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Hii I'm the one who ask for the fluffy stuff with Akashi and Aomine ! Sorry I wasn't clear enough, my bad (and thanks for your oh-so adorable answer).They're separated, like each of them has his girlfriend ! No poly. Hope it's okay for ya

1st ask: Hi there! <3 So glad to discover a new knb blog haha. Can I have some fluffy time with Aomine & Akashi with their gf ? Like...dunno, take cares because their gf is exhausting because of school project... Ah it's up to you ! :D (sorry if my english isn't perfect i'm not native haha)

A/N: Hello! (´｡• ω •｡`) Thanks for clearing that up, I apologize for the long and unannounced hiatus on this blog (///￣￣///) I hope you like it! There is a general prologue and then it branches out into their separate ways. The parts for Aomine and Akashi will be separated and indicated (I hope that makes sense...). There is no warnings for this one! Just a lot of fluff! And academic suffering I guess.... This felt very real to write actually (ﾒ﹏ﾒ) Aomine's is also a bit flirty because that's what felt most right for him, I hope you don't mind! Enjoy! ~Admin JS

The day dragged on like flies on caramel, the syrupy smothness nauseating and entrapping, leaving you feeling in the emenency of drowning in the slow and sweet density of hours that refused to pass. If not for the pressing matters at hand, you would have given up on trying to work straight through this neverending day long ago, but with the deadline of this project fast approaching and your role in the group being scripting the entirety of the presentation, you decided to seclude yourself in the library in hopes of finishing off the base on which everyone will work out their own parts.

Your group of peers were as involved in the planning of the project as rats are involved in the admnistration of a professional kitchen — which is to say they intented to take all of the marbles and none of the responsability. You tried to resent them, but there was already enough on your plate to chisel away your forbearance for you to knowingly create a matter out of this. To put it simply, you rather just be done with it.

You felt the steady beating of your heart in your temples, rhythmic like the drumms that made thousands march into war, a collective percussion of thunder and lighting that, for a split second, even made your vision lose focus. You'd definetly be needing something for that headache later.

You use your tired hands to rub your face, trying to wipe away the exhaustion brought on by overworking yourself beyond the typical studying hours; ambition and sacrifice always walk hand-in-hand and you, aspiring and young student, seems somehow forever stuck in the liminal space between the two. You get your phone to check the time and catch a glimpse of your reflection on the sleek glass screen; your last year, and all of which that came with it, was visibly taking it's toll on you.

Checking the time, you knew the library would close soon. Only a few — those who were desperate in long and strenuous study sessions and the reckless, like yourself, who worked with little to no regard for their personal well being and health — remained in scattered tables full of their personal choices of research medias. You tried an experimental stretch and decided, as soon as you heard the painful cry for help coming from your spine in form of a loud and obnoxious "crack", that it was time to call it a day and give some rest to the tissues that held your existence together. It wasn't like the topics of your research were still making sense anyway; you'd get nowhere with this considering your current state of fatigue.

You had slowly started gathering your things, packing in no rush at all and even stopping at some point to just contemplate your aliveness and feel your own breathing, when you heard a familiar voice coming from behind you:

"I had a feeling I'd find you here."

Akashi Seijūrō

You turn in your chair and are greeted by Akashi's cordial smile, polished and sweet and elegant and everything that brings immediate peace to your mind. "Ah, Akashi-san!" you exclame no louder than a whisper, your expression surprised and joyful like a child's. You keep the cordiality out of habit, muscle memory from the majority of the time when your relationship must be kept out of prying eyes, despite the fact you are mostly alone on this part of the library.

The rumors circling the Akashi family heir are already too much without any real fuel to them, and the redhead prefered to retain at least this part of his life a private matter. To you, it was just as good. Remaing under the radar and avoiding all that came with being a known face in a school like Rakuzan was an awfuly difficult asset to obtain.

"You've forgotten, haven't you?" he asks, pulling the chair besides yours to sit down. There is no real bite to his words regardless of the contents of his phrase. You scour the corners of your drained mind to try and remmember if you had any plans programmed with him for today. When you do recall, you cover your mouth with yours hands, completely stunned.

"I'm so sorry, Akashi-san. Really. Time got away from me. I just wanted to get as most as possible done today and ended up forgetting we were meeting up..." you set your expression into a apologetic one, regretful of the choice you made when you decided to keep on going after-hours. You simply did not remmember your plans to meet up and go home together. "I've held you up so long as well..." you make an exasperated noise, lowering your head on your arms on the table "Ahhhh, I'm so sorry!"

"That's alright. You were imersed on your work. That's very respectable, _______. Besides, I was also finishing some pendencies from the council, so you haven't held me up at all." he touches your back and awaits expectantly for you to look up at him. When you do look up, kepping your face still half concealed by your arms, you notice how his smile is warm and affectionate as he moves his hand up to you hair to pet it, amusement so obvious in his expression that his eyes are almost closed. You feel your cheeks heating up at that, flushed by the carefree display of affection in a place so public. "I just wanted to know if our plans are still standing."

You have heard how some of the students on the corridors sometimes refer to him as Prince, or even as Emperor, and although most of the time those aliases seem to you just immature and vain and too constricting to define Akashi's personality, there are times when you can't help but think you've gotten yourself a prince charming straight out of a fairy tale.

One of thoses moments is when he's playing. In court, he's as capable and mighty and commanding as the most remarkable of the emperors of times long past and, even with the sudden change you felt in him on his first year after the Winter Cup's loss, his imposing excellence remained as a second skin to him. It was mesmerizing, watching him play, you pictured him as sublime as a force of nature — equal parts wonderful and frightening in a way that made it impossible to look away.

Another one of thoses times was when you see him smiling at you like that, with the set of his shoulders spelling nobility and poise, his eyes glinting with something candid and honeyed and when his actions suggested all of the devotion he felt for you. You love him, dearly, and you find reprieve in the fact that the feeling is mutual. You raise your head, moving your chair closer to his.

"O-of course!" you stutter "That's it... If you still want to..." you speak slowly, as if testing the waters; a pointless disquiet tainting your voice. You hear his hushed laughter and there's sparks flying in your heart and butterflies in your stomach as if his laugh is the sound angles make when they sing in devoted content. He finds you endearing, and it becomes obvious by the way he relaxes into a more youthful posture and behavior when by your side. You love seeing him in the council meetings, and training in court, with his posture firm and impressiv; but nothing brings you more joy than watching him slip into the adolescent boy he is when there is no invisible expectation to fullfill and drive him to perfection.

"Of course I want to." he answers, lowering his elbow to the table and using it to prop his head on his hand, finding a better position to look at you from. "I know we were just going home, but I think we deserve a treat after this much work. What do you say? Are you hungry?"

Your first instinct stil is to let your humbleness win you over, even after so much time with him. You know he doesn't mind taking you in fun — and, most times, expensive — outings; in fact, he has told you more than once how he loves to spoil you rotten. Even so, you bite your lip in reticence and inhibition before answering in the way of propriety that you family raised you to:

"Wouldn't it be a problem for you? I don't want to be a bother." you ask. He sighs, almost unaudibly, and holds on of your hands in his.

"Certainly not. You could never be a bother to me, ______." he is final in his response; you are sure you can the sound os a gavel ringing distantly. After this, his face softens with love and hope "What do you feel like eating?" he presses you for an answer just with the look on his eyes that, besides being gentle and patient, is also demanding. You smile shyly, feeling your body's response to the prospect of food. And good food, considering the places Akashi has taken you before. You hope he can't hear the growl coming from your stomach.

"How about some guioza?" you propose.

"Sounds great. I know just the place." he smiles, standing up and offering his hand to you. After you have also stood up, he takes you backpack with him; you try to stop him, but he's having none of that. "Come on, I believe the driver is already waiting for us by the gate." you walk with him, watching with fondness as he passes by the librarian and greets her. She seems almost as warmhearted as you. You try to take back you belongings, only for him to switch the arm he is using to carry it with until he frustrates all of your tries.

He holds the door open for you to pass in a real gentleman manner, smiling as you timidly cross the open passage. After you gone through, he goes after you, calling your name. That gives you a pause, turning on your heel to stare at him expectanly.

"When we are alone, it would please me greatly if you called me just Seijūrō."

You let your jubilance seep through your face in the form of a juvenile smile, finding unmatched gratification in noticing that he mirrors your expression; there he is, your Seijūrō. The version of himself he shows only to you. His words are like an echo of a conversation from long ago, when he first requested you this. Your heart skips a beat just like that first time.

"It would make me very happy to do that as well, Seijūrō."

You let him take your hand as you walk to the car, happy and warm and full of young love.

Aomine Daiki

You felt the soft warmth of hands on your tensed and weary shoulders and stretched your neck to look up at the source of that dark and sweet voice, rolling like molasses off Aomine's tongue and reminding you that the reason for every sugar rush you ever had since you met him was this saccharine tone.

You made a small murmured sound of greeting and composed your face into a more recptive expression, letting your youthful joy transpire into your features and allowing your lips to form a spent smile that revealed not only the whites of your teeth to the blue-haired boy but also your contentment with his presence.

"Oh, hm... Hi, Daiki. I was just finishing up." You whisper to him while you try to rub away the fatigue off of your eyes when his airy laugh fills the silence sorrounding both of you as he sits down on the chair opposite of yours, not even trying to keep his tone down. This granted some stares from tables closer to yours, but you dind't noticed; the gravity of his presence was so jarring that you could do nothing besides let yourself be pulled to orbit around him.

"They really didn't come to help you out at all, did they?" he shakes his head, clicking his tongue on his front teeth, incredulous when you purse your lips and shrug, responding with a neagative "hm-hm". "You should just take their names out of the project and not tell anyone. Your doing all the work anyway, so is only fair." He muses, unimpressed, like it's only logical.

"That's cruel, even for you." you laugh, gathering the rest of your belongings and packing everything up nicely enough. "You know I can't do that. Besides, I much prefer it this way. I can do everything how I so please and they don't get to question it. They only get to say 'Thank you, _______, you'd saved us so much time' and at least try not screw up the presentation. Y'know?" Aomine gives you an impressed whistle and rests his elbows on the table between you.

"That's bossy." he reaches in your direction and tucks a stray strand of hair behind your ear, his warm and calloused hand soft against the skin of your cheek, staring into your eyes like he just found one of the wonders of the world shining in them, showing you the most handsome, most desarming, most youthful and playful smile he has in store. "I love it."

You can feel your blush creeping up your face in the direction of you ears, like fire burning up a hill. Your heart if so full of delight in that moment, being the sole object to that gaze. Aomine stares at you like you are the most precious rarity he has ever had the honor to look upon and the verity that blooms in the bright of his dark blue eyes never fails to make you feel exactly like treasure. You're caught so off guard you don't now how to respond, but that is not a problem considering that Aomine continues talking to you.

"You know, I was alredy planning on taking you out to eat or something today, but I guess I'll have to take you to that new place you been nagging me about. You deserve it after all of this.work" your eyes roll at that, but you had, in fact, been talking a lot about that new ramen place that opened just down the school street. However, his intonation surprises you, the choice of placement for the emphasis seemingly strange, and your confusion must be clear in the furrow of your brow because he explains: "Since you seem so tired and all... I think your not well enough to walk all the way there."

You open you mouth to protest, yet more confused than you were before, your frown even deeper. When Aomine stands, faster than what should be possible for someone as tall and broad as him, comprehennsion starts to dawn on you like the first lights of the day. Your slow and tired brain cannot bring you to react fast enough and, when you finally realize, he is alredy scooping you up into his arms along with all of your belongings.

"Daiki!" you protest, trying your best to keep your school skirt in place while on his firm hold and also trying to stop you backpack and folders from falling to the gound. You pass by the librarian in record speed right as she notices the ruckus your sappy boyfriend is causing in this place of knowledge. Most of the other worn-out students don't even have time to react to him as you pass them, you don't even notice how some girls stare in envious amazement. You turn to stare at Aomine's face and scold him but lose the courage as soon as you notice his expression, shinning eyes and big childish smile composing his features into something you cheerish more than anything else in this world.

It's insanely captivating, this bright expression of his, — which is something you have alredy said to him, albeit his desbelief in it — and before you even realize your expression starts mirroing his. You feel silly, and happy and warm and the long day of work seems like a speck of a faraway memory by the time he has ran with you out of the school library.

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Hey, I have an AO3! + Updates

I just posted my first story there. It was the first ask I ever answered here!

I intend on posting the imagines and scenarios requested here over there as well so, if you'd like, please consider checking it out and leaving some comments! I'll make sure to post here as well when a new story is up.

The link is: Stargazing - JSchiatti - Kuroko no Basuke | Kuroko's Basketball [Archive of Our Own]

Oh, also, I'm working on a request as of right now. It was with two characters: Aomine and Akashi. Aomine's part is done and Akashi is basilly all finished. I hope to post it soon!

Feel free to send in more requests if you'd like!

Have a nice day!

#ao3 writer #archive of our own #kuroko no basket #kuroko no basuke #knb #kiseki no sedai #gom #knb imagines #knb fanfic #akashi seijuro #kuroko tetsuya #aomine daiki #kagami taiga #midorima shintarou #murasakibara atsushi #knb x reader #knb x you #kise ryōta #not a imagine

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Pink Moon Dividers

Please like and reblog if you use or save.

Requested by @little-mooncake

Dividers List

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oooooooh, spicy~ (⁄ ⁄•⁄ω⁄•⁄ ⁄)

Smut Dialogue Prompts That Make Me Feral

1. “Let me see those eyes.”

2. “Open your mouth for me.”

3. “Please kiss me.”

4. “Use your words.”

5. “Tell me what you want.”

6. “You look so good beneath me.”

7. “You can take it.”

8. “I can take it.”

9. “You take me so well.”

10. “Spread your legs wider.”

11. “Louder. Let me hear you.”

12. “Keep your eyes on me.”

13. “Touch yourself.”

14. “Do you want my fingers?”

15. “I can’t get enough of you.”

16. “You taste so good.”

17. “Hands behind your back.”

18. “Swallow.”

19. “You are doing so well.”

20. “Breathe through your nose.”

21. “Don’t hold back.”

22. “Show me how much you need me.”

23. “Say my name.”

24. “You can do better than that.”

25. “Does that feel good?”

26. “I want you to ruin me.”

27. “Do you think you deserve this?”

28. “I want to have my way with you.”

29. “Touch me there. Right there.”

30. “I will never get enough of you.”

#prompt #prompt list

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These also seem so cute!! (⁄ ⁄•⁄ω⁄•⁄ ⁄)

first kiss prompts

'' you sure you wanna do this? ''

'' we can take things slow. ''

'' you're the best first kiss i've ever had. ''

'' i'm quite nervous. ''

'' you're doing good. ''

'' close your eyes. ''

'' i've never done this before. ''

'' i want [our first kiss] to be special. ''

'' no pressure or anything. ''

'' i thought [the kiss] was great. not that i have much to compare to. ''

'' wanna practice? ''

'' just get it over with. i'm tired of not knowing what it feels like. ''

'' i'm gonna remember this for a while. ''

'' i like kissing you. ''

'' that... was terrible. sorry. ''

'' do you wanna make out? ''

'' i really want to kiss you right now. ''

'' kiss me and you'll find out. ''

'' permission to lean in? '' '' permission granted. ''

'' i'm not a delicate flower. kiss me like you mean it. ''

'' if anybody were to kiss me... i would want that person to be you. ''

'' i've been wanting to kiss you for a while. ''

'' teach me how to do it. ''

'' are you nervous? ''

'' i don't want you to be disappointed. ''

'' can i get another one? ''

'' why don't you come inside? ''

'' i haven't mastered the art of kissing yet. ''

'' you're a great kisser. ''

'' teach me. ''

'' is there such a thing as love at first kiss? ''

'' kiss me again, but don't stop this time. ''

'' can i kiss you? ''

'' wanna go slow? ''

'' if you're uncomfortable, or think it's too much, pull away. ''

'' i love it when you kiss me. ''

'' it's important that you're comfortable. ''

'' it's cute, this thing you're doing. '' '' being all nervous? ''

'' how far do you wanna go tonight? ''

'' i can't have my first kiss be with some stranger, so could you please practice with me? ''

'' i don't want your first kiss to be terrible. ''

'' you've never kissed anyone before? ''

'' you're going to have to guide me through this. ''

'' do i just... close my eyes and lean in? ''

'' [our first kiss] is going to be magical. ''

'' of course i want to kiss you. ''

'' you just can't help yourself, can you? ''

'' kiss me. ''

'' i would love to kiss you, actually. ''

'' you mean—you and me? kissing? ''

'' and right now, i think you should kiss me. ''

'' this is nerve-racking! ''

'' did i do good? ''

'' you did wonderful. can't wait to do it again. ''

'' did we just kiss? ''

'' you kissed me first. '' '' i definitely didn't. ''

'' we don't have to do this if you don't want to. ''

'' you were literally all over me. not that i mind. ''

'' why won't you come here for a second? ''

'' don't speak. just kiss me. ''

'' come kiss me. ''

'' did you enjoy it? ''

'' how was it? ''

'' can we do it again? ''

'' holy shit—that was awesome! ''

'' kiss me again. ''

'' oh. my. god. ''

'' you should call me sometime. ''

'' that was pretty nice. ''

'' wow... that was unexpected. ''

'' pretty nice, huh? ''

'' one of us should probably say something. ''

'' you're blushing. '' '' i know. ''

P.S. these are not mine. I found them on a deactivated blog, and I was unable to reblog. But I really want them to be sharable, so here they are. Enjoy, use, tag me in your creations.

#prompts #prompt list

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Theses are *muah* chef's kiss! Send me any!!

Meaningful Gestures Prompts

Welcome to my side-prompt blog! Ask me anything from writing, to prompt requests, and even join my discord where I can be frequently found!

Smoothing your fingers down your lover's tie, fixing where your lover couldn't tie it right.

Brushing your lover's waist/shoulder as they pass.

Instinctively pressing your hands against your lover's cheek as they passionately rave, only for them to stop talking and gape, completely distracted by the lack of distance.

Hooking your ankles together underneath the table.

Linking your hands together as you walk through school/a building/the streets--finger rubbing over your lover's knuckles softly.

Putting your hand on your lover's chest as they doze peacefully into the couch arm, focusing on the subtle beat of their heart on your hand.

Unflinchingly settling your head into your lover's lap while they watch television/are reading a book/doing their favorite hobby. Then asking your lover to explain what's going on/what they're doing.

On a whim, pulling your lover into an alley and pressing your lips firmly against theirs, getting lost in each other's touch while the streets bustle outside.

Holding your jacket over your lover's head as they hide from the rain, finding their formal outfit more important than your casual wear.

Whispering jokes/loving words in a lecture/school/church/a meeting. Trying not to laugh/flirt back in fear of disturbing everyone else who's trying to pay attention.

Putting your hand on your lover's thigh and feeling their eyes on you as they try to figure out your motives. Whether the touch is teasing or just for fun.

Mapping out your lover's features while they sleep in your arm, smoothing your thumbs down their cheeks, throat, collarbones, chin and nose.

Hooking a thumb into your lover's belt loop/pocket as a crowd surrounds you, making sure that you don't lose them in the people.

Pressing tiny kisses against your lover's shoulder while they're bent over a desk, trying to focus even though your touch is distracting them.

Wrapping your arms around your lover's waist and pressing your forehead against their back/resting on their shoulder, swaying to music only the two of you can hear.

At your lover's complaining, rubbing a spot where they ache, smiling as they lean into your touch and melt at both the touch and warmth.

Standing still as your lover rubs smudged lipstick/lipstick stains off of your skin, catching them off guard by pressing a kiss against their fingertip.

Pushing your lover against a wall after one too many teasing comments, but being met with unsaid tension instead of the quiet. Both of you unable to continue with the jokes.

After coming home from work/a long trip, finding your lover sobbing on the couch/in bed after a hard day, wiping away their tears with soft touches and gentle words--trying to convince them it's okay, and that you're there for them now.

Softly resting a hand on your lover's shoulder as they face something more difficult than ever, not bothering to exchange words as the touch does it all the same. You've got this in the bag.

Having your lover list everything they're insecure about, and responding with gentle caresses, kisses, and compliments about those areas.

While someone demeans your lover, standing up for them. Either in word, or by physically placing yourself right in front of them as a protective barrier.

Carding your fingers through your lover's hair after a bad nightmare, not caring that it's sweaty or matted, but just that they'll be able to get a good night's sleep, even if it's at the sacrifice of your own.

Protecting your lover's sleep as they doze on your lap, making sure nobody bothers them as they entrusted their peace to you.

Reading up on the things your lover enjoys so that when they talk about them, you'll understand a little better and be able to hold a conversation.

Tracing invisible shapes on your lover's skin as they're busy doing something stressful, keeping their attention half on what they're doing, and half on you.

Very softly placing butterfly kisses on your lover's skin up the length of their arm, either stopping at their neck, or drifting back down to their pulse point.

Reassurance in the form of food/movies/games, forcing them to take a second away and relax with you.

Not accepting that it's time to start the day, and pinning them onto the mattress with either your whole body, a leg, or more risque touches.

Visiting them at work, either with lunch, or just to spend the afternoon with them as they try to get things done. Whether they actually get things done, or thing devolve into flirting/romantic gestures is up to you.

DIALOGUE

"Hold on, let me fix this for you."

"God, you look so good."

"I'm... uh, dammit, your lips are so distracting. Are you doing this on purpose?"

"Your hands are always so warm."

"Be real with me, love. Do you really care about what I'm doing, or do you just want me to talk you to sleep?"

"If we get caught kissing in a small, dark, kind of shady alleyway, it's on you."

"Couldn't you wait to kiss me at home?"

"Please, I don't want the rain getting both of us sick. I volunteer to be tribute--take my jacket."

"Stop, stop! We're going to get in trouble, and I refuse to be yelled at because of you!"

"I am trusting you with that hand, darling. I hope my trust isn't misplaced."

"I promise I'll stay close."

"You know, I am trying to focus... but I can't deny that it doesn't feel good. Keep going, please."

"Take a small break, for me?"

"Never thought I'd have someone to sway with me in the kitchen... I'm glad I was wrong."

"You have lipstick on your cheek, here let me-- oh."

"I-- you-- where we we?"

"Kiss me, please."

"It's going to be okay, I promise."

"Let yourself cry, I'm here now. You're safe."

"You may think differently, but I love this about you."

"Every part, no matter how you feel, is amazing to me. I could spend all day explaining everything I love about you."

"You want to get to them, you go through me."

"Don't worry, I'll keep you safe."

"They're just a jerk, why don't we just go somewhere else?"

"I won't let them put their hands on you."

"I'm right here; I won't leave your side. Go back to sleep, darling."

"C'mere, I don't mind letting you sleep on me."

"Hey, leave them alone. They just fell asleep."

"Don't you dare wake them up."

"Wow, you really did your research, huh? That's amazing..."

"Next time, we can talk more about--"

"You know, you make these kinds of things not so painful, so thank you."

"Hmm... I don't whether to appreciate or complain that you're distracting me."

"I love how your pulse races for me..."

"Do I make your heart jump?"

"Come on, watch this movie with me. I promise it won't be as bad as the previous one."

"I bought this really cool game. Come and play it with me?"

"Hey, I got some food. Why don't we go eat in the kitchen for once?"

"Hrmg, I'm not moving. Don't make me."

"It's far too early for this..."

"Please, we need to get up."

"Touch me again, and I'm pushing you off the bed."

"I'm staying here, and I'm not moving. I do not care about your empty threats! Hey-- wait-- what are you doing?"

"I bought two sandwiches... by total accident, of course. Thought I might come give one of them to you, and maybe while I'm here spend some time with you, hm?"

"This... isn't doing work. But I don't think I mind."

"Thank you for joining me, love."

#prompts #prompt list

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Send me some of these with characters!

~FORBIDDEN LOVE PROMPTS~

“no, we can’t- we cant do this.”

“why did you ignore me? you just- you threw me away, like i was some discardable trash” “i had to, i had no choice.”

“someone might see us- stop.”

small nose bumps to comfort one another.

tears forming in person a’s eyes as they watch person b fall in love with someone else.

“i know i don’t say this enough but, i love you. remember that.”

“did you really mean that? you don’t love me?”

sadsexsadsexsadsexsadsexsadsexsadsex

“if you don’t love, prove it to me. prove me that you’ve never felt something towards me. look at me.” *before completely devouring each other.*

”is this what you wanted, huh? you could just make me fall in love with you and then just- just fucking leave? do you really expect me to be okay with that?”

“i wish we’d have more time.”

THE HUG THAT FEELS LIKE THE LAST ONE SO THEYRE GRABBING EACH OTHER AND HOLDING ON FOR DEAR LIFE

“when we were together, i had a book of all the pictures we’d taken. remember how we used to take atleast one photograph on each date?”

them looking at each other from a distance, knowing they can’t do anything but say goodbye.

“thi-this was a waste of time. you were a waste of time.”

#not many but quite fun #by fun i mean angsty

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Hey do you write yandere ?

Yes I do. Tho I'd have to see the specifics and details a little closely, just in case there is something I'm not quite confortable with╮(︶▽︶)╭

#admin #ask #not a imagine

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Hi! I'm back! Kinda...

It's been a long 4/5 years of nothing around here. In this time I got into college, got married, started therapy and went through a pandemic under one of the least competent presidents my country has ever seen (and all of that non ironically) (☉∀☉)

In the meantime I also rediscovered my love for Kuroko no Basket when watching it again with my partner. I realized I missed writing, missed the idea of this, of having this blog here and writing requests. I'm also in a research group in my university that specializes in fanworks, which helped me get back on this passion of mine.

All of this is to say that: I want to get back on writing imagines and scenarios and participating in this fandom °˖✧◝(⁰▿⁰)◜✧˖° I don't know if I will have the public for it, nor the reach, but I'm going to do this for myself most of all; I once got a piece of advice here that was "Have fun with it" and I intend on following it. Obviously your participation on it woul be the most welcome; a request writer needs asks to keep on working! Right now I will be working on the ones already in my inbox and I'll go from there (￣ω￣)

Again, I'm most excited to be back, and be writing. I'm still as slow on it as ever but I will try my best (っ≧ω≦)っ I hope you find some joy on it as well and that yall stay for the ride! Thank you for reading it all, I would love to get some new requests and interact here again!

Oh, and on the topic of NFSW/NSFT content: I was 16 when I started this blog. I did not post nothing of this sort, and put it in my rules and announced that I would not write any of that for the time being. Seeing as I am now 20, that's ok for me. Having said that: This type of content will be properly tagged, all I ask is that you protect yourself If that material makes you unconfortable or if you are a minor: do not interact with it. Asks of the such in accounts with no age in bio will not be done!

That's all for now! ( ´ ω ` )ノﾞ

I hope to hear from you all soon!

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Hi there!

Hi, Nonnie! I’m very happy to hear that! (人´∀｀)I really love your ask, since I really like fluffy things and writing those types of scenes! You’re english is fine, and I’m not native either (￣∇￣) But I feel like an important inormation was left out here (￣■￣;) Did you meant Akashi & Aomine separated, with their respective girls, or them both with the same person, like in a poly relationship? I look foward to write this request, in any of the ways it might mean! But I’d like that you specified it to me so there aren’t any misunderstandings and it comes out just like you’d imagine (๑˃̵ᴗ˂̵)و Have a great day, I’ll be waiting your ask to come again!♡

~Admin JS

#admin #ask #not an imagine #anon #you're english is pretty good #but your admin here may be a little slow sometimes #（;￣ー￣

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interative-tekst-blog · 6 years

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Hi ! I can't wait to see your writings, KnB imagines blog give me life 🌸 Can I request a fluffy scenario of Mukkun and his gf having a lazy cozy date at home on a raining day ? Lazy dates with coffee and cuddling in blankets are so my aesthetic Thank you in advance 🌸

Hi there! Imagine blogs give me life as well ✿◕ ‿ ◕✿ if not for them I wouldn’t have created this one! And you just came here with all of my loves (☉∀☉) Murasakibara, coffee and cuddling （●＞ω＜●）I love this request too much!! Thank you for sending it!I’m very sorry for my lateness (TдT)I hope you like it ☆

~Admin JS

The sounds coming from the television weren’t enough to block out the noise that the drops of rain did whenever they hit against the living room window; not that you minded. In fact, from your spot on the couch you paid more attention to them than to the movie playing out before you — maybe a romance? There was a couple in it but you couldn’t bring yourself to remember their names. You clasped your hands around the the mug Murasakibara had brought over from the kitchen and took a sip of the coffee; both flavor and warmth came to you at the same time — the aroma was alredy perfect, but tasting it made you palate tingle with sensation. However, the hot beverage didn’t suffice your need for something that could warm you.

You wanted something — no, someone — else under the covers with you, wanted the strong but gentle embrace of arms surrounding your body, wanted to feel a stable heartbeat under your hands. You call out to the only one who you can think of when needing those types of touches.

“Atsushi!” his first name spilled from your lips and, even after so many times you’ve had said it, you couldn’t not think about how perfect it still sounded. “Why are taking you so long?” you drag out the end of you sentence, slinding a bit more down on the couch while holding the mug on a tight grip “Get here alredy!” you sounded like a child even to yourself, making your voice resonate to the kitchen. You froze, maybe you are indeed acquiring too many of his habits. Shaking the thought off, you raised to your feet and put down the mug, letting it on the coffee table and making your way to your kitchen since a response didn’t came to your ears.

Your socks weren’t able to completly protect your feet from the cold floor on your way to the kitchen, making you walk a bit fast to avoid the chills that, in the end, runned above your skin. You holded the door frame, glidding your fingers on the wood surface and letting your eyes survey the room.

And there he was, sat on one of the chairs that always seemed a bit too small for him. You couldn’t see his face, for he was turned to the oven — always too focused while baking something — but it was impossible not to recognize the purple strands of hair that slithered down the hand he was using as support for his head. You made your way across the kitchen, encercling his shoulders with your arms as you could, savoring the moment with grace — who knew when a possibility like that would come again!

“You know that they don’t bake if you keep looking at them, right?” your voice was as loud as a whisper, breath caressing the spot behind his ear as you brushed away some strands of his long hair. He barely moved his head from the spot on his hand to look over at your face.

“But ____-chin!” he protested, the lazyness never abandoning his tone “I want to eat them alredy.” despite his imposing size and immeasurable strenght, you thought, he looked very cute when he mumbled like that. You kissed the subtle pout that started to form upon his lips. You left his side with hesitance and stood close to the stove, having turned your back at him, you didn’t perceive when a small amount of pink dusted his cheeks, too briefly to notice when you looked back at your boyriend’s face.

“I called you over because I wanted to be with you, and not stay alone and cold while you wait for cookies.” you said, grabbing the timer on the cabinet under the sink besides the stove, an idea crossing your mind. “I’ll put the timer here, we go back to the living room, stay nice and warm, and when they’re ready, we get up and come here to eat ‘em. Alright?” you asked, unable to notice the way that the smile that graced your lips made his heart pound a bit harder against his ribs for a moment.

“Okay…” he rested his head against his arms on the table, voice low and devoid of the usual suspicion he would display.

“For how long have they been in there?” you inquired, holding the white timer in between you hands while waiting for his answer.

“Since forever.” he sounded truly frustrated but you couldn’t help but let a small giggle escape through your lips. “Are you laughing at me, ____-chin?” he raised an offended eyebrow at you and your expression is quickly modified to something at least close to seriousness.

“Of course not!” you answered, putting up an equally offended act. You put the timer to go off in ten minutes, resting it upon the table Murasakibara almost tries to lay on and hold his wrist up to you face so you could kiss the space above his veins. “Come on, lay with me. I will get up to take them off of the oven when they’re ready.” the bargain reached his ears like witchcraft and, in a split second, he was up and walking away from the kitchen with his big hand in yours. The triumph expanded in you chest, the reassurance that you’ve had learned how to handle him. How to use the bargaings on your side.

The couch, unlike the kitchen chair, fit perfectly your body between his legs with the blanket over you both. Despite the coffee having alredy run cold, and the movie being too long forgotten to be able to watch and understand, just having his arms around your waist and holding his hands in yours, head rested on the space between his shoulder and neck — oh, it was all marvelous!

And, just like yourself, Murasakibara was content enough with the warmth of your skin and the stead moving of your chest as you breathed to utterly forget about the oven. In the end, he loved thoses days as much as you.

And loved you, above anything else.

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