#Makoto hanamiya

[shintaru]

Knb | cuddling head canons

Pt.1, pt.2, pt.3, pt.5

Seijūrō Akashi ~

Likes laying on your chest listening to your heart beat to calm himself down

Loves when you sit beside him and play with his hair

Will suggest that you cuddle if either one of you is cold

Let’s you lay in his lap when he studies

Won’t tell you he wants to cuddle at first but you’ll pick up on small signs that he wants to cuddle. Once you’ve been together for a while he will tell you.

Reo Mibuchi ~

Likes when you wrap your arms around his waist

Loves letting you wear his clothes to bed, will comment on the fact that you now smell like his cologne

Will let you sit on his lap while you both study games

Let’s you play with his hair when he lays on your chest

wants to cuddle anytime he isn’t busy

Makoto Hanamiya ~

Will only cuddle with you because you won’t stop asking and because he can tease you

I feel like he’d try to cop a feel

Will watch basketball games while laying behind/on you

Secretly loves when you sit on his lap and lay against his chest

Probably the small spoon because he’d refuse to admit he likes cuddling with you so you’d have to be the big spoon

Kotarō Hayama ~

Loves cuddling with you after practice

Likes using you as a pillow

Will tickle you at random times to get a reaction from you. Sometimes he bites you playfully😭

Let’s you wear his basketball jacket

Wants to cuddle 24/7

Katsunori Harasawa ~

Likes to relax in your arms after a long day at work

Loves showering with you after work & sleeping with his arms around your waist

Will rub circles on your back

Let’s you play with his hair when you sleep over

Likes being the big spoon and burying his face in the crook of your neck

dedicated to @cozyunderworld

[brie-draws]

Me and my boyfriend saw you from across the court. We're going to kill you. [Imayoshi and Hanamiya from Kuroko no Basuke]

[albertowesket]

Jun​ Fukuyama​ and​ my​ favourite​ his​ characters​

[baka-kaga]

Warnings: blowjobs, Hana being mean but what else is new, reader does have hair but just bc I wanted to write a specific scene

“Surely you can do better than that, can’t you pet?”

Hanamiya stares down at you with a mocking glare, a smirk playing on his lips with one hand petting the top of your head. His other hand rests lazily on his lap, drumming his fingers lightly while watching, scrutinizing your every move.

“I know you can take it all.”

He suddenly grabs a fistful of your hair, pulling at your roots before forcing your mouth back onto his cock. He shoves you until your nose is smushed against his pelvis, his course pubic hair tickling your skin and making you inhale his musky scent.

Tears spring immediately and your hands fly to the tops of his thighs, pinching him harshly but he only laughs.

His face relaxes, lips parting and eyes fluttering when he feels your throat constrict around him. He keeps holding you there, hips bucking shallowly despite how much you’re drooling and struggling to breathe.

“Oh fuck, that’s it. That’s it.” He grunts.

He finally releases you and yanks you back, his dick slipping out with a wet and sloppy pop. You cough and gasp for air, thick strands of saliva still connecting you to him.

“See? Wasn’t that much better?”

You swallow in a poor attempt to soothe your throat but Hanamiya doesn’t care since he now grabs the sides of your jaw and squeezes hard.

“Answer me, pet.”

The pain from his grab makes you cry, your tears slipping down your cheeks and over his thumbs.

“Y-yes, Makoto.”

He hums in satisfaction and swipes his thumb across your bottom lip before inserting it and pressing down on your tongue. Drool pools at a rapid pace and soaks his digit, and you try to tug away but he keeps you firmly in place.

“Now be a good pet and do it again.” He lets you go but not without a light slap to your cheek.

“This time without my help.”

[pillow-anime-talk]

big tiddy goth girlfriend.

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

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

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

author’s note: hahaha i love this request! 

— MAKOTO

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

— SHINJI

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

— YUKIO

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

— SHINTAROU

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

— JUNPEI

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

— RYOUTA

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

— KOUJI

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

— TETSUYA

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

— NASH

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

— AOMINE

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

[wsknbfanaccnt]

i actually love hanamiya so much yall omg

[ravenna222]

Weaving the web

Hanamiya Makoto x Fem!Reader

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Ayame huh.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

No, he didn't.

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

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

"Fuck off Hanamiya."

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

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

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

"You bastard! How dare you-!"

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

"Not gonna lie, I did miss this."

"Fuck you. Get off me you bastard!"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[angelsdevils]

October 3, 2024 - Makoto Hanamiya (KNB)

Makoto Hanamiya Kuroko’s Basketball Warning: Supernatural themes, public sex, non-consensual, kidnapping, sacrifice Tag List: @reiners-milkbiddies @useless-potatho

October 3, and the sun was setting behind the trees. It was chilly, and your sharp breaths filled the air around you. You were lost in a corn field, and no one has came to find you. It was a maze and normally if someone couldn’t get out the security guards would come and find them, but that wasn’t the case. You had been stuck in these fields since this afternoon and it was already getting dark. It was silent, showing that everyone had went home for the day. 

This didn’t help your anxiety, your heart was racing, blood rushing in your ears. The sound of crunching leaves could be heard from behind you. Your wanted to cry in relief when you turned around. 

“Hello? I am over here, I am lost…” You called out, hoping to get the security guard’s attention. But it was silent, no response. Which was odd because you could hear the rustling, behind the corn. 

“Hello?” You asked a bit unsure now, you wanted to walk closer but something told you to run. Your survival instinct is what told you to run. The rustling started to get closer, and you no longer felt relieved. You slowly began to back away from, fear nipping at your heart. The shadows cast by the setting sun did not make this any more fun. In fact it made this corn maze even more scary. 

A distant, mocking laughter broke through the stillness. You looked around, the laughing sent chills that implanted themselves in your bones. That laughter wasn’t human at all. You don’t know who it was or what it was but you realized you weren’t safe. 

You began to run in any direction away from the rustling sounds of the corn, but a deep, cruel voice that was filled with twisted pleasure filled the corn maze. 

“Run, run, little mouse,” his voice purred from somewhere behind. You continued to run, taking different twists and turns trying to get away, but no matter where you ran it felt like it was right behind you. “If I catch you, little mouse, I fuck you.” 

Your legs burned from sprinting, your lungs began to scream for air, but you knew you had to keep going. The fear that filled your entire being was your motivation. Every turn to see to lead you deeper into the maze, and not closer to the exit. The maze stretched on suffocating and endless, like it was designed to trap you. 

Suddenly, a gust of wind blew through the corn, bending the stalks. It carried a faint scent of smoke and sulfur. Whatever was chasing you, was near. You could feel his presence and it was suffocating. You let a quiet sob out as you tripped around the corner, and to your horror, it was a dead end. 

“Little mouse…. why do you bother to run?” His voice taunted, and you covered your mouth backing up against the dead end. On the other end, stood in front of you was your classmate from school… Hanamiya Makoto, but his voice was much more sinister and you almost didn’t recognize him. 

“Found you…”

“H-Hanamiya, please… Stop, you are scaring me,” you said, your voice broke. He laughed, moving closer to you. He didn’t try and hide the fact he was enjoying this chase. 

“That’s point, you are mine now.” 

You shook your head, begging for him to stop but he was soon behind you. He had one hand on your waist, and the other on your arm, to prevent you from moving. He moved fast, inhumanly possible.

“You are mine, they offered you up to me.”

“W-What?” 

His nose traced along your neck, inhaling your scent. 

“To stop me from terrorizing the people of this town, they always leave one person here they deem worthy as a sacrifice, and I make them mine. You, little mouse, have been chosen.” 

He nibbled on your neck, and you struggled shaking your head.

“W-What but that’s impossible, wouldn’t people know it’s you? We go to the same school…”

He chuckled darkly, and turned you around to face him. He began to take form of his true self. Your heart felt like it stopped beating, he grew horns on top of his head, wings sprouted from his back. and his hands soon turned into claws. You backed away, but ended up falling in shock. 

He smirked down at you, and leaned his face down close to yours. 

“I am going to keep you alive don’t worry little mouse, you will be my little play thing. That’s all.”

You shook your head, tears filling your eyes. You started to back but Hanamiya grabbed your ankles with his claw like hands, pulling you closer to him. You cried out in surprise as he began to tear your clothes off of your body.

You let out a scream, but no one heard you since the corn field maze was away from society. You struggled against Hanamiya but he held you down, pinning your hands above your head, he leaned down, licking the side of your face. 

Tears streamed down your face as he grind against you, being in his demonic form, only made it that more terrifying. He rubbed his cock along your folds, before thrusting deep inside you. 

“Don’t resist, little mouse…” he growled, his voice was low, sending chills down your spine. “You are mine…” 

You squeezed your eyes shut , trying to block out the horror of what was happening. But Hanamiya wouldn’t let you go. He thrust deep inside you, his demonic presence made the act even more terrifying. You screamed, trying to push him away, but his weight held you down, making you stay still.

“You have a sweet voice,” he purred, he was thrusting his cock in and out of you with a brutal force. “You are definitely my favorite.” 

Your body ached with pain, but he didn’t slow down. He spread your legs wider. allowing him to go much deeper. His claws was digging into your flesh. Every thrust created a squelch, a reminder of your helplessness. Your body was starting to betray you, the natural response of you getting wet with each thrust. 

“Look at me, little mouse,” he commanded, his voice was filled a dark delight. “I want to see your pretty face, as I claim you as mine.” 

Having no choice, you opened your eyes, meeting his gaze that was so dark. His grin widened, as he leaned down and captured your lips in a passionate kiss. He pulled back, his eyes gleaming with a dark satisfaction as he saw the tears rolling down your face. 

Moans were forced past your lips, and you arched your back, whimpering softly. 

“Please, stop…” you sobbed out, your voice was breaking. He was so close to breaking you down the way he wanted to.

“No, you are mine. You will learn to enjoy it,” he leaned down biting your neck. You gasped, your eyes widening as he drew blood from your neck. 

As if a drug, you felt your body heat up and you gasped. It was hot so hot, a fire was burning in the pit of your stomach. You trembled beneath him, as he began to thrust faster, harder inside you. He kept his teeth inside your neck, going at a surreal pace that had you starting to see stars.

It was like you had taken a aphrodisiac which caused you to feel the pleasure instead of the pain that you felt before. It didn’t take long before came, shaking under him. He released inside of you.

“Mine, forever.”

You sobbed softly, your body still felt hot, the release wasn’t enough, and he knew that. 

“Get ready for round two,” he purred. His cock was already hardening inside of you again, causing you to whimper. 

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[19silvermirrors]

Rice fields forever💚

[misrepresentedmorallygrey]

PROPAGANDA

Talia al Ghul

GRANT MORRISON YOU WILL NEVER SEE THE LIGHT OF HEAVEN FOR CONVINCING PEOPLE THAT TALIA WOULD BE A BAD MOM WITH GENOCIDAL AMBITIONS YOU DUMB FUCK. She did nothing wrong I hate you racist retcons. Son of the demon origin truthers RISE

Makoto Hanamiya

If you scroll down to comments on the Kuroko no Basuke wiki entry for Hanamiya, you'll see automatically that people do not like it when you like Hanamiya. I started on tumblr with KnB and Hanamiya is my profile picture. He's my favorite character. Ooh, people don't like that. We've had discussions about him. Because of his grueling and blatantly cruel way of playing basketball, where he goes out of his way to physically injure star players on the court—in front of the referees no less, he is probably the most hated character in the series. I practically wrote a treatise on him a few years back, someone had said that Hanamiya was way worse than another "villain" character, Haizaki. I argued that Hanamiya was the better person of the two. Hanamiya is 100% an asshole and he 100% maims people for fun. He is not a good person by any stretch of the imagination. However, he is redeemable. Haizaki physically assaults women and by reading the wiki entry on him, one can surmise that off-screen/off-page, he rapes girls and women—frequently. Hanamiya, from what we can see and glean from the wiki, has never harmed a female. Not once. That's a line even he won't cross. He also doesn't abuse his teammates, at all. He's on a first-name basis with one of them. Just like with Arlong in One Piece, Hanamiya went after a character connected to the main group, and that made him evil incarnate in people's eyes. The fandom is volatile to people who like Hanamiya or any of his pals. We get mocked and harassed for it. If you allow the Anon function, you get some pretty nasty stuff sent to you. Those same people, who loathe Hanamiya, practically worship Haizaki. Haizaki who on screen, canonically, picked a woman up BY HER THROAT. He uses and abuses women, he feels entitled to do so, he canonically abuses his own teammates and coach. He's a monster but the fans love him and hold him over Hanamiya and the fans who like Hanamiya. That's why Hanamiya is misrepresented by fans. Yeah, he is an asshole who goes out of his way to do bad things. But he's less of an asshole than Haizaki. Haizaki is a felonius woman-beater and possible rapist. Hanamiya deserves better and the fans deserve to be treated better, because Haizaki is so much worse and doesn't deserve his golden pedestal.

[undersero]

Bee!! hi bby

i was wondering if you’d like to indulge me on how Akashi, Kise, and Hanamiya from KNB would handle a “there’s only bed” type of situation? especially if it’s pre relationship and they’re into you but you don’t know that yet ! >.> hehe thank you ! 💕

Gray no one makes me feral for Hanamiya like you do lololol I am a monster that u created

Divider by @/cafekitsune

Akashi, The Gentleman

Without a doubt, Akashi would semi-successfully push his feelings for you aside and attempt chivalry. He will offer the bed to you and have a backup plan for himself in mind. I think mostly, he wouldn’t want to overstep the bounds of the friendship you already have, and would be careful to not let his feelings for you cloud his better judgement and your comfort.

And you… well. I don’t think you’d want to force him to sleep on the floor. You’d reason to yourself and to him that there’s plenty of room for you both, that there’s no worry about close proximity making things feel weird. And you’d believe it until you feel the sheets moving with each breath he takes and feel the warmth radiating from his body so strongly that you swear it burns your skin.

Akashi is all you can smell and hear and feel and see. He’s a foot away from you and still overhauling your senses. Under his cloud, you reason: it’s kind of cold. Surely it wouldn’t be a big deal if you closed the distance. Right. He can’t be upset with you. Right? Right.

Right?

Without taking the time to talk yourself out of it, you press yourself against him and to your absolute shock, surprise, and excitement, he wraps his arm around you comfortably and tucks you into his side. He squeezes your arm, almost like a silent question: is this okay?

Your response comes in the form of nuzzling closer to him and making yourself comfortable: yes.

Hanamiya, The Menace

Listen. I hate him so much (no I don’t). He sprawls out in the bed and takes great pains to ignore you for a few minutes before his eyes slyly slide over to you and he quirks his brow with a smirk on his lips and says something like:

“You gonna lay down or stand there?” And when you make a face at him, trying to hide the reaction his words have on your body, his smirk grows and his eyes glint with mischief and he says, “don’t give me that look, darlin’.”

Your heart is hammering in your chest and your face feels hot because really he’s so fucking annoying and irritation sparks in your veins but it isn’t really because he’s so insufferable, and you know that- you know the irritation is jolting you because you like it and you like him and you like when he fucks with you and it makes you feel soft and gooey and hot like lava.

You try to avoid him. Really, you do. But the way he’s sprawled out makes it impossible to not be against his body somehow, so you settle with your back facing him, curled onto your side in the space between his arm and leg, spread wide like a starfish. Your head isn’t even on a pillow.

The closeness is so much for you. You swear you feel his eyes on you, raking over your skin inch by inch.

And then he starts touching you. It’s almost timid at first and you try to ignore the way his forearm fucks up your hair, feigning sleep with all your might, but you can’t ignore it anymore when you feel his weight shift as he rolls toward you, other hand sliding onto your thigh.

He takes your stillness as permission. And he wraps his arm firmly around your waist and pulls your back to his chest, fully enveloping you in his embrace. There’s no escaping him now. You wiggle a bit, trying to see how tightly he’s got you, when he pulls you right back.

“Stop moving,” he mumbles, eyes closed but fully awake, “I’m sleeping.”

And he wraps his leg up and over both of yours and there’s no hope for you to move.

Kise, The Flirt

He doesn’t even try to hide the fact that he’s thrilled. Kise looks at you, eyes gleaming and warm with a big smile on his face and coos your little nickname and says, “isn’t it wonderful we get to spend the night together?”

You hate how his words clearly mean multiple things. And on cue, you feel warm and bashful as the meaning of his words wash over you. Honestly, it’s rude.

“Watch it, or you’ll sleep on the floor.”

He gasps, dramatically resting his hand on his chest as his eyes grow wide with disbelief and betrayal.

“You would make me sleep on the floor!?” He covers his face as your nickname rolls off his lips once more, “how could you?”

Like always, his performance has you fighting a grin, trying to bite and swallow it down but ultimately losing that battle as it pulls at your lips. He peeks at you with one eye before covering it once more with his hand.

“Oh, the humanity!” He cries, flopping on the bed.

And now, you’re laughing, dropping your bag by the foot of the bed and crawling up too, enticed by his playful nature.

“Calm down, drama queen, I won’t make you do that.”

Instantly, he brightens, sitting up and pulling your hands into his, allowing his fingers to close over yours with ease, dwarfing them.

“You’re so kind and so good,” he praises, bowing his head and pressing his forehead to your joined hands to show his gratitude.

But then his eyes change, and they grow sly and he smirks at you with a quirked brow and speaks.

“I can think of several ways to return the favor of your generosity. Let me show you.”

[shintaru]

Pov: waiting for a new hot character & your favorite underrated or fandom most hated character to get fan fics

Deciding to write the fics yourself:

[jasminelyoko57]

TL: "I can't stop laughing knowing the fact that Rei and Nagisa has the same HK VA - Eddie Li Chun-yin.

Because a scene in EP 23, where Ritsu chats with Nagisa, I'm like: 'Wait, why's Nagisa's voice... Is he being possessed by Rei or what--- WAIT, THEY HAVE THE SAME VA.'"

Sir also voices Jonathan and Hanamiya :D

His voice sample as Ah-Ling (阿零)/Rei in Enstars anime official Cantonese dub! Finally I managed to got the sounds in the vid (bcs all this time, no sound come out 😭)

Ensemble Stars! (偶像夢幻祭)

Created by Happy Elements K. K. (Cacalia Studio)

Cantonese dub by TVB J2 Hong Kong (2021)

[anime-freek]

[neuromantis]

when i think about hanamiya makoto, i think what i respect most is the sheer pragmaticism.

like oh, you entered a field of high school basketball players who seemingly have superpowers? well if you break their legs... what type of superpower is gonna help them?

[wsknbfanaccnt]

Can you do the mental health one for Hanamiya? 👉👈

OKAY NORMALLY I WOULD REFUSE BECAUSE I ONLY DO REQUESTS FOR THE GOM+KAGAMI

but honestly this was so interesting to think about I can't resist so here we go

Hanamiya Mental Disorder

TW!!: mentions of sadism, self harm, mental illness, substance abuse

Antisocial Personality Disorder (ASPD) + Sociopathy

though Hanamiya is a little bitch, I can't imagine that he doesn't struggle with his disorder sometimes

I don't mean that he is a straight up sociopath either, it's more like ASPD with traces of sociopathy

so I say this because the one big trait of his is doing everything for his enjoyment regardless of how it might affect others

it's not clear if he does this outside of basketball, but I know for a fact that he's not a complete asshole

like for example he wouldn't kick a baby just for the fun of it

but he does have sadistic tendencies

not necessarily sexual either (tho he probably is like that in bed anyways) but just something about seeing pure despair in someone just lights a fire in him

I say Sociopathy because despite everything, he's incredibly intelligent and charming

that's the thing, he can be charming if he wants to and he's fucking amazing at it

when something doesn't go his way, he's the type to blame others for it, manipulating the truth and gaslighting everyone

and unfortunately he's also good at it, and people will believe him

he definitely will also get violent if he isn't satisfied with something, he'd probably pick a fight/hurt others or throw shit around and destroy his surroundings

but sometimes that isn't enough

I think he definitely self harms because of that, he needs to be satisfied one way or another and if he can't get that by being violent to others, he'll do it to himself

but he does so out of anger, and he rarely does it

discovered marijuana after high school and became addicted

it's not clear in the anime, but I think Hanamiya and Imayoshi would get along the most (despite Hanamiya hating Imayoshi lmfao)

they just relate to each other in ways that others dont

so in turn it's a weird friendship

even if Imayoshi is a bitch, Hanamiya had always found some comfort in Imayoshi's presence

tho he's never vulnerable with anyone, there's just a silent mutual understanding between the two

it's not a deep understanding, but they just get it ykwim?

he struggles with in the way that he has kind of a weird perception of himself, knowing that he is a genius but also trying to prove it to himself and others

the amount of manipulation he does would lead to some amounts of paranoia, needing to be in control of the situation 24/7

I honestly am not too sure if he would necessarily "struggle" with making connections since that would kinda require him wanting to make connections

but he does struggle in the sense that he can't empathize with people and he's blunt, always taking the easy way out since he doesn't care about others

since he deems himself superior to others, he has a fragile sense of self and crumbles if he feels out of control

occasionally experiences derealization