocent smile.

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Just like a gentleman, the captain of Yōsen player pushes the glass door open to let you get inside. The ambience of the pastry shop was comforting, the floor was made out of Mahogany wood planks and the wall had a picture of a Victorian old city along with an old phonograph placed next to the cupboard that was full of beautiful decorated mugs.

(Y/N) is amazed by the sight of the pastry, its warm and inviting display creating a cozy atmosphere. Entranced by the delicious array before them, Himuro gently takes (Y/N)'s hands. "You should see the sweets this pastry has. I think they have your favourite dessert," Himuro told you. (Y/N) nods in agreement, captivated by the words of the pasty has your favourite dessert, and follows Himuro to the cashier.

At the cashier, (Y/N) gazes at the dessert menu, their/her/his eyes lighting up with joy upon finding the name of the treat you desires. Sensing (Y/N)'s excitement, Himuro glances at the cashier. "Excuse me, ma'am. I would like a plate of (Favorite Dessert) and pretzels. How much would it be?" Himuro asks the old woman in front of him. "Alright, that will be ¥858.00," The cashier confirms the couple.

Before (Y/N) could retrieve her/his/their wallet, Himuro swiftly took out his phone and activated the camera to scan the barcode for payment. A surprised (Y/N) watches as Himuro pays for the desserts, a gesture that catches them/him/her off guard.

You had intended to split the cost, willing to share the expense and not burden your boyfriend. "Himuro-san, it's okay. I can pay for myself," you told him, feeling a sense of guilt for not wanting to burden him with the entire expense. Himuro gazes at (Y/N) with a gentle smile, shaking his head as he reassures, "It's okay, (Y/N)-san. Besides, I asked you to hang out with me, so it is only fair that I pay for our date,"

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Hanamiya Makoto

Aren't affectionate unless he wants to brag you in front of his teammate. He wants to rub in everyone's faces that he has a hot S/O and the rest are still single.

A tease and also a sadist, he likes to degrade you and makes fun of you but he won't hurt you that bad since you are his S/O. Also, won't apologize unless he saw you cry and he would begrudgingly apologize for hurting you.

If you don't like Dark jokes and creepy jokes. I'm sorry but he won't be good for you because the only thing that can make him laugh genuinely and think it's funny are dark and creepy jokes.

Be careful how you act, he is observant so if you lie. He already knew that you were lying to him and he would investigate the truth without you knowing it.

Do you want him to be less asshole to you? The answer is simple, bribe him with dark chocolate (Not always working, this only works if you want him to teach you when you two study). He loves them.

Actually, if you know how to banter around and aren't sensitive. You would most likely see him actually joking around with you, he can be pretty funny but he only shows it to certain people.

It's canon that he likes idiotic s/o because he could manipulate them BUT that's how are you not gonna survive dating him. YOU HAVE TO outsmart him because he would purposely put you in a situation you do not want to.

Surprisingly, he's not all that mean to his S/O. Since you are his soft spot, he would be willing to share his chocolate with you. He has never let ANYONE touch his chocolate.

He likes to tease you in public. He would whisper lots of dirty things in your ear until you were red from embarrassment and then smile innocently before shrugging when someone asked why are you red.

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It was not usually for Hanamiya to initiate outings, especially considering his usual busy schedule with basketball activities. However, two days ago, to (Y/N)'s surprise, Hanamiya unexpectedly asked you to go on a date through text messages instead of face-to-face.

Hanamiya's invitation to go out at six o'clock in the afternoon, right after the club activity, struck (Y/N) as strange. Knowing Hanamiya's usual demeanour and that he wasn't one to make spontaneous requests, (Y/N) couldn't help but feel that there might be some underlying plan or surprise involved. This could be a good thing or a bad thing for (Y/N).

This unusual request raised suspicions for (Y/N), but being Hanamiya's boyfriend/girlfriend/romantic partner. (Y/N) chose to dismiss any concerns. As (Y/N) got ready in their bedroom, carefully selected what would you wear later once you two met. It was quite cold outside so it would be a bad idea to wear something short or you would freeze to death.

Having chosen the perfect attire, (Y/N) lays the long-sleeve turtleneck sweater and the pants down on the bed, and hangs the jacket neatly on a hook. With everything in place, (Y/N) heads to the bathroom to take a refreshing shower, she/they/he could not wait for the upcoming date. The sound of running water fills the air as (Y/N) readies themselves for the evening ahead.

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Standing outside the cinema, (Y/N) anxiously waits, scanning the surroundings for the distinctive figure of the guy with bushy eyebrows. Glancing at the time on their phone, a twinge of concern arises, fearing that Hanamiya might bail on you.

Suddenly, a familiar male voice calls out (Y/N)'s name from a distance. Looking up, they/she/he spots Hanamiya strutting towards them, hands casually tucked into his pockets. A mixture of relief and curiosity washes over (Y/N) after knowing Hanamiya won't bail on the date. "Oh, you came...I thought you were not going to come," Hanamiya mutters to himself. "Let's go inside, I already booked the ticket and the seat online, we can just buy the popcorn," Hanamiya steps inside.

It would typically be a sweet gesture for a boyfriend to have already booked the cinema seats online, sparing both partners the hassle of waiting in line. However, considering Hanamiya's unpredictable nature, (Y/N) can't help but purse her/his/their lips together, silently cursing under her/his/their breath. "Hanamiya-san, what movie ticket did you buy for us?" you asked him.

The certain Kirisaki Daiichi captain just responds with a smirk across his face. "You'll find out soon," the male taunted you. With a subtle yet possessive gesture, he wraps his arm around your shoulder, pulling you closer to the scanning area which is next to the cashier. The red light from the computer reads the barcode on Hanamiya's phone and the sound of the paper getting printed out could be heard from the printing machine.

As the printing machine churns out the ticket, Hanamiya snatches it, and (Y/N) takes a glimpse, only for their/her/his eyes to widen in surprise. Having heard from friends that it's one of the scariest movies, a mix of shock and fear washes over (Y/N). "I hope you're not that scared, (Y/N)~" Hanamiya stuck his tongue out as you glances up at him, his playful tone adding a hint of mischief to the unexpected choice of movie.

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Aomine Daiki

A big tease and loved to annoy the hell out of you, he also loved to make you embarrassed either when he was using pick-up lines on you or when he was touching you either casually or sexually.

Arcade dates! Going to show off when you two play basketball games together and brags to you that he has a higher score than you and the reason why he is the 'ace'.

But if you don't like Arcade, he would love to just bring you around those Japanese festivals and try some street foods (and If you two get older. He would bring you to those extreme places like bungee jumping since he has enough money to travel).

No shame at all, if you can cook or bake delicious food. He would shamelessly steal it from you and if you try to take it back. He would raise his hands up so you could not reach them at all while smiling like a devil.

Have you ever wondered how it feels like to raise a cat as big as a human? Well, he's the perfect answer. He just acts like a damn cat because sometimes he doesn't want to be cuddled and then he would be all over you, demanding to be cuddled.

He acts as if he is a chill boyfriend but nope. he is protective of you, and he would glare at anyone who dares to touch you and if anyone is being creepy? THEY ARE GOING TO END UP LIKE HAIZAKI GOT PUNCHED BUT WORSE.

Caring but doesn't know how to show it so he acts like a damn Tsundere. For instance, if you are sick from overworking. He would buy those horrible ramen from the convenience store and call you an idiot for getting sick.

Kind of a terrible boyfriend (for the first time) because he would say insensitive things. Especially if you two fight, not only he is moody but he would say hurtful stuff, give you the silent treatment, and be very easily angered.

But also can be a cute boyfriend, he will always be proud of you. Even if it was a small achievement, he would even brag about it to his teammate (and Wakamatsu gonna scream 'SHUT UP!')

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Aomine stands in front of another basketball player, blocking the rival team from getting close to Touou's basketball ring. In a swift move, Aomine executes as his hands slap the ball against the ball from the player's hand before sprinting towards the opposing team's basketball hoop.

As the Ace of the Touou basketball team floats in the air, he launches the ball into the air, and the satisfying swish resonates through the court as it smoothly glides through the hoop. The blaring sounds of the alarm signal the victory for Touou School.

Amidst the cheers and applause from the spectators celebrating Touou's victory, the ace player's attention remains fixated on a particular individual with (H/C) hair and (E/C) eyes. Aomine's gaze scans the crowd, hoping to catch (Y/N)'s reaction to his impressive play.

As his eyes lock onto (Y/N)'s form, a genuine sense of happiness lights up Aomine's expression. A triumphant smirk graces his face, knowing that he has left (Y/N) in awe of his skills on the court, and their admiration is the most rewarding response he could hope for as (Y/N)'s eyes gleamed in the light, shouting his name. "AOMINE!!! YOU DID IT!!!" she clapped her hands and cupped her mouth with the hands facing outwards

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After the intense game, (Y/N) hurriedly makes their/her/his way down from the bench and waits eagerly in the hallway. As the door swings open, revealing Aomine in his uniform, having discarded the sweaty jersey, (Y/N)'s face lights up. Without hesitation, (Y/N) joyfully leaps into Aomine's arms, exclaiming, "I'm proud of you!!"

Aomine, caught off guard by the sudden embrace, can't help but return the sentiment with his arms wrapped around your waist before you can hit the floor and hold you in the air. "Woah there tiger, don't just go jumping on me," He held (Y/N) closer, his smirk deepened as he held you closer.

Aomine's teasing prompts a faint blush on (Y/N)'s cheeks, though they/she/he quickly rolls their/her/his eyes in response. With a touch of sass, (Y/N) retorts, "You wish," before smoothly getting down from his arms. Eager to shift the focus to celebrating the victory, (Y/N) enthusiastically suggests, "Let's go out somewhere to celebrate your victory." "Ehh, I don't really care about this stuff. Maybe we can go maji burger?"Aomine suggests, expressing his craving for a burger.

(Y/N) looks at him with a hint of unamusement. "Really? You want fast food?" you remark, raising an eyebrow. Aomine sighs, contemplating for a moment, before a smirk graces his face. "Alright, I know a place where we can eat some Okonomiyaki. How about that?" mentioning there's an okonomiyaki place near the gymnasium and it's quite popular.

"Sure, we can eat okonomiyaki together," you agree, a smile playing on your lips as Aomine takes one of your hands. Together, the two of you walk away, hand in hand, ready to go to celebrate his victory. Despite it was not a fancy place, it would still leave a memory of the two of you having a simple date.

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[kleftiko]

Can I request a cute oneshot for Midorima x reader with forehead touching?

❦ FOREHEAD TOUCHES

cw: none, this is fluff

when i was little, my dad used to put our foreheads together so we’d look like cyclopses and say, “you have my eye” lol

he’s relaxing on the couch, legs stretched out, book in his hand, today’s lucky item sitting on the coffee table beside him. the novel was one of your favourites, but he has been staring at the same page for the past 10 minutes because his attention is really on you.

“please?”

“no.”

“why not?”

he sighs and pinches the bridge of his nose. “you make your own money.”

“but you make more than me.” you retaliate.

“i’m not buying you a cart full of clothes when you make more than enough to pay for it yourself!” he snaps a bit, but that doesn’t bug you one bit.

instead, you climb onto his lap, straddling him as you put on a pout and try again. “pretty please? what’s the point in being rich if you don’t spoil your s/o?”

dramatically, midorima drops the book, letting it bounce onto the floor as his gives your puppy-dog eyes a stern glare. unfortunately for him, your begging face is one of his weaknesses, and he’s pretty sure his horoscope mentioned cancers being susceptible today.

he sighs again and closes his eyes to block out your cute face.

“are you just with me for my money?” he jokes and you laugh, that beautiful sound that he adores and that always brings a smile to his face.

he feels the weight of your forehead press against his, your soft breath fanning his face and smelling of toothpaste.

“please?” you whisper, barely audible, hand coming up to his cheek and lightly brushing your fingers over his skin.

he hums, finally giving in.

“take my card.” his voice is husky, almost like he was falling asleep.

“thank you,” he hears the smile in your voice before his lips are given a sweet kiss.

eyes finally open as you get off of him, and his love struck gaze is back on you as you skip out the room.

“but order some pad thai when you’re done,” he calls and watches you turn back to him. “‘m hungry.”

“of course,” you grin, “whatever you want.”

#knb fanfic #knb x y/n #knb #knb imagines #knb fluff #knb scenarios #kuroko x reader #knb x reader #knb midorima #midorima x reader #midorima shintaro x reader #kuroko no basquet #kuroko no basket x reader #kuroko no basuke x reader #kuroko no basket imagines

[aomine-ryo]

Because I loved all of your make out stories, what would actually help global warming and hunger is Takao make out story ✨ where Takao and his s/o gets their first proper make out story bc Takao deserves the world as The Greenest Flag In KnB 🛐

I would die for Takao Kazunari so absolutely. Ty for making me write more for the best boy !! It’s a short one but hope you enjoy muah xx

Scenario: making out with Takao

- gender neutral reader

Takao’s favourite time was 1 a.m.. You’d think between school, training and being Midorima’s chauffeur, he’d be sound asleep at this time, but this was the time when the world went quiet. This was the time where it was just the two of you— no distractions.

You lived a walkable distance from Takao. It wasn’t close enough for him to deem you his neighbour, but if he were to just walk down the street and take a left turn, he’d be right at your door. Given this, sneaking into your bedroom at 1 a.m. had become the norm for him over the past two weeks. With his busy schedule, it was hard to find alone time with you. If he were to see you during the day, it would often be with other friends as well. So this was the only time he could spend with you and only you.

Unfortunately, the weather tonight was not in his favour. As he looked outside his bedroom window, he watched as the rain poured relentlessly into his backyard. If it were just the rain, he could’ve just stepped outside with his umbrella, but the wind was so strong that he could hear it without even opening his window. His umbrella wasn’t surviving that.

Takao looked down at the text you sent him, almost as if you could read his mind.

y/n: i don’t think you should come over tn. the weather is terrible :(

takao: it’s just a little rain, dw about it I’ll be there in five :)

y/n: wdym ‘just a little rain’?? ITS POURING

takao: pfft it’s just water. I’m stronger than water

You sighed at his response even though it had you grinning like an idiot. It was just like Takao to do something as silly as this. You decided to head downstairs as quietly as you could so that you could open the door for Takao when he does get here. Your parents were heavy sleepers so it wasn’t like they were going to wake up anyways, but it was good to be cautious.

You waited patiently for a few minutes until you heard a light tap on the door, a signal for you to open it for Takao. As the door slowly opened, you were greeted by the sight of your soaking wet boyfriend who looked like he’d been through hell and back.

“Oh my god, Takao!” you whisper shouted as you ushered him in, slowly closing the door behind you.

“It wasn’t that bad,” he shrugged, but it was obviously a lie. He wasn’t even wearing a raincoat. All he had on was a, now soaking, black hoodie and shorts— he was dressed as if it was just another day.

“Let’s get you dried up,” you just sighed in response, turning on your heel to head back upstairs to your room.

“What? You’re not gonna hug me? Weren’t you the one that said you missed me?” Takao grinned, opening his arms up and moving closer to you.

You quickly moved back, trying to get him as far away from you as possible. “I’ll give you a hug when you’re dry,” you said, keeping an eye on his every move.

“Well that’s no fun, come here,” Takao said, the most mischievous look in his blue eyes as he strode over to you. Much to your dismay, you were too slow to react to this, soon finding yourself in a fit of giggles as Takao enveloped you in a big, wet hug.

“Let me go!” you laughed, trying to keep your voice down as you tried to wiggle out of his grasp.

Takao did as he was told after leaving a soft peck on your cheek, knowing the damage was already done. “Haven’t you missed me?” Takao smiled, tone more mocking than anything.

“Shut up, let’s go. I need to change now as well,” you rolled your eyes.

The two of you got to your room and you fished the clothes you had stolen from him out of your closet, handing him a towel to dry his hair with as well. You picked out a baggy T-shirt for yourself as well and you changed into it nonchalantly, Takao watching your every move in awe.

You looked back at him with an eyebrow raised in confusion. “What?”

“Nothing, just didn’t expect you to be taking your shirt off this quickly,” he replied smoothly, making you blush.

“Shut up and get changed,” you chuckled, walking over and hanging your damp shirt on your clothes rack.

“Get changed? Can I have some privacy then please?” Takao said sarcastically.

“What? Do you want me to close my eyes?” You joked.

“Yes, thank you very much,” he said as a matter-of-factly.

“You’re kidding…”

“Go on then,” he looked at you expectantly.

“I’ve seen you na—”

“I’m waiting,” he cut you off, committed to the bit.

You let out a sigh as you sat down at the edge of your bed, putting your hands over your eyes.

“Thank you,” Takao said in a tone that made you want to slap the grin off his face.

You heard Takao shuffle around as he moved to take his clothes off. Admittedly, the curiosity got the best of you and you began to watch him through the gaps between your fingers. It should’ve been a crime for him to keep you from watching him. No matter how many times you’ve seen it, you still went weak in the knees seeing him with his shirt off. His toned muscles, damp skin, veiny arms— magnificent. Not to mention he was still sporting the marks you left on his neck the night before. It was truly a sight.

“I know you’re peeping,” Takao said as he tightened the drawstring on his sweatpants, turning over to meet your eyes through your fingers.

“No I’m not,” you said immediately, though the smile on your face said otherwise.

You watched him walk towards you, his hands grabbing your wrists and moving them away from your face, bending over so his eyes were in line with yours. “I could feel you watching me, you perv,” Takao grinned, voice so low that you could feel it in your stomach.

“You can’t blame me when you look like that,” you replied, your eyes darting down the exposed skin of his upper body.

“Hey, my eyes are up here,” Takao said, his lips now inches away from yours. A moment of silence passed by as you met with Takao’s steel blue eyes, your heart feeling like it was about to stop beating at any moment with the way he looked at you.

He soon closed the gap between you two, your lips colliding with each other’s with as much passion as your very first kiss. His touch was soft— it always was in the beginning. With the grip he still had on both your wrists, he slowly pushed you onto your bed, pinning your hands to either side of you as he bit on your bottom lip, eliciting a soft whine from you.

You felt Takao’s tongue slowly slide into your mouth, roaming the familiar territory as he comforted himself in the warmth of your soft lips. Takao’s hair was still damp. You could feel some of the cold, wet strands brush against your forehead as he hovered on top of you. You weren’t opposed to it though. The familiarity of his movements had you melting at his touch, the smell of his cologne reminding you of all the times he’s satisfied you, making your need for him grow stronger with each passing moment.

Takao’s hands released their grip on yours. Your hands instinctively moved to run through his wet locks while his fingers lightly traced over your clothed chest. His hands moved lower and lower, lips not losing contact with yours for even a second as his cold fingers slipped under your shirt. You took a sharp breath in at the sensation of his cold touch on your skin, and you could feel Takao smile against your lips.

He’d missed this. Yes, it had only been a day since he’s had you in this state last, but he could never get enough of it. The dark haired man pulled away from your lips for a moment, quickly directing himself to your neck, beginning to leave soft kisses that had you humming in approval. Takao’s hands made their way further down, fingers tracing over your shorts as he began to leave marks on your neck, your body growing more and more impatient for him. You knew he needed you just as bad, his hips slowly began to grind against you and you could feel him through the fabric of the sweatpants. You couldn’t help but let out a soft moan at the feel of it.

Takao felt you buck your hips up in search of some friction and he couldn’t help but grin in satisfaction. He loved this. He loved drawing out his movements until you were a desperate mess underneath him. He loved hearing your soft little whines of frustration just like you were doing now.

“Kazu…” it was like music to his ears, “please.”

“Hm?” Takao hummed against your neck, playing dumb as he pulled away to look down at you with his sultry blue eyes. He didn’t have to say it, you knew he wanted you to use your words.

“I need more… please,” you whispered, aching for more of his touch.

“How could I ever say no to you?” he smiled, leaning down to press his lips against yours once more. There was nothing he loved more than the taste of you.

#takao kazunari #kuroko no basket #kurokos basketball #knb #kuroko no basquet #takao x reader #takao kazunari supremacy #knb scenarios #knb imagines #knb x reader

[takaobestboy]

Aomine: I can’t believe you live nearby, and you won’t let anyone crash at your place.

Midorima: You people already know too much about me.

Takao: I know exactly three facts about you, and one of them is that you won’t let any of us crash at your place.

#kuroko's basketball #knb scenarios #aomine daiki #kuroko no basquet #knb headcanons #incorrected kuroko no basket quotes #midorima shintarou #takao kazunari #kagami taiga #kuroko tetsuya #akashi seijirou

[ferg0s]

ᴛʜᴇ ᴀʀʀᴀɴɢᴇᴍᴇɴᴛ

ᴅɪꜱᴄʟᴀɪᴍᴇʀ, ᴛʜɪꜱ ᴡᴀꜱ ɪɴꜱᴘɪʀᴇᴅ ʙʏ ᴀ ʙᴏᴏᴋ ɪ ʀᴇᴀᴅ ɴᴏᴛ ᴛᴏᴏ ʟᴏɴɢ ᴀɢᴏ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴛʜᴇ ꜱᴀᴍᴇ ɴᴀᴍᴇ. ᴄᴏᴏʟ ᴘʟᴏᴛ, ɪꜰ ᴛʜᴇ ᴡʀɪᴛᴇʀ ᴋɴᴇᴡ ᴡʜᴀᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ꜰᴜᴄᴋ ᴘᴀᴄɪɴɢ ᴀɴᴅ ᴄʜᴀʀᴀᴄᴛᴇʀ ᴅᴇᴠᴇʟᴏᴘᴍᴇɴᴛ ᴡᴇʀᴇ. ᴀɴʏᴡᴀʏꜱ.

ᴄᴏɴᴛᴇɴᴛ + ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢꜱ:ᴀɢᴇᴅ ᴜᴘ, ᴍᴇɴᴛɪᴏɴꜱ ᴏꜰ ᴅᴇᴀᴛʜ, ᴄʜɪʟᴅ ᴅᴇᴀᴛʜ, ᴄᴀɴᴄᴇʀ, ꜱᴡᴇᴀʀɪɴɢ, ꜱᴇxᴜᴀʟ ꜱᴛᴜꜰꜰ, ꜰɪɴɢᴇʀɪɴɢ, ᴘʀᴇɢɴᴀɴᴄʏ.

ᴄʜᴀʀᴀᴄᴛᴇʀꜱ: ᴍɪᴅᴏʀɪᴍᴀ ꜱʜɪɴᴛᴀʀᴏ, ᴀᴏᴍɪɴᴇ ᴅᴀɪᴋɪ, (ᴍᴏʀᴇ ᴛᴏ ᴄᴏᴍᴇ ʟᴏʟ)

ꜱᴜᴍᴍᴀʀʏ: ꜱʜɪɴᴛᴀʀᴏ ᴀɴᴅ ʏᴏᴜ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ʜᴀᴅ ᴀ ᴠᴇʀʏ ʀᴏᴄᴋʏ ᴍᴀʀʀɪᴀɢᴇ, ʙᴜᴛ ᴊᴜꜱᴛ ᴡʜᴇɴ ᴛʜɪɴɢꜱ ꜱᴇᴇᴍ ᴛᴏ ʙᴇ ɢᴇᴛᴛɪɴɢ ʙᴀᴄᴋ ᴏɴ ᴛʀᴀᴄᴋ, ʜᴇ ᴘʀᴏᴘᴏꜱᴇꜱ ᴀɴ ᴀʀʀᴀɴɢᴇᴍᴇɴᴛ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴄᴏᴜʟᴅ ᴍᴀᴋᴇ ᴏʀ ʙʀᴇᴀᴋ ʏᴏᴜʀ ʟɪꜰᴇ.

ᴘᴀʀᴛ ᴛᴡᴏ |ᴘᴀʀᴛ ᴛʜʀᴇᴇ | ᴘᴀʀᴛ ꜰᴏᴜʀ

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"How was your day, dear?" Your voice echoed through the kitchen, bouncing off the wall of the empty house as they made their way to the front door. Your eyes focused on the plate in your hand while the other held the sponge with the dish soap. The yellow rubber gloves you wore rubbed against the skin of your hands, you hated the feeling, but you had to. 'You have to,' you repeated in your head. Though you locked your eyes on the porcelain dish in your hand, your ears were on the hunt to hear any subtle noises. Anything that would hint at where your husband was or what he was doing. "The usual," You heard him reply, his voice not showing any emotion. You had learned to recognize that tone, which seemed cold and distant to most, but you knew it was a cry for help. Your husband wasn't one to communicate his emotions, especially when he had become so accustomed to pushing those emotions down. You rinsed the dish and put it on the drying rack, turning off the sink and taking off the gloves - 'finally,' - you patted the soggy feeling the gloves had left on your hands down on your shirt. You turned around and began to walk towards the front door, exiting the kitchen to the lavish dining room, seeing your husband standing by the arch that connected the dining room to the main hallway. You couldn't help but throw your arms around him and pull him down to your size, squeezing him as your head tucked into his shoulder. He pressed back, hunched down with his face in the crook of your neck. The stale smell of IV bags and sickness came from the blue scrubs he was wearing, a scent you had gotten used to in your nine years of marriage. "C'mon," You said, pulling away. "I'll make you some tea." _ You met Shintaro in your third year of university. He was a pre-med student, and you were also pursuing your undergrad in political sciences, hoping to eventually go to law school. You managed to get close through mutual friends, the various late-night study dates and regular coffee dates around campus, and you ended up together. It started as any college relationship does, with a lot of sex, kinky and all. But despite his efforts to make sure no accidents happen, you ended up pregnant. A bump that tested your relationship. You were career-oriented, so was Midorima - but his family had other things in mind. A bastard child, or worse, the termination of a bastard child, would ruin the Midorima family name. And given the societal and cultural pressure, you felt like you had to go through it. The wedding was small but lavish - the Shintaros family was very well-off financially - 8 months after the wedding, you gave birth to your son, Kota. Shintaro continued his studies, vowing to be the best provider he could be while you stayed behind and cared for your newborn son. Your inlaws helped with many expenses, especially in the first few years until Shintaro had gotten his residency. Slowly, he made his way up the position of trauma surgeon that he held today while you stayed back and raised Kota. When Kota got older, you enrolled back in university and earned your political science degree, something that you held off pursuing further in law school. Instead, choose that time to be with your son. You loved Kota, everything about him. You loved his piercing green eyes and the stoic expression he got from his father. You loved the glowing smile Shintaro always said he got from you. You loved your son with every fibre of your body, and you never stopped loving him even after he passed away. Another bump that put your relationship at the forefront once again.

You had always felt like you and Shintaro had never really gotten to know each other. You had gotten pregnant two months into the relationship, and his being away studying for the first half of your marriage didn't help. You felt like you knew the persona of Shintaro, the surface-level understanding of who he was. Kota was seven when he passed away; with the limited resources available at the time in dealing with Leukemia, his days were numbered from the minute you had found out. And given the stage he was in, the multiple specialists you had gone to had told you not to get your hopes up. No amount of therapy, whether it be grief or couples therapy, could fill the newfound hole in your heart, the isolation you began to feel in the walls of your house. Shintaro poured himself into his work, spending long hours at the hospital, often taking on risky surgeries, which the hospital board did not approve. In the darkness of your son's passing, the two of you grew closer as there was no middle man to keep you apart. The weeknights that would usually be filled with the sound of cartoons coming from the living room were now painfully quiet as the two of you sat on chairs opposite each other. The painstakingly tedious conversations that would spark for the sake of some liveliness in the house soon become more human, more enjoyable. You began to look forward to the discussions in the living room you had once dreaded. You found yourself getting to know your husband, his personality, his hobbies and his likes. And vice versa. Though the laughter and evening walks and warm nights could not shake the thought that Shintaro deep down resented you for taking away his youth, a fear that had been with you since you had first gotten married. You felt that insecurity grow after the passing of Kota because it felt that it all had been for nothing. _ "The board didn't approve of the heart transplant," Shintaro groaned before taking a sip of the tea. "Are you kidding me!" You sighed, eyes widening as you gripped the armrest of the chair you were sitting on. Shintaro would often come and confide in you about the stresses of his job, from petty drama to borderline confidential information. It made for good conversation. "That son of a bitch, Haru," Shintaro groaned, his finger going to pinch the bridge of his nose, lifting up his glasses. The living room fell silent again. Your husband was a man of few words and even few emotions. He didn't bother saying more about a situation than the basics. His dull tone when he first entered was now starting to make sense. Lately, work had taken up a good portion of his time, and for the first time, he wasn't due to his own will. With the closure of one trauma ward, work had become tight. Schedules were overlapping, and more resources were required while the board refused to spend any money they didn't deem necessary. You found teh most you could do was listen to teh few words he had to say and keep him company, making him a warm cup of tea here and there. "He's got me taking on the tumour removal in trauma-" You heard a ding come from Shintaros phone, lighting up the screen on the coffee table in the middle of the living room. "Is that him?" You asked as you watched Shintaro reach over and grab it. After reading the text, he closed his phone and put it back on the table. "No," He took off his glasses and put them next to his phone. "It's the lab results from pathology I ordered today." "Oh, Mei?" Mei a new and young member who recently joined the pathology department. Shintaro cut your train of thought: " Let's take a bath." _

"You know Aiko and Botan?" Shintaro asked as he massaged your shoulders. The faint sound of classical music and the scent of lavender had you whisked away, which made you jump when you heard Shintaros's voice. You readjusted, feeling his legs move on either side of you, making the water of the bathbrush up to the side of the tub. "Hmm?" You said, turning back to him. "From pediatrics?" You asked. "Yeah, they're in an open relationship." He replied as he bundled your hair in his hand and moved it to the opposite shoulder. Your jaw dropped, and you raised your eyebrow, asking for clarification. "He told me today. It's this arrangement they have," Shintaro said as hands traced down your back. "4 months. No questions. They do whatever, and after the four months, its back to normal-" "But why even in the first place?" You asked, turning towards him more. "He said a relationship coach suggested it to them," He replied as his hand went to your face. His finger lightly brushed against your face. You leaned into his touch. "He says the sex is good," Midorima said as he pulled his hand back. "And who is he fucking?" You chuckled. "Some university girl he met on some website," "Exactly. He's a perv," You said as you turned back, facing forward, and leaned back into his chest. "An old, nasty perv," you grumled. "Is this how you view old men?" Shintaro teased as his hands massaged your neck. "No," You said, getting comfortable against his chest. "Just the old, nasty, pervy ones." You both laughed. You felt Shintaros's hand go down your beck, coming up from under your arm and reaching down past your waist. Your breath hiked when you felt his fingers against the mound of your pussy. "Shinta-" "Shh," He said, leaning his head down to your ear. You felt his finger on your clit, pressing down on it to elicit a reaction. His finger began to toy with your clit, rubbing circles on it, making you throw your head back, giving him access to your neck. Your eyes closed as you felt him suck and leave gentle kisses on your neck, his fingers now inching down to your entrance. You felt him circle your entrance, teasing you, something he loved doing, getting ready to put his fingers in when- RING! You both bolted up, him pulling his fingers away and sitting up. "That's mine," You groaned, looking back at him. You saw him let out a sign, "I'll clean up. "You go answer that." _ You felt your eyelids grow heavy as you felt the warmth of Shintaros skin radiate onto you. His arm wrapped around you, hand on your waist while his other hand played with the hair sprawled on his chest, your legs tangled together under the sheets. There was never any conversation when the two of you lay in bed together; this mutual understanding of you both being tired and wanting to enjoy each other's company. So when a conversation did spring up, you knew it was serious. So when you heard the words that left Shinators mouth, you knew that he was a hundred percent serious about it.

"We should try an open marriage."

#kuroko no basquet #kurokos basketball #kuroko’s basketball #kuroko no basket #ferg0s #knb imagines #knb smut #knb x reader #midorima x reader #midorima smut #knb midorima #midorima shintarou #midorima shintaro x reader #aomine x reader #aomg scenarios #aomine x y/n #aomine daiki #aomine smut #knb aomine

[suvidrache]

Writer S/O

age in bio when interacting. minors do not interact.

Word Count: 178 / Read it on AO3 / Wattpad

Mayuzumi

- Loves the fact that you write. He wishes he could write something as well, but probably wouldn't.

- Would read everything you write as soon as he can.

- Would help correct any spelling errors or typos.

- Would give a few tips here and there to make your writing better.

Takao

- Would laugh at you for writing. There's no way you actually write.

- If you're serious about it, he'll apologize. It's just a habit for him to laugh about people's interests.

- You gave him your work to read? He's reading everything out loud. He can't be quiet.

- He'd give his opinion on it, nicely, cause he doesn't want you upset again.

Imayoshi

- He would skim over everything you wrote, "yeah it's good."

- Didn't bother reading it, even if there's a lot of typos.

- Don't give him your rough draft with spelling errors or typos. He's not helping to fix them.

- Would take weeks to fully read everything you wrote.

- Hates having to read stuff. If you think it's good, then it's good. You don't need his help or advice.

© SUVIDRACHE — do not copy, translate, modify, or plagiarize my work. reblogs are appreciated!

#kuroko no basket #kuroko no basuke x reader #kuroko no basquet #kuroko no basket x reader #knb imagines #knb headcanons #imayoshi shouichi #imayoshi x reader #takao kazunari #takao x reader #takao kazunari x reader #mayuzumi chihiro #mayuzumi chihiro x reader #knb x reader #knb x y/n #knb x you #knb hcs #knb scenarios #kuroko no basuke #kuroko no basket imagines #kuroko no basket headcanons #kuroko no basket scenarios

[makaias-trashheap]

(So this was a request from my other blog. My first blog was originally for this green haired tsundere before I expanded it so he always has a special place in my heart)

Mira sighs in frustration at the blank page in her sketchbook. Her most recent assignment was just to sketch a male portrait and for some reason she was struggling with it. She’s looked up multiple reference photos to use for inspiration but hasn’t been happy with any of her previous drawings. She glances at her phone when she gets a text from Midorima asking if they were still meeting today. She replied with a quick yes saying she was home and to just come in the door would be unlocked. She put her phone down going back to her sketchbook attempting to start again. She was mostly through the basic outline when someone knocked on her door. She sighs putting her sketchbook aside and standing up already knowing who was at the door.

“You know I said you could just come in. I left the door unlocked for you.” Mira said opening the door.

“It’s rude to just walk into someone else’s home nanodayo.” Midorima plainly states fixing his glasses.

Mira rolls her eyes smiling and moves to let him in, “Come in. Excuse the mess.”

Mira followed Midorima into the apartment, stopping in the living room to look around. Being his girlfriend did not spare her the not so subtle judgmental looks he would send her way now and then. Like the one she’s receiving right now after seeing the crumpled up pieces of paper, pencils, and erasers that littered her living room floor and chair.

“I tried to warn you.” Mira simply shrugged, moving past him to start picking up the mess.

He stands there watching her another second before moving to help her clean up, occasionally inspecting the paper he’s picking up.

“What is all of this?” He finally asks, standing up and smoothing out one of the papers.

She turns her attention to him, “One of my failed attempts at my most current assignment.”

He looks back up at her from the paper, “Assignment?”

She nods. “Yeah I’m in art school right now and my class assignment was just a male portrait.”

“And it hasn’t been coming along very well I take it.”

“Not at all, technically they’re all pretty sound, but I just don’t like any of them.”

Midorima throws away the last paper and looks back to her, “Is there anything I can do to help?”

Mira shrugs, “Not really unless you think you can model for me.”

At first it’s just an offhanded response to his question, but after a second of serious consideration she stops and looks at him.

He notices after a second and quickly shakes his head, “Mira no, that is not happening.”

“Hey you offered, come on, I’ve had art block all week so far and this is due in two days.”

He continues to stare at her for a second before sighing and looks away from her, “What do you need me to do?”

She smiles at him and looks around grabbing a chair and moving it by the window, “Just sit here and don’t move until I tell you to. We can take breaks if you need but I should still get it done today.”

Midorima nods sitting in the chair a little stiffly, “Like this?”

Mira looks over him and smiles, “Try to make this as natural as possible. And make sure you’re comfortable, you’re going to be in whatever position you choose for a while.”

He shifts a bit to get comfortable before turning back to her, “Is this ok.”

She looks at him again, picking up her sketchbook and charcoal pencils from the floor and moves to where she’ll be sitting to see how everything should look.

“Can you turn your head a bit more towards the light?”

He does as she asks, glancing in her direction for approval.

She smiles at him and nods, “Perfect, like I said if you need a break to stretch or use the bathroom or need something just let me know, I can always move my lamp by you if need be, natural lighting is usually better.”

He nods thanking her and then she gets to work on her drawing, working off of the outline she’d started before he showed up. A little over an hour into the process she looks up to check on him.

“Hey, still doing ok?”

He nods not moving from his position, “I’m fine.”

She smiles going back to work looking between him and the sketchbook. Mira stopped a bit later setting down the sketchbook and pencil.

“You can go ahead and get up and stretch. I'm taking a break for a second.”

Midorima nodded getting up and stretching, “Are you nearly finished?”

Mira looks down at her sketchbook and nods, “Just about, mostly just shading at this point. Thank you again for helping with this, I really appreciate it.”

“Just don’t expect it to be a common thing to happen.” He grumbles looking away from her.

She smiles and goes into the kitchen to grab a bottle of water for both of them before going back into the living room. He takes the water nodding thanks.

“Ready to get back to it?” She asks taking a drink and setting her water aside.

He nods setting the water down and getting back into his chair. She settles back down getting situated to start drawing again. She looks over her drawing as she finishes and looks up at him.

“Alright you can get up now, I’m done.”

Midorima gets up and stretches again and then comes over to look at the drawing.

She looks up at him and smiles, “What do you think?”

He looks over her shoulder down at the drawing, “It looks good, I’m impressed.”

She looks up at him and smiles, “Thanks. I actually have something to turn in now.”

She closes her sketchbook and looks at the clock, “It’s getting pretty late, I’m sorry I kept you here for this most of the day.”

He looks at the time and shrugs, “I planned on spending most of the day here anyhow. So I guess how it was spent doesn’t matter much. I should head home though, it’s getting late.”

She nods towards the kitchen, “Did you want to get something to eat before you go?”

He shakes his head, “That’s ok, thank you though. I’ll talk to you again soon.”

She smiles and nods walking him to the door, “I’ll see you soon.”

She leans up and kisses him on the cheek, causing him to blush slightly and grumble before quickly kissing to top of her head and rushing out the door saying goodbye. Mira chuckles closing the door behind him.

#knb scenarios #knb midorima #knb x oc #knb fluff #kuroko no basket #kuroko no basquet #kuroko no basket x oc #kuroko no basket scenarios #midorima shintarou #shintarou midorima #midorima x oc #midorima x reader #midorima shintaro x reader

[mcverse]

To the anon that requested this. I tried saving it to draft with my response, but it vanished into thin air?? so I have to start all over. Hopefully you can see this.

Point to consider when reading this, I know nothing about d&d, so I did a little research trip just for you. Be kind to me :(

And thank you for requesting Knb, I love these guys so much.

For those that don’t know what D&D is aka me, it’s a fantasy tabletop role-playing game. I believe that they have a mobile or pc version similar to it. And a campaign is a continuing storyline or set of adventures, typically involving the same characters.

I cannot imagine any of the characters playing the game willing at first. Shocker, not really like let’s be honest. The only way I can think of them getting even close to the game would be because somehow it’s Midorima’s lucky item for that day.

Like he just shows up with it one day, tucked under his arms like an added appendage, no big deal.

Kuroko would have never heard of the game.

Kise might be interested, seeing it as a challenge.

Aomine wouldn’t care because if it’s not basketball or tits, you get it.

Murasakibara is only around when it’s snacks. If it’s not snacks, he’s not interested.

Akashi might definitely does know of it simply cause he’s big brain. He taught himself how to play it so he can converse easier if it’s ever brought up in conversation.

Kagami’s just lost, stop playing with me. Midorima just gets stranger to him. Like who walks around with a board game?

Wrong, it’s a tabletop game, Bakagami.

That said, just because they weren’t interested in it at the start doesn’t mean they won’t be by time they go their separate ways.

Midorima would be annoyed because Kise definitely snatched it out of his arms. He then tells everyone to play, where they disagree simultaneously. It’s only when he taunts them, saying they’re just scared that he’ll beat them, despite it not being that kind of game, do they cave.

Akashi with his power controlling hard on takes the reigns before Kise do what Kise does; look like a fool. He explains the game, ignoring groans and mutters about not wanting to play. It didn’t matter because now he’s invested. And what Akashi says is absolute per canon.

He makes up the setting, the bad guy, end goal and even narrates the whole thing. He does give the other free range to choose their characters.

Kagami is a Barbarian, Aomine is a fighter, Kise is a bard, Kuroko is a druid, Akashi is a wizard, Murasakibara is a clerics and Midorima is a sorcerer.

Surprise, Midorima is the bad guy, for bring the damn game in the first place.

It starts off nice, them not really caring about the storyline or how it affects their character. Then it gets kinda chaotic. Like what. the. fuck.

Kuroko being the wholesome boy that he is, actually understood the game at first but now he doesn’t know what the hell is going on anymore… he likes that he was building up his animal friend roster, but Midorima needs to seriously back the fuck off with his nasty as vine spells on the forest.

Kagami is living the dream, showing unforgettable strength and purpose. Yet despite being in the same traveling company as him, he keeps picking fights with Aomine, who equally heads him on with just as much fire. Aomine still doesn’t give a fuck and he’s gonna keep giving that same energy, rest easy on that.

Seriously what the fuck, can’t even be civil in role play?? Midorima’s sorcerer is practically hurling out a lung in laughter at you, like it’s all part of his plan. To him, they were weak sauce.

Everyone thought Kise was a clown. Who chooses to be a Bard? It wasn’t exciting, there wasn’t any action. But Kise is probably the only one that greatly affected the sorcerer by distracting him with his terrible music. Midorima was so annoyed, he was hindered speechless.

How? HOW??

Be for real, Murasakibara’s not even here. He’s probably the only one that’s checked out. Too busy munching on his snacks rather than contributing to the game. Only makes a move when Akashi tells him to, still barely an effort on his part.

Akashi, unsurprisingly, is giving Midorima a run for his power. It’s almost like Akashi should have been the bad guy, with the way he’s causing more problems than actually solving. He was a menace, who knew… unlucky for him, none of his attacks or plans actually work. Wtf bitch wait!

Midorima was strategically well made for his role. He even outsmarted Akashi, with the way it was going it didn’t seem like he would ever fall. His pride crumbled when they tried a different tactic, though.

Instead of fighting alone, they all worked together as a team like it was originally supposed to be. Even Murasakibara put in a little effort for this part, having enough of Midorima’s shitty attitude.

When the game came to a close, they all vowed to never, ever play this “dumb ass game” again. It’s definitely a one time for the one time type shii.

Especially when they can hang their victory over Midorima’s head.

#✮⋆˙ 𝐈’𝐦 𝐛𝐮𝐢𝐥𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚 𝐞𝐦𝐩𝐢𝐫𝐞 — 𝐤𝐧𝐛 #kuroko no basuke #knb #kuroko no basquet #kuroko's basketball #aomine daiki #daiki aomine #knb aomine daiki #knb aomine #aomine fluff #aomine #kuroko no basket aomine #knb scenarios #knb imagine #kuroko no basketball #kuroko no basket scenarios #knb fics

[lamnwar]

Requests are open! ✨

I cannot count on my friend Laura to keep feeding me ideas for headcanons and stories, so I figured I should open my requests! I love writing but the ideation part is sometimes too much for me, because I'm a bit of a bimbo and most of the time my brain is half empty 😩

Frankly I hesitated to do that because I am slacking off on my uni work so should I be creating fan-content? Actually yes, I should, because it's my coping mechanism and it's really the only fun I get so yeaaah

Heyyyy, I'll be taking requests from now (05/05) till July (01/07) to publish content for the next 2 months. After that I might be too busy to write, so that's why I wanna do it when I can 🥰

From all the time I got to interact with people that read my content, I came to realise that you have great ideas so I wanna make it easier to write these!

WHAT I WILL WRITE (form-wise):

Headcanons

Short stories

Scenarios

WHAT I WILL WRITE (content-wise):

Anything that is fluff, sweet, or completely random; as long as it's nothing violence related (I'm a soft person so I'll stick to what I am more comfortable with)

NSFW stuff, as long as it does not include butt stuff and anything non-consentual, incestuous, or that I don't feel comfortable writing (because I may or may not be a kink shamer sometimes lmao)

WHO I WILL WRITE ABOUT:

Almost every KNB characters, EXCEPT Hanamiya and Haizaki (I know they're really loved in the fandom but they make my blood boil 😤)

I may refuse to write on certain characters because I don't know them well enough to imagine them in certain scenarios

I will not write NSFW content on Kuroko himself because he's a precious baby and I can physically get myself to do that :')

WHO I WRITE FOR:

Literally any of you <3

That means I will write x gn! Reader, x fem! Reader, x m! Reader

If asked, I will write specifically for you (either y/n or your actual name in there)

I will write specific ships between characters if asked

Alright, hope that's interesting to you guys! If you have any question, do not hesitate to ask :)

#i'm kinda excited #hi hi <3 #request open #knb #kuroko no basuke #knb hcs #knb headcanons #knb fic #knb scenario #knb x reader #kuroko no basquet #kuroko's basketball

[pillow-anime-talk]

awkward moment.

request: hello, may i request a nsfw scenario of kuroko with female s/o who’s akashi little sister (one year younger) about doing do to the do together but then akashi interrupted them by accident because he doesn’t know at first and then he realise what they were doing, please? if you don’t mind (plus: akashi doesn’t know they’re both dating because they’re keeping it a secret from everyone)

# tags: scenario; current relationship & siblings relation; aged up; romance; bit of comedy; got caught; light smut; nsfw

warnings: mention of sex, slow and lazy sex, mention of fingering, boobs kissing, pet names 

includes: female reader ft. tetsuya kuroko & seijuurou akashi {knb}

author’s note: HAHAHA I LIKE THIS ONE! thank you so much for it. and btw! this is my 100th post <3

For this weekend your father was on a business trip to South Korea, Seijuurou was on a banquet, and as the last member of the Akashi family who was alone at the household, you asked the employees of your estate to return home a bit earlier today. It allowed you to spend much more time with Tetsuya. One on one, I mean.

Of course, it started out slowly and normally at first; you made delicious dinner and your favorite tea, put on a random movie in your bedroom, then you two hugged and talked about the day and plans for the next day, but after a few minutes your hand accidentally rubbed against the boy’s thigh under the soft blanket. This little gesture caused some wet kisses and a nice fingering, ended, of course, with lazy, longing sex.

You haven’t seen each other being too busy with your studies and work for a long time, so your love-making was really calm and emotional. Your one year older boyfriend constantly caressed your body with kisses and a gentle touch, thanks to which you were forced to close your eyelids with pleasure, and at the same time you lightly open your mouth from which quiet moans or sighs came out from time to time. It was so nice that even the movie playing in the background didn’t bother you in your next tons of kisses or thrusts of Tetsu’s hips.

You were still covered with a dark blanket due to the temperature outside the window, but the current mood and your position couldn’t be more ideal. There was definitely nothing more enjoyable than being able to hug Tetsuya’s body, kiss his tasty lips and sweet nose, and feel the sexual tension and love between both of you. You were so pleased that you could make up for the last few days, which were extremely tiring, full of stress and uncertainty.

“Tetsu, you know I love you right? I’m so happy.”

“Yes, I know, Y/N. And I love you too, kitten. I am so glad that we can spend time together again right now. I missed it so much, love.”

Kuroko obviously shared your thoughts that you didn’t say aloud. So two of you thought the same, but he only focused on you at that time; on your smile, your pretty blushes, the warmth emanating from your tiny, much smaller than his body, on your voice and glowing eyes. He loved and appreciated so many things about you, it was impossible to describe.

He bent down a bit at one point, this time kissing your jaw, neck and both collarbones. And as his lips slowly approached the right nipple, you both heard a three knocks on the door and then a heavy wood opened wide.

Your face, as flushed before, now was pale as snow in December, when your older brother stood on the threshold with a bag of sweets in his left hand. At first, three of you knew that Seijuurou didn’t notice Kuroko’s presence due to the lack of good lighting, so he said simply ‘Hello’ to you and said that he had brought your favorite cookies with chocolate chips. You thanked him quietly, and he nodded, setting brown, small bag on the dresser next to the door. Then he left the room and closed the oak door behind him.

But at the same time three things came to him; first, when he entered the house, he noticed his friend’s white shoes on the doorstep, secondly he noticed clothes scattered all over your room, and thirdly, the smell of sex and Tetsuya’s perfume reached his nose.

So he turned again and opened the huge door, this time without knocking on it. As soon as he walked in, he frowned at the bed where you and Kuroko were still lying and your boyfriend was still in you.

“... Alright. When you two stop make love, I have to talk to you seriously. Both about how you two hid it all from everyone and how you were supposed to not inviting anyone today, Y/N.” He said in a calm tone that made your body shiver in strange way. “I also hope you have safe sex. After all, she’s my little sister, you know, Tetsuya. Be good for her or I will...”

“SEIJUUROU! GET OUT, I’M AN ADULT.” You screamed blushing, hiding your face in both tiny hands.

Your brother laughed softly, said ‘Goodbye’, and closed the wood, not coming back this time.

“We have a problem, I guess?” Your blue-haired boy asked, and you sighed.

“Yeah... But at least we won’t die as a virgins.”

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[erina-writes-headcanons]

Hiii love <3 can I request hcs of Aomine, Kiyoshi and Imayoshi with a s/o that's terrible at sports? Like how would they feel about how unathletic their s/o are 😭 thank you for this :))

❤️Aomine Daiki, Kiyoshi Teppei, and Imayoshi Shoichi Having S/O Who Are Terrible At Sports❤️

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A/N: YO MY FRIEND! Thank you so much for requesting me this headcanon. I feel like I am also Unathletic so this would be quite relatable for me and some of the readers. There might be some fluff scenes or some jokes. I hope you like the final result!

Warning: None

Gender: Neutral

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Aomine Daiki -Touou Academy

Darling, I'm not saying that Aomine is heartless but you know he can be an insensitive prick and the reason I am saying this is because Aomine would make fun of you.

But he's not a monster so he is only going to bully you lovingly when you fail to shoot your basketball. Yes; I said it. He is going to bully you when you fail to shoot your ball.

"Lol, is that how do you shoot the ball? Let me show you how babe. I'll show you how I do it," while messing up your hair and turning your hair into a bird's nest because he just loves messing with your hair.

I don't think he minds that he has a S/O that is horrible at sports but he does acquire to have a S/O that likes to have fun while playing sports. You don't have to be a good player, you just need to have fun.

If you are bad at sports as his S/O, he would make fun of you, especially your height if you are a short gremlin. However, he would be kind enough to teach you how to play basketball.

I'm sorry babe I know I said that he wants a S/O that does enjoy sports because he's the type that likes to invite people to have fun so if you hate basketball. There's a chance he's going to break up with you or he would keep forcing you to play with him.

If you are not good at blocking. HE IS DEFINITELY GOING TO STEAL YOUR BALL OFTEN! TOO OFTEN THAT YOU WOULD GET ANNOYED BY HIM! I'm sorry babe. I'm just saying how he is.

But don't worry, he would still love you even though you are not athletic enough. But that just means he will be more jerk because he's not going to stop to tease you.

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It was in the afternoon and the gym was surprisingly empty because it's usually filled with basketball team members training. There's a chance that they are going to train a little bit late because even the coach is not in the place or maybe the training would be tomorrow so it's very peaceful. There are no sounds of basketball balls hitting the board or the sound of the basketball team screaming.

(Y/N) which are you, find this kind of odd but you didn't really mind about it because it's better to be like this. You hate the idea of your face getting hit by those things. Those things are hard, harder than volleyballs to no joke. There are many cases of your classmates getting hit on the face until they were unconscious.

However, it spikes your curiosity and you want to know what it feels like to play basketball. You saw your boyfriend playing basketball before and he was an amazing player. No one ever has beaten him on the court each time you watch him playing basketball and defeating the enemy.

As a result of your own curiosity, the (H/C) haired and (S/C) skinned woman/man/nonbinary starts to get up from the sit before walking into one of the carts that were filled by the balls. Taking one of them and trodding closer to one of the basketball hoops. You do notice it would be very difficult for short people to play because this kind of thing is tall.

But this did not stop you at all. Instead, this makes you determined to get at least one of the balls inside of the ring as you start to dribble the ball. As your hand catch the dribbling ball, you took a deep breath and closed your (E/C) eyes before opening them to see the rings across from you, standing like a giant.

"BAM!"

Well, it sure disappoint (Y/N) a lot because it did not get inside of the hoop and (Y/N) can hear the horrible familiar loud laughter from far away. Your eyes immediately wide in shock, turning around to see your boyfriend, Aomine Daiki. Laughing at you for failing at your shoot as he wipes the fake tears from the corner of his eyes.

"Is that what you call a shoot?" he steps up inside the gym with a smirk on his face. "Let me show you how it's done, shortie-" he puts his arms in the pocket of his basketball shorts as he stands in front of you.

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Kiyoshi Teppei - Seirin High School

A gentleman and one of the hottest angels in Seirin. Also, the one who would most likely not judge you if you are horrible in sports and not athletic. So he is less much of a jerk than Aomine.

Kiyoshi definitely still loves you even if you never make a shoot in your life or if you are horrible in any sport because I believe his kind of type of person he crushes on is someone who is strong-hearted (we can conclude he likes the types who are resilient, brave or courageous people).

Kiyoshi definitely going to teach you how to play basketball, even the basics and you know he has amazing patience so he could even teach you the most basic things.

He might find it funny when you failed many shoots but he also feels slightly bad because he knows that you tried really hard so he would give you many chances.

Also, he would point out your mistakes and the reason why you fail the sport but in a polite way instead of blatantly saying it. he would just sugarcoat his words a little bit because he does not want to hurt you.

He would still be supportive if you are still interested in sport despite your lacking many skills or if you aren't interested in it. He's not a horrible teacher.

If you get sad because you feel not athletic like your boyfriend, Kiyoshi Tepeo. Don't be, expect some encouraging words from him as he said that you are perfect the way you are.

Also expect some hugs and pats in the back, he hates to see you get insecure or sad just because you feel you are not athletic and you're not a good match for him.

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As the manager from Seirin, (Y/N) (L/N) would always help Riko, the coach from Seirin by preparing some drinks, and meals and helping with the team training regiment to increase their skills by talking with her and taking important notes of each member and watching them play basketball.

However, it piques your curiosity whenever you saw them playing because they were working very hard to beat the other team's rivals. You heard the group had beaten Shutoku as well as Kaijou before but looses after playing against Touou. You saw your boyfriend's amazing skill in basketball and it made you interested in basketball despite not knowing how to play basketball.

As the rest of the team members surrounded your classmate, Riko who also happened to be your closest friend. You were sitting there and writing down other team members' important points by writing down their weaknesses and their strengths so Riko could make a better training regimen.

Nevertheless, it did not stop you as (Y/N) put down the paper on top of the bench. Taking one of the balls inside of the cart in the corner of the gym room before starting to dribble the ball in (Y/N)'s hand. Going forward into one of the basketball rings, see how tall the post is and if you are able to put the ball inside of the ring.

No one paid attention except the familiar pairs of warm brown eyes that watch your every movement. He could not help but feel happy that his S/O are trying to play his favourite basketball despite she/he/they aren't athletic as the rest of the other basketball team members.

Despite Kiyoshi hides his laughter when he sees you failing to shoot the basketball. Kiyoshi also feels bad, knowing that you are trying your best to even get just one goal and this gives him a quick idea before standing up from the bench and walking up to (Y/N). Getting closer and closer until he was standing behind you.

The (H/C) haired women/men/nonbinary felt a presence behind you until your turned around to see your boyfriend standing behind you with a smile on your face. "Ah, (Y/N)-san. It seems you had a little bit of troubleshooting the balls into the rings. If you don't mind, I would be glad to teach you how to play," Kiyoshi offers, placing his hand on top of your shoulder.

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Imayoshi Shoichi - Touou Academy

I am contemplating writing Imayoshi because I could see he has his annoying and insensitive moments but I could see him also as a supportive boyfriend even if you are not athletic.

The reason I am saying this is because there would be a time he does makes fun of you. You shoot the balls into the net or into the basketball ring and miss? He would tease the hell out of you.

However, it depends because if you are unathletic because of your injury. he won't make fun of you but if you are just basically lazy and hates sports? He makes fun of you but is not as insensitive as Aomine.

"Oh? Is that how do you shoot your ball? That is interesting, I never see a player plays like that" and proceed to get hit by you after you hear his little comment and he chuckles at your reaction.

However, I do not believe that his type of partner must have the same athletic skill as him as we can see in Kuroko's character bible. He likes a kikubari (a considerate person).

If you are interested in sport but you are not athletic enough. He's not a horrible teacher either, he would teach you even from the basic things.

Also if you had an injury and you are not athletic but you are interested in it. He would be very understanding and I can see him as someone who has enormous patience when teaching you.

So in conclusion, he is in a between. He would be mean to you slightly, making fun of you but in a joking way, like Aomine does. But he would be understanding too, a little bit like Kiyoshi but in his own way.

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It has been such a long time since you haven't played any sports after the incident that happens to you for a long time. The injury was severe that the doctor told (Y/N) to stop participating in heavy sports such as basketball, soccer, Volleyball, and other sports that could potentially be worsening the injuries on your knees.

This used to make you upset a lot, especially when you notice the way people stare at you with pity, it does frustrate poor (Y/N) as your skill in sports decreases and the only thing you could do is becoming Touou's manager just like your classmate, Momoi. She was your classmate that sometimes helps you out by taking notes on the rival's weaknesses before giving them to you.

Watching the other play basketball freely like a bird spread its wings, but those things made (Y/N) jealous and an idea popped into your mind. 'There's nothing wrong, right? If I'm playing as the others are resting? Maybe I should try' (Y/N) silently think to themselves/herself/himself as you take one of the balls that were rolling next to your feet.

A pair of slanted eyes sees you taking one of the basketballs, a little bit confused about why are you holding one of the balls until his confusion was replaced by a smirk. Watching your every movement from the start by starting to dribble on your hand, walking slowly before it turns into jogging and full-on sprinting until you were underneath the basketball ring and shooting the ball.

BAM!

It did not go inside at all, (Y/N) cheeks reddened, embarrassed that the ball doesn't go inside at all. Instead, it was thrown away and almost hit other players. "Oh? Is that how do you shoot your ball? That is interesting, I never see a player plays like that" A familiar yet annoying voice spoke up. Turning around, you could see your boyfriend with his usual annoying smirk, making fun of you after failing to get a point after throwing the basketball into the ring.

"Yeah, keep making fun of me until I smack that face of yours with the ball," you roll your eyes at him. "Ah, it's alright. (Y/N)-san. It's okay if you cannot play basketball. Here, let me help you. Follow my instruction on how to shoot," his smirk replaced with his genuine smile.

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[kodaiki]

[07:12 A.M.] [continuation of this]

aomine stirs awake first. he attempts to move around, turning over in his bed when the natural light coming from the sun in the window across his bed makes way to his eyes in an uncomfortable way, only to be stuck in place by something; or rather, someone:

you.

he furrows his brows and blinks the deliriousness of sleep slowly from his eyes as he looks down at his position. he’s laying on his back – not his favorite position to sleep in since he’s more of a head face down in the pillow sort of guy – with his forearm comfortable snug under his neck while the other arm is wrapped trapped beneath your body. your body which is clutching him as if for dear life; your fingers clutch at the fabric of his loose fitted shirt while your head is buried into one side of his chest, meanwhile your leg is draped over his body and tangled in his legs.

yeah, he’s not getting out of this until you wake up.

when aomine gets a grasp at the fact that he’s actually cuddling you, rather than sleeping beside you like he was before the two of you fell asleep, he snorts to himself.

you’ll be so embarrassed, he thinks with a knowing smirk. knowing you well and how much you care about his boundaries, he’s well aware you’ll probably wake up spurting apologies with that cute flushed face of yours.

aomine isn’t very fazed, to be honest. he’s woken up in this predicament other times, with few other girls, whether they were flings or short term girlfriends while he waited for mika. this would be no different; maybe a little awkward at first but something to easily forget about.

and then you stir from beside him.

"hey, sleeping beauty, you're hogging up all my space," aomine mutters hoarsely, slightly shaking you in his grasp.

you make a sound, stretching in place against him, head still buried in the side of his chest and briefly, you press your head into him slightly. “mnnh.”

after a moment of you stretching against him, your head slowly lifts up to face the man under you.

aomine’s raised brow and tired smirk are wiped form his face as he observes you slowly blink yourself ever awake, lidded eyes training to the sunlit room.

sure, your hair is in disarray and your lips are slightly chapped. your eyes aren’t even fully open as you lazily gather your surroundings, looking at the dark haired man.

but god, he’d be lying if he didn’t think you looked pretty like that.

it’s such an intimate position to be in; no one’s really seen you as soon as you’ve woken up, let alone had you in their arms. so being that someone?

aomine gulps and averts his eyes from yours, choosing to look over at the blank wall on the other side of his room.

“what time is it?“ you mumble, sleep lacing your tone, gripping the front of aomine’s front - he sucks in his lips - to push yourself up from your laid down position.

aomine gladly looks over at his alarm clock - he’s trying to appear casual in looking at everything but you at that moment - before muttering a hoarse, “7:15.”

that gives you the same amount of energy as a double shot espresso because your head snaps up and your eyes widen in panic. “crap, i have class!” and then your scrambling out of his bed, nearly kneeing him in a spot that he’d much rather not be hit in. you ramble a quick apology but you’re mostly focused on getting the hell back to your own dorm to get ready.

aomine sits up in his bed, back resting against the wall and he can only watch in silence, fighting back the flush of his cheeks, as you scurry to put on your jacket and backpack.

did you not notice the position you were in?

did you not care?

“thanks for letting me stay over,” you say in a hurry, mustering a bright smile - one aomine can’t even look at for a mere second before darting his gaze away. “i’ll see you at the coffee house?” you ask when you put your hand on the door handle.

aomine nods silently as you look at him expectantly.

“yeah.”

“great,” you grin, opening the door of his room and slipping out into the dorm hall.

aomine can only sit in a moment of silence with his eyes widened a fraction and gaze struck on nothing in particular in front of him.

he’s been in this situation before, he reminds himself. with other girls.

then how come is it just now, this time, that it feels like his heart is about to explode from his chest?

it’s back! sorry for the wait akdnwkw anyway, a flustered aomine is my fav aomine >:)

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[colorseeingchick]

Becoming Everything (Akashi Seijuro x GN!Reader)

Request: I NEED boyfriend!Akashi fluff. Anything really, cuddles, kisses, pecks, cooking, movie nights... Just anything. I need something longish and since writing long fluff is difficult you can have slight angst. Also it's fine if it is not long. Thank you!!!!!!

Summary: While spending an evening with your boyfriend trying to do work, it devolves into a cuddle session and a reflection on your relationship.

Rating: Teen. Suggestive-ish moments, but it's mainly just fluffy fluff. They're college 1st years. 2.5/10 chili peppers.

Word Count: 2k Jeez

Warnings: Soft and intimate Akashi. suggestive, unedited. Mainly unstructured fluff.

The tall windows of the Akashi residence were elegant. Arching at the top and crystal clear, they let the beautiful rays of sunset shine in, flooding the entire living room with a warm gold. As the giant photo frames shimmer and the crystal chandelier glistens, you can’t help but admire the serenity of the space. If you weren’t so stressed, maybe you’d even be able to enjoy yourself.

“Why is writing so hard?” You sigh, falling onto the plush maroon couch in the middle of the living room, the velvet kissing your exposed skin.

“I should be asking you that. You’re the writer, not me, remember?” Your eyes turn up to look at your lovely boyfriend, Akashi Seijuro, who’s sitting pristinely on the couch, laptop resting on his thighs. He turns his head to look down at you, his ruby eyes sparkling with the gold light.

“I question that every day. I just have the worst writer’s block right now.” For the first time in a long time, Akashi had gotten a day off from basketball- which meant that you two had planned to spend some long overdue quality time together. But even though basketball paused for a day, school work didn’t.

“It’s just a close reading! She said. Won’t be much work- hah,” you mutter under your breath as you lift your head to read your 3rd page of writing. “Oh my God this is so bad...In what world is 5 pages not much work!”

You feel a soft scratch at your scalp running down your head till a warmth presses up against your neck, supporting your head. “You’re going to break your head sitting like that, you know.”

You look backwards, letting a mischievous smile cross your lips. “Maybe my neck won’t break if I can place my head on your lap.”

The smile is reciprocated as Akashi places his laptop on the side table next to him. “Here’s a better idea. Sit up,” he holds your shoulder and helps prop you up, your legs still up on the couch. “Let’s read through your paper together, I’ll see if I can help you.” You’re ready to whine in protest, but he responds to your complaint before it can even come out of your mouth. “Come here,” he grabs your waist and tugs you into the space between his legs, which were now also up on the couch. You gasp at first, but after realizing how he wanted to be situated, you dig your feet into the couch to push yourself back and further rest against his torso, his longer legs on either side of yours, your laptop readjusted to sit squarely on your thighs. Akashi’s back is supported by the arm of the couch, his head resting over your shoulder, his arms woven underneath yours and ready to use your laptop.

Maybe this was slightly better than laying your head in his lap.

Knowing it’ll take him at least a few minutes to read through your content, you opt to throw your head back against his shoulder and close your eyes. With the light of golden hour still warming the darkness behind your closed lids, you let yourself sink into the sound of Akashi’s soft and hushed breathing, the rhythmic rise and fall of his chest applying the slightest of pressure to your back. It was a nice temporary relief from the overdrive of working on your paper. As the subtle smell of cardamom and cinnamon wafts into your nose, you realize Akashi’s wearing your favorite cologne of his. A small smile falls over your lips.

“I think the direction you’re going in is fine.” You can feel Akashi nod his head as he types away on your laptop, adjusting the grammar in your last few sentences.

“Just fine? Is there a better option?”

“No, I don’t mean it like that. It’s good.”

“Are you just trying to be nice?”

“I’m not exactly known for being nice, my love.” You feel his chuckle against your back. “If I didn’t think it was a successful paper so far, I’d let you know.”

“Mm,” you feel your shoulders relax just a bit as Akashi’s words comfort you. “Well, time to get back to work.” You sigh once again as you wiggle forward, ready to sit and think hard on what to write next.

“Ah, I’d reconsider that decision.” You feel one of Akashi’s hands press on you belly, keeping you in place, while the other gently shut your laptop closed.

“What are you-”

“Shhh,” he grabs your laptop and twists to place it on top of his own on the side table. “I, I’d like for you to stay close to me for a bit,” his words are soft, a bit shy, as his hand on your waist tightens its grip slightly.

Akashi was never desperate or needy- at the very least, he never showed it. But hearing him express his desire to be close to you always made your heart flutter. This was exactly what you wanted, too.

“I’d like that,” you say. As Akashi relaxes into the couch and wraps his arms around your waist entirely, he pulls you against him, burying his face into the crook of your neck. His arm strokes at your sides slowly, his nose pressing deeper against your skin.

“La Belle? For me?” He asks tauntingly, well aware of the perfume you’d sprayed yourself with prior to giving him a visit. It was his recurring gift to you, and also his favorite perfume of yours. “Just like how your cologne is for me?” You roll over so your stomach is pressed to his abdomen, your eyes directly level with his gem-like ones. Your hands press into his toned chest to keep you propped up, while hiis hands rest on your lower back, tracing shapes playfully.

“You can smell it? From so far?” He stares into your eyes, baiting you.

It wasn’t subtle by any means, but you had no problem following through.

“Mm, maybe I’ll be able to smell it better if I get closer...” grabbing at the arm of the chair with your left hand and at Akashi’s shoulder with your right, you pull yourself up so your nose grazes the spot behind his jaw and below his ear. Pressing your nose against him like he had to you before, the scent of warm spices hits you. You hear him gasp, sucking in air abruptly, and you can’t help but smile. Dragging your nose against his neck, you slowly inch down to his pulse point. “Ah, I love this cologne so much, Sei.”

When you hear his breath hitch and feel his grasp on your hips tighten, you know that you’ve won the teasing game.

When you and Akashi first got into the relationship, you were almost certain he wasn’t the type to enjoy physical touch. And for a long time, the way he acted confirmed that fact. He limited his contact to hands on the shoulder, or linking arms at formal events. On rare occasions, he’d guide you by placing a hand on the small of your back. And if you were lucky (and he was excessively tired), he’d give you a dazed kiss on the temple. That all changed after you were formally introduced to his father.

You came to the dinner dressed like an angel - it was the first thing that took Akashi by surprise. You had a conservative white dress/outfit that also did good work to highlight how elegant you were. But the way the dinner went was even better.

His father (to Akashi’s and every servant’s surprise) took an instant liking to you [note: Akashi’s father liked little to no people]. He was amused by your stories and your genuinity. And when you talked high praise of Akashi himself, gushing over his basketball achievements and academic standing, Akashi all but tried to conceal his blush. His father was aware of all his successes already. But to hear them so fondly recalled by someone else clearly pleased the old man, who hummed in content. By the end of the dinner, when you left to collect your shoes and jacket, Akashi’s father formally granted his approval of you as a significant other.

As he drove you home that night, you were terrified of his silence. Did his father hate you? Reject you as his son’s partner? You didn’t think so, but the way Akashi was acting didn’t really aid your anxieties. Not until he walked you to your door, asked you if he could come in, and then instantly crushed you in a hug the moment the door closed behind you.

He’d gotten approval to be with you. Meaning he could date you and not worry about anything else - he didn’t have to worry about having you taken away from him and hurting you in the process. He finally could allow himself to truly get attached to you, knowing that he could love you without hesitation.

“I don’t mean to be forward, but, can I kiss you?” He had asked, his hands cupping your face with anticipation. When you said yes, you weren’t ready for him to latch his lips onto yours and back you against the wall, caressing your cheek with every ounce of love he had to offer. He pried off his suit jacket and told you to go change into pyjamas, and he held you for an hour, napping with you laying on top of him, just enjoying the time as close to you as possible. That was the first night he told you he loved you.

Fast forward many months, you are now at the end of your first year in college, back to this moment on the couch in the Akashi residence. You know that, while he will still opt for small touches in public and that he was never an advocate of PDA, he’d take any moment alone to completely drown you in physical affection. Moments where he didn’t have to put on a facade, and where he could be his true authentic self to the core with you, he would.

“Forgive me if I sound vulgar, but I want to kiss you so badly right now,” he whispers into your ear as you nuzzle into him, playfully placing a small kiss on his neck where no potential onlooker would have been able to tell that you’d shared such an exchange.

“Then why don’t you?” You ask, pulling back from his body and looking up into his eyes.

“Because there are servants around.” His eyes shimmer with an innocent want.

“Then why did you tell me that you wanna kiss me?”

“I just thought you should know.”

You swear, if you’d told any of his teammates-especially the Generation of Miracles- how gentle he was, no one would believe you for a second.

“You know they’re your servants, not mine, right?” You ask.

“Yes, why?”

“Because I have no appearances to maintain in front of them.”

“And so-?”

“-I can do this,” You say before lunging forward, tackling him in a proper kiss. His eyes shoot open. He scans the room, checking to see if any of his servants had come by (even though he messaged them prior to keep their distance unless called), and once reassured, he closes his eyes and leans into you, cradling your head as he kisses you slowly.

As you pull away, you watch an uncontrolled smile crossing his lips. The sun now set, the moon shining brightly, the golden light that had illuminated his face had switched to a softer glow, a blue glaze flooding the room with peace.

“You’re my everything,” he says, eyes glimmering with so much love.

You smile back, all your school stress faded, and press your forehead to his. “And as are you, for me.”

A/N: Man this is the first thing I've written fanfic wise in college.

- I made them in college cuz I was unsure of what age you wanted anon I'm sorry

- there's no real plot ig. It's odd to write like that. But it was comforting so no one can stop me

- i donut mind requests! I love them actually. But pls do check my rules ^.^

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[nuclevi]

boyfriend. (hcs)

ft. midorima shintaro

i heavily associate enemies to lovers or arranged marriage trope with him lol our tsundere carrot head

he won’t simply ask out someone he doesn’t know. if he develops a crush on you as a stranger then he would like to get to know you and only confess when he’s sure you feel the same way too

he seems like a difficult person to get along with but is actually not so bad. you just need to be patient with him as he doesn’t know how to handle relationships

midorima thinks alot about you. he thinks about you while studying, doing dishes, cleaning his room, during practice, before sleeping or even as simple as walking back home from school. you are always on his mind even if he doesn’t let you know that

he loves hearing you talk about your day or gossip as he lays in bed after a tiring day. making small sarcastic remarks here and there and letting out hms and ohs

will be OVER THE MOON when you attend his matches and cheer for him. he would subtly try showing off during the game becus he craves your praise

did i mention he thinks of you often? what you ate during the day, what activities you did, if you need any help with studies, if you are getting enough sleep, if your mental health is okay, etc

likes to buy you lipglosses and crystals, if you are interested in them

walks you home from school everyday, all hands bumping and shoulders touching. if he’s staying for evening practice then he remindes you to text him after you have reached home safely

park, stargazing, breakfast and study dates!!!

midorima wears sweatshirts more than hoodies so expect to find one in your locker on a chilly day. but don’t tease him about it

he likes it when you trim his hair or give him a massage after rigorous games

while cuddling is a bit far-fetched in your relationship, he does enjoy when you lay your head on his shoulders. he has broad ones too so take full advantage of that!!

wants you to rely on him when you get overwhelmed, baby boy just wants to take care of you

even tho he is bad at expressing his feelings, you both have strongly established the importance of communication so he slowly tries for you. he tries to write down what’s bothering him and sending it to you if he finds it verbally difficult. the small ways he puts in efforts aw :(

sometimes when he finds out you are going to have a bad day based on your star sign, he tries to be as close to you as possible to avoid mishaps and even brings you your lucky item, although expect lot of blushing and stuttering lol

after every exam season ends, midorima gets you a little basket full of snacks and cool drinks to show you how proud he is of you

he is not a jealous person in general but sometimes feels insecure about his personality

don’t expect a lot of pda from him but he let’s you hold onto his arm at least

the first time you meet his teammates, its a whole fismarket lol “how did you get such a cute partner, midorima?” “do you have a sibling who is single, y/n?” “im pretty sure he paid a rando to pretend to be his s/o” “you are one sneaky guy, shin-chan” *pats midorima on the back like a proud dad*

meeting GOM is a bit less rowdy. they all noticed him smiling to himself often and becoming softer so they assumed it was something to do with his love life

y’all definetly have a pair of matching converse shoes <33

loves going to parks and just basking in the sunlight with you

if you are having a bad day then midorima lets you spend the night at his and brings you fast food while you rant and cry to him about your problems

when he is stressed, he lays his head in your lap and feels himself calm down w your presence

often kisses your forehead or palms

he is not one to have short term relationships so you are not getting out of this easily ༼ つ ◕◡◕ ༽つ

midorima is a good boyfriend and a very helpful person. if you show interest in astrology like him, consider him yours forever

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[takaobestboy]

Kise: I’m kind of crushing on someone, but I’m worried about telling you who it is, because you’re not going to like it

Kuroko: Just rip the bandage off.

Kise: It’s Aomine…

Kuroko: Put the bandage back on.

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[ferg0s]

Hi, love your writing so much! ❤ I was wondering if I can get a gangbang with Muraskibara,Midorima,Aomine and Kagami with a female s/o? If that's too much to do I totally understand. Have a good day ☺

“Ｇｒｏｕｐｅｅ”

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The victory against Jabberwock was something that would go down in history. No amount of screaming, dancing and celebrating could ever live up to the feeling of seeing the board light up with the final score before the buzzer went off. Besides the Jabberwock team, everyone was celebrating the win. The strong stench of booze-filled the air as Riko's father stumbled by - mumbling curses at the Jabberwock team forever thinking they had a chance - causing Midorima to lift his shirt up to cover his nose to avoid the strong smell. He was happy - thrilled and in shock even - his cold demeanour didn’t break.

He hasn’t felt like this in a long time. He could feel his hands shaking in the pockets of his jersey jacket. His leg bounced unnaturally fast, heart-thumping inside his chest. It was the post-game high. He has gotten used to winning ever since he joined the Generation of Miracles that he forget that this could even happen. The adrenaline from the game hasn’t settled yet and his body was jittery and looking for an outlet to waste all the extra energy. But he found himself unable to move. What could he do? Play ball? He’d win again - as if anything else was possible - making the endeavour useless. He needed something thrilling, something where he couldn’t see the outcome of, something-

“Shintarō,”

He jerked his head to the side to see who had called his name. It was Akashi.

“Everyone’s heading home. Do you have a ride?” He asked. “Yeah, I’m taking the train home,” Midorima replied. He got up and began to get ready to leave, he just has to get his gym bag from the locker room and he would be ready to leave. Standing up from his seat he began to dust off his pants, straightening them with the palms of his hands. The sudden giggle caught his attention and he looked up.

(Y/N) (L/N). The girl who worked for Rikos father. He hadn't met her until the day he brought her in with him, she went to a different school on the edge of the district. He said something about her working the front desk of the gym as a summer job - but all he could remember her from was the constant flirting her and Aomine would get into when they were supposed to be practicing. She stuck around to see the boys practice for the match against Jabberwock, often bringing in water and snacks for the players and subs. The skirts she would wear would always be hiked up to a very questionable height - everyone saw the panty hoes stocking she wore, the slight dark ones with the lacy tops - but despite the obvious flirting she was nice. She served as the manager in the Jabberwock match, making sure everyone had cold water and were patched up after an injury.

He wasn’t surprised when he saw her walking next to Aomine. It was about time the two of them went on a date or something - the tension they created was suffocating - and the way Aomine talked about her made everyone certain that he mostly won the Jabberwock match to impress her. Midorima paid them no mind as they walked by, he had better things to worry about. Pushing in his chair he began to make his way to the door that lead to the locker rooms. He reached out to grab the metal handle of the door when he heard his name being called.

“What're you doing here still?”

It was Kagami. Midorima turned around and saw the red-haired bafoon that was Kagami, standing next to Murasakibara. “I just have to get my gym bag and then I’m leaving,” Midorima replied. “Oh same,” Murasakibara chimed in. “Yeah me too,” Kagami said. The three boys stood in silence, waiting for someone to make any sort of move to break the awkward silence. Taking it upon himself, Midorima let out a sign, “do you want to go get them?” Without saying another word the three boys began to walk through the double doors and began to make their way to the locker rooms.

They all knew what was happening. They all had it. It was awkward dealing with it - what we’re you supposed to do besides beat your meat to let the built-up energy out?- there was no use in playing each other, they already knew the outcome and it would satisfy none of them. Which left the only plausible option, which was beating your meat. Kind of uncomfortable knowing that as soon as you all get home you’re going to fistfight your dick until you can’t feel it anymore, but despite that, they all managed to make it to the locker rooms in peace. The light was still on - strange - but they assumed that it was left on for them to close so they went in without a thought. So when they saw Aomine sitting on the bench with you between his legs, dick deep in your throat as he pushed down on your head, bobbing it on the length of his dick, it was a little surprising.

The sound of the door opening caught the two of you off guard - but not quick enough. You pulled away from Aomines dick, a string of off-white following your bottom lip as you pulled away to look at the three men staring at you. No one was shocked that you and Aomine were… bonding… it was just shocking to walk in on it. It was awkward and a little embarrassing.

“I was wondering when you guys would show up,” Aomine chuckled as he pulled his pants up as he stood up. You were still on the floor, bare knees on the hard coke floor, as you looked at Aomine walk over to the other guys. “You’re just in time.” He reached out and put his arms over Kagami. “Things were just getting started.” He chuckled. “What the fuck do you-“ “Awe c’mon,” he interpreted Kagami. Take his arm off him and walk back over to you. “We’re all feeling it - might as well put it into good use.” He said as he sat back down on the bench. “I know I am,” he smirked looking down at you.

No one said a word as they absorbed what Aomine had just said. “All of us?” Midorima chocked out. He looked down at you - there was no way you could handle that, especially at a time like this - but when he locked eyes with you, chills ran up his spine. “Exciting,” you cooed looking over to Aomine. He leaned forward, grabbing your chin with his fingers and placing a kiss on your lips, “good girl,” he cooed back as he pulled away.

“Daiki this is wron-“ “You don’t have to,” Aomine sighed throwing his head back. “Just know you’ll be missing out on a lot - baby, go stand against a locker and show them what they’ll be missing.” On cue, you stood up and walked over to the lockers directly in front of the three onlookers, playing your chest on the cold surface and bent over, opening your legs. Your skirt hiked up above your ass, ass spreading apart to show a glimpse of your pussy - the thick slick glistening in the locker room lighting. “Shake,” Aomine commanded. You wiggled your butt a little, your ass and thighs moving hypnotically. “Good girl.” Aomine rewarded. He turned his attention back to the guys by the door.

“Interested?” He teased.

It didn’t take long for their cocks to be buried in their fists as they slowly glided their palms along their shaft. Soft groans and grunts mixing with your squeals and Mewls and bounced around the confined walls of the locker room as Kagami stuffed his face deeper in your cunt. Your legs wobbled with every shock of pleasure that surged through your body - Kagami's firm grip on your hips was the only thing keeping you up at that point. Your back arched as you felt yourself be pushed further into the cold surface of the locker, the side of your face pressed against the metal while your braced yourself with your hands. The warm stream of Kagamis spit and your own slick dripped down your legs as Kagami dove his tongue deep in your hole. His hands looping between your legs and coming back up to spread your ass open. The constant assault on your clit from his tongue was enough to get you to the edge, but not push you off into an orgasm. It was torture. You had lost track of how long Kagami has been eating you out - 10 minutes? 15? - it didn’t matter, you were too lost in the pleasure to tell him anything otherwise.

The more Kagami pulled you back into his face, the more you felt your back arch to fit the position. Your panties had been discarded - more like ripped off by Aomine - and now served as a nice decoration piece around Midorimas cock as he gently pumped it on his dick. You could feel the carnivorous stares from them - you knew that they would ravish you when the chance finally comes - and the whole thrill of it just made things better.

“I think you’ve had enough to eat,” Aomine chimed up as he walked over to you two. Despite that, Kagami kept going, flicking your clit with his tongue and stopping to suck on the swollen bud, before he felt Aomines hand on his shoulder. He pulled away, taking in a deep breath as he began to refill his lungs with the air he was depriving them of. He leaned in and gave your abused clit a quick peck before getting up on his feet, wiping the wetness from around his mouth with his arm. He went and sat down on the bench, slumping in the seat before his hands went to palm the tent in his pants.

“Look at you baby,” Aomine teased, looking down at your figure. You were still in the position, legs open, bent over against the lockers.“You got spoiled by Kagami,” He walked up next to you, turning to face the three men watching you like him rabid dogs. He reached out and grabbed your ass, pulling your cheeks apart and exposing your wet cunt. “He really spoiled you didn’t he, princess?” He cooed as he smacked your ass. You let out a whine in response, your legs buckling. The sudden feeling of Aomines fingers in your cunt caused you to squeal. Immediately he began to scissor his fingers, stretching you out.

“You’re so tight baby,” he teased. “Sucking my fingers in like that - are you really that needy? Do you need your cunt stuffed, princess?” Aomine pulled his fingers out, your cunt immediately contracting at the sudden loss. He smacked your ass one last time, startling you, before going back to where he was sitting. “Atsushi,” he called. “Why don’t you stretch her out for us.”

You eagerly waited as you heard footsteps approach you - anticipating what would happen next - but you were caught off guard when a shadow overtook you, darkening the light that had been coming from the lights overhead. You turned around, eyes widening at the sight of the purple-haired giant - a menacing grin accompanying him. It happened in a blink of an eye. You felt his hands on your hips, his fingers digging into your hips, he pushed you against the locker and spread your legs further. You could feel his tip at your entrance - he was big, bigger than what you could take by a landslide - but that didn’t stop him pushing his throbbing dick in you. You were too stunned to let out any noise as you felt his dick push it’s way into you - the burning feeling from suddenly being stretched out taking over and numbing your senses. Your cunt resisted, tightening up and stopping his duck from going any deeper.

You felt him lean onto your back, coming closer to your ear, his hot breath hitting the side of your neck. “Is that all you can take?” He teased. Tears welled up in your eyes as your cunt went into overdrive trying to adjust to him. “Don’t be a hog, Atsushi-“ Aomine groaned. You heard Atsushi sigh. The last thing you remember was feeling his hands trace down your thighs to the pit of your legs, reaching lower until he had his elbows in your leg outs before lifting up. You let a short Yelp when you felt yourself suddenly be lifted up. The once darkening shadow you were under was gone, you were now fully exposed to the light - fully exposed to them. With your legs up to your face, Murasakibara held you up like you weighed nothing - your cunt on full display to the audience. The new angle tightened you up more - causing a bit of Murasakibaras dick to slip out.

“Is that all you can take?” Aomine chuckled. “Baby, he’s only halfway in.”

Before you could process what he said, Murasakibara thrust up into you. Your mouth opened but no noise came out, just a sharp gasp. Your body felt numb as Murasakibara pushed the last bit of his dick into you. He stopped - half out of pity and letting you adjust and half out of wanting to feel your pussy wrapped around his dick - and that’s when you finally looked down. The indent of his dick in your pussy left you speechless - ‘how the fuck did I take that?’ - but it didn’t last for long. Murasakibars began to thrust, his hips bucking up and sliding his dick in and out of you.

The stinging only lasted a few thrusts before you felt his dick practically ram into your g spot. You immediately melted into his touch - your body relaxing and muscles tensing down - loud moans began to escape your lips with each thrust. The sound of skin slapping skin filled the room - though it wasn’t loud enough to drown out your moans - the sound echoing in the small room.

“Why don’t you go out your hands to use, Shintarō?” Aomine said looking over at Midorima. Without hesitation, Midorima got up, almost like he’d been waiting for his turn, and walked over to you. Murasakibara didn’t stop for him - still continuing to pound into you while letting out a string of slurred words. You looked too dazed to even realize what was going to happen. Midorima raised his hand, gently sliding his fingers down your exposed thighs as they made their way to your swollen bud. Gently ghosting over your clit, he saw an immediate reaction from you - your body jolted and threw Murasakibara off guard. “Fuck-“ Murasakibara adjusted his grip onto you. “Keep sucking me in like that and I’m gonna cum-“

His fingers were still wrapped, now a little soaked from touching you. He took the finger wraps off and turned to face you. He reached up, caressing your cheek as you bounced from having Murasakibaras cock shoved deep in you. He grabbed the bottom of your chin, pulling it down and opening your mouth, not wasting any time shoving his fingers in your mouth. Despite your bouncing you managed to suck on his fingers, your tongue swirling around as a pool of spit built up in your mouth. Midorima pulled his fingers out, watching you pout at the sudden loss. Without hesitation, he brought his fingers down on your clit - pressing down on it just enough to evoke a reaction. You let out a loud while when you felt him slowly begin to circle your clit - his touch was gentle, yet so calculated.

Midorima toyed with your clit, relishing in the various Noises you made. At first, he was teasing you, but then he started to go faster - his slender fingers flicking, circling and pressing down on your clit - it didn’t take long for your body to be overstimulated. You threw your head back and began to squirm, cumming as you felt the boys draw out your orgasm. When you felt Midorimas fingers pull away you thought that they were done, your legs felt like jelly and your cunt felt like it was going to fall off.

“Let's change positions,”

You looked up and saw Aomine, the same devilish smile on his face. You felt Murasakibara loosen his grip on you, gently putting you down on the ground to stand up - but your legs said otherwise. You stumbled, Aomine catching you. “Why don’t you sit down,” he said as he gently began to help you sit down on the ground - what seemed like a kind gesture soon revealed its true colours when you felt yourself sit on what felt like someone. You looked down and saw long legs, turning back to see Murasakibara sitting against the locker wall with his dick out, standing straight up. You looked back over and Aomine, who stared down at you with dilated pupils.

He stood back up, hands going straight to his pants as he pulled down to reveal his dick. Soon the other two joined, standing in front of you and taking out his dicks. You felt Murasakibaras hands on your hips again, gasping when you felt him easily maneuver you onto his dick, sliding it between your pussy lips before pushing it in. You sat down on his dick, taking it all until the end, feeling sort of relieved to be filled up again. Closing your eyes you began to grind on his dick, generating some friction.

Opening your eyes you were greeted by the tip of Midorimas dick mere inches away from your face. His bright pink head was all you could see until you looked up. Your eyes met with Midorimas light green eyes, the once modest and embarrassed glimpses had turned into shameless, lustfully staring. You knew what he wanted - you were surprised that he of all of them would be so bold to step up. You were unsure of what the plan was - there were four guys and only two of them had their dicks insight, or in you - confused you looked round to see where the rest had gone, getting caught off guard when you saw Aomine standing to your side with his dick hard and practically in your face. "Don't act dumb, princess," He chuckled. You turned to the other side, this time not being surprised at the sight of Kagami's dick. You turned your head back to the man in front of you, wondering how your body was going to stay coordinated during this.

Maybe it was that piano lesson you had taken all those years back, but you found yourself on beat with every movement coming to you from the men all around you. Your knees ached from the constant friction they had to endure from the hard, concrete floor, your skin rubbing against it each time you lifted yourself off Murasakibaras dick, his large hands stationed at your hips to help support you. Midorimas dick slid deep down your throat every time you lifted yourself up, while your hands pumped both Aomines and Kagami's dick, sliding to the bottom of their shaft when you rose and coming down to their throbbing heads when you went back down.

This was all that Midorima could hope for. He could feel the tension from the game melt away from each thrust into your mouth, having his head so deep in you was a gamble. It was exciting. The uncertainty, the adrenaline release - he didn't know if it would be his last every time he would feel your lips touch the bottom on his dick. He thought that he'd cum after mapping out every grove of your esophagus, not looking down and locking eyes with you. The same eyes that he knew followed him as he made his way off the court, the same eyes that would look up at him after you'd tell him he did so good at practice, the same eyes he'd spend hours awake beating his dick to now looking up at him with pure drunk lust. It was like some perverted fantasy of his was coming true - wrong - it was his perverted fantasy coming true. Throwing his head back he bucked into your mouth one last time before cumming into your mouth, his hot cum leaking down your throat. You stopped moving at the sudden orgasm - the last of cum filling your senses, the twisted excitement causing your core to throb, and your hands to instinctively hold onto something to brace yourself. That led off a chain reaction - the sudden clenching caused Murasakibara to cum, the sudden squeezing made Kagami cum, a string of curses leaving his lips as he bucked into your hands.

For a second the world stopped moving - all you could feel was cum. Leaking in between your thighs, out of your mouth and down your cheek.

"Take your tits out for me princess," Was all you heard that caused you to snap back into reality. You looked up and saw Aomine standing in front of you, pumping his dick. "Take out your fucking tits-" He groaned. You unbuttoned your dress shirt, sliding it down to your elbows and pulling down your bra - your hands going up and pressing your breast together. Aomine let out a deep groan before he came - his hot semen sputtering on the tender flesh of your breasts. Once Aomine dick went limp you finally put pressure off your knees and leaned back into Murasakibaras's chest, panting.

"So - how're we going to clean this up?" You asked.

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