#hanamiya x reader

[kaiijo]

FRIENDS TO LOVERS — [KNB]

characters: aomine daiki, midorima shintarou, hanamiya makoto content: gn! reader, reader has implied tieable hair in midorima’s, toxicity (it’s hanamiya, no one is surprised) notes: scenarios inspired by prompt list here

aomine daiki ✶

aomine yawns again as he reclines against your pillows, sitting up only to peer at you. you’re working on homework that’s due in a couple of days, headphones covering your ears. you promised that you’ll order in food and play super smash bros with him when you finished, but it’s nearing eight and you’re still hunched over a problem set.

aomine groans loudly, “are you even close to being done?”

you move one headphone cup off. “i would be closer if you didn’t interrupt me every ten minutes.”

“i didn’t ask to hang out just to sit around.”

you roll your eyes. “you can go if you want, daiki.”

he sits up fully now, moving to the edge of your bed. “why’re you even doing this? s’not due ‘til friday.”

“some of us want to be good students.” you slide your headphones back on and turn back to scribbling out complicated equations on paper.

a couple of minutes pass again and instead of asking you anything, aomine stands up and shuffles behind you, reaching around and snatching the paper from underneath you. “hey!” you protest, shooting up from your seat and tearing off your headphones. “give it back, daiki.”

“no, you said you’d be done, like, two hours ago.”

“i swear i’m almost done!” you make a lunge for it and aomine just holds it above his head, his long arm adding to his already-massive height.

“no.” he smirks at the way your eyes furrow and your cheeks puff out. your head tilts to the left, and he knows that you’re thinking. he’s sure you’re going to try and jump of it again, so as a show, he stretches up further, the hem of his shirt lifting slightly. he swears he catches your eyes flickering down and something in his body sings a song of triumph and satisfaction at the motion. he can’t say why.

what you do next though is nothing that he expects. you stand on your toes, rest your hands delicately on his shoulders, and gaze up at him through your lashes. he startles; there’s something so… heated about your expression, about those half-lidded eyes.

“daiki,” you say softly. it’s almost hypnotic, the way you say his name, and he’s watching you with one raised eyebrow. the tips of his ears feel like they’re on fire.

he doesn’t even realize what he’s doing as his arm lowers, heading for the dip of your waist. he only snaps out of it at your victorious cry. “ha!” you take advantage of his still half-dazed state and push him firmly out of your bedroom door, closing it. the lock clicks into place and he hears you call on the other side, “one more problem, daiki, i promise. be a dear and set up smash in the living room?”

he walks down your hall automatically, the fire-like feeling spreading to his neck.

midorima shintarou ✶

takao holds up a porcelain statue of a cat. “what about this?’

“takao, what about that screams ‘midorima shintarou?’”

takao shrugs. “i don’t know, maybe it’ll be december 25th’s lucky item. does oha asa put out horoscopes ahead of time?”

“no, that’s why he listens every morning when it airs,” you reply, setting down a teapot from a bigger set. you thank the tired-looking cashier, who just waves drowsily as you two exit the shop.

the two of you have been shopping all day for midorima’s christmas present, wandering all over japan and into various tchotchke stores to look. he’s a notoriously hard person to please, especially with gifts, and neither of you want a repeat of the ‘grey’s anatomy incident’ where four people got midorima the same book last holiday season when he announced his intention to go to medical school. nor do any of you want to get that look from him that struggles to look somewhat grateful while being very, very obviously displeased.

“we’ve been walking all day!” takao whines, clutching his stomach as it lets out an ungodly rumble. you check your watch; you two have been out for at least four hours. you point at a small diner boasting american food. “would you be okay with that?”

“i’d eat you right now if you’d let me.”

you snort, “hard pass. come on.”

the hostess sits you two at a booth and you shrug off your heavy winter coats. you pick up a menu and glance over it, but when you go to ask takao what he’ll be getting and if he wants to split a large order of assorted fries with you, you see he’s not looking at the menu.

you definitely do not like the way takao is eying you right now. “what?” you ask defensively, hands flying to the top of your head to try and pet down at hair you presume has been ruined by your excursion. “do i look bad or something?”

“is that shin-chan’s sweater?”

fuck. you had forgotten about pulling on one of the sweaters midorima left at your house the last time you studied together. it’s insanely soft — a mix of gray wool and cashmere — not to mention extremely cozy and warm. you tried to return it to midorima before but he just pushed his glasses up the bridge of his nose and huffed, “wear it until you get proper sweaters. no, sweatshirts don’t count.”

you internally groan. you don’t need takao on your ass again about whether or not you’re sure you and midorima aren’t dating or if you like him like that. honestly, the only reason you haven’t given him a certain yes or no is because… you don’t really know yourself.

you don’t have proper time to answer before the bell to the restaurant chimes and you see very recognizable green hair. of all the time and places he has to show up. (well, he did text you this morning that your zodiac sign was the least lucky and to wear a blue watch in order to improve your fortune; you should’ve found the watch.)

“oh! shin-chan!” takao waves him over, giving you a sly look. “we were just talking about—” takao’s stupid hawk-eyes zero in on midorima’s wrist as he tugs off his gloves. he looks way too please with himself as he asks, “shin-chan, is that they’re hair tie?”

hanamiya makoto ✶

hanamiya steps out of the locker room shower, cracking his knuckles as he makes his way to his locker to dry off and change. he rolls his shoulders, toweling off his hair as he changes back into his school uniform. yamazaki and hara a prattling away, snickering under their breaths about the injuries they inflicted: sprained ankle, a hairline fracture, a minor concussion.

hanamiya doesn’t even turn around as he growls, “can you two shut up?”

to just bug him more, hara pops his gum. loudly. “who pissed in your cereal, captain?”

furihara drones, “you were sloppier today. almost got fouled by the ref.”

hanamiya doesn’t reply, yanking the knot of his tie down furiously. “fuck off.”

hara lets out a low whistle and seto asks, “does this have to do with your little friend? they got a boyfriend, right?”

hanamiya lets out a long breath through his nose and he spins around to face his teammate. “for now,” he says, slamming his locker shut.

“you got a plan, captain?” asks yamazaki as he digs through his duffel bag.

“when do i not?”

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you greet hanamiya’s mother with a thin smile when she opens the door. her face lights up when she sees you and she pulls you into a warm hug, telling you that hanamiya’s in his bedroom and that you could go right up.

you wonder if she can see the glossy film to your eyes or if she was polite enough not to comment on it.

hanamiya’s sitting at his desk, head propped up on his knuckle. he languidly flips through pages but you know he’s not really reading the material. he’ll get away with it too and get an a anyways, the bastard. he glances at you. “you look like shit.”

usually, you could banter with him. it’s why your friendship works; you have a thicker skin than most and you give just as good as you take, especially when it comes to hanamiya’s sneering, half-joking insults. normally, you would have replied with something like “still better than you,” but instead, your frayed nerves snap and you feels the hot tears start rolling down your cheeks.

hanamiya’s simpering expression sobers up and he sighs heavily, ushering you to sit on the bed. “why’re you crying?”

you sniffle and tell him that the guy you’ve been seeing from your literature class broke up with you. just out of the blue told you that you two wanted different things and you were going to colleges in different areas and that wouldn’t work and he was sorry and… that’s all you gleaned because his words were so rushed as he scurried off as fast as he could.

hanamiya’s brow furrows sympathetically and he draws you into a hug, saying, “i told you i didn’t like that guy. fuck him.”

you sink into his arms. “yeah,” you mutter, “fuck him.”

as you relax against him, hanamiya can’t help but smirk to himself in satisfaction. someone who runs off after a little confrontation doesn’t deserve anything from you.

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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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[tetsunabouquet]

Omg i just found your blog and its just what i need. What do you think about imayoshi, midorima and hanamiya with a very enthusiasm reader who for sure has adhd???!?? I mean, once i read somewhere thats imayoshi dosent like enthusiasm woman or somethin like that.

A/N: Here you go, a drabble for each!

Midorima

He was your calm other half, and you were the energy crackling under his skin visible to the naked eye. His bouncy other half. At first, people were a tad bit surprised when the two of you starting dating, that Midorima was interested in someone so, well, unlike him. Until they saw how well the two of you balanced each other out, and then everyone had declared it a match made in heaven. And thus there you were, at the front in the audience. Wearing a cheerleader uniform. It was Takao's idea, considering your enthusiasm whenever you came to watch Midorima play. You always came up with fanchants for Midorima in days leading up to big games like these. Your easily distracted mind, would often drift to them in class and you'd practise them during lunch break. It was the only form of humiliation that Midorima would put up with, but they always felt like they boosted his confidence once he was actually hearing them when playing. Your fanchants were like magic spells, but he knew that when he'd utter that out loud he'd sound horribly stupid. So he only ever told you that when no one was around. You couldn't even sit still in the train, so Midorima kept you occupied with a game of 'I Spy', partially also to distract himself from the nerves of having to play. He really didn't knew how games would be like without you now, without your fanchants lifting him up higher then the skies. Without your nervous energy reflecting what he felt on the inside when you gave him a good luck kiss. He needed you to cheer him on, so it was rather fitting for you, even though Takao had suggested it as a way to tease Midorima. If he were to be honest, the cute cheerleader outfit that just happened to be in Shutoku's team colors was doing something to him that he was trying very hard not to think about. So when the other team remarked Shutoku seemed to have a cute cheerleader, Midorima couldn't help but make the remark you were his girlfriend with absolute pride. He certainly made sure to kiss you for it, after he left the locker room during the breaks. "Thank you for being my good luck charm. Your energy is always so contagious." And to this, you smile.

Imayoshi

The moment he saw you, a whirlwind of energy as you raced through the infirmary that time he sprained his ankle during basketball training, he fell in love with you right away. You used your hyper-activity as a way to keep an of the To-Oh students with the misfortune to land themselves in the infirmary, cheerful. You were the leader of the school's health club who helped the nurse at the infirmary, and everyone knew you as the sunshine of the infirmary. Everyone's favorite clown. Imayoshi loved how you used your nature to the benefit of others, how you turned what others might perceive as a weakness into a strength. You were clever and attentive, not just some loose cannon that would annoy him. And he was overjoyed when you said yes to being his girlfriend. He loved greeting you each morning, loved the feel of your hand on his, his arms around you. He loved the little things, like whenever you were bored and hyper to do something, you'd bake him something nice. Imayoshi considered himself quite the lucky man, having a girlfriend such as yourself. You were waving your arms around as you bounced off the stairs, "Shou, good morning!" You chirped, your hair falling in place with such a slow pace Imayoshi would wonder the air wanted to take a chance and play with your hair. Imayoshi couldn't blame the air if it wanted to do so. He grabbed hold of your hand, and grinned. "Shall we go to class?" You nodded enthusiastically and you were swinging the hand holding Imayoshi's as the two of you walked to class. Five months ago, doing something so bold across the hallways would have perplexed many. For Imayoshi wasn't known for being a silly person, except for his drawings or when he wanted to get under someone's skin, but you just opened him up in a whole new kind of way. Sometimes, it felt like his only delight were these little moments the two of you shared, and he'd gaze sleeplessly at the ceiling all night long, thinking of you. It was the experience of young love, so sweet and tender. Even a clever fox like Imayoshi would be humbled and left a fool in its face.

Hanamiya

When he first spotted you, bouncing cheerfully across the hallway, he was struck by how innocent and gleeful your expression was. It lit up your beauty in a way that he previously had only read about in novels with a romantic plot- ones he'd never admit to read to others for the sake of his own pride. My oh my, did the bad boy of the Kirisaki team experience the wonders of love at first sight? The joy in your steps was so pure, the energy bright and sparkling like fireworks. To Hanamiya, you were a mesmerizing sight. Before he knew it, he felt himself rigging team games during P.E class for you and watching your every move from the shadows, like a predator waiting for his prey. To attack and snatch your heart at the perfect time. Hanamiya had made sure to have planned it out perfectly, threatening any student who'd dare to come close to the music room, where he had planned his confession considering you were fond of drumming as a way of releasing your energy. He'd also made sure that they wouldn't utter to you that he had threatened them to begin with. He didn't wanted to receive a scolding from you. You always kept him from crossing too many lines after you had started dating. Energetic, pure and honest, you were pretty much the opposite of his character. Which he liked. It was so often exhausting, to be so much more intelligent then everyone else. Having someone so drastically different then himself yet understood what it's like to be unlike the rest was incredible. To finally be able to sit down next to you, lay his head on your shoulder and just let all his frustrations with annoying stupid people's opinions wash away, was something he had desperately needed for a while now. He smiled as he watched you sprint your way towards him. No one else, other then you, would approach him with such upbeat energy, everyone seemed to be cautious because of the dark rumors about his character. But not you. You actually tried to understand. As you reached him, he wrapped his arms around you, like the threads of a web holding onto a spider's prey. He was going to hold onto you, with all of his strength.

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[angelsdevils]

What They Do When You Hold Your Hand Out: Part 1

He stares at your hand confused at first after drinking from his water bottle. He put the water bottle in your hand.

When you don't put the bottle down, he looks around before giving you his phone.

"Is that what you want? I don't have anything to hide from you love."

He furrows his eyebrows when you don't accept his phone either. He thinks for a moment, before putting his entire wallet in your hand.

"You must want something, get whatever you want. There is no budget love. Just be back before practice ends so we can go out to dinner. The pin to the card is your birthday." He leaves and heads back to practice. You can't help but smile and set his wallet down.

He looks at you unamused before slapping your hand.

When you keep your hand out, he looks around before before leaning over your hand. He places a small kiss to the palm of your hand.

You fight back a smile but keep it out before he sighs slightly irritated.

"What the hell do you want stupid?"

He see a smirk on his face and you wonder what's going through his mind.

"I get it now... could have said something. I could have ended practice early." He grabs your hand, and places in front of his shorts on top of his imprint.

He laughs loudly when you retract your hand and hold it to your chest with a blush.

"Idiot..." you mumbled.

He places the basketball in your hand, when you hold your hand out.

You let the ball fall keeping your hand out and he blinked. He looks at his burgers before placing one of them in your hand.

He frown slightly tilting his head, before giving you another burger.

He soon adds his fries and shake to the burgers that are now in front of you.

"(Y/N)? Are you going to be able to eat all of that?"

His face lights up suddenly and digs in his bag before opening a box. He puts a ring on your finger with a blush and a cheeky smile.

"Marry me after High school?"

"TAIGA!" Your eyes widen and looked at the ring and he had a bright smile.

"Taking that as a yes."

He just places a condom and a porn magazine in your hand.

"I knew you wanted to try somethings, let's skip practice now."

He leaves you as you stare at your hand with a blush before chasing after him yelling.

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[imagine-knb]

Yandere!Hanamiya with the zealot prompt "you are my religion" if possible please? I really missed this blog!

Happy Halloween!

My first Halloween ask and it's for my favorite asshole ♡ This prompt was a little difficult, but I had a lot of fun with it! Admin Neon

Content Rating: Mature (violence; semi-religious themes)

It had begun as a joke — a teasing nickname — when Hanamiya began calling you 'angel'. Started by the fact you treated people so well, not a single ill word said against you. You were a good person, the complete opposite of him. Where most people would venture to claim you were born from the promised land, those same people would spit out his name as if it were synonymous with the devil himself.

Which is why it came as a surprise to everyone when the two of you started dating. The worried glances that were always tossed your way did not go unnoticed and more than once you had people questioning your sanity out loud. But Hanamiya was a good person — you were so sure of it — because, despite his reputation, the notorious bad boy treated you well.

It was as if you were made of the divine and his devotion ran deep. Everything was said as if perfectly practiced to please you. Every look, every touch, every praise was filled with adoration. The time you spent together was like your personal little slice of heaven on earth and you relished in the fact that you were proving the world wrong. Hanamiya was not the demon people made him out to be.

Eventually, you fell in love. It was right around that time that Hanamiya had stopped calling you 'angel' and started calling you 'your holiness'. You had laughed the first time, thinking it was a joke. A silly callback to an old nickname taken a step further. You thought it even sillier when he got others involved, growling about them being too close as if he worshiped the ground you walked on. It was funny how far he was willing to take a simple, joking nickname.

But, oh, how wrong you had been.

How were you supposed to know that Hanamiya took the title seriously?

The sound of a fist meeting a jaw was honestly not that loud. Not as loud as that same jaw meeting pavement, skin scraping against uneven ground and teeth cracking against something more solid. Even louder than that was the scream that had ripped itself from your throat.

"Makoto, stop!"

But your screeched command fell upon deaf ears as Hanamiya proceeded to kick your neighbor while he was down, the toe of his shoe landing heavily against a ribcage. It made you want to puke when you heard bones snap.

"Maybe you'll think twice now before stepping this close to the divine," Hanamiya sneered as he knelt next to the beaten man.

With one hand curling into the fabric of your neighbor's shirt, yanking him off the ground by the collar, Hanamiya reeled back his other hand in a fist. You covered your eyes after knuckles met their target the first time, unable to bear witness to the scene before you. You could hear every second of the scuffle, from your neighbor's desperate attempt to flee to Hanamiya's sadistic laugh all the way down to the sound of flesh tearing as it was beaten over and over again.

It felt like ages for the sounds to finally die down. When you peered through your fingers to assess the damage, what you saw made your skin pale.

There was blood. A lot of it. None of it was Hanamiya's, you were sure, but a lot of it had found its way onto him. Spatters of copper scented fluid were on his fists, his clothes, his face — he was wearing it like a prize. Despite the fact he had stopped moving, Hanamiya's eyes remained fixated on his victim still held up by a single fist ensnared in a shirt. He looked paused in thought, as if he were debating if it'd be worth it to continue his punishments.

"My god, Makoto, what have you done?" Your meek question pulled him out of his silent reverie.

"God?" The cold stare he sported turned to you, piercing you with his gaze. They looked foreign, like a different entity entirely. Like Hanamiya was a man possessed. "I don't believe in god."

Hanamiya let go of your neighbor, letting the other man's body drop to the floor in a heavy thud. You tried to ignore the sound of your neighbor's struggling wheeze, eyes instead fixated on the slow pace at which Hanamiya was striding toward you. With slow, cautious steps, you walked backward away from him — you knew the action was futile. Your knees wanted to buckle underneath you as he crowded you against a corner. You looked up at his looming figure with newfound fear in your eyes. Every warning you'd ever heard uttered about Hanamiya, thrown out the window because you were too blindly in love, was suddenly coming back to your mind.

"Who needs a god when I have you."

You saw the glimmer in his eyes, like he was delighted when you visibly shuddered as one of his hands came up to stroke at your cheek. His knuckles smeared your neighbor's blood against your skin. The previously cold stare he harbored softened into that adoring expression you were used to, his tone saccharine as he spoke.

"You're the only thing I need. Now and forever. You are my religion."

When the kind light in his eyes dimmed and the pleasant smile on his face was replaced by a wicked smirk, curling the corners of his lips, you knew then that the Hanamiya you had fallen for had been a hoax. The demon that had been lying in the waits inside was finally ready to claw its way out. He had you cornered, tangled in a web of lies he'd woven so intricately, you'd never find your way out.

As Hanamiya shifted the caress he had on your cheek, grabbing onto your chin to pull you closer, his voice dripped with menacing venom. "And all these other infidels? They're going to burn in the crusades."

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[madammidnightsblog]

Kirisaki Daiichi Edging

Warning : edging, handjob, mommy kink, dacryphilla, slight pain kink, degrading, fingering, gagging, rimming, eating out, vibrator, thigh riding, marking

Hanamiya

"Fuck, Mommy please, shit, please slow down, oh god, please Mommy!" He cried, warm tears falling down his tear-stained face as your hand only pumped his dick faster, giving his angry purplish tip more attention.

The precum and lube made it easier to move your hand on his sensitive cock, loving the high pitch whines and cries from as the pleasure built up quickly. You loved seeing the usually sadistic and cocky man becoming a babbling and crying mess under your touch no matter what you did, it made your pussy clench around nothing. His hands were weakly pushing your hand away, but your free hand was quick to hold his wrists to his chest as your hand only faster. His hips raised while weakly thrusting into your wet fist, but you pulled away which made him whimper and beg you to touch him again. Scoffing at his needy behavior, you decided to smack his dick that stood proudly, and it earned you a sweet mewl along with a sob. It's been an hour of nonstop edging and teasing which he rightfully earned, but they didn't stop him from demanding for more.

"Such an indecisive whore you are. One minute you're telling me to stop then the next you're begging for more. I can't believe how fucking dumb you are to think I would even give in though as if you didn't basically beg for a punishment from your attitude. You're lucky I'm even fucking touching your pathetic dick." You spat with every smack to his dick, and it only made him throw his head back onto your shoulder, moaning like a bitch in heat along with small whines.

"Y-You're acting, shit, like you're..you’re not enjoying this." He moaned as his dick twitched from the arousing abuse you gave it.

Furuhashi

Two fingers of yours were thrusting eagerly in his sopping hole, watching how it fluttered and clenched around your fingers as he held his cheeks apart for you. A ball gag was placed in his mouth as drool dripped from the white gag as moans muffled and vibrated behind it as your fingers curled slightly, hitting his abused prostate. Lust filled eyes watching you as his eyebrows knitted together when your fingers scissor him open ever so slightly before pulling them out which earned you a soft whine from him. His hole fluttered and twitched at the sudden emptiness, and he silently pleaded for something to fill him which you gladly did so by giving his hole a small kiss which made his breath hitch before you pushed your tongue into him. Your tongue swirled and probed at his velvety walls that had his hips jolting away but pushing back on the small muscle as airy groans behind the gag filled the room. His eyes were blinking away the tears that formed as your tongue was massage his swollen gland which made his toes curled in arousal.

"Mmh!" He moaned as his nails dug into the fat of his ass to keep him grounded, his knuckles turning white along with his nails that where pressing crescents into his skin.

Pulled back you teasingly licked at his hole with a giggle, "You're so cute." You purred before shoving your tongue back at it, teasing his walls by swirling your wet muscle as the taste of the strawberry lube filled your senses.

Hara

"You like that huh?" You moaned as you pressed the vibrator to his leaking tip which he dumbly nodded.

His eyes were screwed shut as he tried to focus on not cumming yet despite your other hand fondling his balls which had him on edge, "Like it a lot! I like it a lot, Mama!" He moaned as the vibrator was trailing down his shaft and balls before pressed against his twitching hole since his legs were forced open by your knees.

Seeing him twitching and moaning so much, you knew he was close to cumming so you lowered the volume of the toy before drawing circles on his balls to get a soft grunt. He loved his balls being played with so you were making sure they got a lot of attention while leaning forward to press a kiss to the corner of his mouth before pushing his bangs back to see his eyes slowly opening to stare up at you in lust. He whimpered for a proper kiss so you pulled him into a soft kiss, lips slowly moving in sync which he moaned into it as you dragged the vibrator up his base back to his tip and smeared the beads of precum that was bubbling up. Pulling away, Hara licked away the strings of saliva before biting his lip as you tell him how pretty he looked right now.

Yamazaki

"Mommy.. Mommy.." He whines as he grinded down on your thigh, dragging his cock painfully slowly against your leg in an attempt to edge himself.

He was pent up from practice and games. He needed to do something to get him off and what better way than riding his Mommy's thigh that he loved so much. Your mouth was busy kissing his neck and shoulders as your hands held his hips to help him and he melted into your touch so easily which made him desperate to make you tell him how much of a good boy he was, he was in desperate need to be called your good boy. His hips moved faster as your teeth brushed against his collar bone before you sucked on the soft skin. Pooling of precum on your thigh made you coed when you pulled away and watched how his face became a dazed and needy expression as he looked at you for any praise which you happily gave.

"My good boy using Mommy to get off, hm? Using my thigh to feel good just like a good boy would." You cupped his face and pressed a kiss to his nose which made him almost cum on spot from

#sub character #anime smut #x dom reader #anime #knb smut #knb x reader #knb #knb yamazaki #knb hara #knb furuhashi #knb hanamiya #kirisaki daiichi

[pillow-anime-talk]

his talented baby. {pt.2}

synopsis: You as a person with a huge (and hidden) talent, and also a person who really surprises your boyfriend.

# tags: scenarios; current relationships; romance; some comedy; big fluff; some PDA; sfw

includes: gender neutral reader ft. sebastian michaelis & undertaker {kuroshitsuji} + josuke higashikata & rohan kishibe {jojo 4}

part one {click}

— SEBASTIAN (ft. chess)

Sebastian was perfect in everything; in cleaning, in cooking, in playing various instruments, in foreign languages, in gardening, even in singing and dancing. There was, however, one thing he couldn’t achieve fully well, and that was the game of chess.

Of course, he defeated others (I mean here; Grell, Agni, Bald or Finny) with ease, but when you offered him a game one day, his so far intact worldview changed dramatically. Eventually he found someone better than himself, but at the same time he felt so damn frustrated that he couldn’t win against your person. You were better than him, than Ciel, and even better than Mr. Tanaka, who was almost equal to him and the young lord.

“... Your move, Sebastian.” You announced by moving the bishop to the field of your choice, taking his black rook at the same time. “Are you going to give up, my love?” You smiled gently as you took a sip of delicious English tea with the perfect amount of sugar. The man looked at you in response, frowning and looking at the chess alignment after a short while.

“No. Everything is fine, I just need to think for a moment.” He said calmly, though his face expression seemed to hide the urge to swear. “I am impressed with how quickly you made such a confusing setup, darling.”

“Well, well. My grandpa taught me to play. As the saying goes, the student has surpassed the master.” You chuckled as you put your chin on your right hand while looking at the fingers of your man surrounded by white gloves, who decided to move the king to space F5. “Maybe someday you will surpass me, who knows?”

Sebastian stared at you out of the corner of his eye, nodding in delicate, almost invisible amusement.

“Maybe someday, dear. For now, I will give you the honorable title of the best chess player.”

— UNDERTAKER (ft. drawing)

Drawing has been your passion since you remember and you loved to paint literally everything; still life, nature, huge landscapes, other people, animals, and even things that didn’t make much sense (Picasso was one of your biggest inspirations when it came to cubism). In addition, in your bag you always carried your favorite blue sketchbook in which you drew tiny thoughts or things you noticed while walking, working or drinking coffee in a cafe.

That day, however, you were sitting quietly on one of the chairs in the funeral parlor, and the Undertaker was also sitting nearby – he was writing names with concentration, calculating in his mind the number of deaths in the last month and year.

His calm face was really handsome from your perspective; the faint light of the lantern caressed his pale complexion, and his green eyes full of mischief stood out behind his fair hair. Every now and then you glanced at the tall man, then your eyes focused again on the small notebook whose pages were blank. I mean, they were not all empty; some of them had sketches of dogs on them, others sketches of flowers, and others featured the figure of a tall Grim Reaper.

When you finished your illustration, you smiled and nodded, satisfied with your work. A beautiful play of light, self-confident pencil strokes and small additions in the form of ivy and rosemary beautifully composed the whole black-grey picture of Adrian.

“Excause me, darling...?” You whispered hesitantly, not wanting to interrupt his work. Nevertheless, the man quickly looked in your direction and a wide smile appeared on his face.

“Yes, my little flower.” He asked, instantly standing up and forgetting about the paperwork – you were definitely more interesting than the dead, after all. You showed him your drawing with a slight blush on your face and he opened his mouth in slight shock. “It’s me?” You nodded, and the Grim Reaper just chuckled. “Am I really THAT handsome?” He joked and you just rolled your both eyes. A short time later, Undertaker praised your talent, asking if you’d like to hang some of your sketches on the board next to the entrance.

— JOSUKE (ft. playing drums)

More than five years ago, you and your three friends started a music band. Since then, you’ve been focused on making your dreams come true, on small concerts played in the Morioh, on school performances, also on learning notes and practicing singing. You were the drummer and leader of ‘CR△WL’; your vast musical knowledge, willingness to develop your passion and daily rehearsals aroused great admiration from the rest of the band and from people who watched your slowly growing career. Of course, Josuke was no exception, on the contrary – he considered himself your biggest and most faithful fan, who with the greatest pleasure went on dates with you to music shops or bookstores with records of old bands.

The young man was delighted every time you played the instrument – just like years ago in your garage when you first played ‘Paranoid’ by Black Sabbath for him. He was smitten and would come over to your house to listen to your covers or help you make a video for your YouTube channel (you were pretty popular for tutorials, trivia, and drum videos).

“...Y/N, Y/N. Would you be able to play this song?”

That day, Josuke visited your house once again. Your mom made you two some snacks, and you grinned as you practiced another song for an upcoming concert at one of the smaller festivals this summer. Your boyfriend seemed to be excited like never before, so you asked what is the title of mentioned song. Hearing the familiar words, you just smiled, nodding your head in response.

Instantly, your both hands and right foot began to beat the drums, which making the dark-haired teenager’s face look very surprised.

“Y/N... You really know every song on this planet!”

— ROHAN (ft. rapping)

Karaoke, bowls full of ice cream and fruit, carbonated drinks, hot snacks and great company were what you’ve been missing for the last few weeks. Focused on studies and work, you didn’t have time to rest properly; but you finally met with your closest friends and you also took Rohan with you.

You had a great time gossip with besties who talked about changes in their lives and new achievements, for example, at work. You were telling about your experiences as well with a huge smile, while Rohan was sitting right next to you, talking to some people from time to time. He wasn’t interested in large gatherings, but he couldn’t say ‘No’ to you either because you were too sweet that evening.

Suddenly, one of Cardi B’s songs was played in the background and you almost squealed.

“Ooooh, I see that someone want to sing, huh?” The blonde haired girl asked, and you just laughed, thanking her for the black microphone.

Rohan almost spit at his new shirt as soon as you started rapping the verses without any problems, without even looking at the screen where the lyrics were displayed. You had a great time dancing a bit in the middle of the small room. You looked at your partner with a smirk, sometimes sending a kiss or wink in his direction. You were literally in your world; you showing your energy and love for music so perfectly.

Rohan was really surprised.

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[reallyromealone]

Hi first i hope you are having a great day.

I wanna ask if you could do a hanamiya Makoto x male skaters 🛹 reader that can do crazy tricks and hanamiya didn't know about it until he saw his lover do tricks on his board.

Kinda like sk8 the infinity (just some fluff pls)

And you don't have to do it if you don't want to!

Have a great day!!!

Fandom Kuroko no basuke

Title: skateboard days

Makoto hanamiya x male reader

Fluff

Note: As someone who can skateboard, I will do my best but I will be using actual skate techniques and such and not an anime version of it

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"hm?" Makoto feined interest as his boyfriend came barreling towards him "babe!"

"Stop yelling dumbass"

"I want you to come to the skatepark with me this weekend" (name) said happily, truly the golden retriever to Makoto's black cat "oh? And why should I do that?" "Because I learned cool tricks and I want to show you" (name) said with a big grin and Makoto sighed "if it's not cool I'm leaving"

(Name) was excited as he met up with his boyfriend, his prized skateboard in arm "this one I have been practicing for weeks! It's an Ollie 540" (name) said excitedly and Makoto wasn't sure what to expect, never really seeing his boyfriends skateboarding but he wasn't expecting this.

It looked simple but he could tell the timing it took to make it happen and his boyfriends focused expression "WASNT THAT COOL?!" he said excitedly and showed him a few more tricks, excited that his boyfriend was showing interest in his passion.

They spent the day doing this and (name) even taught makoto how to ride much to the others feined annoyance, he would rather die than admit he was happy his boyfriend was so happy to show him.

"The last Thursday's of the month, there's a skate contest and winner gets 100 dollars and one item of choice from the skate shop! You should come with me! I'll get you chocolate after!"

Makoto did choose to live this fucker.

#male reader #anime x male reader #anime x reader #knb x male reader #knb x reader #kuroko no basuke #makoto hanamiya x male reader #makoto hanamiya x reader #fluff

[seijaka]

Could you do a nsfw scenario for hanamiya in which he is tutoring you (I currently have hanamiya and akashi tutor brainrot stuck in my head)

thank you for the request! i'm sorry if this isn't exactly what you wanted, since the request was somewhat vague, i kinda just did whatever lol. feel free to send another request if this isn't what you had envisioned :-) sorry it's kinda short lol

that magic touch

feat. tutor! boyfriend! HANAMIYA MAKOTO  word count. 1,065

warnings. NSFW content, afab gn! reader, reader wears a skirt, plot at the beginning is kinda rushed lol sorry, maybe OOC hanamiya, use of pet names ("pretty" "baby"), thigh-riding, fingering, light overstimulation, no actual sex, dacryphilia, slight manhandling, not proofread.

Convincing Hanamiya isn't a simple task, getting him to tutor you felt like trying to push a boulder up a mountain. He never went easy on you, even if you were his S/O. That made him even harder on you.

You sat next to him with a textbook in your lap, and papers sprawled around you both. He'd been helping you for close to an hour now, and you still didn't get a bit of what he was explaining to you. You could feel yourself getting frustrated, and that didn't go unnoticed by Hanamiya. He watched you as he continued to explain the topic, watching your brows furrow. His heavy sigh caused your head to turn over to him.

"What is it that you don't understand? This shouldn't be that difficult" he questioned you. You looked away, embarrassed that he knew you were having trouble already. "I can't help you if you don't tell me what's confusing you." he continued, "You do want to pass, don't you?"

You fidgeted with your fingers "I do! I just.. I just don't understand what any of this means..." you mumbled at the end, not wanting to annoy Hanamiya. You could feel his gaze, the silence starting to worry you.

He sighed again and pulled you closer to him by your waist, bringing the textbook over. He began explaining once again, starting from the top and going more in detail. Maybe it was his arm around your waist, or the closeness of his face that caused you to become distracted and made you dizzy, but either way, you were no longer paying attention to the words coming out of your boyfriend's mouth. You hadn't realized he had asked you a question until he had repeated your name.

"What's got you so distracted, hm?" He knew the reason, but nothing was more fun than dragging the answer out of you. You could feel the warmth growing in your cheeks, unable to form a coherent sentence when he looks down at you with his signature smirk. The smile that makes your knees wobble and your heart pound. You amused Hanamiya, to put it simply. Reacting so easily to his touches and words. Putting the textbook to the side, he pulled you into his lap so that you were facing him.

"What's on your mind pretty?" he asked, gripping your hips. You grab onto his shirt, and your eyes darted away, too embarrassed to even face him. His hands dipped under your top, moving up to grasp your breast. A shiver runs down your spine, and a small gasp escapes your lips in surprise.

"C'mon, tell me" he teases, kneading at your chest. You only whine softly in response, and meet his gaze. His smirk grows, taking his hands out from under your shirt to pull you into a kiss. The intensity causes you to melt into it, your mind going blank, and your hands moving onto his shoulders. His hand sternly grips the back of your head, deepening the kiss even more. Your tongues swirl together, and small mewls escape from your throat in the process. Hanamiya pulls away, a string of saliva connecting your lips

"You're drooling baby" his voice is low and alluring, causing the heat to grow in between your thighs. His thumb glides against your cheek, before coming down to wipe away the spit under your lip. You whimper quietly, moving your hips slightly in hopes that he would get the hint. He only grins in response, knowing exactly what you want, but he won't give it to you that easily.

He pulls your body to sit atop his thigh, pushing you against it. "If you want it so bad you gotta work for it" he purred, rocking you against his leg. Your thighs clench around his own, starting to slowly move your hips and setting a slow pace. His grip never lightens as he watches you get off just from his leg, his smirk growing at the second. Your mind becomes foggy as your pace speeds up, hiding your face in the crook of his neck.

You aren't processing anything your boyfriend is saying, all words falling deaf to your ears, only being able to focus on your only release, the knot in your stomach growing. Hanamiya knows you're close, he can tell by the way your thighs clench and the shakiness of your hands that are holding onto him. His leg bounced lightly along with the pace you set, tipping you over to your release, making a mess on his pants.

Your attempt to get off his leg was short-lived as he pulled you back onto his thigh. His hand sneaks under your skirt, feeling your slick through your panties. Hanamiya hummed "You'll give me another one, won't you?" he glanced at you, his eyes half-lidded and full of lust. He doesn't wait for your answer before pushing your panties to the side.

One of his hands squeezes your thigh and the other drags along your slit. Your mewls and moans, begging him to touch you, only make his pants feel tighter. "You gotta tell me what ya want it, Y/N" he whispers into your ear, the warmth of his breath hitting your next, making you shiver.

"Please.." you whine, tears threatening to spill from your eyes "Wan' your fingers...!" before you can continue, he pushes his thick digits into your dripping cunt.

Tears fall from your eyes, the pleasure being too much. Your body still being weak from your last orgasm, nails digging into his shoulder blades. He chuckles at your tear-stained face "Crying already? C'mon, we've just started" you mumble out a string of apologies in response, trying to keep yourself steady as your boyfriend stretches you open with his fingers.

"Gonna cum again? Go on, cum all over my fingers" he encourages you "Make a mess" is all you needed to hear for your second orgasm to hit you, arching into him while tears spill down your cheeks. Hanamiya's fingers work you through it, with small circles on your clit. Thighs trembling around him, his name being sung from your throat, the only thing you are able to think about is him.

Pulling his fingers out of you, and putting your panties back into place, he grabs the textbook that was thrown to the side.

"Let's continue the lesson, hm?"

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[ravenna222]

Weaving the web

Hanamiya Makoto x Fem!Reader

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Ayame huh.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

No, he didn't.

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

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

"Fuck off Hanamiya."

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

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

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

"You bastard! How dare you-!"

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

"Not gonna lie, I did miss this."

"Fuck you. Get off me you bastard!"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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[erina-writes-headcanons]

Hi so i have receive your message that your ask box is open and i would like to ask if you can do a dating headcanon + a jealous headcanon for himuro and hanamiya please ? ^^

💔Himuro Tatsuya, Hanamiya Makoto, and Aomine Daiki Getting Jealous Headcannons💔

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Hello there Anon. I still remember if you were allowed to ask for Headcanons and once I open, I quickly told you that you can request me quickly before it gets full so yeah I hope you like the final result!

Gender: Neutral Warning: Creeps being creepy and OAmine being slightly violent

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Himuro Tatsuya - Yōsen High School

We can see from the Anime that Himuro can be pretty gentlemanly to women (But not really when it comes to Kagami. I don't really like how rude he is with Kagami but I do like when he tries to defend Alex from Haizaki.)

He might be all calm on the outside with a soft smile on his face and you thought he is okay when there was another guy/girl coming up to you with an intention to court you.

But let's check what is inside of his head and you will know that he is indeed furious when that person waltzes up to you and thinks they could court you or take your attention away.

The first time, he would smile and politely tell the person to leave you alone because you are his boyfriend/girlfriend/partner and that person should respect that.

If the person still does not budge and keeps trying to get close to you. That's when things can be scary. I believe he is not a violent person but he could be very cunning and manipulative.

He would also indirectly insult the person without sounding like he is insulting the person. (In fact, I do believe he can pull 'Dog Whistle Manipulation' which means a gaslighting abuse technique where an abuser can cause suffering to another without others being aware of what is occurring.)

You can just see the shame of that person without you realizing what just happens to that person as the person is walking with their tail between their legs.

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The sky gets darker as the snow starts to fall from the sky. The air is getting colder each minute as the temperature drops. When (Y/N) was young, the young feela used to love snow because the neighbourhood kids would play together with you, playing freeze tag or snowball wars and going home to drink hot chocolate on Christmas day.

However, you are not little anymore, and those loves of snow are replaced with despise. The older version of (Y/N) easily got sick and cold, and the next day you immediately got the flu from the horrible winter. This did not go unnoticed by your beloved boyfriend, who sometimes let you wear his scarves just so you would not be cold.

But today is different; the basketball training is getting really late, and you have to wait for your boyfriend, who is still training Basketball for the upcoming Winter Cup. You do hear the opponent in the winter cup will be even tougher, so it was understandable that your boyfriend was training hard.

As (Y/N) stood there, eyes fixed on the basketball court, (Y/N) couldn't help but be amazed by the sheer dedication and skill of Himuro Tatsuya. Every shot he took seemed like a work of art, a perfectly executed masterpiece. The way he controlled the ball, the precision with which he released it, and the accuracy with which it found its target were nothing short of mesmerizing.

Beads of sweat formed on (Y/N)'s forehead, and a faint flush crept across their/her/his cheeks, but (Y/N) paid no mind, entirely absorbed by the mastery of his shooting skills. The room's atmosphere seemed charged with energy, only when you finally tore your gaze away for a moment and you realize the warmth that had filled the space. It was getting very bothering

A friendly voice broke (Y/N)'s concentration. Turning to the source of the sound, (Y/N) was surprised to see one of Yosen's players. He was tall with unkempt brunette hair along with freckles adorned across the bridge of his nose. He's pretty cute in your opinion but you're dating Himuro Tatsuya. "Hey! Excuse me, pretty/handsome. It seems you're thirsty. Do you want some cold drink?" He had a welcoming smile and held out a cold refreshing drink.

(Y/N) was a little bit hesitant to accept the guy's drink. (Y/N) did not think anything bad about the guy since (Y/N) is aware that they are in the basketball gym and it feels rude to reject the guy's offer but they/she/he did not know who is this guy. Before you could take the bottle, you felt a sudden presence beside you.

It was Himuro Tatsuya, his usually warm smile taking on an oddly forced quality. It didn't take long for (Y/N) to sense a hint of jealousy beneath his polite exterior. He gently push (Y/N) behind him and stood in front of the guy. "Thank you for the kind gesture," he began, his voice steady, "but I believe you don't need to offer a drink to my boyfriend/girlfriend/partner," His words carried a gentle authority, making it clear that he appreciated the gesture but wanted to set a boundary.

The player couldn't help but sense the undercurrents of Himuro's subtle jealousy despite Himuro not being aggressive. is realization, combined with Himuro's polite yet firm words, left the Yosen player to respect his boundaries. "I am very sorry, Himuro-Senpai. I was just offering her/him/them a drink," with a nod and a slightly sheepish smile, the Yosen player decided to back away gracefully, allowing Himuro to be together with you.

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Hanamiya Makoto - Kirisaki Daichi High School

Good luck to whoever made Hanamiya Jealous when they keep trying to make themselves close to you. I'm not joking, he is much worse than Himuro.

Unlike Himuro, his patience is not as thick as his and he would use all kinds of tactics against those who made him jealous while still playing the 'Innocent' card.

Whereas your dumb brain is still not aware that he was actually harassing the other person with just simply his words, railing against the person that made him jealous with a smile.

Listen to me, he definitely trying to guilt trip whoever made him jealous by asking them "Do you really hate me that much that you don't let me spend my time with my S/O? That's really mean of you," with a fake sad face.

If that's not working? Prepare another card he is going to use for that person who made him jealous. He could play the victim card after he made an insult that attacks the person's insecurity.

I do think he still has his violent tendencies but he can clearly hide it well when there are many people watching. For example, he would step on the person's foot on purpose but when the person tattletale. He would just not admit it or he would just say he doesn't mean it

So don't even think trying to make him jealous or he is going to make everyone hates you or people giving you those dirty stare even though you didn't do anything particularly wrong.

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As (Y/N)'s sat in the classroom, (Y/N)'s focus was entirely on the teacher at the front of the room, eagerly explaining the Geometric which (Y/N) is already good with. (Y/N) would be scribbling notes furiously, trying to capture all of the important notes without missing important details and by doing this. It would make it much easier at the house to just read it and remember the given formulas.

The resounding chime of the school bell echoed through the hallways, signalling the long-awaited end of the day. Students quickly gathered their belongings, ready to leave the torturous day and go back to their beloved home sweet home, including the certain someone with (H/C) hair colour and (S/C) Skin colour.

Before I could leave the classroom, I felt a gentle tap on my shoulder. Turning around, I saw my teacher staring at me with hopeful eyes. "(L/N)-San, May I speak with you for a moment. I need your help," she spoke. "Of course, what is it. Sensei?" (Y/N) asks the old woman. "I would like you to help with your fellow student. Eikichi-san, he is struggling with Geometric and you are the only student who could help him. If you teach him, I would give you more scores," the old woman asks.

(Y/N) was a little bit hesitant as you turn around to see the student. The guy had partly dyed blonde hair and he has that vibe that writes 'trouble' all over him. Nevertheless, the teacher promised you a bonus point for your score. "I will try teaching him geometric for the upcoming test," You told the teacher. "Thank you so much, (Y/N). I knew I could count on you," she smiles.

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(Y/N) was sitting across from Eikichi who is staring at her/him/them. His eyes would be looking at you from your chest and your face. Despite (Y/N) writing the notes, (Y/N) could feel him staring like a creep it sent a shiver down her/his/their spine. His attempts at flirting were blatant, and it made the whole situation rather uncomfortable. While (Y/N) was there to genuinely assist and teach, he seemed more interested in making offhand comments about my appearance and attempting to turn the lesson into an awkward exchange. "So, are you free today, cutie? We can go home and ignore all of this and we would have so much fun," he winks.

As the inappropriate comments from the guy continued, (Y/N)'s patience wore thin. They/her/he was on the verge of delivering a piece of their mind and stopping the guy from being creepy until I feel a presence behind me. When I turned around, there was Makoto Hanamiya

Hanamiya, with his signature cocky grin, couldn't resist the opportunity to put the overly flirtatious and creepy student in his place. "Ah, trying to charm someone who is taken, are we? You've got a knack for numbers, I see. Shame you're just not adding up in the 'respect for personal space' department," His words carried a mix of sarcasm and a cold jab. Indirectly calling him an idiot.

The student's face turned a shade of embarrassment, and you couldn't help but hold your own laughter with Hanamiya's remarks who are calling the guy idiot and creepy indirectly. The creepy student's face flushed with a mixture of embarrassment and anger at Makoto's sharp remark.

In a feeble attempt to save face, he mustered a nervous chuckle before unleashing a mocking retort. "SHUT THE HELL UP EYEBROWS! YOU'LL REGRET THIS!" The guy stood from his chair as he keeps pointing his finger at Hanamiya. With a huff and a flustered glare, the student gathered his belongings and stormed off, muttering under his breath. It was clear that he couldn't handle the witty banter and had been outmatched by Hanamiya's sharp tongue "Thanks for shooing that guy away," You sigh in relief. "...Sure, whatever. You owe me some chocolate bars...and I want the dark one. Not the normal milk one," The Kirisaki Daichi captain sat next to (Y/N) before putting his arm around (Y/N(.

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Aomine Daiki - Touou High School

I'm not going to say sorry about what I am going to say but Aomine are much more obvious than them. He is also much more man-child than Himuro and Hanamiya.

Unlike Hanamiya and HImuro. Aomine is much more obvious when he is jealous when someone is taking his attention away but it depends on the person too.

Someone with pure intention that just wants to be your friend or cute animal? Aomine definitely gonna sulk and give you the silent treatment. If you ask him what makes him angry, he would say: "Why don't you go with that friends/pets of yours!" while pouting.

Someone with bad intentions or some kind of casanova wannabe that thinks they can get your attention? He's going to confront them by standing in front of them and giving them the scariest glare. "Leave my girlfriend/boyfriend you fucking creep!" Scaring them away.

If the person still does not leave you alone. He would not be afraid to use his hands to punch the daylight of the person just like what he did to Haizaki but worse

Once they left, he would just keep his hands on yours and not let anyone get close to you. If you ask about it, he would just gonna say: "I'm just protecting you from those assholes," he mutters.

Aomine is far away from the word subtle. He would make sure that everyone knows that you are his girlfriend/boyfriend by holding your hands the whole way when you two go home.

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It was in the afternoon as (Y/N) and Momoi sat on the bleachers, their eyes fixed on the intense basketball game unfolding before them. It was an exhilarating match, as Aomine and Kagami, two titans of the court, faced off in a display of skill and determination. Their movements were swift, dribbling the ball with finesse, leaping through the air to score impossible shots. The atmosphere was charged with excitement, and Momoi and I couldn't help but cheer for both of them, appreciating the incredible talent on display.

Momoi glanced at (Y/N), a playful smile on her face, and declared that she would go fetch some drinks from the vending machine. "(Y/N)-chan! Tell me everything that happens in the court. I will get us something to drink!" She takes a few cash from her purse before skipping away to get some refreshing drinks.

Nodding, (Y/N) watch her leave before she pays attention to Aomine and Kagami competing against each other. Those players seemed to be giving it their all, determined to outdo each other. You couldn't help but be in awe of the raw power and skill they possessed

As (Y/N) engrossed in her/his/their own world, there was an unmistakable feeling of someone's presence beside (Y/N). A subtle shift in the atmosphere, a hint of another person's energy, caught your attention. (Y/N) turned their/her/his head slightly, curious who might it be. A mysterious figure wearing a baseball cap. concealed his features. The brim cast a shadow over his face, making it nearly impossible to make out any details.

The guy in a baseball cap demeanour was unsettling. The guy leaned in a little too close, his words laced with a tone that sent chills through my veins. He began to flirt, but it wasn't the playful, charming kind of flirtation. It was invasive, predatory, making me feel trapped and vulnerable. "Hey there, cutiepie. Do you want to see seven foot long? I'm sure you have never seen it. Especially as someone as attractive as you," He licks his lips.

Out of nowhere, a basketball came hurtling through the air, narrowly missing the guy with the baseball cap and landing with a thud beside (Y/N) and the creepy guy. The guy with the baseball cap and I jolted with surprise, their attention instantly drawn to the ball lying there. As they turned in the direction the ball had come from, their locked eyes on Aomine, who stood a few feet away, his expression a mix of hatred and anger in his eyes.

Aomine's voice cut through the unease like a blade. His glare intensified, and his words were laced with a deadly seriousness that sent a shiver down the spine of the creepy guy. "If you ever lay a finger on my partner again, I won't hesitate to break your face. This court is meant for the game, not for your twisted games," Aomine's words not only send a shiver to the stranger but also to (Y/N) too.

The creepy guy visibly gulped, "I-I'm sorry, man. I didn't mean any harm," he mumbled, his eyes darting between Aomine's stern face and the basketball lying nearby. He quickly realized he had crossed the line. Without waiting for a response, the stranger hastily turned on his heels, not daring to look back, and fled from the court, disappearing into the distance.

Aomine's protective instinct kicked in as he walked over to (Y/N), his concern evident in his eyes. He gently pulled (Y/N) into a reassuring hug, his strong arms offering a sense of security. "Hey, are you alright?" he asked softly. Looking up at Aomine, (Y/N) shook their head, grateful he was there to stop the guy from getting further, "I'm okay, Aomine. He didn't touch me." "Good, "If he ever tries anything again, don't hesitate to let me know. I'll make sure he regrets it," he promises.

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[tetsunabouquet]

Do you write for hanamiya makoto? I like him sm even tho hes kinda bad but yk its ok

If ya want to you could write about him as a boyfriend to a team manager grilfriend and shes kinda shy so he tries to manipulate her n the stuff he does but shes not stupid and doges his manipulation so hes interested in her and they start going out n stuff

A/N: Here you go. Considering the scenario you request would require multiple scenes and I recently found out Tumblr has a word limit, I will be doing this as a headcanon instead because to be honest, I already have a few stories waiting to be released including a Hanamiya fantasy one-shot crossover so I'm not in the mood for a Hanamiya story that requires two parts. Unless they're one of my absolute favorites, I don't like having more then one story per character in my to-be-released chedule.

When you start out

-Considering he's both captain and coach, Hanamiya would constantly be around you during basketball practises. -Occasionally, he keeps an eye on you. -Likes to subtly tease and manipulate you. -He'd attempt to use his authority over you. -Because of your shy nature, he underestimates you a lot. -He sees you as a pawn that takes care of his working spiders (his teammates). -He approaches you carefully, not wanting to make you uncomfortable just yet.

Once he realizes you can see right through his plans

-You piqued his interest, now he absolutely has to crush you. -Starts to somewhat obsess over you. -Keeping an eye on you constantly during practise. -He'd study you inside out, getting to know you in an attempt to break you to pieces. -Only bit by bit, he'd slowly fall for you. -Once he realized his feelings, his tactic changed. -Slowly, he'd try to get you to fall for him. -Finally, during a private meeting between the two of you to study opponents, he asks you out.

As a couple

-He still teases you, but differently this time. -Kisses during private meetings. -You're the only one he treats with some level of kindness in the entire gym room. -Because he's not a toxic, abuser lover. -He still remains a bad boy though. You won't be changing him. -Will absolutely crush anyone who he suspects has a thing for you. -You're his now, and he won't let you go so easily.

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[angelsdevils]

Flufftober: Day 19❤️

Title: Monsters Come Out At Night Prompt: Monsters October 19, 2022

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You knew Hanemiya Makoto was mean. Really mean. You were no exception to his relentless teasing, just because you were his girlfriend. Sometimes, you got it worst than everyone else. No one knew why you stayed with him, but you liked him too much. He had his moments when he wanted to be sweet, but it was rare. 

Right now was one of those moments when he held your smaller body against his. You guys were laying on his bed, while his mom was cooking. He took a strand of your hair and twirled it around his fingers. Your head was on his chest, and you were halfway asleep. 

Hanamiya knew he was lucky to have someone like you. Even though he teased you, you still stayed with him. You never got mad or threatened to leave. That’s how he knew he could trust you, and give you his whole heart. That thought alone would have made him puke before he met you. Now he welcomed the idea. He pressed a small kiss to the top of your head which caused you to wake up and look at him. He used this chance to kiss your lips gently. You let a small surprise gasp out, which gave him entrance. 

He slipped his tongue past your lips and explored the warmth of your mouth. It only lasted for a few minutes before he pulled away. He admired the blush that was on your cheeks and he smirked.

“Did you know that the monsters come out at night, (Y/N)?” You looked at him confused since you were still in a daze. 

“Huh?” 

“You better stay away from me tonight, can’t guarantee you will be safe from me.” 

“Are you calling yourself a monster Makoto?” You asked and he leaned down and bit your cheek.

“That’s exactly what I am saying, princess…” He flipped you both over as he pinned your hands beside your head. You let a squeak out, as he kept you trapped. He playfully bit at your cheek before tickling your sides. You started laughing, and he couldn’t help the smile on his face. He stopped and placed several kisses on your lips.

“Oi, listen carefully okay,” he said seriously. You tilted y oi r head as your laughing came to a halt. He leaned his forehead against yours and sighed softly.

“You know… that I love you right?” He asked and you blinked. This was the first time he had ever said those words to you, so you couldn’t help but blush. You slowly nodded your head.

“Yeah, I love you too,”

“Promise, that you will never leave me.”

“I promise.”

“No matter how unbearable I get?”

You cupped his cheeks and pressed your lips to his this time, and he relaxed against your lips. 

“No matter what.”

You loved that he showed you his vulnerable side sometimes. Everyone else saw this terrible Monster who cheats in basketball games. But off the court and away from everyone else, he wasn’t whatever one thought. He was a lot more gentle and loving to you. Suddenly there was a knock on the door, and Hanamiya got off of you just as his mom opened the door.

“(Y/N) sweety, are you staying for dinner?” She asked and you nodded your head.

“Yes, mam. Alright, dinner will be ready in ten minutes. Make sure you both are down.” 

You and Hanamiya nodded and she walked out. Hanamiya wrapped his arms around your waist and bit your neck causing you to squeak.

“You spend the night? Despite my warning?” He asked in a teasing tone, and you nodded.

“I think I can manage, you are my monster anyway.” You said and he chuckled softly before pulling you on top of him. 

© [@angelsdevils] all rights reserved. none of my posts or stories should be modified, reposted etc. I do not own the character, but I own the plots to these stories.

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[kirisaki-daichi-scenarios]

Manager beating Hanamiya at chess: how would the boys react? Lmao I love this man but someone needs to humble his ass

he’d totally spin it like he let you win on purpose

when the game first starts, he’s all jokes and smiles. when he starts realising what a good position you’ve got your pieces in, his face goes a bit tense, his back’s a little stiffer

he’s still grinning and chatting - cause he can’t look like he’s having to seriously concentrate - but it’s just not sincere anymore

when it’s finally checkmate, he leans back and says, “what a surprise. you’re just so skilled”

with just a light dosing of sarcasm, really trying to make you doubt whether you won through skill or because he let you win

whereas, inside, he’s running through the game again trying to figure out where he could have possibly gone wrong to have let this happen

because it has to be because he made a mistake, and not because you saw a bigger game than him, right?

it takes several more matches (with hanamiya becoming increasing less chatty/self-confident, and much more focused, probably reading up on different gambits and openings in the evening) before hanamiya starts to admit you’re a better a player than him and starts asking for advice

though, of course, he’s not going phrase it like that

it’s more of a “how much chess have you been playing, you nerd?” or “weird move. what was the point of that?”

you know, normal compliments

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[maddyguru]

Hanamiya hates every single thing about goody two shoes Kiyoshi Teppei, especially his s/o.

He hates her outgoing personality, her strong sense of justice, and her loud mouth that never fails to point out the truth. Like, holy shit, does everything Kiyoshi have is unicorns and rainbows?

The final straw was when s/o cursed him out at the winter cup prelims, humilating him in front of his teammates.

But don’t worry, Makoto believes that anything can be broken, including pretty girls like s/o. So one day when s/o is in the stadium hallway getting drinks from the vending, Hanamiya forcefully grabs her away to a secluded place and stuff his fat cock in her. He gets off from wails emitted from the poor girls mouth and the scratch marks left on the wall from her nails :(( to make sure s/o’s misery is secure, he takes pictures of her fucked out state and threatens to black mail her if she opens her mouth

The next time they see each other was at the winter cup. Hanamiya grins sinisterly as s/o cowers at him, hiding behind Kiyoshi, which confuses him.

Yumzzz nice anon are you a writer too??? 😏

Hanamiya would def do something like this. It makes it even hotter if the girl is kiyoshi's sister. Hanamiya hates righteous people, so he breaks them in a way that he can think of.

Y/n chan was bleeding all over his cock when he fucked her, begging him to stop. He gets off to that.

Damn i might write something for hanamiya soon 😤

#tw.dark content #tw.noncon #knb #kuroko no basuke #kuroko no basket #hanamiya makoto #hanamiya makoto x reader

[pillow-anime-talk]

big tiddy goth girlfriend.

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

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

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

author’s note: hahaha i love this request! 

— MAKOTO

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

— SHINJI

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

— YUKIO

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

— SHINTAROU

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

— JUNPEI

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

— RYOUTA

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

— KOUJI

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

— TETSUYA

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

— NASH

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

— AOMINE

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

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