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kodaiki · 2 years

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PLSSS WE NEED JEALOUS SNEAKY LINK AOMINE. 😩

a/n: ty for this thirst anon it’s been sitting in my drafts for a while but I finally wrote it !!! if y’all wanna give me more vague prompts like this IM SO DOWN <3333 this is unedited oops. minors and ageless blogs do not interact !!

wc: 4.4k

cw: car sex, riding, creampie, protected sex (reader is on birth control, slight mention of alcohol, afab!reader

“you go out first- wait, fix your tie,” you stammer, reaching for the taller man’s collared shirt, adjusting it in addition to fixing the dark tie hung around it, pulled lose from your doing probably.

fwb!aomine only stares down at you with an easy expression, eyes glinting in satisfaction by the deep flush of your cheeks and slight disheveled appearance. he didn’t even go far, only making out with you and some light grinding in the back corner of the bar where no one could see. yet still, you’re flustered expression makes it look like you went far beyond that.

“thank you,” he murmurs hoarsely, tipping his head downward to send a chill down your back. “you know it’s coming off later anyway right?” he says coolly, bringing a hand up to tuck a loose strand of hair behind your ear. you squeak at the insinuation of his words, quickly glaring at him afterward.

“aomine-!”

“daiki,” he corrects lowly, retracting his hand.

“-don’t just say stuff like that!”

the dark haired man only laughs at you, not in the condescending way like he usually did, but more lighthearted, more amused if anything.

“sorry, sorry,” he apologizes but the grin on his face contradicts his message entirely. “i’ll be going then.” he pats your cheek gently, leaning down once more to press a chaste kiss to your lips.

aomine leaves you alone in the corner to collect yourself, both physically and mentally. the burn in your stomach makes you frown, both in frustration and discomfort, just by the doing of the raven haired man alone.

you spend the next few minutes tugging at your dress, a pretty floral dress, as to how it was earlier in the evening during dinner, and patting down your hair, in hopes it wasn’t too much of a mess. the flush of your cheeks still burns at the entire recent event making you wonder how aomine could always appear so calm and casual.

you and daiki aomine are not a couple. definitely not.

but you sure as hell ain’t just friends either.

from what you recall, your... relationship began around six months prior at a reunion with your friends from college; it'd been only a year since you all graduated.

you'd all gone separate ways through your respective careers and though you did manage to see your friends on different occasions or when you were free, it was never the whole lot of you as it is right now.

so, those six months ago, the reunion, having taken place at a bar, set the perfect stage for the two off you. you and aomine had been the last ones of the friend group to leave the bar, having settled on two bar stools, updating the other about what had gone on in your lives. one thing led to another, alcohol and the bar's romantic aura playing a significant role, and you ended up going home with him. from that moment forward, it became an unspoken thing, a physical relationship for either of your needs.

once you’re seated, you send a pressed grin to the rest of the table, hopeful that no one saw through your lie about using the restroom.

briefly, you glance over at aomine who’s already immersed in a conversation with kagami, hand wrapped around the beer he most likely ordered as a ploy for why he was gone for so long. he's pulled up his sleeves, cuffing them, showing off a peek of the tattood sleeve he has on his left arm. as if feeling your stare, he averts his gaze for a split second, looking at you, offering you a raised brow.

you scrunch your nose at the way you can read his mind.

already wanting more, the mischievous glint in his eye says all. he eyes the front door of the restaurant, as if saying let's get out of here, followed by a cheeky smile behind the beer bottle he's about to take a swig of.

you scoff quietly at that, shaking your head at his brazenness.

"what about you, y/n?"

"hm, what?" you're brought out of your staring contest with aomine by the light chime beside you. you turn to face kise who's smiling rather mischievously at you. "sorry what was the question?"

"have you been out on dates throughout the year? midorimacchi says he's too busy and kurokocchi is gatekeeping his relationship with momoi," he says with a pout, tilting his head down at you.

"oh! uh, nope, no dates," you reveal with a nervous laugh. it isn't exactly a lie. all those times aomine's come over your place and you to his, you don't really consider dates and you're sure he doesn't either. confirming your thoughts, when you glance over at the man, he simply twitches an eyebrow upward in a playful manner.

"wha- really?" kise comments incredulously. "i sincerely doubt that."

"why?" you can't help but ask with a confused expression, furrowing your brows at him. it seems the rest of the table has settled into teir own conversation with the person or persons beside him, leaving you and kise to chat.

"well, i mean, you're pretty! i'd think people would've asked you out during the year," he admits a bit bashfully, rubbing a hand behind his neck. you think nothing of it, simply waving him off as being nice.

"you're too sweet," you sighing, flicking your hand downward. "besides, i've been too busy with work anyway so dates aren't really on my priority list."

"awh, c'mon really?" kise croons out, jutting out his lower lips. "what if i asked you out?"

"hm?" your brows furrow, full attention straying from the near empty plat of food in front of you to the blonde sitting beside you.

"would you go if i asked you out?" his tone is cheeky, warm, something you understand as a joke or a bit for you to play along with.

"very cheeky," you scoff out with an amused eye roll.

you don't catch the minuscule falter in kise's expression at your lack of awareness, but he quickly recovers when akashi across the table bids his attention, brining him into another conversation.

it isn't until the mini conversation is over that you feel burning into your temple, causing you to look up, only to meet the hard stare aomine's sending your way. your brows knit together in slight confusion, wondering how his expression could change so quickly from calm and lighthearted to seemingly pissed off.

you mouth out a 'you okay?' as to not draw attention to the whole table. you stomach only sinks when he's responds with nothing but a scoff into the bottle, turning his attention away from you and back to kagami in front of him.

the rest of dinner goes rather smoothly, minus aomine's deep frown, with only chatter about the nostalgia of your memories from college, high school and beyond.

"is he alright?" kagami murmurs to you as he helps you with your coat as you all gather to leave. "he seemed a little off toward the end of the night."

you give the taller man a pressed, yet clueless, smile. "no idea. i'll try to ask him about it." you glance over at him whose chin is dropped close to his chest as he stares rather pointedly at you, awaiting you near the front door. "and now he's getting impatient. i'll see you soon!"

you quickly bid your friends goodbye, hastily following aomine back to his car, since he'd dropped you off to the dinner in the first place.

the car ride home is excruciatingly quiet, only the radio and rumble of the car's gas filling your ears as aomine stares straight ahead at the road, tightly gripping the steering wheel.

"daiki-" you attempt to break the silence, but your voice falls in your throat. you shiver in your seat, bringing your thin jacket closer to you in hopes for more warmth. you can't tell if it's the car's cool temperature or aomine's cold aura that's freezing you.

at your movement, aomine slightly relaxes, nonchalantly bringing a hand to his car's controls and turning down the air condition.

"i'm sure kise was only being friendly," you quickly blurt, seizing the opportunity to speak when this is the first time he's so much as twitched since the two of you entered the car. that must be what it's about, right? "you know he's naturally like that."

like that, you say since you're too worried at striking a nerve for even so much as calling him flirty.

you can't tell if the man beside you likes or dislikes your answer anyway but his clenched jaw makes you think it's the latter.

you don't even know why he's so agitated by it; an old friend casually flirted with you, so what? it was in kise's character to be the friendly type and aomine's known him longer than you have; wouldn't he be more accustomed to that?

the man beside you only hums out in response, no acknowledgment in the form of a turn of his head or mere eye contact through side-eyes.

sure, you were close to aomine in more ways than one, but never did you think something as minor as a slight flirt from kise could get on his nerves. he's always been at least a little protective of you since you'd first met in college, steering you away from sleazes and guys he knew were no good. but as far as your concerned, kise's not one of those guys so why on earth is he so upset?

was it something you said?

maybe it had nothing to do with the fact that it was kise flirting with you but the fact that you accepted it? brushing and laughing it off giving him a hunch you liked the guy? that was far from the case but you could see the misunderstanding.

you grasp at another opportunity to speak to him when he parks in front of your apartment building, putting the car in park with the adjustment of his gearshift. quickly covering his hand with yours before he could pull away, you try again. "daiki," you start seriously, worry lacing your tone. "what is it?"

for the first time since you've left the restaurant, he turns to face you and looks at you. his stern expression, knitted brows and deep glare softens when he sees your wide, curious eyes and small frown.

god, he hates the way he's feeling. aomine never feels like this. never angry about some guy, much less some guy interacting with you.

"kise has a crush on you."

aomine's words come out stern and matter-of-fact, throwing you off guard. it's the first thing he's said for a while so that? that wasn't what you were expecting.

"he ... huh?" you attempt to blink away your confusion, batting your lashes at the man beside you quizzically.

it didn't help every face you made made you so damn cute either, aomine thinks as he pushes his tongue into the side of his cheek to keep from so much as smiling at your expression.

"kise," he tries again, raising a brow, "got the hots for you. 'heard him talking about it with tetsu."

your nose scrunches at his choice of words, internally scoffing at hots for you, but you choose to verbally disregard it.

"oh," you murmur, averting your eyes from his. "that's ... funny." you can't help but chuckle awkwardly, detesting the awkwardness settled in the air of aomine's car. the car's been in park for a while now, lights overhead since dimmed and the only light providing you a decent look at the man's facial expressions are from the ones lined up on the streets outside.

"funny?" aomine repeats, turning to you. "how so?"

swallowing the lump in your throat, you mumble out, "i just, don't like him like that. 'can't really."

"you can't..." aomine drawls off with a deadpanned tone, eyes squinting slightly as he tries to analyze your words.

"i can't when there's someone else..." you trail off, hiding the deep flush of your face by turning your whole body toward the passenger's side door, in hopes of escaping the car and bidding aomine a good night.

"hey." he gently grabs your forearm before you could push open the door. "look at me." you glance at yourself in the reflection of his tinted window, lips twisting into an embarrassed pout.

you crane your neck around to face him once more, only to raise a brow, feigning nonchalance. "thanks for the ride dai-"

"y/n." his tone makes you shut up immediately and your throat runs dry. "wanna elaborate on that?" he asks knowingly. it's a request you know, but his intonation clearly says that he'll receive your answer regardless.

"not really," you whisper out a little breathlessly. shit, is the car getting warmer or is it truly just the flush of your cheeks?

he simply raises a brow at you as you slouch in his leathered seats, somewhat defeated by his gaze on you.

"i think you should," he chuckles out dryly, bringing his other hand up to brush a strand of hair that fell in front of your face and tucks it behind your ear. instinctively, your head moves forward, further into the palm of his hand to which he gently rubs a thumb along the pad of your cheek.

"i think i shouldn't," you murmur out. your eyes don't stray from his while you lightly nibble at your lower lip. the air suddenly feels thick and you nearly shift in your shift to pull away from aomine's deep stare. for whatever reason, the hazy air has you drawing forward where you both meet just above the gearshift, making his hand slip up your jaw to the side of your neck.

"why not?" he murmurs out, his face so close to yours, his breath fans over your lips.

how do you not sound like a total dork in this intimate, smooth context saying, i think it's funny because it's not kise i like, it's you, my strictly platonic friends with benefits?

well, if you can't say it, might as well show it, right?

so, you inhale deeply before seizing your lips with his. you bring your hands around the dark necktie he's wearing, crinkling it between your fist and tugging him closer to you, deepening the kiss.

aomine immediately reciprocates, bringing your face between both of his large hands, tilting your head slightly. you can't tell if he's reciprocating because he understands your message or he's just so accustomed to kissing you like this; either way, you're not complaining.

it seems to get sloppier as more time passes, evident by your restlessness. you hum into his mouth, hands going up to grip at the short hands behind his ears, tugging slightly.

in one swift movement, he jerks his seat back, as far back as possible to allow more room, and greedily guides you over the console to plop you on his lap. your lips never separate, only to release a breathy chuckle at the squeak you make when your knee clumsily hits the top of the gearshift on your way over.

you settle your lower back against the bottom of the steering wheel, careful not to trigger the car horn, separating your face from his in order to reach for the buttons along the front of his shirt, having pulled off his tie already. aomine chases your lips anyway, leaning forward to press open-mouthed kisses along the side of your mouth, trailing down your jaw and neck.

"y'so pretty," he says, though it's muffled from his contact on your skin. "my pretty."

his hands grasp at your waist, pulling you flush against him now that you're finished unbuttoning his shirt, pressing you down firmer against his dress pants, unmistakably on the bulge that's his boner.

"shouldn't we go inside?" you mumble, quickly looking side to side, out the windows of his car in case of any onlookers.

"need you now." is all he answers, no inclination to let go of you anytime soon. "besides, tinted windows." he says, lightly knocking against the glass, easing your concerns. it's also rather late, so the chances of someone catching you - however that could happen - are relatively low.

he peels the flimsy lace straps straps of your dress, a short floral one aomine decides he likes, down your arms, no bother letting you pull out your arms. he pulls down the front of your dress, eliciting a gasp from you at his eagerness, freeing your breasts. whatever warm air you were mentally complaining about earlier must've been in your head because your nipples pebble nearly immediately.

he returns to your lips, hands drifting upward to cup and grab at your breasts, smiling against the kiss when you croon and sigh into his mouth.

your fingers tangle through his dark locks as he begins dipping his head lower and lower down your chest before reaching the valley between your breasts. he's particularly gentle with this area, placing chaste kisses along the domes, but he's merciless with your nipples. his fingers roll around one while his mouth latches the other, tongue swirling around the bud and teeth pulling at it, making you throw your neck back as breathy moans escape you.

you press down firmer against him as he gives the other nipple the same love, rolling your hips against his front, begging for any sort of friction between your clothed core and his.

receiving your message loud and clear, he detaches himself, forming a line of spit connecting your bud and his lips.

"daiki," you breathe out desperately. "i want you."

"yeah?" he asks, shuffling out of his dress shirt, now slightly sheer with sweat, allowing you a full view of his torso and upper body. your eyes ogle his arms, tan and toned, muscles of his biceps bulging as he holds you. your eyes drift to the tatted sleeve across his entire left arm, memories of all the times you've grasped and scratched ta it while he was under and over you in similar situations – well, maybe not so similar since this was the first time you've fucked in his car.

normally aomine would tease you, continuing to ask how bad you want him, but seeing you like this: glassy-eyed look, splayed out just for him in the dim lights of the streetlights outside his car; only he gets to see you like this.

and fuck, he loves that.

"'want you, too," he settles on, pressing his lips to yours once more, lifting you by the ass to hike up your dress up your hips where is bunches at your waist, meeting with the top of your dress. meanwhile, you busy yourself, blindly feeling around his crotch area for the button and zipper of his dress pants until finding them.

no wonder car sex is usually done in the back seat, you can't help but think as you watch aomine shove down his pants enough to allow enough room for his cock to spring free. there's hardly any room up here.

"y/n, you can't-"

"s'okay," you slur, leveling yourself over his standing cock, only pushing your panties, a pretty pink lacy pair you'd much rather save than risk getting ripped off, to the side, readying to lower yourself. "'need your dick."

"you're not prepped." aomine grunts when his head brushes over your entrance. "it'll hurt." he can't help but let worry seep into his tone, another indication that what he feels for you is beyond more than a fuck buddy relationship.

"it's okay," you repeat anyway, mind too foggy to back down. "just go slow."

aomine can't argue with that, not when you sound so firm and stubborn while literally hovering just over him. grasping at your hips, he aids you in sinking down on his dick, making him seethe at the tight fit.

your arms wrap around his broad shoulders, tucking your head into his neck, damp with sweat but your don't mind.

"i got you," aomine coos, rubbing your back soothingly. "just let me know when to move."

it's when he's caring like this, a stark contrast than how he shows off to other people, that gets your stomach doing somersaults and heart rate going erratic.

you don't know how long you're sat like that, eyes shut as you grow accustomed to the stretch of his dick, it could be seconds, minutes. after a small while, you lift your head from his shoulder. "okay, i'm good, you can start moving."

he simply nods down at you, eyes darkened, yet still showing that same fondness he usually has when you're this close and intimate, gently wiping some sweat on your forehead with the side of his hand before bringing it back to your hips. slowly, while gripping at your hips firmly, he lifts you up before dropping you back down, in addition to thrusting himself up into you.

soon enough, the only sounds heard in the car are the slapping of wet skin and the moans and guttural groans coming from the two of you. fog sticks to the glass of the car windows, darkening the lighting inside the car even further.

you use his shoulders as leverage while you bounce above him, meanwhile his teeth clash and glade along your throat, most likely littering love marks. his hands have slid down to your ass, squeezing and kneading at the fat of it as he guides you up and down his shaft.

"so good," you chant out, so often, it may be the only words you can say.

"made f'me," aomine grunts, speeding up his pace when he feels the knot in his stomach begin to tighten. "all for me."

"for... you," you affirm, mind foggier with lust than before. "only for you. all for you." you're babbling at this point, words you can't filter but not necessarily untrue.

"i'm close," he warns, making you nod profusely as if iterating you are, too. "you gonna cum? want you to cum 'round my cock."

"mhm, mhm!" you hum, losing yourself in his relentless pace.

it's a prior conversation that made aomine known to the fact that your on the pill, something you'd drilled into him the first night you slept together when he'd asked where he should release.

"you're so pretty like this, f'me. mine," he blurts, watching the area where your pussy meets his dick, disappearing and reappearing with every thrust.

"yours!"

"love this pussy." after some sloppy thrusts upwards, no doubt from him chasing his high, he lets out a deep groan, cock twitching inside you as warm ropes of cum paint your walls. "i love you."

aomine doesn't stop, however, with a new mission to let you finish. he continues to thrust into you, riding through his orgasm as he aids you in chasing yours. he bounces you up and down more firmly than before, focusing on pressure instead of speed. tears stream down your cheeks, mascara probably running under your eyes.

"c'mon baby, cum for me," he urges.

that seems to do the job because with one final jerk of his hips upward, you freeze above him, shaking as your orgasm takes over. your limp on his lip, muscles aching as a clearish-white ring of cum settles around the base of aomine's dick.

he carefully lifts you off his softened dick, plopping you on his thighs and continues to hold you close in his arms, warm hands gently rubbing at the flesh of your ass and hips where his probably brutal grip was. "you okay?"

you nod against him, bringing a hand up to trace absentmindedly along his chest. it isn't until you're clearer in the head that you've registered his words, shyly averting your gaze from his.

did he mean that? or was it an in the moment thing?

"dai," you murmur quietly.

"yeah?" he asks hoarsely, tilting his head down in attempt to meet your gaze.

"you um, said something before," you trail off, hoping you wouldn't have to outright repeat it in case it causes awkwardness within the small space of his car.

aomine knows exactly what you're talking about. although what he said was amidst being balls deep in you with nothing but you and his high on his mind, he was completely honest in saying them.

he could either run away from it, claiming it as a slip of the tongue accident that he didn't really mean in hopes of preserving your strict fuck buddy relationship, or he could risk it all; risk that you don't feel the same yet still come clean about his own feelings.

when it came to you, aomine has the urge to be nothing but truthful.

"i meant it," he answers seriously. "i know what we have is strictly physical but if i'm being honest i think i've loved you since college but i was too dumb or stubborn to admit it to myself."

you release a breath you don't realize you've been holding, finally gaining the courage to look up and face him.

he looks away from you this time, choosing to glance at the fogged up windows. "it's alright if you don't feel the same, just thought i'd-"

you don't let him continue beyond that, quickly pecking his lips to cut him off. when he averts his gaze back to you, your lips curl up into a small smile. "i love you, too."

he smiles at that, a genuine, happy one albeit tired from the prior engagement, and leans his forehead against yours. it's a moment before he mutters, "it's getting pretty sticky, right? we should head inside."

"yeah," you quickly agree, hastily fixing your dress to look the least bit presentable for anyone who may be in your apartment's lobby.

the two of you step out of the car, sighing in the much cooler night air contrasting aomine's car's warm, sex-ridden air. "and dai?" you ask as he shuts his car door.

"hm?"

"if you were just jealous of kise, y'coulda just said so." a knowing grin curls up your lips as you face aomine. he only deadpans at you for a mere moment before pressing a kiss to your temple with a low chuckle, hinting that whatever happened at dinner no longer concerns him.

ʚĭɞ reblogs and interaction always appreciated! ʚĭɞ

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toji-bunny-girl · 1 year

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KNB MASTERLIST ᥫ᭡

♱ Aomine Daiki

୨ thirst ୧

aomine and his tits

jealous over you

୨ headcanon ୧

him as a love trope

♱ Kagami Taiga

୨ thirst ୧

jealous over you

୨ headcanon ୧

him as a love trope

♱ Murasakibara Atsushi

୨ headcanon ୧

him as a love trope

୨ oneshot ୧

his pussy satisfaction — 17+

#knb x reader #aomine x reader #knb fluff #knb smut #kuroko no basuke x reader #kuroko no basket #kuroko’s basketball #kagami x reader #kagami taiga #aomine daiki #murasakibara x reader #murasakibara atsushi #kise ryōta #kise x reader #kuroko basketball #kuroko x reader #akashi seijuurou

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saintblk · 9 months

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someone send aomine thirsts !! i got crazy brainrot and i’m too tired to write a full fic

#꒰ slim’s simp list ꒱#aomine daiki x reader #aomine smut #knb aomine #knb x reader

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musings-and-moans · 2 years

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Shyna’s First Kinktober

when i first started writing in december 2021, never in my wildest fantasies did i imagine i’ll get to write my first kinktober list. i hope i get to finish all of them whenever possible <33

also, for those that submitted their requests for my milestone event, please be rest assured, the asks are still there and i will be working on them soon i promise <3

since all of these posts will be smutty and possibly dark content, i urge that minors, ageless blogs, blank blogs and p0rn bots do not interact with this post or any other posts <33 keep in mind, warnings will be given for each of the fics/drabbles/thirsts. if the kinks are highlighted in red, then these are my collab submissions and they’d be my first priority in terms of writing them.

the numbers mentioned on the side are tentative post dates, but i may not complete them all by the certain date, but surely within the month. also, i may add some surprise additions :D ALSO, some characters will be aged up, and I don’t want any backlash on this!

fandoms covered: attack on titan, jujutsu kaisen, haikyuu, jojo’s bizarre adventure, kuroko no basket, demon slayer, my hero academia, multiple (genshin impact, marvel, black clover)

(masterlist under the cut <;3) | main masterlist

1 - overstimulation + squirting - levi ackerman

2 - branding (hickeys) + creampie - kento nanami

4 - sensory deprivation - shota aizawa (blindfold with his scarf)

5 - femdom + mommy kink - tetsuro kuroo

7 - corruption kink + voice kink - jotaro kujo

8 - daddy kink - hajime iwaizumi (ft. tooru oikawa w/voyeurism)

10 - breeding - zeke yeager

11 - workplace + edging - jean kirstein

12 - shower sex - erwin smith

17 - body worship - stephen strange

18 - exhibitionism - ryouta kise

19 - surprise! - noriaki kakyoin

20 - cockwarming - kaeya alberich

22 - age gap - tengen uzui

23 - hand fetish - yoshikage kira

24 - size kink - yami sukehiro

25 - power play - satoru gojo

26 - intimate sex - kyojuro rengoku

28 - shibari - rohan kishibe

29 - phone sex - daiki aomine

31 - impact play - dabi

tagging so y’all would be in the know <3 : @munsonsins @romiyaro @mrskodzuken @cherrykamado @suguruenjoyer @portfolio-of-dreams @izukunii @kagejima @sanzucide @alterbubs @httphaitani @meowdarame @i4sgwr @rueren @milkyybuns @peachsayshi @25303 @discordkittenjoestar @ofallthingswhythis @mekiza @jordyn-degas @mxonigirimiya @fuwushiguro @ceo-of-daichi @tetsvrei @hyeque @satisfactooru @wakatshi @jellyluchi @mapesandoval @magthemage @spookysinner45 @theschneckenhouse

#kinktober #kinktober 2022 #kinktober masterlist #shyna’s 1st kinktober #attack on titan smut #jujustu kaisen smut #haikyuu smut #jjba smut #knb smut #demon slayer smut #my hero academia smut #genshin impact smut #marvel smut #tokyo revengers smut #black clover smut

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theanimeroom · 9 months

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GAZING AT THE ANIME ROOM…

meet blue:

baji’s favorite, takuya’s angel, kagami’s princess

enfp, twenty sum, black, she/her, animanga whore and connoisseur,

anime she watches:

blue lock, bleach, inuyasha, full metal alchemist, kuroko’s basketball, tokyo revengers, and more

things she likes:

food, clothes, astrology, a big paycheck, manjiro sano, keisuke baji, WAKASA WAKASA WAKASA, aomine daiki, shinji hirako, MANY other anime men, and being horny

things she doesn’t like:

fucking kisaki tetta, tomatoes, dirty things (like kisaki tetta), bad jokes, winter, male aquarius’ (huh… who would’ve thought…. KISAKI TETTA 🤨🤨🤨)

nsfw she does not accept (because the list is much shorter than what she does lol)

scat/pissplay, gun play, knife play, yeah that’s pretty much it lol anything else is free game really

blue accepts thirst asks ONLY. blue does not accept requests. blue does not accept any form of kink shaming, racism, sexism, or any other “-ism” you can conjure up (that includes phobics too y’all ain’t slick). blue’s content will consist of drabbles, random horny thoughts, and reblogs from her favorite writers

#introductions 🫶🏽💎#producers really said let’s make the worst character in human history #and created kisaki tetta #he’s lucky his ass is fine #hmph 😤#bleach smut #blue lock smut #eren yeager smut #baji keisuke smut #wakasa imaushi smut #tokyo revengers smut

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taiyakipress · 11 months

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✨Yaki's Selfship Boundaries✨

💜 Basic Boundaries:

People who judge or do not like yume/selfship, please DNI/block me. It is a huge part of who I am and what motivates me to make my art in the first place.

People who are not respectful of non-sharing yumes or are competitive/toxic are NOT welcome here. My account is open and welcoming to fellow selfshippers, so that is NOT to be tolerated.

💜 Main F/Os: Chibodee Crocket (Mobile Fighter G Gundam, main), Cody Travers (Street Fighter/Final Fight, second main)

Boundaries:

No sharing/doubles please! Includes thirsting as well (Cody has some, very few, exceptions, but Chibodee is a hard no). If you happen to find me and selfship with either, I recommend blocking me in advance 🙏💕

Please do not refer to any ships regarding these two to me (ChiboDomon, Chibodee/Shirley, Cody/Poison, CodyGuy, Cody/Juri << ESPECIALLY THIS ONE, etc.). I recommend blocking me in advance if you post/reblog content of these ships..! Cody/Jessica is the only exception.

❗ Disclaimer: I don't dislike/judge people thirsting/romantically loving/shipping them with others. I'd just rather not have it in my space as it makes me uncomfortable since they are very close to me personally. Thank you for understanding!

💜 Others (sharing is OK): Hyo Amano (The Last Blade), Gaeric (Pokemon Legends: Arceus), Beowulf (Skullgirls), Sin Kiske & Leo Whitefang (GG), Luke Sullivan, Yun Lee, Dan Hibiki, Birdie, Ed (all from Street Fighter), Joe Higashi (Fatal Fury/KOF), Haohmaru (KOF/Samurai Showdown), Leon S. Kennedy & Albert Wesker (RE), James Sunderland (Silent Hill), Vergil Sparda (DMC), Raihan (Pokemon Sw/Sh), Aomine Daiki (Kuroko's Basketball), Yuri (MegaloBox), Caiman (Dorohedoro), Char Aznable/Quattro Bajeena/Full Frontal, Kenneth Slegg, Gabriel Garcia & Degwin (all from Gundam), Senpai (Friday Night Funkin'), Patrick Bateman (American Psycho), John AKA The Homelander (The Boys), Trevor Belmont (Castlevania Netflix series), Zeus & Hermes (Blood of Zeus), Steven Grant (Moon Knight), Greaseball (Starlight Express)

Boundaries:

Please do not mention these ships: LukeJamie (mild), GuileNash, EdMenat, Vergil/RedLady, DO NOT FOLLOW UNDER ANY CIRCUMSTANCES IF YOU SHIP SPARDACEST!!

💜 Etc.

If you have any questions or want to clarify something with me please feel free to dm or comment! I'd be more than happy to answer 💕 Thank you so much for your patience and understanding! 🙋🏾‍♀️✨

#yaki selfship #sub-master post

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vespersposts · 2 years

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Wildchild [14]

Happy start of the month, everyone!🍂

Today I leave you with a transitional chapter of this story, which will soon take an interesting turn (or at least I hope so!).

🍲I would like to thank all those who read and honour me with their comments, they are very useful gifts to refine my skills and human contact is always enriching for me.🍲

I apologise for the slowness, unfortunately these are rather busy weeks in my other life.

I embrace you 🥧

V-

💣PS: I apologize in advance for any grammatical and/or spelling mistakes, English is not my first language (bear with me!).

"They're goldfish, I think " you smile at her, crossing the flaps of the light pastel-blue head and leaving her to fasten your belt, just as you did for her just before. You know Satsuki is happy, because her voice is sweet, she laughs often and hums to herself as she fixes your hair.

"Pink and blue, we're perfect!" she exclaims contentedly as she looks into the mirror that reflects your images. Your stomach hurts and you can't walk in traditional sandals, but as Tetsu rightly pointed out to you, you are good at dissimulating.

'You see? All together at the fair, like in the old days!" she tells you, squeezing you in a hug, before following you to your room and looking for her mobile phone to take some pictures.

Too bad that in the old days, the only person you spent fair nights with was Seijuro, with whom you carefully avoided talking, making one excuse after another.

"We should make it a tradition! Every year, no matter where we are, we could get together for the fair, wouldn't that be great?" she asks you and her eyes shine with such intense affection that you feel guilty.

"That might be an idea " you sketch, trying to ignore the fact that you couldn't bear to see what his life would be like without you, if only for one single night a year. Because he will move on at the speed of light: you know that in a few years he will have a partner who will manage to make him fall in love, become his wife and give him children. And he will be so happy with them, that you won't even remain a memory.

What a stomach ache.

Ten minutes and you will leave that house, ten minutes in which you walk hand in hand so as not to fall down the stairs, laughing with each other at every silly thing, but mostly at the excitement of that night, where your sweet friend has decided to give herself to her boyfriend.

"Do you think we should wait?" she asks you, noticing your sudden silence.

"I think you should do what you feel, without having pressure one way or the other. The more you think about it, the less the moment will be right" you explain to her, placing two glasses and a cool drink between you”. “ After all, the most important thing is your relationship and that thankfully is perfect" you smile at her again, taking a long sip.

"I just want him so badly" she sighs, cracking a smile because you've never seen Satsuki so serious , but you've never imagined Tetsu from that perspective either.

“Then maybe it's just the right time, but you'll have to confront him about it “ you smile at her, holding her hand, and suddenly her eyes drop.

She retrieves her phone, scrolls through the latest photos in the gallery and sighs.

"It won't happen again, right?" she asks you "We won't meet here again to tell each other our secrets " she ends, resting her face on her hand.

"Maybe during the holidays, but on the phone it will be even less awkward, you'll see" you smile at her.

"Not if you're going to tell me about Akashi" she replies immediately.

" I'm not going to talk to you about Seijuro" you promise her " I'm not going to talk to you about anyone for a while " you smile, finishing your drink and looking up into hers, because you already know where that talk is going to go.

"I miss my friend, the one who used to date Daichan " she tells you with a crack in her voice.

"I know Satsuki, but she was an idiot" you tell her, trying not to let your annoyance show.

"You were happy " she contradicts you.

"I wasn't happy, I was just obsessed with him" you specify, putting an end to any possible debate.

When you ring the doorbell at Mr. and Mrs Aomine's house and see Natsume's satisfied expression, all the discontent that the mere thought of the sight of their son generates in you disappears. You smile at the compliments, hug her and thank her, confiding that no one had ever given her a yukata, let alone sewn it with their own hands.

"I've been wanting to do that for a long time" she tells you as Shinichi also joins in the kitchen, and immediately invites you to go out into the garden to take some pictures of Satsuki and you in the sunset light, while waiting for the males who are apparently late.

"I want to see Tetsu!" your friend protests, posing for your photographer who explains how the two of them have been lounging around all afternoon, only to realise they're not ready.

"I knew I should have phoned!" she pouts and you hug her, because she is so cute in her obstinacy.

'Why don't the three of you take a picture? " Natsume proposes, taking the camera from her husband's hands and pushing him between you "Shin-chan, your colleagues will die of envy when they will see it!" she laughs, so happy to play with you.

She gives you directions on how to pose, then returns the lens to her husband and she too gets snapped with her young protégés.

"Look at those three wimps!" you suddenly hear his deep voice and shortly afterwards you see him, wearing a traditional midnight-blue suit and a wry smile on his lips.

"Come and take your pictures now!" his mother cuts him short, arranging you like the figurines of a shrine performance. Testu greets you with a warm smile, complimenting your elegance, and you thank him because you know he is actually thanking you for not letting Satsuki down. You are so pleasantly surprised at how much that boy cares for Momoi, how he seeks her out with his gaze, in a discreet, but ever-present way. You feel happy at the thought that your friend is living such a worthwhile story, because despite her unwavering good mood, these have been difficult years for her too. Satsuki and Tetsu finally together. You see their hands intertwine, their lips turn into a shy smile and then his voice ruins everything.

"Come on mum, this way it looks like Testu and Satsuki's wedding!" he laughs, resting his large hands on his friend's shoulders to simulate a sea monster attack.

"Mind your own business Daichan!" interjects the bride, moving Godzilla's hands away, starting yet another skirmish.

"Guys, stop it or we won't have any light left to take these pictures!" the voice of Shinichi picks them up, thanks to whom, you not only have a decent memory of that evening, but you also manage to arrive incredibly on time at the fair, since he gives you a lift in his car, to your great relief.

If Daiki had gotten the kindness gene from him, maybe you wouldn't be so uncomfortable now that you have to carefully watch where you put your feet, given the unsteadiness of your sandals, and since asking him for his arm to lean on, is especially out of the question.

"So where's your little boy?" he asks you and then calls back to his friend as well "Tetsu, you need to see this" he laughs, explaining in his own way what he thinks young Kenta would expect to get out of that evening.

Tetsu tightens his lips and is about to take his friend back, but you can defend yourself just fine.

"Aomine-kun, did you perhaps confuse Kenta's intentions with yours about Yoshiko?" you ask him, drawing his intense eyes.

"What would be wrong with that? " he downplays, just for the sake of provoking.

"Like you said, nothing if there was the intention and Kenta was at least of age" you smile at him.

"We weren't, and yet..." he reveals in front of your friends, returning your smile, and suddenly you feel uncomfortable, even though they knew all along.

" It was different " you try to close the conversation.

"Oh, was it, really?" he asks you in a tone so obnoxious that it closes your stomach.

" Cut it off, Aomine-kun!" you hear Tetsu's voice as he stands next to you, resting a hand on your back in sympathy, but it's too late not to feel the pain of that wound.

The only thing you know is that it will be your last.

You don't care if it hurts, you don't care if you can understand where that need for confrontation comes from, enough is enough.

You take a breath and hold his gaze.

"It's different because I had feelings" you admit "It's a talk we've already had, don't treat me like a lousy idiot" you conclude, receiving a long, livid look in response. The talk stops here, as the tuner's nephew arrives.

“ I was late to say hello to some classmates, sorry “ he quickly apologizes.

You smile and ask him if he feels like trying some typical food, because you have an upset stomach, but formally you're starving.

"What about some ikayaki ?" he asks you and you nod, inviting the others to the stall as well, already knowing that they will find an excuse to leave you alone, so that things can calm down. You ask for his arm and he blushes a little, guiding you carefully down the crowded path, letting you know, in his nonchalant way, that he finds you elegant and is happy to be there with you.

"Looking for the girl you like?" you ask him, seeing how his gaze wanders between the faces of the various groups of his peers crowding the main street.

He nods, picking up two trays of food, pointing at one group in particular, the same one that is moving towards you and among which you recognise the faces of the konbini gang, then there's her. You smile and see her frown. She is brunette, has full lips and a candy cane twirling nervously between her fingers.

This is going to be easy.

"Hey, Kenta's girl" one of the boys addresses you, making the others laugh and attracting the displeasure of some even more "You were prettier in a sundress" he says with a mischievous smile.

Your date stutters something, but is so embarrassed that you have to be the one to step in.

"What a boring guy you are... What a pity!" you huff "Girls like guys with imagination, don't we?" you ask Kenta��s personal favourite, who rolls her eyes and looks at you with a puzzled look.

"She's not my girlfriend" your chaperon finally blurts out, a direct communication in full voice, so far from his nature.

You smile, because you noticed the candyfloss girl's relief .

"In truth, I forced him to take me to the fair because I didn't want to wrong a friend but... I think I'll go home, those sandals are killing me, K! " you admit, officially crowning the young man as first knight.

"But I promised Aomine-kun..." he tries to counter, though part of him is tempted to join the little group of the girl of his dreams.

"Don't feel you owe him. He won't stay long, just long enough to get his girlfriend " you smile at him, finally releasing him from his commitment.

Now you must be a good girl and honour yours.

You look for a quiet, sheltered spot and dial his number.

You inhale and, despite everything, when you hear his voice you can't help but smile.

#knb #kuroko no basket #knb x reader #aomine daiki #the basketball which kuroko plays #aomine x reader #akashi seijuro #akashi x reader #aomine x you #knb fanfic #knb smut #knb thirst #vesperwrites #vesperdreams #vesperfairytales

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garoujo · 2 years

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i may have some lil sfw gojo drabbles coming soon . . . it’s been so long since i wrote for just him and all soft < 3

#ֹ ۪ ಮ — em rambles #and i actually do rly have an aomine thirst coming out tonight :’>#i’ve been thinking about it ALL DAY #the dialogue is already in my notes

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balladxrecs · 8 months

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MULTIPLE CHARACTERS !!

fic recs, kuroko’s basketball / kuroko no basket

disclaimer— none of the fics are my own works. authors will be credited・if you see any discrepancies please inform me so i can fix it asap・will not link a single profile / masterlist multiple times・all recs originally posted on tumblr unless stated otherwise

☁️ — fluff・❤️‍🩹 — angst; 💔 — hurt no comfort・🤭 — suggestive・🔥 — smut

⚠️ — dark content

. . .

[ HEADCANONS ]

first time 🔥・idylliceden

akashi, midorima, murasakibara, aomine, kise, kuroko, himuro

things that make them fall in love with you more ☁️・takatul

takao, aomine, kagami

wearing his jersey 🔥・ferg0s

aomine, akashi, murasakibara, midorima, kise, kuroko

[ DRABBLES ]

asking them for a baby ☁️🤭・kleftiko

aomine, murasakibara, takao, kise, akashi, kiyoshi, kuroko, kagami, midorima, kiyoshi

[ FICS ]

[ THIRSTS ]

[ SMAU / TEXTS ]

— writers, if you’d like to have your story / name removed, please just message me and let me know and i’ll get right on that

@ferg0s // @idylliceden // @kleftiko // @takatul

#knb #multiple characters

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the-masked-ram · 10 months

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Reaching for the Ceiling- Chapter One

CW: nsfw, horror, food shortages, scifi, semi-public sex, slow burn, oc cross dresses --- Chapter One: Hands On Darkness surrounded him, black filled with dots of light and pockets of milky white, dancing just at his fingertips. When Daiki bent down, allowing his board to drift, he could drag his hand through the nebula that he cut his way through. If he stretched up, his hands knocked down the drifting clumps of shimmering motes onto his body.

The silver stardust glittered starkly against the black and red of his suit, surfing always covered him in the platinum powder. Not exactly the cleanest sport, but Star Surfing was what Aomine lived for. The shine of the stars, the light of the moon, and the bright gleam of his plasma board beneath his feet; it all reshaped his entire world in these moments.

The deafening silence stretched on, only when he shifted his foot against the pedal for the thrusters did any noise manage to cut through. His pulse filled his ears as he glided through the left-over waves of pressure from the star that had burst. It hadn’t been a violent explosion, ending up as nothing more than a practice run for agility and technique.

For now, it was just him and the infinite expanse of space. That is until the annoyed voice of Momoi crackled through his com device and shattered his peace.

“Daiki! You aren’t supposed to be out without a spotter right now!”

He felt the answering sigh to the tips of his toes, “Ugh, c’mon. I needed a damned break. It’s too noisy in the station.”

“Get back inside, now!” she screeched, and he grumbled as his heel pressed down to kick the thrusters back on and his hand rotated the sail to catch the wave of movement.

“So annoying,” he huffed.

He hadn’t even found a good place for a nap recently. With the station in an uproar about the coming sports festival, he’d been shit out of luck with finding quiet inside. So, he’d taken to his fall back plan, solace in space even if it meant putting in effort.

Swirls of purple and pink grasped at his body as he cut through a cloud of nebular material to reach the others faster. The colony station loomed before him, comprised of glittering loops of metal and dark windows. It was large enough to house thousands of people but currently only a few hundred lived in it and it was the only home Daiki had ever known.

Each time he came back it felt strange, almost suffocating as he stepped aboard the container that led to the air lock. He kicked his board into stasis, and paused, glancing over his shoulder as he left the only place that he felt truly complete. It would have been too easy to stay out, stay until hunger gnawed too strongly at him, until thirst made his throat dry like sand, but that was asking for death in the stars. So, he came back when the others called him.

As the airlock closed behind him and gravity came back on, Daiki felt the pain radiate through his knee and his shoulder. Drawing in a hiss and squinting against it, he forced himself to walk straight, keeping his stroll lazy and loose, normal. Momoi couldn’t know he had aggravated his injuries again. He’d get an earful otherwise.

When the door lock opened to let Daiki into the station. He tapped the button of his helmet to retract the visor, immediately regretting it as he got a full face of Momoi’s fury. Her voice taking on the typical whining tone that meant she was annoyed.

“Aomine I swear to God, you know you aren’t supposed to be putting unnecessary stress on your body!” she fussed.

He dug around in his locker and rose a brow at her over his shoulder, “So annoying.”

He began to change, each movement slow and precise, trying not to wince as his shoulder and knee screamed. Sadly, he stumbled while changing his pants and then of course thanks to his dumb luck, his leg gave out in the process. The jar of the impact snapped his teeth together and cut into the soft skin of inner lip. A splash of iron burst against his tongue and he glared at the textured metal sheets beneath him, as if it was at fault for his poor decisions and failing body.

“Shit,” he growled.

“Daiki!” immediately the fear encroached on Momoi’s voice and the lecture ended.

He snarled, throwing out a hand to stop her from touching him, “I’m fine.”

He was lying, his teeth gritted harshly against each other as his knee screamed from the searing pain. With muscles jumping and twitching, Aomine had no hope of standing on his own.

“I’m going to get the doctor,” she whispered, fists pressed against her mouth.

He didn’t argue, he couldn’t in fear of biting his own tongue when a shock of agony traveled up his leg again. His hand scrabbled futilely against the titanium coating on the ground, and he groaned, a sound he felt tremble deep in the bones of his chest. Eventually his body gave out completely and he fell to the side, against the bench, gasping in shock when his shoulder took the brunt of the force.

“Well damn, today sucks,” he choked out.

At least he was finally going to get a nap, he mused as darkness flickered at the edge of his vision. ---- When he came to there was light flashing insistently in his eyes and something tapping his cheek. Daiki never wanted to bite something more in his life. Instead, he narrowed his gaze and let everything shift back into focus. A wisp of a thing sat in front of him, all sweet faced and brow furrowed with concern. Their body was tiny, short in stature and nothing quite leaning one gender or the other.

“Can ya stop with the light already, fuck,” he snarled, lifting a heavy hand to push away the glaring white blob in his face.

“Sorry,” she said, tucking the pen light away. “Had to check you pupils, concussions and all that jazz. Can you tell me your name? What Station you are on?”

She blinked slowly, and Aomine sighed as he shifted his weight, “Aomine Daiki, Station number 112 of the Helix group.”

She tilted her head, “Hm ok, seems like most everything is in working order cognitively.”

“Question is why are you here? You’re not the doc I usually see,” Aomine’s eyes narrowed suspiciously.

The smile that spread across her face was bright, “I’m just helping give the physicals to all the competitors, I happened to be free when Momoi came in. Name’s Astin Messere, nice to meet you. Now do you think you can walk, or do you need some help getting to the infirmary?”

Daiki balked, “Why do I need to go to the infirmary?”

Momoi piped up then as the doctor sat back, “Because you passed out? And seem to be in pain.”

“Nah I’m fi- Ow what the fuck!” Aomine twisted in away from the probing fingers of Astin as she frowned deeper and shook her head.

“Infirmary, now,” even with the way her voice dropped and the annoyance clearly in her eyes, Aomine had ever desire to stick out his tongue. --- @crowned-peony

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#aomine x fem oc #afab oc #fanfiction #knb #kuroko no basket

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