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vespersposts · 1 year

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Perfect Crime

Hello everyone! 🔍

I must have eaten too many sweets this holiday season because this story came out fluff to the nth degree. There's also a cat, just to add sugar to sugar. 😺Tooth rotting stuff, in short. (I'm warning you so you don't make your dentist even richer).

I hope you enjoy being pampered by Daiki. 🍰

See you soon,

🧃-> tooth rotting fluff, slice of life, SFW, cat

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It was a warm day of a spring weekend, which had begun with a late breakfast at a café near your home that had turned into lunch when Tetsu and Satsuki had joined you. You left him with a quick kiss, confident that he would enjoy a playful challenge with his lifelong friends, equally obsessed with the orange ball.

You are still immersed in that afternoon of errands, even though your attention is on his play and how rewarding it would be to be able to see him beaming and happy in his element, making it impossible for you to quickly get rid of the chores that have kept you apart.

An afternoon during which you missed his smile, his request for attention, his teasing, his warm lips on yours, his large frame that conveniently always ends up against yours, his restless mind racing toward summer and the thousand adventures you might live together.

An afternoon that ended at dusk, when you dropped your shoes next to his on the threshold of the house you grew up in, to find him delighted, almost proud of the noisy purring Keishi, your rascally cat, is giving him. Lying on your boyfriend, the furry little guy seems to declare that he is his new favourite human, for he has realised that Daiki is an endless source of cuddles and food.

You sit beside them on the inner patio, leaning your forehead against his shoulder, closing your eyes to enjoy the pleasant chill you feel running down every inch of your skin as soon as you brush against him. You remain still, listening to the sounds of the departing day. Quiet, just as you were as a child when your dull days closed in solitary contemplation of that flower garden, while your mind wandered through your dreams, searching for what would make you truly glad.

A valuable job, loving friends with whom you could share unique moments, that safe place you called home, where you could have a new life with someone who would make your heart beat so loud, that you feared others would hear it.

You never thought it would be him, that someone.

He is quite surprised when you reveal your thoughts; he would like to reply with something striking, meaningful, romantic, something that would make you understand the crucial role you play in his sentimental anatomy; but there are no words, among those he is comfortable with, to express his feelings.

He carefully puts Keishi down and leans down to kiss you slowly, warmly, never losing that mischievous light in his eyes that always enchants you. He lowers his head on your shoulder, then decides to rest it on your thigh to best enjoy your hands slowly caressing the nape of his neck, his shoulders, savouring the soft play of your fingers on his hairline with a long sigh, as if he is waiting for nothing else.

His eyes are closed, but they often open to look at you with silent wonder, intercepting your gaze, returning a small mischievous smile.

He is all curled up on you, eager to feel you on him, taking advantage of those lazy evenings when everything seems on hold. His long arm gently encircles your waist, his right hand laps at your chest, his nose idly presses against your navel.

"If I told anyone that bad boy Aomine is such a cuddler, no one would believe me! " you tease him, feeling his right hand slip casually under the hem of your T-shirt.

He chuckles in turn, now that he has heard you voice such a sweet complaint.

"Perfect crime, see?" he boasts, lifting your blouse to nuzzle your soft skin in a rather cheeky sort of reverence.

"You're mine, get it! You better be a serial cuddler for me only" you tease him, poking his nose in return.

"That's fine with me, as long as you continue to claim me as your own" he replies simply, clasping his arm a little tighter to your waist and sinking his face a little more into your lap, hiding from the consequences of those mellow words, so uncommon to him, that they cause his ears and neck to be tinged with a light veil of red embarrassment. His skin is so warm now that you caress it. You smile at his bewildered expression, curbing your instinct to point out how cute he is when he lets go and reveals that part of him: so childlike, yet so authentic.

You hear him sigh, feel his weight shift from your legs, see him lean on his elbow, and feel his strong body next to yours as the two bluest irises you have ever seen stare softly into your eyes.

"You deserve such words every day, every minute, you know?" he states with a hint of sadness "But I'm not the best with talks" he sums up, welcoming you on his chest, running his hands through your hair, leaving his fingers free to play on your neck, your collarbones, to return to your face in search of further contact.

You smile at him, as an irrepressible tenderness gently cradles your whole self.

"Oh, but you actually tell me so many meaningful things, every day" you draw closer, caressing his lips with yours. "You speak to me loud and clear. It is a unique way, yours: the one I understand best, the one I like best" you conclude, pressing your mouth to his , brushing the tip of your tongue over his upper lip, leaving him in charge of the sensual game you have begun.

You know that you will receive in return the most lustful kisses, the hottest caresses, the most sensual moans a man can ever give you. This is his way of loving; this is what makes you lose all restraint when you are with him, because he is all you need.

This is what makes you think of him all the time: this is what no words can ever make you feel.

This is the road that leads straight to your heart, which will always be his.

This is the perfect crime.

#knb #kuroko no basket #the basketball which kuroko plays #aomine daiki #knb x reader #aomine x reader #aomine x you #knb scenarios #knb drabbles #drabblesbyV #aomine #aomine fluff #aomine x y/n #knb fluff #knb sfw

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amateurasterism · 1 year

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your parents always thought you would end up with a nice partner and an easy life in the city, so when he shows up at their door, the tie you forced him to wear a little crooked and his shirt slightly unbuttoned and untucked, silver earring glinting in the entryway light, and a shit-eating grin that suggests anything but innocence, they aren’t sure what to think of him. but then they look at the way he’s looking at you, his cheeks flushed pink and eyes shining as they soak in your proud smile, fingers laced together causing your matching rings to clink. and suddenly they’re sure that this boy is rightfully, unconditionally, and wholeheartedly yours. there would be no other people, no more nights wondering if their child would find someone who would fill the gaps in their heart. you have finally found your soulmate.

GOJO SATORU, ryouta kise, bachira meguru, ryusei shidou, kuroo tetsurou, atsumu miya, BOKUTO KOTARO, edogawa ranpo, DAZAI OSAMU, jean kirschten, CONNIE SPRINGER, eren yeager

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angelltheninth · 8 months

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Aomine Daiki Lets You Be on Top

Pairing: Aomine Daiki x Fem!Reader

Tags: nsfw, smut, cock riding, jealousy, condom use, teasing

A/N: Kuroko will always be my number one but Aomine is my second favorite.

In the past you always let Aomine do whatever he wanted, to set the pace he saw fit, to have his way with you, but tonight on the day where he came back from training, hyped that his team made it to the finals, you wanted to show him you've been training too.

"What? You wanna be on top?" Aomine asked as he rolled a condom onto his hard dick.

"Not just be on top Aomine, I want to ride you." When you looked at your bedside drawer Aomine got that smirk on his face. That explains how you were always so wet for him when he got home, "I want to show you what I can do for you. If that's okay." You knew he had a hard time not being the one in charge. To your surprise he didn't argue, he seemed pretty intrigued, kissing you as he spun you around and pulled you on top of him, landing on the bed with his cock pressed against your ass.

"Then show me, princess. Let me see what you did to that toy you bought." His calloused fingers gripped your thighs but he waited for you to move. If you were serious about this then you would have to do it on your own, he was here to observe and enjoy.

"Y-You know about that?"

Aomine raised an eyebrow, "Of course I know. Never been so jealous of a fucking fuck toy before." He grumbled to himself.

Even though he tried to keep it quiet you were close enough to hear him. "No toy could ever replace you." You wanted to prove it to him by riding him harder then you did any dildo. Easing yourself on his cock was a smooth process, one that Aomine watched with great interest. His cock pulsed, sheathed in your warm walls.

All that training payed off for you. You were riding his cock up and down, occasionally stopping to grind down while he was still fully inside of you, all the while Aomine's hands left marks on your thighs from having to hold onto something to not lose control.

"Fuck, princess, that's pretty good. You're giving me a run for my money here. Watching you ride me like that, might not be a bad thing. Makes me really hate the fact that you didn't practice on me too. I could have seen all your orgasms." He pulled you down, arms locking you against him, leaving only your hips to move in a circle, unable to pull all the way up from this position. That was okay, as tough of a guy as he was, he loved being close to you in moments like these.

"You can from now on. And if you're away," You cupped his face and kissed your promise against his lips, "I'll send you a nice recording."

"Oh, fuck!" You never heard Aomine sound like that, he was fully moaning into your mouth, hips shaking as you helped him ride his orgasm out by riding him, and getting to your own orgasm. He didn't want to stop there though, "I'm gonna need lots of those, I wanna see what you're up to when I'm not here."

#aomine daiki x reader #aomine x reader #knb x reader #kuroko no basuke x reader #aomine daiki smut #aomine smut #knb smut #kuroko no basuke smut #aomine daiki imagine #knb imagines #kuroko no basuke imagine #x female reader #smut drabble #smutember 2023

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chrollohearttags · 1 year

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being submissive is cool and all but a man that likes when you talk your shit back? yeah, my type 🥴

cw: rough sex, slapping, spit play, name calling, very vocal reader

one that’s already dogging your shit out..I’m talking both hands around your throat, fingers in the mouth…pulling you up by the top of your head and telling you to take that dick as it makes home at the inner corner of your cervix. Only letting him do so becatse he promises to get it redone. But honestly? He knows you like it just as much he does. Especially considering the fact that you’ve never been shy about letting him know what turns you on..

“Yeah, fuck me! Right there…don’t you dare fucking stop.”

sucking on those teeth in a sultry tone as you glare right into his eyes..groping your own tits and and telling him everything you wanted. And best believe, he’s trying to keep up. God, he’s trying because he doesn’t want to disappoint his freaky little damsel. The one that swallows his cock with ease, whether it’s in that slutty throat or sloppy warmth. The one he can’t last more than three minutes without nutting inside of because that shit has a vice grip like he’s never seen. Honestly, you have way too much power over him but satisfying you is his top and only priority. Even if you do boss him around like a little bitch!

“Goddamn…you feel so fucking good..this my pussy, baby? Tell me?”

“Is it? You better fuck the shit outta me then..like you mean it. Make me nut on that dick.”

you get so aggressive and into it that he can’t help but twitch inside, having to adjust his pace so that he doesn’t blow his load entirely too early for your liking. Only, you’d never let him live it down. Laughing like a fucking demon every time he lost his rhythm and starting panting because you’ve starting purposely tightening around him; making those spasms enclose him like you never wanted to let go. It’s only when he starts pounding your shit into oblivion, spitting into your mouth and slapping your cheek does he elicit a few submissive moans but it’s right back to shit talking shortly thereafter..

“That’s all you got? I said fuck this pussy, beat this shit up and quit playing with me! I want you to come all in this bitch..or you ain’t man enough? What? I gotta go get another nigga to do it?”

at this point, he can’t tell if it’s the immense pleasure or the fact that you’ve pissed him the fuck off but he’s trying to plow you into the mattress and he’s not letting up until he watches your eyes trail ti the back of your skull. Grunting through gritted teeth, he just smirks and continues clutching your neck as that cream coated dick keeps stroking in and out..and all the while, you know that you’re in for the best night of your life.

“You little bitch..just wait. I’m about to have you crawling out of here. Just hold those legs open and don’t move until I fucking say so..”

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universal-imagines · 1 year

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hii! i was wondering if you could write something for kagami & midorima where they give their s/o their jacket! thank you so much (and if you can’t that’s totally okay)

❆﹝ borrowing their jacket ﹞

kagami taiga.

When Kagami asked you to wait for him while he finished practicing, you didn't expect to sit on the bench for two hours. By now, it was dark out and chilly. Not that either of those things was unforgivably terrible, just a tad inconvenient.

The first wasn't even an issue, if you were being honest, because your boyfriend would be walking you home. But the latter would have your teeth chattering embarrassingly the whole way there.

While he packed his things, you debated whether to ask Riko if she had a spare sweater, but just as you were about to, you felt something soft fall on your head.

"What in..." You fully expected it to be some dirty towel of Kagami's, but after yanking it down, you realized it was his jacket. "Oh."

"Wash it for me, yeah?" He grinned.

"Can't you just let me believe you're being nice for at least a second?" You glowered at him playfully.

midorima shintaro.

Maybe Midorima did warn you about the temperature dropping below a comfortable level by evening, and it's possible you chose to ignore him. But honestly, who wants to carry a long coat around all day?

It would have covered your whole outfit and been too warm to wear until nighttime. However, as you hugged yourself and shivered just slightly, you had to admit you were starting to regret it.

"Shin…"

By the turn of his head and look in his eyes, you knew he was expecting you to call him. Anyone else would have assumed he was annoyed, but you knew him better than that.

"I warned you."

You wanted to pout and argue with him, but there wasn't anything that could save you.

"…I know, but I'm cold."

He sighed, adjusting his glasses.

For a moment, you thought he was just going to ignore you, but he soon turned to face you.

"Remember to give it back once you're done with it," he shrugged his jacket off and placed it over your shoulders.

"What if I want to keep it?" You smiled, feeling the warmth immediately spread throughout your back and arms.

"Then it can be your lucky item."

please do not use any of my works, in any shape or form, without permission.

#kagami taiga x reader #kagami x reader #midorima shintaro x reader #midorima x reader #kuroko no basket imagines #kuroko no basket x reader #knb imagine #knb imagines #knb x reader #kuroko no basket #midorima shintarou #kagami taiga #*drabble #*scripto

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adiraargent · 4 months

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How Daiki Aomine likes to show affection

wc:0.9k Warnings: fluff, slightly suggestive, swearing summary: just cute things Daiki does to show you he loves you :P

The sun had barely risen when Daiki found you in the kitchen, flipping pancakes and humming a tune. You knew he had practice this morning so you wanted to make him some breakfast that he could eat before he went so he wouldn't have an empty stomach.

He sidled up behind you, arms wrapping around your waist as he nuzzled his face into your neck, a warm smile playing on his lips as his large body enveloped yours.

"Morning, sleepyhead," he mumbled, peppering your neck with soft kisses, his kisses tickling your skin, making you pull away slightly with a few giggles falling from your mouth. His grip on your waist made it impossible for you to actually move away from him.

You laughed, turning your head slightly to steal a quick peck on his cheek. "Hey, you're gonna distract me, and then these pancakes will burn."

A mischievous glint sparked in his eyes, and he tightened his hold around you. "I'd rather have you than perfect pancakes," he murmured, his warm breath sending shivers down your spine.

"Daiki... you have training," you reminded him, your tone firm

He spun you around, hoisting you up onto the bench and stepped between your legs, holding your thighs apart with his hands as he leant forward, a smirk on his lips, "Training can wait... I want my breakfast first"

You push him back with a laugh and hop off the bench, going back to the pancakes and quickly flipping them, "sorry Dai, not this morning."

His affectionate nature often spoke louder than words. Daiki had his own way of expressing love without needing to say those three little words outright. Forehead kisses were his specialty, his lips meeting your forehead with a tenderness that spoke volumes about his feelings.

As the morning sun painted the kitchen in hues of gold, Daiki pressed a gentle kiss to your forehead, his lips lingering there for a moment before resting his forehead against yours. It was a silent promise, an unspoken declaration of his affection.

He noticed a few stray strands of hair falling over your face and tucked them behind your ear, his thumb brushing your cheek softly. "There," he said, a small smile gracing his lips. "Now I can see your beautiful face properly."

You leaned into his touch, savoring the warmth and familiarity of his presence. It was those little gestures, the way he'd interlace his fingers with yours unexpectedly or pull you into a sleepy back hug while you cooked, that made your heart flutter.

"Want me to help?" Daiki asked, his chin resting on your shoulder as he reached for a spatula, his closeness adding a sense of comfort to the morning routine.

"Nah, I've got this," you replied, feeling his arms still wrapped around you, a sense of contentment settling within.

His protectiveness often shone through in subtle ways. Walking down a busy sidewalk, Daiki would switch positions with you, guiding you to the safer side, always keeping a watchful eye to ensure your safety.

Even in the busiest of mornings, when his off days clashed with your work commitments, Daiki's playful clinginess never wavered. He'd hold you a little longer, steal a few extra kisses, and reluctantly let go when it was time for him to leave.

"Hey, I remembered you mentioned liking this snack," Daiki grinned, producing a pack of your favourite treats as he returned home from training. "Thought it'd make your day better."

It was those thoughtful gestures that made your heart swell. Daiki always seemed to remember the little things, the details that made you feel seen and appreciated.

During his overseas trips for games, Daiki would often send pictures of random things he saw, every single one a silent reminder of you. A text accompanied each picture, a simple 'reminded me of you.'

In social situations that made you uneasy, Daiki's reassuring grip on your hand grounded you. He'd squeeze your hand gently, offering silent support throughout the event, his presence a calming anchor in a sea of discomfort.

Sometimes, tears would fall, and Daiki would kiss them away, his touch a balm to your pain. He never hesitated to let you cry on his shoulder, his t-shirt soaked with your tears, never once complaining.

"Everything okay?" Daiki would ask, concern etched on his face, always meeting you where you were, emotionally and mentally.

He wholeheartedly supported your dreams, making concrete plans and ensuring they came to fruition. Daiki would often drop encouraging texts before an important event, his words a source of strength.

Surprises were his forte. He'd bring home flowers for you, just because. No occasion, no reason, only his desire to see you smile.

If he was ever away for basketball, each morning and night, a text would pop up on your phone. "Good morning," or "Goodnight," accompanied by a heart emoji or a simple 'miss you.'

His way of saying 'I love you' without uttering the words explicitly extended to the little details. Daiki made you a Spotify playlist, songs that reminded him of your relationship or just songs he thought you would like. His memory was impeccable, recalling your preferences and quirks with ease.

One day, as you studied, flipping through pages of your textbook, you found post-its with little notes Daiki had left for you. Words of encouragement, doodles, and hearts, all scattered within the pages, each note bringing a smile to your face.

Hope you liked it ;P Written by: adiraargent Please do not take credit, steal, or repost anywhere else Requests are open :)

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1lenii · 10 months

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KNB X TALL!Reader

(Might make a fic or hcs)

Some of the boys I think prefer tall s/o

One of these boys being Murasakibara, he seems like one to want a tall s/o as to not wanting to always lean down(could possibly b straining or even annoying)

Or even Aomine who would probably love a tall s/o and for the girls he would love that model look, as canonically he’s into pornos and things like that

I’m a strong believer Akashi, Kagami and Kiyoshi would love a tall s/o as well

Akashi admiring them but if your short he would like it too, he’s not rejecting it if anything he doesn’t mind your height.

Kagami would love a tall s/o for things such as basketball practice and having a opponent on par and realistic to the height of a real game

Kiyoshi is a soft giant, so he would probably love a tall s/o, something about shoulders touching while on date or what not🤷🏽‍♀️

Also we just need more tall s/o fanfics for the lovely tall people<33

But as always anything is up for discussion!! Much love ❀

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lamnwar · 1 year

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MDNI 18+

Daiki Aomine has always been vocal about his love for women's chests, it's no secret to most of his entourage. Granted, he may pass for a pervert for being so open about it, but we can't blame the young man for feeling the way he does, can we?

But what Aomine never anticipated, was that the real thing is way beyond his expectations. Sparkly blue eyes stare at you, like you are some goddess about to grant him his biggest prayer.

"Do you wanna see them, Dai-chan?"

Your voice is so full of honey that he doesn't even pick on the amusement hiding in it. Cute little virgin, you think to yourself, so eager to see his first pair of tits.

"Fuck yeah" he replies with maybe too much enthusiasm.

"Oh! Well, let me give you a show, then."

Again, he's completely oblivious to how much you're enjoying yourself, turning a proud boy like him into such an eager creature. You grab your breasts through your tight tank top, squeezing them together as a smile creeps on your lips. He's in awe already, and you have yet to show him the real thing. Cute nipples peak through the fabric when your hands leave to reach the hem of your top. He's impatient beneath you, fingers digging in the flesh of your thighs in anticipation.

So, so cute.

You're kind. Really, really kind. While you'd have more fun making him wait longer, you settle to rather please him. You lift your tank top up, the fabric bunching up right above your chest as your tits drop in the most mesmering bounce. He's speechless, breath hitching in his throat at the sight. They're so round and soft, your adorable nipples standing proud, like they want to make a show for him.

"It's ok, you can touch them. I know you want to" saccharine voice resonates in the silence of his room.

"They're so hot, baby."

You almost laugh at the slight tremble in his voice, oh... isn't he cute, your virgin, tits-obsessed, boyfriend?

"You can grope them however you want, they're all yours."

Aomine thanks the sky for giving him a girlfriend like you. So lewd, yet so generous. His big palms are quick to grap your breasts and they feel heavenly against his palms. He swears, squeezing them together and letting them go, just to see them bounce. And he goes to grab them again, squishing and jiggling, taunting your nipples and gasping when you whine as a reaction. For the first time since you've shown him your tits, he looks at your face. Your doe eyes and your parted lips do not help. Not a single bit.

And he looses it all when your own hands join his on your chest, getting him to toy with your gorgeous, gorgeous tits. You grin, feeling his cock twitch under you. He's so easy to turn on, so easy to please... but you do love him, your cute, perverted, virgin boyfriend. <3

#i uh... 🤭🤭🤭#no one asked for this but i've been re-reading my previous daiki works and this popped up #and i'm obsessed with that concept #literally going through my aomine brainrot rn #aomine daiki #knb #kuroko no basuke #aomine smut #knb smut #knb drabbles #mdni

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vespersposts · 2 years

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A little too much

🏣 The first drabble in the series is about Taiga and the consequences of silence. It's a somewhat melancholy story, but I think it's a fairly common situation, so much so that I used a fact that two passengers were talking about during one of my commuter trips.

🔴‼ The story contains NSFW references and allusive content, so it is suitable for audiences 18+ ‼🔴

Any other reference to anyone is purely coincidental; I made it all from my own imagination.

Taiga of course belongs to author Tadatoshi Fujimaki.

-> more knb stories here 🏀

Sooner or later he will understand.

Every time he makes mistakes, but every time he finds a way to make it up. It is normal to be confused. After university, real life begins with its ups and downs. At the age of twenty-five everything and everyone is a mess. Hormones, the search for employment, parties, alcohol.

You can't always be perfectly aligned.

“You can't, even if you wanted to” you repeat, attracting a brief glance from your host, who continues to eat his ramen as if nothing had happened. He cooked it himself in front of your eyes, in absolute silence, while you told him how things between you and Nobunaga were getting tangled up for the umpteenth time.

"Every time we see each other I end up ranting about him!" you smile, taking a sip of the pale ale he offered you with dinner. You watch his eyes shift back into yours. You see him wipe his mouth with a napkin, probably to avoid commenting on your words, as his disappointment in your attitude comes through loud and clear.

"What about you?" you ask, trying to figure out if there was any hope that his visit to Japan could seal his definitive return.

You miss him a little too much, and not just when Nobunaga disappears for the weekend and you are left waiting. You miss him when you see the kids playing at the basketball court, when you go grocery shopping and think that he would surely know what to do with the dried seaweed. You miss him when you pass young couples on the street with children in tow, because you know that he would make a great father. You miss seeing his expressive eyes lingering in yours, those bizarre eyebrows furrowing every time you tell him something he doesn't agree with, his mouth that bends imperceptibly downwards, but from which no contemptuous judgment comes out. You miss his laugh, the early morning chats in the kitchen of your small flat, the nights spent tangled in the sheets telling each other it would be the last time, because you were nothing but each other's plaything.

You keep telling yourself that is normal to think about him when you shower and your hand slides between your legs : his strong arms around your waist, his warm body pressing yours against the mattress, his fiery red hair tickling your skin, his lips against your shoulders as he lets you know how he will give you pleasure. You know it's just an innocent game to overlay his face on Nobunaga's during intimacy, but you also know that if you didn't do it, you wouldn't feel anything.

"I'm engaged! " he tells you, pulling from his shirt a necklace on which a thick silver band is strung. "Engaged" you repeat, as if that word had no meaning in your language. You see him smile, pull out his mobile phone and in an instant the face of an unknown girl appears under your nose, smiling happily in his arms.

It is not you.

It's not the two of you.

"Congratulations, Taiga!" is all you manage to say before a big tear lines your right cheek. You grit your teeth and smile at him, a closed-lipped smile, a smile so tight and so painful that the tears quickly multiply.

"You're so happy because you finally got rid of me, tell me the truth!" he smiles as he gets up from the table to join you and give you what you know is your last embrace.

You nod, hiding your face in the warmth of his chest. What happens next you can't know, but you don't want to know either.

The only thing you know is always the same: you can't always be perfectly aligned.

#knb taiga #kagami x you #taiga kagami #knb #kagami taiga #kagami #kagami x reader #the basketball which kuroko plays #kuroko no basket #knb drabbles #knb scenarios #knb smut #knb x reader #kagami smut

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amateurasterism · 1 year

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everyone knew he was attractive. he knew it too, because every year on february 14th he dreaded opening his locker. dreaded the absurd amount of chocolates and tacky gifts that he never understood why obsessive classmates would spend time to make for a blatant and dull person like him. he doesn’t even think any of him have seen him smile. but after meeting a certain someone, he added two very important steps to his valentines day routine. before giving the gigantic bag of gifts to his eager friends, he sorted through every single one in search of his favorite candy bar he only told you about, always wrapped in a slip of bright pink paper because you wanted to blend in with the other gifts. as if he couldn’t tell it was your handwriting in which the paper read “never forget how proud i am of you.” as if he didn’t know you were the only one out of a hundred chocolates who would write such a message that belonged on the pin board above his desk because it reminded him that you were the only person who loved him under his gorgeous looks, who saw him for the work he put into the things he loved. and thus, his last step on valentines day was to take a photo of the half-eaten candy bar and send it to you with a message that reads “should’ve given it to me face-to-face, coward.” to which you would respond with “i could say the same thing about the chocolate covered-strawberries you made for me. if you’re not confident in how they taste, should’ve just told me.”

ITOSHI SAE, itoshi rin, nagi seishiro, fushiguro megumi, nanami kento,TSUKISHIMA KEI, kageyama tobio, suna rintaro, iwaizumi hajime, MIDORIMA SHINTARO, aomine daiki, akutagawa ryunoske, CHUUYA NAKAHARA, levi ackerman

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long-manic-nights · 7 months

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October 1st: Love bites/Bruises

Kagakuro

He didn’t mean to, he swears. He didn’t notice his own teeth biting down the soft flesh or his hands closing around the pale skin of his boyfriend’s forearm. He doesn’t think he should be blame for it, anyways; he’s allowed to lose his mind a little bit every now and then, especially when Kuroko is pressed against the wall, arm behind his back as Kagami, brutal and out of his mind, keeps him in place.

He didn’t notice he was grabbing him hard enough to leave marks, but what was he supposed to do when Kuroko sits on his lap and kisses his neck, and he simply can’t help but tighten the grip on the tender flesh of his hips, force them to move and moan against him?

He gets desperate, maybe a little too enthusiastic, when he’s deep inside him, looking at the expose skin of his neck, feeling his pulse as he licks and sucks and bites. He can’t be blame for it, he can’t be blame for the marks he leaves behind, the reminders of loving nights and lazy mornings. So, he’ll keep biting down but he’ll be so, so, so sorry for it.

Aokise

Aomine knows he can’t leave marks on Kise. No bruises, no love bites, nothing. Kise’s manager would personally kill him if he did, and he’s as scared of her as he is of Akashi. His little sunshine, on the other hand, doesn’t have that problem nor a sense of shame to stop him from sliding his nails down his boyfriend’s chest, stab them on his back as hard as he can, bite down the muscular neck to drown his moans while getting fuck against the wall.

Ryouta always does and gets what he wants, because Daiki has lost the ability to say no to him a long time ago, so if he wants to suck and bite and lick him all over, he will allow it; if he wants to mark him over and over again until the hickeys are impossible to hide from his mother and coach, he’ll let him.

It doesn’t matter how much he wants to do the same thing to the model’s beautiful skin, he can’t, he won’t. How could anyone make a mess of such a work of art?

Midotaka

Midorima is smart enough to know Takao is way out of his league, he’s also smart enough to know there’s nothing to worry about because his boyfriend would never cheat. So, he isn’t sure when it started to bother him as much as it does now, when the incessant and rude flirting became impossible to ignore. Some of their classmates have no shame and do it right there, in front of him like he isn’t standing next to Kazu; they ask him out, make implicit sexual advances or comments.

Takao never says yes, of course, doesn’t even entertain the idea of going on a date with them. The point guard shuts them up, looks at them with the kind of eyes that can make anyone feel small and humiliated, or, in the moments he’s too done with it, he laughs at them.

Still, Midorima gets territorial. He leaves his teeth mark on his boyfriend’s throat, lips bruised after aggressive make-out sessions on the school’s bathrooms, his hands printed on his body and a slightly rough voice after fucking his face too hard. He makes sure they are visible at all times, that everyone can see where Kazu belongs to.

Kiyohana

Hanamiya never makes empty threats, so when he said Riko’s name with a smile on his face, Kiyoshi simply couldn’t help it and just threw a punch to his face that made him crashed against the lockers. His nose bleeding and Seirin’s little teddy bear looked so horrified, he had to laugh.

The big hand grabbed him by the neck before he could react and slammed him on the lockers again; for a second everything was blurry and confusing until he recovered only to find an unnatural ragging look on the taller one’s eyes who tightened his throat more and he just…couldn’t look away. He’s not sure why he kissed him, or why Teppei let him.

There was biting, and shoving, and slapping, and hairpulling. There was blood and sweat; tiny tears and gagging when Kiyoshi’s cock forced its way down his throat over and over again. There was more, and harder, and deeper and don’t stop fucking me.

Harder, harder, harder…chock me harder, slap me harder, fuck me harder and let me fall to the ground when you finish with me. Leave marks on me: black bruises and hickeys. Bite my shoulder until I bleed, I promise I’ll do the same. Squeeze my hips as hard as you can so I can see your hands there tomorrow, I promise I’ll dig my fingernails so deep on your back it’ll take weeks to heal.

Hurt me so bad you cry when you see what you have done.

Teppei remembers that day like the hottest and most disturbing of his life. Seeing Hanamiya fell to the floor, bruised and shaking, was a nightmare or a prize, a living trophy or the reason he’ll be attending to therapy for the next three years, begging to hear he isn’t a monster.

#kinktober #kinktober drabbles #knb kinktober #aokise #kagakuro #midotaka #kiyohana #knb #kuroko no basket #gom #kuroko tetsuya #midorima shintarou #kise ryouta #aomine daiki #takao kazunari #kagami taiga #kiyoshi teppei #hanamiya makoto

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chrollohearttags · 1 year

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yeah, yeah. So we know about the men who’ll make you cry during sex and feel remorse for it but let’s talk about the ones who do it and don’t care. I’m talking about the ones who will see you with tears streaming down your face and taunt you for it. The straight bullies in bed..a man who will have you pinned down by your throat, fucking you relentlessly into the mattress. A hand on the banging headboard that occasionally lowers to slap your cheek, telling you to keep it open as he spits into your mouth. He clearly sees how distressed you are from being overstimulated. Thanks in part to both his deep thrusts that kiss the very edge of your cervix with each one and the whirring vibrator he so casually left humming against your clit. He doesn’t care if you scratch his back up, he’ll wear that shit like a badge of honor. If you swat at his abs, he’s only going to laugh and pin them to the bed and when you come, wailing and screaming from how intense it was, it’ll only amuse him. “Daddy, fuck..” “Look at you, crying like a fucking baby..what’s the matter, sweetheart? I thought you could handle it, but I guess not.” Even so, that doesn’t stop shit, he’s still going hard. Rutting his hips into you with rough strokes, causing a bulge in the pit of your tummy. He’s enjoying this far too much..watching you writhe and whimper, knowing that you’ll throw a fit if he pulls out right now. “Too fucking bad, baby. Give me one more. You’re a big girl, act like it..” he’s so sure of it in fact that he grasps the top of your head, tugging it down and forcing you to watch him. Your face is riddled with tears, your entire body is trembling and he’s still going. When you can’t stop, he decides to pacify you by finger fucking your jaws until you choke before smacking you yet again. “Yeah, keep crying..I don’t give a fuck..you beg me for this dick, you better be able to take it.” Practically impaling you on his throbbing cock; the bed rattling around amid the chaos. He always got so aggressive during sex and there was no end in sight for it. Even when you release a shrill cry, clawing at his muscular abs after soaking them in your juices, he’ll let out another maniacal cackle and continue digging you out until you nearly collapse underneath him.

“I love when you cry..gets me so fucking hard.”

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EREN, TOJI, taiju, aomine, ZEKE, kisaki, tsukishima, trafalgar law, kishibe, GRIMMJOW + anyone else you’d like to add

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ballblender · 9 months

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Hey hey. Im here to put in my rq, can I get a Kise and aomine from Knb(if you don't write for two character, Kise will be fine) with a femreader who is like Nagi from blue lock. Like they are pretty good at a certain sports(you can choose any sports) and is very lazy to do things. I hope it's not too long :D. Feel free to decline, tq and have a nice day.

THIS HAS BEEN IN MY DRAFTS FOREVER LMAO

i assume that they're dating, but if you meant platonic, just send me another ask! (i also haven't watched blue lock in a while so my Nagi personality is mostly based off of what i remember from his first few appearances) (she acts more like murasakibara oops)

Kise and Aomine with a Sporty!Lazy!Fem!Reader

CONTAINS SPOILERS FOR SEASON 2

content: just fluff, use of 'babe' (aomine), tennis (kise), volleyball (aomine) both of them haul your lazy ass, use of Y/N

Kise Ryōta

It always surprises Kise whenever he sees you on the tennis court. You're always laser-focused, especially on days where you face difficult opponents. However, your stoicism and general demeanour always comes through.

"Come on Y/N-cchi! Don't you have an important match today?"

"Mmmmggghh..."

He sighs. This isn't the first time. He knows full well that you know that you can't miss this match, even if your opponent's school is rated one of the worst in the region.

"...I don't even have to play...I already know I'm gonna win..."

Kise knows you're right. In fact, every time you're about to play, he gathers DVD's of your opponent, so you can study the both of them together while cuddling.

He decides it's enough. Lord knows that your coach is already tolerating you the best she can, and every day, Kise fears for your position in the club.

Kise yanks off the covers, and faces a nice surprise. Not that kind of surprise.

"You're already in uniform?"

"Mmmphh...I was late training last night..."

He smiles warmly, feeling less urgency, and scoops you into his arms.

Kidding, he flips you over and hangs you over his shoulder, while crouching down to zip up the racket bag you left on the floor, and takes it with him.

He swears that he can feel your body relax, as if you're about to sleep again, flipped on his shoulder.

"Hey, hey! You can't just fall asleep! Your muscles are gonna be tired!"

"Fine..."

Don't worry though, he still carried you all the way to the match.

Aomine Daiki

The two of you would often rest on the roof together. sleeping your troubles away. Honestly, you were one in the same. That is, until Aomine's loss at the Winter Cup.

"Babe, get up, you got practice today right?"

You grumble in turn.

Suddenly, you feel yourself being hoisted up, and thrown over is shoulders.

"Daiki...i'm tired..."

"You won't be tired when you start moving your feet around."

He carries you all the way down to the volleyball courts, letting you slip off of his shoulders and into his arms, carrying you bridal style.

"Y/N. We're here."

He sets you down on the floor, before you promptly spin and bury your face into his chest, digging your nails into his shirt.

He notes how you look like a needy cat.

"Y/N!! Finally you're here!!"

"...Captain..."

Your captain walks over, and you fall into her arms as she laughs, hauling you over to the rest of the team for practice.

You found your groove quickly, sprinting across the court as if you hadn't been acting like a sloth a few minutes prior.

Aomine knew he hated losing; he also knew you hated it all the same.

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this ask is probably 2 months old lmfao im sorry and i still have a kumatani one i'm halfway through but im writing again

#kuroko no basket #kurokos basketball #knb aomine #aomine daiki #kise x reader #kise ryota #knb kise #aomine x reader #kurobas #knb #knb fanfic #knb drabble

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adiraargent · 4 months

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Hiya! Can I request Aomine watching his gfs basketball game and she goes for a rebound and got it but the other team reaches over her head grabbing the ball and slamming her to the ground? How would He react and stuff?

Hot Chocolate - Daiki Aomine

wc: 2.6k warnings: fluff, established relationship, protective Aomine Summary: you're doing your best to win your basketball game but one girl really seems to have it out for you.

Daiki Aomine stood at the sidelines, his eyes fixed on the basketball court, where his girlfriend was showcasing her skills. It was an unspoken thing between the two of you where you would both watch all of each other's games (unless something really important came up).

The gymnasium hummed with the excitement of the game, the fervor of the players palpable in the air. It was the fourth quarter and the scores were pretty close but the other team was in the lead by 2 points.

You were relentless on the court, your determination evident in every move you made and Daiki could see it. Aomine watched you with a mix of pride and admiration, impressed by your agility and skill. He knew you were great at basketball, but you never failed to amaze him, there was just something about the way that you moved. Elegance.

You moved with grace, anticipation in your eyes as you chased after the rebound. The ball sailed through the air, and you sprang into action, leaping with impressive athleticism to grab the rebound. For a moment, it seemed like you had secured it, but in a split second, an opponent stretched over you, snatching the ball away.

The collision was sudden, jarring. A gasp rippled through the spectators as you hit the ground with a thud, your body skidding slightly from the impact. You grimaced at the impact, multiple parts of your body searing in pain. You looked up at the girl, thinking that maybe she would apologise, but she just looked down at you with a small smirk before jogging off.

Aomine's heart skipped a beat, his eyes widening in concern as he saw you sprawled on the floor. He clenched his fists, he was about to jump the sideline and go give the girl a piece of his mind but was stopped by Kise.

"Hey Aomine-chi, she'll be fine, she can take care of herself. Besides, you cant exactly go storm up to a girl and start yelling at her," Kise told his idol, hoping that he would understand.

Aomine scoffed, "i can if she pushed my girl to the ground," he snapped and went to go again but was stopped once more by Kise

"You know she wouldnt want you too," Kise said, and Aomine knew he was right, he was just so angry though. He watched, his gaze never leaving you, a mix of worry and anger simmering beneath the surface.

You lay there for a moment, wincing in pain, but determination burned in your eyes. You pushed yourself up, refusing to let the fall shake you. Aomine's heart swelled with pride at your resilience, the way you refused to let the setback break your spirit.

There was just something so hot about how determined you were.

Your eyes met from across the court, and in that silent exchange, Aomine conveyed his concern and support. His gaze was intense, a silent promise that he was there for you, that he believed in your strength and resilience.

That instantly made you feel ten times better.

With a nod, you signalled to your teammates that you were alright, ready to continue. Aomine felt a surge of admiration for you as you brushed off the fall and got back into the game. He knew you were a fighter, determined and unyielding.

The game resumed, and Aomine remained rooted at the sidelines, his eyes solely on you. He watched your movements, the way you sprinted, defended, and attacked, a small grin on his handsome face as he watched you.

As the clock ticked away and the game reached its peak, Aomine's pride for you swelled. He watched you shoot yet another 3 pointer, a wide grin crossing over your face as you did a small little dance, happy that you were now in the lead and in that moment, Aomine knew he would always be there, silently cheering you on, ready to offer his unwavering support whenever you needed it.

Aomine's heart raced as he continued to watch you on the court. Despite the fall from before, you moved with determination, your focus undeterred. He clenched his fists, feeling a mixture of worry and admiration for your resilience.

You were in your element, dribbling the ball down the court with finesse. Your movements were calculated, your eyes scanning the court for an opportunity. You darted past opponents, your agility a testament to your skill and dedication.

As you went for a layup, Aomine held his breath, his eyes fixated on your every move. The opponents closed in, attempting to block your shot, but you maneuvered with precision, your focus unwavering.

Almost there

The ball left your fingertips, soaring through the air toward the hoop. Aomine's heart leaped with anticipation, the suspense palpable. The ball hit the backboard, teetering on the rim for a split second before finally dropping through the net.

Thank god. This is what you loved... that feeling of getting the ball in the net, this is why you played the game.

The crowd erupted into cheers, but Aomine's attention remained solely on you. You flashed him a happy smile, a glint of satisfaction in your eyes as you hustled back on defence.

Aomine felt a surge of pride and excitement as he watched you play. The game continued at a feverish pace, each possession crucial. You dove for loose balls, defended fiercely, and orchestrated plays with finesse.

Minutes turned into seconds as the game drew to a close. The score was neck and neck, the tension in the gymnasium palpable. Aomine's heart pounded in rhythm with the seconds ticking away on the clock.

You were everywhere on the court, hustling and giving it your all. You made a crucial steal, sprinting down the court with determination. With a swift move, you drove to the basket, drawing a foul from your opponent as they hit you while trying to get the ball.

The referee's whistle blew, signaling free throws for you. Aomine's eyes widened in anticipation. This was a pivotal moment in the game, and he knew you had nerves of steel, but even he was getting slightly nervous, though he had full confidence in your abilities.

You stepped up to the free-throw line, the weight of the game resting on your shoulders. The gymnasium fell silent as you dribbled the ball, your focus unwavering. You took a deep breath, then released the shot with precision.

The ball sailed through the air, the sound of the swoosh filling the gymnasium. Aomine's heart soared with pride as the crowd erupted into cheers. You had sunk both shots, putting their team in the lead.

Aomine's eyes never left you, his heart bursting with admiration.

The game's intensity soared as the clock dwindled down to its final moments. Aomine's focus remained steadfast on you, who hustled back on defense, your determination unwavering despite the physical altercation earlier.

Suddenly, a scuffle erupted near the basket. A player from the opposing team, the same one who had collided with you earlier, made a reckless play, shoving you in an attempt to gain possession of the ball. You stumbled back, your footing faltering as you tried to regain balance.

Aomine's eyes blazed with fury at the sight. His fists clenched, and his muscles tensed with an anger he struggled to contain. The referee blew the whistle, calling a foul on the opposing player, but Aomine's focus remained on you, concern etched into every fiber of his being.

You staggered for a moment but steadied yourself, refusing to let the fall hinder you. Aomine's heart pounded with a mix of worry and rage, his protective instincts on high alert.

The opposing player's actions were reckless and unnecessary, and Aomine's blood boiled with anger. He knew you could handle yourself, but the thought of anyone laying a hand on you, especially on purpose, infuriated him beyond measure.

From the sidelines, Aomine's gaze burned with intensity. He locked eyes with you, silently conveying his concern and his unspoken promise to make sure the offender would face the consequences.

You caught his gaze. You nodded subtly, acknowledging his support, and then turned your focus back to the game.

Aomine's fists remained clenched, his gaze fixed on the court. The game continued, each possession escalating the tension. He watched as you sprinted up and down the court.

The final buzzer echoed through the gymnasium, signaling the end of the game. Your team emerged victorious, but Aomine's mind was clouded with a singular thought—the player who had roughed you up needed to be dealt with.

As the teams shook hands, Aomine's eyes bore into the player in question, a simmering anger beneath his controlled demeanor. He held back, letting you handle the situation, but his glare spoke volumes, a silent warning of the consequences should such reckless behavior repeat.

You approached him, a happy look in your eyes. "I'm okay, Daiki. Don't worry," she assured him, sensing his anger.

Aomine's expression softened slightly at your words, but the anger still simmered beneath the surface. "I know you are, but that was uncalled for," he replied in a firm tone, his protectiveness evident in his voice.

"Ill be back, gotta go talk to the coach," you place a quick kiss on his lips and then run back to your team

He kept a watchful eye on the player who had caused the collision, his jaw clenched, a silent promise lingering in his intense gaze. He wouldn't let anyone hurt you without facing the consequences, and that player was going to learn it the hard way.

Aomine kept a watchful eye on you, observing your interactions with your teammates and opponents. His protective instincts were still on high alert, his gaze occasionally flickering towards the player who had caused the collision.

As you made your way off the court, Aomine approached you, his concern evident in his eyes. "Are you really okay?" he asked, his voice filled with genuine worry.

You smiled, though there was a hint of fatigue in your eyes. "I'm fine, Daiki. It's nothing I can't handle," you reassured him, placing a hand on his arm. You knew his protectiveness was a sign of his care and concern for you.

"Thanks you two for coming," you gave Kise a small smile before wrapping your arm around Aomine's waist and pulling yourself against his side.

Aomine exhaled, trying to ease the tension coiling within him. He glanced once more at the player, who was surrounded by teammates and coaches. His expression hardened, his protectiveness still burning within him.

As the player conversed with their team, Aomine's gaze bore into them, a silent warning simmering in his intense stare. He remained at your side, his arm instinctively drawing you closer in a protective gesture.

You glanced up at Aomine, catching the fiery intensity in his eyes. Sensing his silent promise, you gently squeezed his hand, silently conveying your appreciation for his concern and protection.

Your teammate called out to you, "y/n! you gotta come back, we're doing the end formalities!'

"I'll be back in a sec. Gotta go say thank you for the game and stuff," you sigh, leaned in, pressing a quick, reassuring kiss on his lips before darting back toward your team.

Aomine watched you go, his eyes tracking your every move, ensuring you were safe even in the midst of the post-game interactions. His jaw clenched, a subtle sign of his unease with the situation.

You navigated through the crowd of players and officials, your mind focused on expressing gratitude for the game. Yet, you couldn't shake off the feeling of discomfort caused by the player's earlier actions.

Approaching the opposing team's area, you maintained a composed demeanor, nodding politely as you exchanged words of appreciation with the coach and some of the players. However, your gaze lingered on the player who had caused the collision, a mixture of emotions swirling within you.

You offered a polite yet cool thank-you to the player, masking the underlying tension you felt. Their response was casual, almost dismissive, which only added to the unease simmering in the back of your mind.

As you turned to walk away, a voice cut through the air, "Hey, y/n, wait up a sec."

You halted, glancing back to see the player approaching you. Your guard went up instinctively, but you maintained a composed exterior.

"I just wanted to say, sorry about the collision back there. It's part of the game, you know?" the player shrugged, their tone lacking genuine remorse.

Your jaw tightened, but you managed a tight-lipped smile, masking the flicker of frustration. "Yeah, it happens. No hard feelings," you replied diplomatically, not wanting to escalate the situation.

Turning on your heel, you swiftly made your way back to where Aomine stood, his eyes locked on you. You could sense his tension, his protective instincts flaring up in response to the encounter.

Aomine met you halfway, concern etched in his features. "Everything alright?" he asked, his voice filled with a mix of worry and restrained anger.

You nodded, trying to dispel the tension. "Just some post-game formalities. Let's get out of here," you suggested, taking his hand and leading the way, eager to put the unsettling encounter behind you.

Aomine followed, his protective instincts still on high alert as he kept a watchful eye on your surroundings. You moved closer to him, seeking comfort in his presence, grateful for his silent support. Together, you walked away, leaving the gymnasium behind and focusing on the comfort of each other's company.

As you walked away from the gymnasium, the weight of the unsettling encounter slowly faded, replaced by the comforting feeling of Aomine's hand in yours. His protective stance eased, but he maintained a watchful eye, ensuring your safety as you made your way out.

The cool evening air greeted you outside, a welcome contrast to the intensity of the game. Aomine glanced down at you, a small smile tugging at the corners of his lips as he noticed you shivering slightly.

"Here," he said softly, slipping off his jacket and draping it over your shoulders, his touch warm against your skin.

You looked up at him, a faint blush dusting your cheeks at the gesture. "You'll be cold," you protested softly, though you couldn't deny the comfort of his jacket.

Aomine chuckled, the sound warm and reassuring. "I'll survive. Just take it," he insisted, adjusting the jacket around you with a gentle tug.

You relented, allowing the jacket to envelop you in its warmth, feeling a sense of coziness that had nothing to do with the fabric itself. The scent of his cologne lingered, a comforting reminder of his presence.

As you walked side by side, the quietude of the evening setting in, Aomine spoke up. "You handled that well back there. But if that chick steps out of line again, I won't hold back," he said, his voice carrying a protective undertone.

You glanced at him, touched by his protectiveness. "I know. But let's not dwell on that. I'd rather focus on having you here," you said, a soft smile playing on your lips.

Aomine's gaze softened, a fondness in his eyes. "Yeah, I'd rather focus on that too," he admitted, his tone warmer.

The two of you continued your stroll, the tension from earlier dissipating with each step.

As you reached a nearby park, the familiar sight of twinkling lights from the nearby cafe caught your eye. Aomine followed your gaze, a hint of mischief dancing in his eyes.

"Hot chocolate?" he suggested, a playful grin forming on his lips.

Your eyes lit up, a smile spreading across your face. "Yes, please!" you replied eagerly, the thought of warm drinks on a chilly evening appealing to both your senses and your heart.

Hand in hand, you made your way to the cozy cafe, the chilly evening forgotten in the warmth of each other's company. The promise of a comforting drink and shared moments ahead filled you both with a sense of contentment, strengthening the bond that was as warm and comforting as the hot chocolate awaiting you.

Written by adiraargent Do not copy, steal or repost on other platforms Requests open

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laceymorganwrites · 1 year

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Calling you mommy for the first time

KnB edition:

Aomine:

when you´re pegging him

it´s your anniversary and he´s already comfortable subbing for you

he´s finally had enough of you begging him to do it, it annoys him

and he´s not a whiny bitch, he doesn´t go back on his words, he can easily take it

if you can take him he can take you

let´s just say he doesn´t stay that overconfident for long

but not because you´re so rough with him, quite the opposite actually

you´re so gentle with him it touches him to tears, he didn´t expect that

he genuinely never felt so loved, you´re taking your time with him, prepping him and actually making it feel good

he could cum from your fingers alone, he´s wondering how the hell you know exactly where his prostrate is

´mommy please, I´m ready´

Kagami:

when he cooks for you

he enjoys cooking overall, it calms him down while he can easily focus as well

and he´s super proud of all of his creations, liking to experiment with a few flavors and recipes

and it makes him so happy when you like it as well

loves cooking for you more than for anyone else

´do you like it, mommy?´

he always regards you with such cute puppy dogs eyes, always waiting for your approval

but he always gets it, he´s such a good boy for you

´of course I do. I like everything you make for me, baby´

Akashi:

when you praise him

this man honestly thought he was a sadistic control dom before he met you

but not only do you show him how touchstarved he really is, you also unlock his praise kink

Seijuro has so much pressure on his shoulders, but somehow you manage to make it all go away, he doesn´t break underneath it anymore

you force him to take breaks and help him out in private, reminding him of all of his successes, no matter how little they might be

be that a basketball match, managing to get out of bed, shower or get groceries, you always make sure he knows he´s appreciated and loved

´good job, baby´ you smile at him, gently stroking his hair

he looks up at you with such a proud and happy expression, it just makes you melt

´thank you, mommy´

Murasakibara:

during facesitting

out of everyone he probably has the biggest mommy kink since he´s a little

he just loves it when you take care of him, he can let out his inner child completely, you accept him just as he is

you never scold him for eating too much sweets or making a mess, instead you help him have a balanced diet and clean together with him

he was unsure about sex at first, just because he´s so big and doesn´t wanna hurt you, it took you guys a while to find positions that were comfortable for both of you

he has an oral fixation so eating you out is literally his favorite hobby

whenever he´s anxious he´ll just pull you over and have you sit on his face, that´s how it´s most comfortable for both of you

´mommy tastes so good´

literally gets so drunk of your pussy, won´t stop until you yell at him to, the best feeling to him is your shaking legs squeezing his head

Tatsuya:

when you stroke his hair

he never thought you´d be dating, moreso that he´d ever fall in love with you

or anyone for that matter, he never thought he was deserving of it

you started out as friends, you noticed how he was always alone and one day you caught him crying and let him vent to you

ever since that day he comes to you whenever he has something on his mind, weighing him down

a deep friendship formed from this, but soon he became a bit too interested in you as a person, panicking a bit

but when you ask him out on a date he´s so relieved because he can finally place the feeling, it´s the first time he´s ever fallen in love

your relationship progresses slowly but that´s what makes it so deep and unwavering as well

one day you´re just cuddling and stroking his hair gently when he looks at you with a dreamy expression and that cute smile of his

´I´m so glad I met you, mommy´

Kise:

when you edge him

he´s the best good boy out of all of them

wants to make you so proud of him

he´s super insecure in his skills in bed because he genuinely thinks he´s nothing special and barely average

but he makes up for it in endurance and stamina, so he´ll always tell you how you can use him however you like, until you´re completely satisfied when he can´t cum anymore

loves edge play the most because it tests his will, he will hold out on cumming until it hurts for you

the best part is following your orders, falling so safely in your arms, he just needs to listen and let go whenever you tell him

´I want you to cum with me, baby. Another round, will you be a good boy for me?´

´yes! I´ll be anything you want me to be, mommy´

Midorima:

when he service tops

confuses topping and domming for the longest fucking time

until you just yell at him how you wanna take care of him

he´s literally so touched at the sentiment and very willing to let you show him the reigns

doesn´t mind domming or subbing, he´s the perfect switch who will adjust to your every need

he doesn´t have a high libido himself but he´s always more than ready to satisfy you fully

it´s rare that he initiates but it mostly happens when he´s feeling very emotional, when he just can´t believe you´re really his

´I want to make you feel good today, mommy´

Takao:

when he subs for the first time

he wasn´t really a dom before but because he doesn´t have a lot of sexual experience he´s mostly vanilla

he never really had the time or partner to try out anything new

but he sure likes it when you pamper him outside of the bedroom so when he brings up how he wants you to take control who are you to deny him

´you´re so eager, it´s cute~ don´t worry, mommy´ll take care of you´

he blushes so hard, he´s not used to using those terms in bed, he did think about calling you mistress or something along the lines just because you´re the perfect dom to him

I mean he watches way too much femdom porn so of course he wants to be a good slut for you

´I´ll be a good boy, mommy´

Kotaro:

after he won a match

he has too much energy, literally too much

you have to stop him from running you over most of the time cause he´s the type of person to jump hug you

´baby, calm down a bit´ you giggle, hugging him back and promptly being lifted up by him

´we won, mommy!´

he´s so euphoric and proud of himself and the team

you smile at him and kiss him, not caring if anyone else sees, it´s known you´re a couple at this point and nobody from the team minds so nobody else gets to gossip about you

´that´s amazing, baby! you did so well´

Imayoshi:

calls you mommy to tease you

it´s still early in your relationship and he doesn´t think you have it in you to dom him

he caught Wakamatsu watching femdom porn the other day and made fun of him for it, but the concept doesn´t leave his mind

he´s in denial that he´d like it as well, because he does enjoy domming a lot. like a lot. mostly a very sadistic dom but can be gentle when in the right mood

he´s in a silly mood a lot where he just won´t stop talking and cracking stupid jokes, at the most inappropriate times

especially when you´re working

´aww am I being a bad boy, mommy?´

´yes you are, you fucking brat´

your voice is so deadpan, he doesn´t even have time to be embarrassed about how much he´s blushing right now

it doesn´t happen that he´s speechless

´will you punish me?´ his voice is quieter now, he hates to admit it but the thought of you putting him in his place turns him on a lot

´later if you can be fucking patient for once´

Wakamatsu:

asks for it after discovering his kink

he always found women in control to be incredible endearing

you already had such a confident and strong personality, he fell for you incredibly fast

mostly because his friends set you two up and therefore it was pretty clear the relationship would last

he´s such a sweet and considerate boyfriend, falling in love more every day

and you two are always very open and direct about your needs and desires so it´s no surprise when he mentions the possibility of a mommy kink

´oh don´t worry, I´m into that, you can call me mommy, I´d like that´ you smile and watch his reaction

he´s so relieved that you don´t judge him for his preferences and gives you a big hug

´you´re the best, mommy´

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