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[passionateuchiha]

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[dira333]

The best hugger in town - Aomine Daiki x Reader

for @shoulmate

“Tetsu-kun gives the best hugs,” Satsuki points out.

“I disagree,” you tell her calmly, not looking up from your book.

“But-!”

“Uhuh,” you shake your head, not losing your spot. “You’re just saying that because you’re into him. But as someone who’s not biased, I give him a five out of ten. He’s straight middle field.”

On your right, Daiki snorts under his breath. You lose your spot, furrowing your brows as you try to find it again. What sentence were you reading again?

“But-” Satsuki’s looking for the right words. “Wait, wait… what about the others then? I bet he’s better at hugging as the rest. Right?”

“He’s better than Midorima,” you agree, your brows relaxing. “He’s way too stiff.”

“When did you hug Midorima?” Daiki asks, turning. His left foot knocks against yours, throwing you off your spot in the page yet again. With a huff, you close your book. It’s no use, it seems.

“A few months ago,” you recall. “Appartenly Oha Asa called for it.”

“Bullshit,” Daiki spits out, sitting up straighter. “I bet he just wanted to know how it feels like and he’s too afraid of Satsuki to ask her.”

“Maybe.” You shrug. “But I give him a three out of ten.”

“See,” Satsuki nods. “Tetsu-kun’s hugs are better than-”

“Sorry,” you interrupt her again, your whole focus on her now. “But don’t forget about Kise. And Murasakibara. Or Akashi.”

Daiki’s glaring holes into your head as Satsuki’s face falls.

“Don’t tell me,” she starts, cutting herself off as you nod.

“Kise gets a seven out of ten. He’s too eager and too careless at the same time. He hit my chin with his shoulder. I almost lost a tooth to it.”

“And Mursakibara?”

“Eight.” You nod solemnly. “I would have bumped it up if not for the fact that he left crumbs in my hair. He’s really warm. And tall.”

Daiki’s turned rigid. Satsuki must have noticed, but she keeps on asking.

“And Akashi?”

“It’s Akashi,” you tell her simply. “He’s perfect.”

“A ten?” Daiki asks, his voice doing something weird. 

“Oh, no. He’s a nine.” You shake your head, biting your tongue. “I am into taller guys, you know.”

Satsuki huffs and leans back, missing the way Daiki’s eyes widen. But you don’t miss it. You’ve been looking for it.

His shoe knocks against yours. You knock back.

“Doesn’t matter,” Satsuki declares, oblivious to what’s going on around her. “Tetsu-kun’s the best hugger to me.”

“You should tell him that,” you offer and she nods, getting up.

“You’re totally right. I’m going to tell him right now.”

Maybe you should have pointed out that she still needed to pay her drink, but you don’t really mind her leaving early. After all, a warm hand has grabbed yours under the table, rubbing anxious circles into your skin.

Daiki’s not saying it. So you don’t mention it either.

-

Eventually he pays, pulls you up by your hand and stuffs your book into his bag, knowing full well your purse can’t contain the monstrosity of a book you’ve decided to read this week.

You’re halfway down the road when he speaks up again.

“So…”

“So?”

“What’s my rating?”

“Do I really have to tell you that?” You ask, “Mr. No one can beat me but me?”

“Heh,” he grins, his confidence shining through. “Don’t tell me I’m a ten out of ten.”

“I don’t think I could possibly rate you,” you admit. “I’m pretty biased, after all.”

Daiki pouts. “Come on. You can’t just rate everyone and not me. Also, how did you get to hug so many of us?”

“I just asked. Most people don’t mind a hug.”

“You… You asked? You asked Akashi if you could hug him?”

“Well, Akashi was a little different. I told him I was in love with you. He hugged me as a kind of consolation. I think he wanted me to do better.”

Daiki’s face is frozen in a mix of bewilderment and indignation as you laugh.

“What do you mean, do better? How could you do better than me?”

You snort. “Oh, Daiki, you’re so full of yourself.”

“Deserved.”

“You lost to Tetsu! Again. And Kagami, cause, you know, they’re both on the same team.”

“No way in hell is Kagami better for you than I am! Does he even read?”

You swing your joined hands up and kiss the back of his, reveling in the way his eyes widen. Even though he doesn’t blush, the signs are always there, you just have to look for them.

“Easy there, tiger. I already love you.”

“You better.” He grumbles, before looking both ways and pulling you down a beaten path into a park, past swingsets, and a Basketball court.

“Where are we going?”

“Somewhere private,” he tells you over his shoulder, turning left and stopping just short of a group of trees, falling into a slower walk.

“Are you going to murder me now?” You joke. “For hugging Akashi?”

“I should, shouldn’t I? Hugging him before you hugged me.”

“You could have hugged me whenever,” you tell him, “All you needed to do was ask.”

“What? Like, can I hug you?”

“Sure,” you step closer and wrap your arms around him.

For a second, he’s tense, as if you caught him by surprise.

But then, just like always, he softens.

For someone so tall and so full of raw power, Daiki can melt into your embrace in seconds, sinking into your hold while keeping you safe at the same time.

If you would have to describe it, you wouldn’t have words. 

He’s incredibly warm, his heat present even through the jacket he’s wearing. 

His head sinks against your shoulder, his nose sniffing at your neck.

“What are you doing?” You giggle, curling your fingertips into his shoulders. 

“You smell really good,” he drawls out, as if he’s not the one who buys expensive Cologne, who’s probably the best smelling out of all his friends - well, except Akashi maybe, but his Cologne isn’t really your type.

“Next time, when Satsuki asks,” he points out, voice low and gravely, “tell her I’m the best hugger.”

“She won’t believe me.”

“Don’t care.” His lips brush against your skin and you shiver. “I need to hear you say it.”

“You’re so cocky.”

He pulls on a strand of your hair, swaying you from left to right.

You’re not getting out of here anytime soon.

Not that you’re complaining.

-

“Ah, come here.” Kagami leans down for a hug, pulling you in before you have time to complain. He’s tall and broad, but just like Kise, he doesn’t account for the difference in size, knocking your head back with his shoulder.

“Ouch,” you say, sensing Daiki’s laughter before you hear it.

“Not a ten out of ten,” he jokes, pulling you to his side. Quieter, he whispers “No one can beat me but you.”

[passionateuchiha]

😮‍💨💖 Such fluffff!!

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“i don’t even want nail polish!” he said with an annoyed face.

“okay? i won’t force you.” you replied with a straight face.

“…”

“…”

“can you do it black?”

haitani rindou, baji keisuke, hanma shuji, sano manjiro, scaramouche, xiao, kageyama tobio, iwaizumi hajime, aomine daiki, murasakibara atsushi, kagami taiga

[passionateuchiha]

This

[passionateuchiha]

Lately I have started Kuroko no basketball 🏀 and guess what!!! Here I am back! Serching for Aomine fanfics

Aomine!!

HOT

TOO HOT

Voting ended onSep 15, 2024

[cloeis]

ok but lazy makeouts with suna?? you and rin are sitting together and so close that suddenly you're kissing and rin doesn't even remember who started it because all he can think about is how pretty your sighs are and how sweet you tastes.. and then he's pulling you up onto his lap and running his hands down the curve of your back and your fingers are in his hair and your body is pressed up against him and all he want to do is stay there forever, kissing and worshipping you that makes your head spin.

[passionateuchiha]

Lazy makeouts please!

[cartoonpanic]

Ippo is on Netflix to celebrate have this very detailed animation I made (:

[passionateuchiha]

This so very DETAILED animation got me through yesterday and it deserves the love!

[passionateuchiha]

I just hope I pass the exam I just attempted. Passing marks is all I am asking for !

[passionateuchiha]

Hi! I hope y'all are doing good.

Istg everyone around me is testing my patience and I'm on the edge of writing all their names in my book!

[incorrectkakagaiquotes]

Gai: Don't do anything dangerous!

Kakashi: You and I both know that’s asking too much.

[passionateuchiha]

Wayy too much if you ask me-

[rozcdust]

Kakucho: Do you take constructive criticism?

Kokonoi: I only take cash or credit

[passionateuchiha]

ABSOLUTELY-

[mob-psycho]

Open Attack: A third tempo attack where the toss is high, and therefore the spiker has ample time to start the run-up to keep in sync with the toss.

[passionateuchiha]

🛐

[saetoru]

you and atsumu are in the grocery store when he gets recognized for the first time by a young fan. he's all grumpy and whiny that you forced him to come along (you dragged him because you didn't want to be alone) and he's huffing the whole time he pushes the cart around. he's walking with his hood pulled over his messy hair and he's in his lil plaid pajama pants, and that's when he feels it. a small, shy tug on his sleeve from the side that makes him raise a brow before he turns to look over.

and everything about his demeanor that screamed annoyed quickly turns to shock and then confusion when a small kid—who really cant be much older than 9 or 10—is staring up at him with wide eyes as he rolls on the balls of his feet.

are you miya ?? the black jackals setter ??

yeah, thats me, he speaks before he can comprehend, and then you watch from the distance as atsumu listens to this kid.

you watch as atsumu listens about how the young boy wants to be a setter too. how he loves watching atsumu play on the tv. how he practices spiking every day. how his dad even got him a volleyball and is going to set up a net in the backyard soon. how he wants to join the school club. how he's gonna recreate the same move atsumu and bokuto always pull with his own friends. how one day, he'll be a setter and play at nationals and then play for a team where everyone watches him on tv just like atsumu has.

you watch as atsumu crouches down to the boy's height, as he high fives him and tells him "ya have ta make sure ya don't got a team of scrubby slackers—otherwise, it's no good," as he explains spiking is cool—but making the perfect set is even cooler, as he reminds him not to skip practice and to do his stretches correctly, as he rambles on about how a good sleep schedule and a balanced diet are key parts to playing your best.

you watch as atsumu's lips wobble a little when he's asked for a hug, you watch as he gets a little choked up when the kid says one day, he hopes he'll play with the number 13—because that's his favorite number! and that atsumu is his favorite player. you watch as atsumu wipes a single tear after he's bid his little fan goodbye, and you watch as he sputters when he notices you looking and claims how he "wasn't cryin', that was just some dust" in his eye

you watch as atsumu grows a little more as a player that day—stood in his stained little hoodie and his wrinkled plaid pajama pants. just your tsumu who complains about pushing shopping carts even though he never lets you lay a hand on one if you insist, but he's miya atsumu to the rest of the world, quick on his feet and skilled on the court—someone to look up to, someone who put his heart and soul into his goals.

and he decides that day he'll put a little more into what he does. just so maybe another kid can watch him on tv and decide maybe they will too someday.

[passionateuchiha]

Someone who puts his heart & soul into the game💫💘

[tetsudore-deactivated20230301]

lazy making out with oikawa😵‍💫

you’re laying on his chest and he has one hand grabbing your thighs while the other holds your head so you don’t pull away too quickly.

“mmph, no no wait baby one more kiss,” his tounge slips between your lips, moaning into your mouth as the grip on your ass tightens, feeling a bulge forming in his grey shorts.

“tooru, i need to make breakfast,” you whisper, before he pulls you down into him, arms wrapping your waist while feeling him slowly grind his bulge under your ass.

“shhh i’ll make it for you later sweetheart,” he groans into your collarbone, slipping his fingers into the elastic of your panties. “you gonna let me take care of you first?” his groggy morning voice vibrating on your neck, you nod weakly.

“that’s my girl.”

[passionateuchiha]

Groggyy morning voicee!🥵

[6okuto-moved-deactivated2025080]

— when you use a pet name for the first time

gn!reader | atsumu, akaashi, suna, iwaizumi, tsukishima, kita, kuroo, bokuto, kenma

note from nia: Life Is So Hard. i added a couple characters Again though‼️😘

ATSUMU stops in his tracks, previously on his way to grab his phone charger. his growing exhaustion from the day has disappeared as he snaps his head toward you, “baby?” the question in his voice makes you turn, “…yes?” he begins walking towards you, “no, you—y'just called me baby.” “…i did?” atsumu looks at you incredulously before whining, “babe.” you yelp as he plops onto the bed beside you, moving close enough to wrap an arm around your waist. “can you use pet names more often, please?” despite how warm your face feels, you manage to tease him for his reaction, “yeah, yeah, you big baby.” atsumu pouts and his grip around you tightens, “that’s not how you’re supposed to use it.” you can’t help the laugh that escapes you and you run your fingers through your hair. “sorry, baby.” he lets go of you, only to smush his face into the pillow beside you. you can spot his ears now tinted red and hear a muffled “oh my god.” atsumu turns his face enough so you can hear him, “one more time?”

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[passionateuchiha]

Kuroo tetsuro is perfect boyfriend.

I will fight yaa-

[toorumi-deactivated20221231]

Atsumu Miya Always Delivers

WARNINGS: 18+ (NSFW) (MDNI), f!reader x Miya Atsumu, oral (m!receiving & f!receiving), fingering (f!receiving), recording, squirting (multiple times), use of pet name (pretty and baby), unprotected sex.

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Atsumu looks away, crossing his arms over his chest with a deep, offended scowl on his usually playful expression. That just makes you laugh even harder, actually clutching your abdomen in hopes that it would somehow decrease the ache in your stomach from laughing so much.

“I really don’t see what’s so funny about it,” Atsumu grumbles, his brow furrowing even more.

You do your best to contain your laughter, wiping a single tear that has rolled down your cheek. You steady your breathing, looking at him with watery eyes. Atsumu pouts, making you snicker, which makes him glare at you from the corner of his eye.

“Did you really just say that you’d make me ‘scream and cum like a pornstar’?” you ask, pressing your lips into a thin line to suppress your laughter.

Atsumu had been away for a couple days; he usually has to travel thanks to his games. So of course as soon as he got home, he attacked your lips hungrily and was ready to have some action, which was interrupted by your unstoppable laughter when he had muttered those words. Maybe he had gotten a little carried away, but they had sounded good in his head. They still do.

Atsumu glances at you, turning his body further away from you.

“…Yeah,” he admits in a mumble. You snort again, shaking your head. “So?”

“So, you know it’s fake, right?”

He frowns, looking forward. He’s quiet for a moment before he speaks again, his voice low.

“…No, it’s not.”

“Yes, it is.”

“It’s not.”

“It is.”

“Uh-uh!”

“Uh-huh, it is!”

Atsumu scoffs again, turning on the couch to face you.

“How so?”

You pause, studying his face for a moment. He actually believes porn’s 100% real. It’s your turn to huff, although yours comes out condescendingly.

“It’s acting. I mean, real bad acting, but it’s still acting.”

“Not with me, it wouldn’t be,” he retorts, narrowing his eyes at you.

You raise your eyebrows.

“Somebody’s confident.”

He smirks, looking at you through hooded eyes.

“I have plenty of reasons to be.”

You cock an eyebrow at him, turning in your spot so you’d be face to face on the couch.

“Really?”

Atsumu’s smirk turns cocky, and he relaxes back in his seat as he places his arms behind his head. He knows what he has to offer, and you should be awfully aware of it. After all, he makes you scream his name more than three times a week.

“Hmm, I haven’t heard any complaints,” he says, shrugging.

You bite on your lip, eyeing him curiously. Atsumu isn’t one to lie about his abilities, and you experience them personally in bed pretty often. Still, it’s ridiculous he thinks he can make it look like porn; they exaggerate everything so bad I’s not even enjoyable to watch.

But if he’s offering…? What’s the worse thing that can happen? If anything, you’d be getting a good fuck out of it, even if you didn’t ‘scream and came like a pornstar’, to quote him.

However, you enjoy teasing him —which is extremely easy to do—, so you won’t let him know that you’re actually on board. You know him so well, know just what buttons to press to get him to do your every bid.

So, you give him your best exaggerated scoff, with an also exaggerated roll of your eyes, and cross your arms across your chest. Atsumu glances at you, eyes narrowing.

“Not yet,” you mumble, loud enough for him to hear.

You swear you actually see his eye twitch slightly.

Atsumu tightens his lips, pulling you by the neck towards him and forcing a loud, surprised gasp out of you. You bite your lip, instinctively kicking your leg over his lap to straddle him.

He looks at your caged lip, smirking softly as your breaths mix with each exhalation.

“You really don’t believe I can do it?” he asks, running his hands up and down your legs. His smirk widens when he feels goosebumps under the pads of his fingers.

“No. But I would love to see you try,” you say.

Atsumu’s eyes darken, hand smacking your ass harshly. You jolt on top of him, letting out a yelp. Your hands fly up to his shoulders for support, blushing at your own reaction. His smile turns wolfish.

“I am going to fuck you until you’re screaming and cumming like a pornstar,” he promises in a whisper. And if there’s something you can always count on with Atsumu, it’s that he always delivers.

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[passionateuchiha]

Driving like a madman pls🤣🤣

[toorumi-deactivated20221231]

Atsumu Miya Always Delivers

WARNINGS: 18+ (NSFW) (MDNI), f!reader x Miya Atsumu, oral (m!receiving & f!receiving), fingering (f!receiving), recording, squirting (multiple times), use of pet name (pretty and baby), unprotected sex.

interactions (comments, likes and reblogs) are much appreciated! ♥︎

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Atsumu looks away, crossing his arms over his chest with a deep, offended scowl on his usually playful expression. That just makes you laugh even harder, actually clutching your abdomen in hopes that it would somehow decrease the ache in your stomach from laughing so much.

“I really don’t see what’s so funny about it,” Atsumu grumbles, his brow furrowing even more.

You do your best to contain your laughter, wiping a single tear that has rolled down your cheek. You steady your breathing, looking at him with watery eyes. Atsumu pouts, making you snicker, which makes him glare at you from the corner of his eye.

“Did you really just say that you’d make me ‘scream and cum like a pornstar’?” you ask, pressing your lips into a thin line to suppress your laughter.

Atsumu had been away for a couple days; he usually has to travel thanks to his games. So of course as soon as he got home, he attacked your lips hungrily and was ready to have some action, which was interrupted by your unstoppable laughter when he had muttered those words. Maybe he had gotten a little carried away, but they had sounded good in his head. They still do.

Atsumu glances at you, turning his body further away from you.

“…Yeah,” he admits in a mumble. You snort again, shaking your head. “So?”

“So, you know it’s fake, right?”

He frowns, looking forward. He’s quiet for a moment before he speaks again, his voice low.

“…No, it’s not.”

“Yes, it is.”

“It’s not.”

“It is.”

“Uh-uh!”

“Uh-huh, it is!”

Atsumu scoffs again, turning on the couch to face you.

“How so?”

You pause, studying his face for a moment. He actually believes porn’s 100% real. It’s your turn to huff, although yours comes out condescendingly.

“It’s acting. I mean, real bad acting, but it’s still acting.”

“Not with me, it wouldn’t be,” he retorts, narrowing his eyes at you.

You raise your eyebrows.

“Somebody’s confident.”

He smirks, looking at you through hooded eyes.

“I have plenty of reasons to be.”

You cock an eyebrow at him, turning in your spot so you’d be face to face on the couch.

“Really?”

Atsumu’s smirk turns cocky, and he relaxes back in his seat as he places his arms behind his head. He knows what he has to offer, and you should be awfully aware of it. After all, he makes you scream his name more than three times a week.

“Hmm, I haven’t heard any complaints,” he says, shrugging.

You bite on your lip, eyeing him curiously. Atsumu isn’t one to lie about his abilities, and you experience them personally in bed pretty often. Still, it’s ridiculous he thinks he can make it look like porn; they exaggerate everything so bad I’s not even enjoyable to watch.

But if he’s offering…? What’s the worse thing that can happen? If anything, you’d be getting a good fuck out of it, even if you didn’t ‘scream and came like a pornstar’, to quote him.

However, you enjoy teasing him —which is extremely easy to do—, so you won’t let him know that you’re actually on board. You know him so well, know just what buttons to press to get him to do your every bid.

So, you give him your best exaggerated scoff, with an also exaggerated roll of your eyes, and cross your arms across your chest. Atsumu glances at you, eyes narrowing.

“Not yet,” you mumble, loud enough for him to hear.

You swear you actually see his eye twitch slightly.

Atsumu tightens his lips, pulling you by the neck towards him and forcing a loud, surprised gasp out of you. You bite your lip, instinctively kicking your leg over his lap to straddle him.

He looks at your caged lip, smirking softly as your breaths mix with each exhalation.

“You really don’t believe I can do it?” he asks, running his hands up and down your legs. His smirk widens when he feels goosebumps under the pads of his fingers.

“No. But I would love to see you try,” you say.

Atsumu’s eyes darken, hand smacking your ass harshly. You jolt on top of him, letting out a yelp. Your hands fly up to his shoulders for support, blushing at your own reaction. His smile turns wolfish.

“I am going to fuck you until you’re screaming and cumming like a pornstar,” he promises in a whisper. And if there’s something you can always count on with Atsumu, it’s that he always delivers.

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[passionateuchiha]

Driving like a madman pls🤣🤣

[passionateuchiha]

hi, i like you. i miss you. I'm still on hiatus. how r u? hope u doing alright. lotsa kisses and hugs mwah mwah

Hi hiii! I was on hiatus as well. I am okayy. Struggling w balancing thing in life. I am trying to jump back in on here. Be safe. Take care♡♡♡♡♡