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[sophiria]

"Go out with me."

Your movements halted, and your eyes grew wide as you processed the words just spoken to you. You tilted your head to the right, and your bewildered gaze landed on his back just as he was dunking. A swish and then a thump as the ball and his trainers hit the ground.

When Aomine turned to face you, he found you still staring at him, your mouth opening and closing a few times before you uttered a single word.

"Uh?"

He wiped off the dampness from his forehead with the hem of his shirt before striding toward your position.

"Go out with me," Aomine repeated as he looked at you. "Let's hang out together, just the two of us, and see where things go from there."

You blinked owlishly. "You're not kidding, aren't you?"

Aomine raised an eyebrow. "Does it look like I'm joking around?" His tone was confident and tinged with humor, though the way his shoulders seemingly stiffened wasn't lost on you. "I just want to take you out."

The hint of a dazed smile appeared on the corner of your lips. "I thought you didn't like me."

"Hmm." He closed the distance between your bodies while holding your gaze, and then his eyes narrowed briefly. "You thought wrong." His gaze dipped to your lips before returning to your eyes. "Well?"

You slightly tilted your head to one side. "Okay," you breathed. "I will go out with you."

His smirk morphed into a genuine smile. "Good," he said, feigning to be deep in thought for a few moments, "so I can finally convince you to wear my shirt number at my games."

A soft snort left your lips. "I do like wearing my general Touou Academy basketball shirt, though. It's pretty stylish. And..." you trailed off, then your eyes sparkled with mischief. "It was actually a gift from Imayoshi-san."

His brows furrowed. "Oi," he warned, and you couldn't help but grin at the oblivious jealousy that suddenly appeared on his features. "I definitely don't want to hear about evil glasses giving you things right now."

You smiled playfully and brought one of your hands up to his face. You ran your fingertips along his jawline, and his cheeks flushed as he tried to maintain a stern expression.

"You're naughtier than I thought you'd be," Aomine rumbled, wrapping his hands around your wrists as he gazed at you through half-lidded eyes. "Not that I mind it."

You hummed and peered at him expectantly. "Don't look at me with those dreamy eyes," he gruffed, though his words had the softest tone you'd ever heard from him. "It's very distracting."

You bit your lower lip to stifle a grin at his flustered state. "Then how do you want me to look at you?"

Aomine sighed and leaned forward until his lips brushed against yours. "You're a damn tease," he muttered against your mouth. "You're lucky I'm into it."

[readerinsertz]

Hi! I saw that your requests are open but it didn’t specify if you were comfortable with doing pregnancy fluff.

If you are comfortable with that I’d like to request Kagami or Murasakibara with a pregnant s/o where they feel the baby kick for the first time or something similar

If not that’s fine as well! Thanks!

AN: this got away with me- just a lot of fluff and some kicks

Okay first of all this man is gonna be terrified

Becoming a dad, bringing life into this world? Panik.

He's great at basketball but everything else, he's less good with lol

After a short period of shock and panic, he'll definitely get over it

Maybe playing some basketball with his friends helps get his head the right way

Will not let you do anything

He's your servant for the next 9 months

Makes it very well known that you're not to hesitate if you want anything

More than happy to run to a shop at 2am to buy something for you

But adores when you ask for his home cooking

Probably will bulk cook and then freeze them when he's got the time for when baby arrives

He assembles pretty much all the stuff in the nursery although he doesn't follow the instructions and ends up getting it wrong so you have to also help

Will eventually accept your help but he's holding everything, bringing everything to you, setting everything up. You try to put up a mobile which weighs nothing but he sees you on tip-toes and is moving before he realises to stop you

When you get a bit further along, he calms down a bit

Always always ALWAYS has a hand on you in some way- hand on your thigh, arm around your shoulders or waist

Gets a bit cocky because everyone KNOWS he made you pregnant

Puffs his chest out when men glance at you two and then immediately turns into a teddy bear when you turn and ask him something mundane

Takes you to all your appointments, arranges all the dates and times for you- all you have to do is show up lol

Researches on the internet and brings questions to the doctor

Some are reasonable like what food should he make for you, what vitamins are helpful, sleep positions?

Also, will ask completely straight-faced about other things like your mucus plug

I feel like he doesn't even think to ask about doing anything remotely sexual with you- he's so focused on your well being. You'll have to be the one to ask the doctor

Also very attentive and actually takes notes when you go to those baby classes- like this man studies. He puts more effort than any school exam

Probably will call your bump his basketball

Is soooo overjoyed when in the later weeks, you paint the bump as a basketball

I did some research and the average basketball has a radius of 38cm and the average bump is like 30cm so maybe your bump won't be the same size as an actual basketball but Kagami will continue to measure its growth

"It's half the size of a basketball!" "It's almost the size of one!"

Only when he's more confident will he lightly pat your bump like he's dribbling a basketball

You go with him to training just once. He doesn't trust that the basketball won't accidentally be sent to where you're sitting on the bench.

It's cute until you have this 190+cm man hovering around you like that Spongebob caveman meme constantly. Everyone agrees it's better if you don't come again

Definitely does that thing where he cradles and holds your bump up for you from behind- researched how to help his partner and did it and you were !!!! please continue

Anyway, he always splays his large hand over your bump-it's comforting to feel both you and your child under his palm

During one of these, the baby kicks whilst he's staring at the TV

Whips his head over to look at you, incredulous and asking if you felt that too

Pulls your shirt up to examine your belly and tickles the area where baby had kicked to try and get them to do it again

It's another source of closeness- you're carrying the baby so you're connected 24/7 for 9 months but he only gets those moments to be physically close to baby so yea he's gonna try to get his baby to kick as much as possible

Like those gifs where the baby's hand appears bulging out of the skin? loooooves it

Will start scolding the baby when they're kicking too much

"You're not a footballer/soccer player!" will then immediately go against his words and tell you regardless of what sport they're gonna play, if any, he'll support them no matter

You get a special maternity shirt with his number and name on it, he's elated when he sees it

Will probably buy a matching set for you him and baby

You probably steal all his shirts- they're big enough to cover your bump and they're comfy and smell like him

He will purposefully buy more so you can "steal" them

Would make a bump cast and then paint it the colour of a basketball and put it with all his other trophies

Murasakibara is lot more calm than Kagami

"You're pregnant? nice."

Probably leaves you wondering if he actually knows what's going on

So takes you by surprise when he asks if you should be eating a coffee flavoured doughnut

You get upset and mad from the pregnancy hormones thinking he's calling you fat

Will have to pull you into his arms and stroke your hair to comfort you and tell you that doctors recommend no more than 2 cups of coffee and that you've already had your allotted coffee earlier

That makes you cry more because you're 1) guilty for doubting him and 2) touched he's actually researching stuff

I feel like he'll probably stop you from eating too many bad things like sweets and chocolate so you and baby are healthy. But at the same time, I think when he sees you struggling or not looking happy he'll give you some to cheer you up cuz that cheers him up

Will love to take naps with you- pulls you back into the bed and tells you you need your rest

Moves so he's facing your bump and then complains to it about you trying to leave

Will be eating one of his snacks and then halfway, will offer it to your bump

You're just like Atsushi wtf?

I think he'll be a bit more grumpy than Kagami if you ask him for something at 2am- will grumble but drag himself out of bed. When he comes back he has what you asked for but also other food cravings that he knows you'll want after your pickle-only burger

If you're struggling with not eating sweet things he will go on a diet with you too. This man shows his love through acts of service

Once again his hand is MASSIVE so yea he will be able to wrap his palm around your bump completely

Like no matter how big you get, he will make you feel small

The first time he feels the baby kick he doesn't react. Takes a few seconds to process what just happened

"Huh? Someone kicked me," he pouts

He goes so soft when he realises- there's so much love and adoration on his face as he looks down at your belly

Will whisper a quite "hi"

After a while, he'll complain about the kicks

"Why do they like kicking me? No fair!

Shopping for baby things is pretty intense. They're so small and he's so big

Has a mini panic at how small his baby is going to be- he's scared that he's gonna hurt his child or he's gonna break the toys

With how big he is, you assure him you'll be giving birth to a big baby

Holds up the tiny outfits with a look of awe and amazement that humans can be that small

Definitely buys a fruit each week the same size as your baby to track the growth

Sometimes he has to buy in bulk and you're like what are we gonna do with a kilogram of raisins!

He bakes things with them- feels a bit weird eating the raisin he's been busy all week claiming was his baby but it becomes a tradition you grow to look forward to

In the first two trimesters, he's just about willing to travel to countries close by to play but only for a week and only the closest

The final trimester it's almost impossible for him to go and play even if it's in Japan just in a city that's a few hours away

He'll only go if you're with him and then he fusses over you for the entire journey

Will always point at you when he does something cool in the match

Probably will run his hands down his stomach and over an imaginary bump to dedicate that move to your baby

Will unironically put a basketball under his shirt to see what it's like

Aomine tells him he forgot boobs so then he puts some oranges down as well.

Complains when the oranges fall and calls you

"My orange-boobs are too small. They fall!" .... "Your what, Atsushi?"

Lets you clingfilm a watermelon to his stomach and idk what sort of fruit for boobs

He's okay with it for like 5 minutes and then complains about the weight

The fucker will sit down with a big sigh, turns to you and totally serious will go "eugh, pregnancy, amirite?"

So he's bad at handling small things. When you get too big to bend over and put your shoes on and tie the laces, he does try! But it's too fiddley so he buys you multiple velcro shoes

They make you feel like an old woman.... but they are convenient, you'll begrudgingly admit

You find him using your bump cast as a container for his snacks

[teamatsumu]

: ̗̀➛ his.

kise needs to prove to haizaki that he can’t steal you from him.

pairing: kise ryota x reader

word count: 1,887

✎ suggestive themes, self doubt, angst if you squint

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Kise had known that the outcome of winning the Kaijo vs Fukuda Sogo match wouldn’t be good. But he had expected Haizaki to resort to his usual violent tendencies. In fact, he was almost hoping for it at this point, after seeing what exactly Haizaki was trying to do as part of his revenge. He hadn’t anticipated this at all.

He glared at Haizaki across the table as he conversed with you, talking about the “good old middle school days I spent with Ryota-kun”. Kise nearly barfed at the words, knowing not one sentence that left his rotten mouth was true. He didn’t expect you to know that though. You were listening in intrigue, munching on your lunch and smiling at certain points of Haizaki’s (completely fabricated) stories. Kise felt his hold on his chopsticks tighten, jaw clenching in repressed anger. His leg shook under the table to try and allay some of his anxiety. It was not working.

It was supposed to be a nice, spontaneous shopping date when he had picked you up at your place this morning. He needed new basketball shoes, and it was the perfect excuse to drag you along. He wanted to take every opportunity to spend time with you now that you were officially his. In his mind, this was your first official date after he had asked you to be his girlfriend.

Kise had liked you from the minute he saw you in his class. You had made the transition from Teiko Middle School to Kaijo High way easier for him. You had been kind and befriended him early on when he asked for your help on a particularly difficult Math question (he knew the answer, he just needed an excuse to talk to you). You had enthusiastically agreed to help him, and the rest had been history.

To Kise, you were special. You didn’t care about his athletic pursuits or his modeling career. While you supported him wholeheartedly in all his endeavors, they didn’t define him. And he loved that about you. You were different to him than the usual girls who flocked to him, attracted by the glitter and glam and unable to see the boy underneath. Had it not been so early in your relationship, Kise would wax poetic about you every opportunity he got.

But this was new. It was new and fresh and so, so delicate. He couldn’t risk unintentionally pushing you away. Not when he had just got you.

And so the fear gripped him as he watched you laugh at something Haizaki said, realizing that he could very easily lose you to the man sitting in front of you right now. He had done it before, after all. It wouldn’t be difficult for him to woo you. He had run into the two of you while you shopped, greeting Kise like a long-lost friend and introducing himself as Kise’s old best buddy before Kise could get a single word out. He didn’t even have time to process what was happening before Haizaki was inviting you two to have lunch with him, to which you excitedly agreed, claiming you wanted to know Kise’s old friend, And you were always so kind. How was he supposed to explain to you that Haizaki was a snake? How was he supposed to drag you away without coming off as an asshole? You would probably tell him that he was being too harsh. You always saw the good in people.

You had seen the good in him, hadn’t you?

Kise felt a nudge at his side, turning his head to look at you seated by his side. You were looking at him worriedly, eyes wide and lips pursed in apprehension.

“Are you okay, Ryo-kun?” Your voice was so soft it naturally made his stiff shoulders loosen. He let out a breath he didn’t even know he was holding.

Across the table, Haizaki was smirking dangerously on him, a glint in his eye that told Kise all he needed to know. A claw gripped his heart, throat knotting as the fears of his middle school days encroached on his mind.

Your gentle touch on his arm made him finally move, standing up so abruptly it startled you. You blinked owlishly up at him, and he felt almost bad for doing this, if not for the sweat building up on the back of his neck.

“Can we leave, Y/N-cchi? I’m feeling a bit under the weather.” He tried to keep his voice steady, pointedly ignoring Haizaki’s burning stare. You nodded hastily, standing up and giving Haizaki a smile that made Kise want to scream.

“I guess we have to cut this short, huh?” Haizaki lumbered to his feet, giving Kise a grin that was so fake it took everything for him to not roll his eyes. “We should meet up more often, Y/N-chan, I have so many other stories about Ryota you would love to hear.”

Over Kise’s dead body.

He had reached for your hand, gripping it tightly in his own before throwing a glare at Haizaki, turning to walk out with you in tow. He had used your first name, and addressed you with an endearing honorific. After just one meeting. One conversation. Was that all it took?

“Ryo-kun, slow down!”

Kise blinked and stopped walking, turning to look back at you. He gasped and dropped his hand when he realized how tightly he was holding it, feeling his neck and ears heat up in embarrassment. He gave you a sheepish smile.

“Sorry, Y/N-cchi,” he rubbed the back of his head. “I got carried away.”

You sighed and took his hand again, looking around before leading him to an empty bench down the street. You sat down and patted the spot next to you, waiting for him to seat himself before you began to talk.

“You want to tell me what’s going on?”

Kise stared at you for a bit, gulping in what he assumed was a discreet way. “What do you mean? Nothing’s going on.”

Your face was blank as you looked at him, raising a delicate eyebrow in a way that clearly said that’s bullshit. Kise almost laughed.

“You were clearly uncomfortable around Shogo-kun. From the minute we met him, you’ve been quiet. It’s not like you.”

He didn’t hear a word past Shogo-kun. How long had it taken for you to start calling him anything other than Kise-kun? Haizaki had already made more progress in an hour than he had done in months.

“Ryo-kun?” You leaned towards him, and Kise felt every muscle in his body scream. He was panicking, he knew it. It seemed like all his confidence had suddenly gone down the drain. He felt the urge to run far, far away so he didn’t have to witness you spend a single happy minute with Haizaki. And even though Haizaki wasn’t here, Kise felt like the man was hanging over him like a shadow.

“Oh, Ryota, Y/N-chan.” This couldn’t be happening. It couldn’t be real. He watched Haizaki walk up to where you both sat. “You guys are still here. I thought you left, considering Ryota was feeling…… under the weather.”

That fucking tone. Haizaki was mocking him. Kise felt something simmer in his chest, feeling anger that he hadn’t felt since his last tough basketball game. You were looking between both of them in confusion, at the intense staring contest he had going with Haizaki. Kise felt bad, dragging you into this mess just because he won a basketball game. In the grand scheme of things, and compared to you, that win was nothing. Had Kise known this would ensue, he would never have provoked Haizaki or even played in the game.

“We were just leaving.” You stood up, pulling Kise out of his thoughts. Your stance was purposeful and closed off, which made Kise bite the inside of his cheek with worry. Had he freaked you out? Were you upset?

He wordlessly got to his feet and followed you when you tugged on his hand, feeling anxious that this would somehow ruin things between the two of you. A mere ten feet of walking later, you turned around abruptly, looking up at Kise with a heated stare that made him freeze.

“Kiss me.”

Kise’s mouth fell open in shock, eyes so wide he felt like they were ready to pop out of his skull. “H-huh?”

“You want to show him that I belong to you, right?” You leaned closer. “That’s what all the glaring is about. Well, do it. He’s watching.”

Kise instinctively turned his head behind you to see, and sure enough, Haizaki was standing right where you two had left him, only a few strides away, watching both of you, hands stuffed casually in his pockets. He smirked when their eyes met. Kise realized that in that moment, Haizaki probably thought you two were having an argument.

He felt his chest burn in anger.

The next second he turned back to you, one hand reaching up to hold the back of your head and the other on your waist, pulling you in until your lips were meeting in a searing kiss.

He nearly pulled away in surprise when you kissed him back just as aggressively, hands reaching up to tangle in his hair, standing on your tiptoes and tilting your head to deepen the kiss. Kise nearly moaned, winding an arm around your waist until your body was flush against his. The people walking past you two faded away from his mind, and he felt his core tighten at how good you felt.

You had never kissed like this. In the handful of times that you had, it had been soft and hesitant, testing the waters, giggling and laughing as you exchanged gentle pecks after a good date. You had never arched into him like this, never sighed and hummed or tugged on his hair until little tingles ran through his scalp. He relished in the feeling of you, in the soft give of your hips under his hands, tongue running over your lips until you opened your mouth and let him in. Kise groaned long and low into your mouth, at how pliant you were being. His cock twitched in his trousers.

He turned you slightly and opened his eyes, still kissing and licking at your lips, eyes laser focused on the person behind you. Haizaki’s mouth had dropped open, and he looked pissed off as he lifted his hand, showing Kise a middle finger before turning and walking in the other direction.

Kise smirked and closed his eyes, both arms wrapping around your frame and kissing you harder, longer, not caring at the weird looks you were attracting.

He kicked himself for ever doubting your love, for ever doubting you and your devotion to him. It took so many months, but that meant one thing; you two had entered this relationship with complete trust and comfort, and a fake, one hour conversation with some random guy wasn’t going to mess that up. Haizaki could try over and over and it still wouldn’t work. This was one thing he couldn’t steal. And the way you whimpered into his mouth when he bit at your lip proved it.

You were Kise’s. No one else’s.

[zyettemoon1800]

Master list

Pillarmen

All of them together (1)

All of them together(2)

All of them together(3)

All of them together (4)

All of the together (5)

Kars

Esidisi

Wamuu

Santana

Extras

Hobie Brown

Thomas Hewitt

Jabberwock

Muhammad Ali.Jr

Vampire

[kirisaki-daichi-scenarios]

haizaki as the stranger in the night

tw implied sa

yandere haizaki who’s been following you home every night, hood over his head, balaclava pulled down, walking far enough from you that you won’t call the police but close enough to make sure you’re aware of his presence. you’re telling yourself that you’re going crazy, you’re just hallucinating, but in the figure in black is always there under the flickering street lights and sometimes you look back and he’s disappeared and sometimes you look back and he’s closer than ever. sometimes you think you hear him calling your name.

yandere haizaki who shoves past you hard when you ask him (your neighbour) if he’d be willing to walk you back from work some days because the police don’t believe you’re being stalked and you’re scared. it’s humiliating to be asking for help from the guy who you’d previously rejected, but needs must. and sure you called him a sex-obsessed pervert back then, told him you’d rather die than hook up with a guy like him… but now that death seems like it’s getting closer, you’re changing your mind. cause sure, haizaki’s a jerk but he’s no real danger - right?

yandere haizaki who’s towering over you, sneering, “thought you said you weren’t interested? how feminist of you to come crawling back the minute you get scared” you tell him you’ll pay him just to walk with you, you tell him you’re sorry for what you said before - it’s just that he’s the only guy you can trust to keep you safe from a stranger in a balaclava. and it looks like haizaki’s softening as he looks into your pleading eyes, and finally he sighs, “yeah alright. i’ll do it. but you’d better make it worth my while.”

yandere haizaki who’s laughing in his room late at night, cause they always said he had no smarts, but look at him now: his plan’s working so beautifully. either he’s more intelligent than they thought, or you’re a real fuckin idiot.

yandere haizaki who wraps his arm around your waste as the two of you walk through the dark streets. at first you flinch from his touch, but you soon lean into it, like you’re wishing it could swallow you whole. because you’ve convinced that’s the figure in black a few streets away - though it’s not, it’s just a friend of haizaki’s who owed him a favour - and the feel of haizaki’s muscle against your back is the only thing that’s stopping you from having a panic attack.

yandere haizaki who’s walking through your apartment a week later, without a care in the world. he knows for a fact that you’re at work, given that he’s the one who walked you there and he’ll be the one walking you home. he leaves a window partially open, throws your clothes across your room, pops a handwritten message next to his favourite lingerie set, now lying on your pillow.

yandere haizaki who’s there to comfort you when you get home and realise someone’s broken in. the note “wear this for me next time” has you hyperventilating in your big strong guardian’s arms. you’re begging haizaki to let you stay at his place, clinging to his shirt, your pretty eyes red with tears.

yandere haizaki who plays it cool. “yeah, think you’d better. what kind of creep does this?”

yandere haizaki who brings you a blanket to wrap around yourself as you’re sat on his sofa, still shaking. “beer or tea?” he asks and you can barely bring yourself to speak, you’re that shaken up. so he brings tea cause he’s not going to waste a beer on you, and you take it without a word. you don’t ask what’s in it. but that’s alright, cause this one’s his special recipe, and he can’t be giving away all his secrets.

yandere haizaki who watches as your eyelids start to droop and your body starts to sway. you tell him that you’re not feeling great - “i think i need to go to the hospital” - but how he’s supposed to understand what you’re saying when you’re slurring your words that bad.

yandere haizaki who picks you up with one arm and drags you to his bed. drops you on the black sheets. grins. your eyes are growing ever wider, fighting to stay open as they meet his amused gaze. you’re mouthing something but your tongue’s not working like it should, you can’t get the words out. it’s like every muscle in your body is betraying you, and your head is swimming, but you’re conscious and that’s all haizaki cares about: you being conscious for everything that happens next.

yandere haizaki who says, “don’t worry, i’ll protect you,” but he can barely keep the laughter out of his voice.

yandere haizaki who locks the door behind him and reaches for his balaclava and he's grinning more than ever.

if you liked this ficlet thing, you might also like the proper one shot here

[vespersposts]

Opinions?

The types of boyfriend they are

KnB edition:

Hyuga: 

the soft boyfriend

despite his demeanor he is quite soft and gentle with a partner

warm smiles and hugs at all times

kissing your forehead and stroking your head

Teppei: 

the princely boyfriend

being with him is magical

he treats you like pure royalty

we have a saying in German (´dich auf Händen und Füßen tragen´) which roughly translates to him carrying you on hands and feet, meaning he´ll do absolutely anything for you

Kagami: 

the perfect boyfriend

holding the door for you, carrying groceries

holding your hand at all times

loves nothing more than listening to you

Akashi: 

the stable boyfriend

he knows what he wants in a relationship and so do you

this is why you work so well, you just complete each other

no fights, he will always treat you with utter respect

Kise:

 the fun boyfriend

dates, dates, dates

never wants you to feel less than special

he needs adventure of any kind and always wants to make sure you also have a lot of fun with him

Aomine: 

the protective boyfriend

you´re his

an arm around you at all times, glaring at everyone who even looks your way

making fun of other guys and being proud he´s yours

Midorima: 

the cheesy boyfriend

compliments out of nowhere that sound like out of an otome game

the type to dance around the kitchen with

honestly he´s a romantic at heart, you´re just the only one who gets to see it

Kuroko: 

the appreciative boyfriend

he´s always happy and excited around you

loves spending time with you even if you´re just taking a walk

doesn´t even realize how much he´s smiling until you tell him, he gets all cute and blushy when you do

Murasakibara: 

the bare minimum boyfriend

goes above and beyond with everything

but for him it´s normal, he just shrugs

always makes time for you, takes you on fancy dates, does so much more than the average boyfriend and whenever you say how much you appreciate it he just pats your head, saying it´s nothing special, just the bare minimum

[mcverse]

Would you be able to write a blurb for Kagami x gn reader where someone on the team shows up to practice wearing a shirt with random English words without knowing what they mean? I'm sure Kagami and his so would have a blast being in the know

✧ Pairing: Kagami x GN! Reader

✧ Type: blurb

✧ Warning: nun really

When Koganei shows up for practice, Kagami was too busy doing free throws to impress you. When your attention start to drift, he’s wondering what’s more important than watching him.

Then he sees Koganei shirt and the snickers your trying to conceal are making more sense now. Kagami wasn’t as polite as you, however, when he finds out the real reason for Koganei wearing the shirt.

“Oh this!? An American vendor was just giving free shirts away… this was the only one in my size. Not sure what it means though…”

You’re eyes lock with Kagami’s, and instantly your laughing along because his was contagious. Tears pool at your eyes at how ironic the shirt contradicts his scaredy cat personality.

Koganei looks between you both, gripping the shirt, “What? What does it mean?!”

“Who’s gonna tell him?”

Neither of you do, deciding to keep this inside joke to yourselves.

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Pairing: Daiki Aomine X afab!Reader

Synopsis: Who knew a corny knock knock joke would turn out to be something naughty in the end?

Word Count: 454

"Hey, Daiki~" you called on to your tan boyfriend who's sleeping on the rooftop.

"Hm?"

"Knock, knock." you said and looked down at him.

He opened one of his eyes, revealing his sapphire hues, and sighed in annoyance. "Who's there?"

"Aomine."

He raised one of his brows but continued. "Aomine who?"

You mentally laugh because he literally asked Aomine who. But you just smiled to yourself and laid down beside him, snuggling your face into his neck, with your lips on his ears. You opened your mouth and whispered. "I know I can treat you better, Aomine~"

Once Daiki heard those words, he swiftly changed his position and now he is hovering over you, with his arms and legs caging you under him. You saw him lick his lips and got a bad feeling about this.

"Is that true, [Name]~?" he asked huskily, feeling all seductive.

You, on the other hand, gulped and sweat-dropped at your mistake. You should have to reconsider telling him the joke or else this happens. As people say it, regret is always at the end.

"E-eto... it just only a joke," you gave off a forced chuckle and averted your [e/c] hues to avoid his blazing gaze.

But knowing Aomine, he didn't accept your answer. He smirked, and you gulped once again knowing what he intends to do.

"You better take your words seriously, [Name]." he said then kissed you aggressively.

He bit your lower lips, and you gasped, but because of it, he took the opportunity and slid his tongue inside your mouth. You gave off a pleasurable moan, turning him on. He removed his lips on your and proceeds kissing you and biting your skin, leaving hickeys down your neck. You just moaned and played with his hair.

"I think you're liking this [Name]~" he smiled and looked at you.

"I don't care, just fuck me, Ahomime," you growled with your face flustered.

[pichu120103]

I usually only post about my Hobie Brown selfship here, but I'm so in love with KAGAMI lately that I couldn't help but make content. I love my soft angry one so much. 😔🤚🏼

This is me, Pichu, again! Which is equivalent to my T/N. KQHEBKE, yes, lots of colors, because I love colors. My KnB insert is one of my favorites. 💗✨

— 𝐂𝐔𝐑𝐈𝐎𝐒𝐈𝐓𝐈𝐄𝐒

✦ She's very shy even though it doesn't seem like it. If you suddenly give her a hug, it stops working for a moment and then she returns it with shame.

✦ She and Kagami have been dating since the 2nd year.

✦ Pichu lives in front of Kagami's residence, but they had never seen each other because Pichu doesn't usually leave the house much, until they became a couple.

✦ She's an urban dancer and also a gymnast. She is in Japan studying at an art academy.

✦ Her style is a mix of YK2 and Gyaru. She wears A LOT of colors, extravagant and adorable rings and necklaces.

✦ Her locks are extensions since she can't have them permanently because she still goes to school.

✦ She likes short shirts, crop tops and beach-type tops because that way you can see her tattoos and belly piercing.

✦ She doesn't understand anything about basketball, but she's happy watching Kagami play.

[nikkimidorima]

A short one-shot Midorima Boyfriend manga. read from left to right

[heaven-s-black-box]

The cooler Kagami- brother!Kagami & Older sister!Reader

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Recovery date: April 15th, 2024

Description: helloo could i have kuroko no basket fic where reader is kagami's older sister? she works as a lawyer but she doesn't look like one due to the piercing on her lips, the habit of drinking and smoking addiction. she is such a chill person yet she can go profesional when it comes to her job. so you know that one episode where the seirin club went to kagami's apartment right? but instead of alex the team met the older sister please hehehe, thank you so much! sorry if this is too detailed

Notes: Content warning- drinking and smoking This work was recovered in conjunction with an anonymous researcher, we thank them for their contribution. Alex is still here but I thought it was funny. Bold is in English! This fic is very dialogue heavy. Smoking isn't cool kids, listen to Alex and Riko. The team's not saying the reader smoking is cool, just that her attitude is cool.

Word count: 830

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“Bakagami!”

The sudden yelling startled Y/n awake. She jerked upright, eyes wide and heart pounding until she processed her surroundings. Wiping the string of drool from the corner of her mouth, she yawned and slid out of bed.

Her feet stuck to the bare floor of her room, and she stumbled over a stray t-shirt as she made her way to the door.

“Shut up!” She yelled, throwing her door open and looking out into the living room.

It took a second for her eyes to adjust to the bright lights, but when they did she was greeted with nine baffled faces and a girl in the middle of strangling her brother. She blinked at them slowly for a moment before stepping out of her room and leveling Taiga with a glare.

“Look, I’m glad you have friends but-”

“What’s going on ?” Alex’s tired voice asked as she stepped out of Taiga’s room.

Taiga pulled himself from the girl's grasp and stormed over to the two women.

“Put some pants on!” The Kagami siblings yelled, pushing Alex back towards Taiga’s room.

As soon as Alex was gone, Y/n turned back to her brother and grabbed him by the ear. She pinched and tugged at his earlobe making he yelp and bend down closer to her level as he begged her to let go. Instead of letting go, though, she dragged him out to the living room and took a seat at one of the bar stools.

With how he’d been bent, as soon as Y/n let go, Taiga tumbled to the floor.

“Ow…” he grumbled before sitting up on his knees and turning to Y/n with a scowl. “Why’d you do that?!”

“Why are you being so noisy?” She asked, tone level and face stern.

Everyone else in the room felt a chill run down their spine.

“It wasn’t my fault! If anything-”

“Your guests, your fault!”

“Um, actually-” Y/n shrieked, accidentally shifting too far to one side and falling off the bar stool onto Taiga’s lap. “Sorry.”

“When the hell did you get there?!”

“I’ve been here the whole time,” Kuroko said, taking a sip of the water he’d been pouring. “And, the noise wasn’t Kagami’s fault, coach just saw a pack of cigarettes and thought they were Kagami’s, since he said he lives alone.”

“I do live alone,” Taiga huffed before looking from his sister to Alex who had just entered the living room. “So why are you two here?!”

Y/n smacked him upside the head.

“Keep it down, would you?”

“Aw,” Alex sighed, picking up the pack of cigarettes from the dresser, “Y/n, don’t you know smoking’s bad for you?”

“So is kissing everything that moves.”

“Hey! You know I only kiss women and children.”

“Look, I’ll stop smoking when you stop kissing everything that moves.”

“Hey,” Taiga pushed Y/n off of him, “let’s just all take a seat.”

“Fine by me, Alex? Can you bring me a beer?”

Alex made her way into the kitchen and came back with two cans of beer. She handed one to the older Kagami before popping the other one open for herself.

“Since when is there beer in this house?!”

“Since I bought some today?”

The rest of the Serin team awkwardly settled around the table.

“So, you guys are Taiga’s teammates? I’m Alexandra Garcia, nice to meet you!”

A kid who had a strange cat-like appearance was the first to speak up.

“Um, so, why do you…” his english was broken and uncertain, making Y/n stifle a laugh.

“You guys don’t speak much English, do you?” Alex asked, only to receive hesitant nos as people tried to figure out what she said. “Well, Japanese is fine then. I majored in it in college, and these two,” she flung an arm around Y/n and pressed the woman against her chest, “taught me some more.”

Y/n yelped, trying to keep her drink upright.

“Would you two please tell me why you’re here?”

“I had to meet with a client nearby,” Y/n shrugged, “and I didn’t want to catch the train home.”

“And I didn’t want to get a hotel.”

Taiga dropped his head into his hands and sighed.

“Client?” Riko asked.

“I’m a lawyer,” Y/n said as she took a sip of her beer.

“You don’t- ow!” Kogane was stopped by Hyuga hitting him on the back.

“It’s fine,” Y/n laughed. “I get that a lot.” She leaned across the table. “You don’t look much like a basketball player.”

“Hey! Ohhhh.”

Y/n got up from the table and grabbed a cigarette from the pack that Riko had found earlier. She waved at the guests.

“Well, get home safe,” she said before stepping out onto the balcony.

As soon as the door closed, she opened it back up and reached inside.

“Forgot my lighter,” she mumbled, then closed the door behind her.

“So cool,” the team murmured.

[sophiria]

Countless basketballs lay on the floor that night past ten, a telltale sign that the shooting guard of Shutoku High had stayed up late to practice. Mindful not to break his concentration, you left your shoes at the threshold before tiptoeing towards the center of the gym.

Midorima got into the stance needed for his shot, but his movements slowed when he glanced sideways and caught sight of your silhouette standing near the door. His seamless grip on the ball faltered, though he recovered fast enough for you to think it was a trick of the light.

"What are you doing here at this hour?" Shintarou asked you, shifting his attention back to the backboard. "It's late, and there's no one around but me."

You took a step forward. "I'm aware of that," you told him as another one of his shots went into the basket. "I'm actually here for you."

Midorima pushed back his glasses and then tilted his body towards yours. "You shouldn't be," he said flatly. "I have a game tomorrow, and you have an important test."

Despite the fleeting tension in the air, you couldn't help but smile at his words. "I had no idea you kept track of my class schedule," you mused, and his face heated up at your observation. "Anyway..." you trailed off, gnawing at your bottom lip. "I missed you."

You couldn't see it clearly, but his eyes softened. "That's another thing you shouldn't do," Midorima noted, the underlying affection in his tone contrasting his words. "It's...dangerous."

"Is it?" You wondered and began walking to approach his position. His green eyes never left your face as you closed the distance between your bodies. "I don't think being fond of someone is a disadvantage."

He fiddled with his fingertips as if the tape was still wrapped around them. "I see," Midorima replied. "You don't view our mutual attraction as a hindrance to our sports and school careers."

You placed a hand on his chest, right on his heart. "I do not—not at all," you answered earnestly. "Besides, I'm pretty sure our astrology matches are nothing short of perfect."

His lips curled into an indulgent smile. "That's absolutely certain," Midorima concurred. "If we think about our compatibility, fate is no doubt on our side."

"Mm-hmm," you agreed, your eyes twinkling in amusement as you looked up at him. "I hope it is."

He brought his left hand over yours, encasing it. "There is a possibility that our paths might diverge after the end of this year," he pointed out soberly. "Are you still willing to pursue a relationship with me knowing this?"

You entwined your fingers with his. "There's no way of knowing for certain what the future holds for us," you told him softly. "Right now, we're at the beginning of our last year...and I want to spend it with you."

The corners of his mouth lifted up in a small yet meaningful smile. "I'm quite pleased to know that we're on the same page on this, among other things," Midorima said in a warm tone. "I promise you I'll make the most of the time given to us."

You hummed with delight at his words, and then your gaze dipped to the basketball under his arms. "Are you finally going to teach me to shoot a three now?"

He touched the bridge of his glasses. "Are you doubting my commitment to one of the promises I made to you?"

You grinned at his ever-present tsundereness. "Never."

A satisfied expression crossed his face, and then Midorima took position behind you before explaining the technicalities of making a 3-point field goal. His lean, muscular arms wrapped around your frame after you took the basketball in your hands, and his hands settled on yours.

It didn't take more than a minute before your face started to heat up, and goosebumps surfaced on your skin at the warmth of his long body draped against yours. His voice deepened as he talked to you about how to position yourself, and since you weren't facing him, you missed the way his cheeks and ears flushed as your lower body pressed against his.

"I think this explanation should suffice you for now." His tone was slightly strained as he spoke to you, and you sensed that his breathing and heartbeat had quickened. "You can start shooting threes."

You murmured an okay, though you didn't move from your spot and tilted your head until your gaze met his. Midorima raised his eyebrows in question, and a soft smirk surfaced on your lips.

"I don't think I've ever seen you this blushed," you teased. His eyes widened, and he cleared his throat to shake off the embarrassment. "Can I kiss you?"

He sighed. "You can be exceedingly teasing when you want to be," Midorima grumped, and you looked up at him through your lashes. "But yes, of course you can."

[t-marveland]

𝐊𝐮𝐫𝐨𝐤𝐨 𝐍𝐨 𝐁𝐚𝐬𝐤𝐞𝐭 | aomine daiki

Aomine Daiki x Reader

Warning : aucun

Mots : 59

Masterlist

❝━ Whaou ! (T/P), t'es trop forte ! S'exclama Wakamatsu en passant son bras autour de tes épaules.❞

Aomine écarquilla les yeux, surpris de te voir en compagnie de ses coéquipiers. Et lorsqu'il te vit rigoler et taper dans leurs mains, ses sourcils se froncèrent de jalousie.

❝━ Oi, la touchez pas ! Cria-t-il en s'approchant dangereusement.❞

[eyes-of-mischief]

weekly fic recs | 47

prompt: self-insert/OC-insert

fandoms: bnha, knb, mdzs, naruto, svsss

bnha

Causality of Temporal Paradox by MirrorDaltokki

"A tart temper never mellows with age, and a sharp tongue is the only edged tool that grows keener with constant use." - Washington Irving

In which you are very clearly not having a good time slipping through time and space.

Lucky for you, there's at least one constant. Hawks seems to not mind you showing up in his bed over and over again throughout his life.

But hey, look at the upside. There's pro-heroes, so that's kind of cool.

Cleaning Crew; Teaching Kids to Value their Safety, for Fun and Profit by Reavv

Takenaka Hideo is a thirty-two year old, in mild desperation for money, who has just been hired as a new janitor for UA's support staff. He has a quirk that lets him find lost objects, a liaison with the police because of it, and desperate desire for competent co-workers.

Oh, and he's already lived a previous life, in a world where quirks and heroes didn't even exist.

Not a big deal, though. It's not like you ever see the janitor playing a big part in action movies. He's here to get paid, and that's it.

On the opposite side of the equation, class 1-A has to wonder at the new UA cryptid that always seems to show up when things are on fire, and who keeps trying to convince them to let the adults handle the fire extinguisher.

knb

Horseshoes and Hand Grenades by Vroomian

You don't care about sports, and you didn't ask for this nonsense.

so miracles happen after all. by リリス - riris (arurun)

Paralyzed from the neck down, a former basketball star wished only for one thing.

And like a miracle, he wakes up in a new world, in a new body-- and there's only one thing he wants to do now, so he starts running.

"Wait, is this that basketball anime?"

Ball Is Life, But You Still Need To Pay Rent by vermillion_crown 

Here's the thing. Taiga has a little breakdown (politely, in the cabin restroom at 3:37 AM PST while the other passengers are dead asleep) and gets over it in the span of the eleven hour flight into Tokyo. The leftover memories in his head really help with perspective, let's just say.

He likes basketball. Loves it, even. Sure, maybe another team sport might do the trick in a pinch, but his body and reflexes are optimized for basketball. It'd be a waste of time to change tracks

Ball is life, but you still need to pay rent. Okay, well officially, his dad's paying the rent. But the sentiment still stands, right? There are other things to worry about.

Who the hell peaks in high school?

(SI/OC as Kagami Taiga, who just wants to ball—all the chūnibyō shit be damned.)

mdzs

by foot it's a slow climb by Vroomian

(graphic depictions of violence) (major character death)

So. Let's get this straight - I didn't set out to derail any plot. My plan was to lay low and stay away from canon. It's just...

My plans tend to fail.

Spectacularly.

i told you when i came i was a stranger by Caramelized

(mature)

A modern OC arrives in Yiling before the start of the Sunshot Campaign. She has no friends, no money, and no cultivation. She knows what's coming, but what could she possibly do about it? *** “Well…” I looked down at my fingernails and tried not to squirm. “If there were a way to separate Wei Wuxian from Madam Yu without ruining his relationship with his siblings, I’d encourage it. Like, as an example, marriage.”

Xichen blinked. “To you?”

“No. Absolutely not. What even—?” The thought was so abhorrent I couldn’t hold it in my head. My brain spat it right back out. “To your brother.”

Xichen blinked. Again. “To Wangji?”

“Obviously?”

“This is a concern of yours?”

“I realize it’s not my business at all,” I admitted. “But you asked.”

naruto

Doing the Work by MarbleGlove

There’s more to peace than the absence of war. The work is as hard and uncertain as any Shinobi mission.

AKA: A highly self-indulgent fic in which a civilian woman helps an orphaned Sasuke and winds up saving the world.

Making Lemonade by Meeceisme

(mature) (graphic depictions of violence)

Waking up after dying to a whole new life in a brand new body is a little outside his frame of reference. But he'll do his best to make the best of this weird as hell situation. Worse comes to worst he'll grab all his favourite people and run the hell away from this mad place.

Featuring: Konoha's atrocious orphanage system, cynical child soldiers and Kakashi's guilt complex.

wataru, wataru by unolvrs

(mature)

“Kirigakure didn’t need help. They needed salvation.”

No one knows anything about the Mizukage. Only that she’s kind. She likes to smile. She likes seafood like every other Mizu-born. And that there’s something inexplicably wrong with her. There’s something wrong with the Mizukage whom the Kiri-nin call a ‘god’.

—or, Wataru Wataru was never really a powerhouse, in this life or the last, but she’s resourceful. She knows cults, pyramid schemes, and corrupt politicians like the back of her hand, so of course, she becomes the Mizukage and becomes a god along the way.

svsss

exec_ep=diviega/. by MirrorDaltokki, MULmul

(mature) (major character death)

AKA: Female Protagonist Fights the System Because She Doesn't Want to Live on the Lesbian Peak Just Because She Won't Sleep With Luo Binghe and She Can Write This Piece of Trash Novel Better than The Stupid Author

[kirisaki-daichi-scenarios]

girls just wanna have fun | nash gold jr + younger sister!reader

for anon who asked “Since you did a Nash with a little brother headcanons, could you do Nash with a little sister? (Maybe like a 2 year difference)” … yeah so much for that. in my defence i did start writing hcs with a 2 year difference, but then i had a Vision and suddenly words started flowing through my head for the first time in weeks so i had to type at the speed of light to get them down before my phone died. then my phone died anyway so the second half of this was originally written on a napkin. being sat on a train floor writing fanfiction on a napkin is possibly the most loser-y thing i’ve ever done but hey, at least i had fun. you might still get some hcs - it depends on if i can be bothered / how well this au does, but i hope you like this oneshot anyway!

“Practice more next time,” is what 12-year-old Nash tells you, age seven, after you’re eliminated in the first round of the school’s spelling bee.

Then he sees your lip start to wobble.

He rolls his eyes and adds, “but they gave you the hardest word. Totally.”

As he listens to you complaining about how unfair life is, whilst knowing that, at your age, he could have spelt “rosette” backwards, Nash just keeps biting his tongue. Lets you rant and nods in agreement whenever you check to see if he’s still listening.

He’s a big brother now, that’s how his parents put it, he has to be a good role model. And - this is what Nash is thinking to himself - he has to be an extra good big brother to make up for the useless parents who should have been here for their daughter’s first spelling bee. He has to be the one promising he’ll take you to the ice cream shop round the corner so that, in years from now, it’ll be the vanilla that sticks in your memory, and not the two empty chairs with “reserved for the Golds” on the seats. He doesn’t want you to think of your childhood years like how he thinks of his.

Nash Gold tries hard to keep his little sister happy.

-

But once Nash goes into high school, and starts taking his basketball, water sports, boxing, and everything else more seriously, there’s less time for being the stand-in parent attending all your events.

The good news is that you start doing less anyway. The preteen years have made you shy away from the world, flitting from hobby to hobby without anything to really bury your soul in. There was the anime-inspired volleyball obsession that died as soon as you finished your binging the seasons; the brief craving to join the basketball club until you realised just how incompetent your teammates were compared to Nash, how boring and difficult everything was when it was not your big brother doing it; the desire to be the West End’s next star that was crushed by receiving the role of tree in the school play and tripping over in your only scene (how Nash had laughed! And then scowled at the people laughing at you next to him); and then the single-day infatuation with joining the chess club, the infatuation dying as soon as you realised your chess-playing crush already had a girlfriend.

To fill your time, you start accompanying Nash to Jabberwock’s practices. No one wants you there. Nash has forbidden them from swearing around you, and any sex jokes are an even bigger no: given these two things combined are 90% of the usual Jabberwock conversation, it’s not a surprise that there’s grumbling when they see you walking behind Nash.

But Nash silences any grumbling with a glare as cold as ice.

Because, sure, he doesn’t want his little sister following him around everywhere but he’d much rather you were doing your homework in the corner of a street ball court instead of sat alone in an empty house.

Nash’s priority is always that you finish your homework. Only then will he let you help out as the team’s mini manager: topping up water bottles, fetching balls, collecting the boy’s hoodies when they get too warm. And, over time, your place in the team feels more secure. You’re good in your role as the little helper. You crack a “that’s what she said” joke that gets everyone guffawing - everyone but Nash, that is, who scolds you the high heavens, demands to know where you’ve been hearing jokes like that, whilst, in his heart of hearts, being thrilled that you’re coming out of your shell. You sit down with Nick during breaks to ooh and aah over his Animal Crossing Island, trembling with excitement when he hands you the Nintendo and lets you design a room of your own. You beg Zack to teach you to spin a basketball on your finger, and hug him overjoyed when you manage it for the first time. You fetch fresh headbands for Allen while looking down at the ground, blushing frantically: your crush on the boy lasts several months, though you never notice how Nash burns holes in Allen’s head whenever the two of you are talking, or how awkward having a middle schooler crush on him makes Allen feel.

Then, one day, you decide you want to learn how to do a dunk. After spending an hour watching you struggle to jump even one foot up in the air, Jason lifts you up onto his shoulders. Tells you to “try now - just tell me where you want me to go and hold on tight.”

Looking around from over 7ft tall, you feel like you’re the queen of the world.

-

By the time you’re in high school, you’ve become more confident. You don’t come to Jabberwock’s practices as often. You’ve got friends to hang out with instead, a study group that you always attend, and, inspired by your brother’s prowess in everything fisticuffs, you’ve signed up to be member of the school’s taekwondo club.

Nash never makes you to come to practice. Though it hurts seeing your corner of the court empty, devoid of the rucksack and textbooks that used to fill it, he knows that this is for the best. A teen girl shouldn’t be living in her brother’s shadow. Hell, a guy shouldn’t have his little sister in his shadow either.

But Nash still finds it hard to hold back a grin when you see him grabbing his basketball bag and ask if you can “come with?” And when you’re at practice, it’s like nothing’s changed. You join in with everyone else teasing Zack over his newly shaven head; you still get a little shy when talking to Allen; and you whoop and gush over Nick’s high arc shots as if you’ve never seen them before.

“You’re my number two favourite basketball player ever,” you tell Nick, rushing over to him as he awkwardly runs his hand through his spiky blonde hair.

Overhearing, Allen says with a little hope, “he’s not number one?”

“Obviously not,” you roll your eyes, “Nash is my number one. Duh.”

No one loves Nash as much as you do, and no one loves you as much as he does.

-

It turns out Nash is an anomaly, and that combat sport skill does not run in the family. You are horrible at taekwondo: your kicks are accurate - surprisingly so given how bad your balance is - but, no matter how many drills you do, or how many times you insist Nash comes up with a workout routine for you, they never develop much power.

But you’re trying hard to improve, forever inspired by your brother, and you take any chance to kick that you’re given.

“Taekwondo?” asks Jason one morning, as practices a free throw. “They don’t have any good martial arts clubs at your school?”

“You wouldn’t be saying that if you’d felt the pain of my kicks,” you retort, hands on your hips.

Jason turns to you. “Go on then.”

You ready yourself, check your footing’s correct, and then swing your leg out. With a thud, your foot makes contact with Jason’s side.

He stares at you, almost in pity. “That’s it?”

But Nash is walking by and he’s glaring like he normally does whenever someone that’s not him makes him little sister look inadequate. So, dutifully, Jason falls backwards in slo-mo and pretends to roll on the floor in agony, crying out for his mother and claiming that he’s never known such pain, while you give him another kick in his side for being a jerk.

(Nash never scolds you for kicking his teammates, though, of course, he’d have a fit if any of them even looked at you wrong.)

Of course, you’re not an idiot; you know you’re not good at taekwondo. But, unlike all your previous school clubs, you’re not planning on leaving this one. After all, without the club, you’d have no opportunities to say good morning to star of the Taekwondo club, Ryuu. And you’d never get to feel his fingers brushing against your arm as he corrects your posture; you’d never get to see his grin and thumbs up as he tells you he’s sure your kicks are improving; and, more importantly, you would have never got the opportunity to wait for him outside the dojang, see him walk out looking more handsome than ever, and ask him if he’d ever think about going out with you.

“Think about it?” Ryuu replies. “Man, I dream of it!”

Smiling from ear to ear, he reaches out to intertwine his fingers with yours, and he doesn’t let go of your hand until he’s walked you all the way home. The feeling of his touch lingers, the warmth flooding through your veins, and keeping your smile fixed on your face.

Nash is sitting on the sofa when you walk in. He looks up from his phone and frowns, “who was the guy?”

“I’m dating the coolest guy in the whole school,” you gush, racing to your brother’s side to tell him all about Ryuu, and you’re still talking about the boy - enthusing now about his Taekwondo prowess - by the time Nash starts preparing dinner.

Nash says he’s happy that you’re happy, grunts occasionally in agreement with your rambles, and accepts the fact that this is probably all he’ll be hearing for the next few hours.

“You’re not upset with me, are you?” you ask eventually, noticing how your brother’s gone quiet.

“Never” replies Nash. “Why would I have an issue with you dating a guy who’s made you this happy?”

But it’s funny how often you bump into him when you’re out with said boyfriend. And not just Nash: it’s like the whole team starts appearing out of nowhere at cafes, parks, funfairs. And these chance encounters always follow the same trend: the boys are happy to see you, chatty and joking, and then they look at Ryuu and their faces take on a cold sneer, every inch the vicious Jabberwock archetype they’re known for.

Nash tells him, “you look after my sister, yeah? Or else.” And if looks could kill…

Zack pretends to be polite, saying “well, I’ve got no problem with you - for now. You make sure to keep it that way.”

Nick has to hold back a snicker as he replies to your boyfriend with “yeah, nice to meet you man, whatever.” Then he turns to you and whispers, “you would have been better off with Allen.”

Allen wipes the sneer of his face when you ask him to be nice; he smiles at you, but then, as he meets your boyfriend’s gaze, he mumbles to you, “you’ve got my number if you ever need me to sort any problems out.”

Jason says, “this guy? Seriously? Shit, I could snap in two him like a twig.”

By the time he meets Jason, your boyfriend’s long fed up of the slander. He stands up from the bench, even though it only makes him look smaller against Jason’s muscular 6ft11 frame, looks up into the other man’s amused expression, and replies, “with all due respect, I was the Taekwondo state champion last year.”

Jason’s laugh is so loud and booming it practically triggers an earthquake.

-

Ryuu’s a good boyfriend. Nash never learns to genuinely like him, but he stops disliking him as much as time goes on. He orders pizza for the three of you when you and Ryuu are doing a study date at the Gold household; he drives you to Ryuu’s Taekwondo tournament and grudgingly claps when he wins; or he throws a couple condoms at Ryuu when you’re snuggling against your boyfriend on your bed, watching your favourite movie together.

“You should be grateful I’m such a good brother,” Nash laughs when you start punching him for embarrassing the two of you like this. “You know, when I was your age…”

“Go away, Nash!” you screech, pushing him out of the room, “God, you’re such a nuisance.”

“All I’m saying is use protection,” comes Nash’s sniggering voice as you slam the door shut behind him.

You walk back over to Ryuu. “I’m sorry about him. Honestly, he’s the worst.”

“Nah, your brother’s cool,” says Ryuu, but he’s still blushing a bit as he gives you that golden grin of his that makes you feel like you’re his entire world.

-

But all good things come to an end.

Ryuu moves to a new state where he’ll be able to get better Taekwondo instruction. His coach thinks he’s got Olympic potential - they don’t want him to be wasted in this city where nothing good ever happens - and his parents are in agreement.

“They said the sooner I leave, the better for my future,” quotes Ryuu as squeezes your hand, looking down at the ground beneath the swings you’re sharing. “But I wanted you to be my future.”

Nash had told you not to interfere - that you don’t want to be the person holding Ryuu back from his dreams - so you encourage Ryuu to go, tell him that you’ll still be his future, it’s just a few years of separation.

And it’s Nash who drives you to the airport and watches from a distance as the two of you hug for the final time, promising to say in contact, promising that you’ll be able to make long distance work.

When you walk back to Nash, your lip’s wobbling like it did back when you were seven. As soon as he wraps his arm around you, you burst into tears, sobbing into his shirt. Your brother hugs you tighter, like he’s the only thing in the world keeping you from falling into pieces. His voice is quiet and calm and betrays none of the pain he feels looking at your crying figure.

Into the top of your head, Nash mutters, “As soon as the season’s over, you and I will go on a road trip to go see him, alright? And you can call him every night if you want. And if he even thinks of looking at another girl, or ignoring a single text of yours, Jason and I will fly over and deal with him. Or we’ll kidnap him and bring him back to you if that’s what you want.”

You’re crying harder, fingers clutching onto Nash’s shirt even tighter.

“I’ll skip practice today if you want; we can do a movie night instead.”

Voice muffled by how your face is pressed into Nash’s chest, so none of the passersby might see you crying, you reply, “no. You should go to practice.”

“I’m not gonna leave you alone like this.”

“Can I come?”

“What - to practice? Yeah, ‘course. The boys are always happy to have you around.”

You look up and force a smile, biting on your tongue like it might stop you crying, as Nash matches your smile with a sad grin of his own.

“It’s gonna be rough, but you’ll get through it,” he says, “you’re the toughest kid I know.”

And he pulls you in for another hug.

fun fact: the original plan was for the boyfriend to cheat on reader who breaks up with him, and then for jabberwock to go teach him a lesson. but then i thought “why the need for all this violence?”, me of course being the admin of a blog dedicated to a team that’s known for their non-violent ways. but anyway i figured it was an overused trope and why not show nash being an actually good supportive brother, so here you go. (and if anyone enjoyed reading about the lesser known jabberwock members, then you might also like these hcs) (and if you wanna read the nash little brother hcs, you can find them here)

[laceymorganwrites]

Calling you mommy for the first time

KnB edition:

Aomine:

when you´re pegging him

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

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

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

if you can take him he can take you

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

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

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

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

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

´mommy please, I´m ready´

Kagami:

when he cooks for you

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

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

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

loves cooking for you more than for anyone else

´do you like it, mommy?´

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

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

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

Akashi:

when you praise him

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

´thank you, mommy´

Murasakibara:

during facesitting

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

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

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

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

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

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

´mommy tastes so good´

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

Tatsuya:

when you stroke his hair

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

´I´m so glad I met you, mommy´

Kise:

when you edge him

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

wants to make you so proud of him

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

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

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

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

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

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

Midorima:

when he service tops

confuses topping and domming for the longest fucking time

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

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

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

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

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

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

Takao:

when he subs for the first time

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

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

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

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

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

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

´I´ll be a good boy, mommy´

Kotaro:

after he won a match

he has too much energy, literally too much

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

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

´we won, mommy!´

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

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

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

Imayoshi:

calls you mommy to tease you

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

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

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

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

especially when you´re working

´aww am I being a bad boy, mommy?´

´yes you are, you fucking brat´ 

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

it doesn´t happen that he´s speechless

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

´later if you can be fucking patient for once´

Wakamatsu:

asks for it after discovering his kink

he always found women in control to be incredible endearing

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

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

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

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

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

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

´you´re the best, mommy´