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ballsandbabes · 2 months ago

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GOM + Kagami: S/o wants to learn basketball

Summary: Basically cute chaos on the court <3

Authors Note: Not proofread// Gifs are not mine// y/n= your name

Genre: Fluff, Chaos and lots of teasing

Aomine Daiki

It all started as a joke.

“I could totally learn basketball,” you said one afternoon while watching a game with Aomine.

He smirked, tossing popcorn into his mouth. “You? On the court?”

You gave him a look. “What’s that supposed to mean?”

“Nothing,” he said lazily. “Just... you trip over air.”

You threw a pillow at him. “Shut up!”

But the next afternoon, you showed up at the local court in sneakers, shorts, and a determined scowl. “Teach me,” you said, spinning a ball on your finger—and failing, miserably. It fell and bounced away like a taunt.

Aomine blinked. Then grinned. “You serious?”

“Dead serious.”, you said. He stretched, standing up with a yawn. “Alright. But don’t cry when I school you.”

“Just try not to cry when I actually score on you.”

That earned you a deep chuckle. “Sure, princess.”

—

It started off innocent. Dribbling drills. Footwork. You tripped once—okay, twice—but you got better. His hands brushed yours when correcting your grip. His voice dipped low whenever he leaned in to explain something. “Keep your knees loose,” he said, coming up behind you. His hands lightly guided your stance. “Like this. You’re too stiff.”

You rolled your eyes. “You’re too smug.”

“That’s ‘cause I’m right.”

You shot. It hit the rim and bounced off.

“Close,” he said, catching it with one hand. “But not good enough.”

You glared at him. “Again.”

This time, when you shot, he stepped in and blocked it. You gasped. “You jerk!” He grinned. “What? You said you wanted to learn. That includes rejection.”

You chased him around the court, smacking his arm while he laughed like a kid at recess. “You’re the worst teacher ever!”

“Nah,” he said, easily holding the ball above your head. “Best teacher. Just a realistic one.” Then—without warning—he leaned in.

Not quite a kiss. Just close enough for you to feel his breath on your cheek. “You’re cute when you’re trying,” he murmured, voice dropping to that smooth, teasing tone that made your knees a little less loose.

You swallowed. “Is this part of the lesson?”

“Depends,” he said, spinning the ball once before flicking it toward the basket. Swish. “You learn better when you’re flustered?”

You tried to hit him again, laughing this time. “I hate you.”

“Nah,” he said, that familiar smirk back on his lips as he tossed you the ball. “You just hate that I’m good at everything.”

You held the ball, heart still racing. “Bet you can’t teach me how to beat you.”

Aomine’s eyes sparkled. “Oh yeah?”

“One-on-one. Tomorrow. No mercy.”

He leaned in again, this time brushing a kiss to your temple before whispering, “Looking forward to it.”

Kise Ryouta

You barely finished the sentence before Ryouta lit up like a golden retriever being offered his favourite treat.

"You want me to teach you basketball?!" he gasped, hands clutching his chest like you'd just proposed marriage. “____-cchi! I'm honored!” You laughed, slipping on your sneakers as he bounced around the court like a kid on caffeine. “Don’t be so dramatic.”

He pouted. “This is serious! You’re willingly entering my domain! That’s romantic!”

“It’s not romantic.”

“Yes it is.” His eyes sparkled. “It’s a total romcom set-up. Beautiful girl gets private lessons from the handsome ace player, sparks fly, they fall in love—” You raised a brow. “We already are dating.”

“Exactly,” he said, grinning. “We’re halfway through the movie. This is the training montage part!” You rolled your eyes, but your smile betrayed you. “Alright, coach. Impress me.”

He cleared his throat, switching to Serious Athlete Mode™. “First—dribbling. You’ve gotta stay low and keep control.”

He demonstrated, of course with unnecessary flair—one-handed, then behind the back, then spinning it casually on a finger while winking at you. You deadpan stared. “Yeah, that’s definitely beginner level.”

Ryouta laughed, then came closer, gently placing the ball in your hands. “Okay, okay. For real this time. Just bounce it low, like this.” He guided your hands, standing behind you, practically melting against your back with his arms around yours. He smelled like cologne and sunshine.

“You’re very close,” you said.

“Just helping,” he said, voice low and way too pleased with himself. “It’s called hands-on learning.” You elbowed him gently. “You’re lucky I like you.”

“I’m the luckiest,” he replied, pressing a quick kiss to your cheek before stepping back. “Okay, now try shooting!” You took the shot—it missed entirely. Clunked off the side of the rim and bounced off the court.

Ryouta blinked, then started clapping dramatically. “We have liftoff!”

“Don’t mock me!”

“I’m not! I’m encouraging you, ____-cchi!” he said, wiping a fake tear from his eye. “So proud of your journey.”

You grabbed another ball and threw it at him. He dodged with a laugh, arms wide.

"Hey, hey! Violence won’t help your form!"

“You won’t help your face if you keep teasing me.”

Ryouta jogged over, took your hand, and looked at you like you were the most precious thing on the court. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry. I’ll be serious now. I just—” he shrugged sheepishly, “—I really love being out here with you.”

You blinked. Your heart did that stupid flutter thing.

“…I’m bad at this,” you muttered.

“You’re learning. And honestly…” He spun the ball on his finger and grinned, “you look adorable doing it.” You groaned. “That’s not helping.”

“It’s helping me,” he said, wrapping his arms around you from behind, resting his chin on your shoulder. “Can we do this every weekend?”

You smiled, leaning back against him.

“Only if you stop acting like this is an anime opening.”

He gasped. “How dare—! This is an anime opening. And I’m the handsome male lead who falls hopelessly in love with the cute girl who can’t dribble!”

“Okay, that’s it. I’m switching sports.”

Ryouta grinned and kissed your cheek again. “Fine, but I’m following you to whatever sport you pick. Deal?”

“…Deal.”

Kuroko Tetsuya

You should’ve known Kuroko would take this seriously.When you casually mentioned, “Hey, I think I wanna learn basketball,” he blinked at you once, nodded… and showed up the next day with a handwritten workout schedule, color-coded tabs, and personalized notes.

“Tetsuya,” you blinked at the binder he handed you. “This is... more organized than my entire life.”

“I want you to improve efficiently,” he said simply, like it was obvious. “Also, I included water breaks.”

You flipped through it, a mix of touched and slightly overwhelmed. There were even little encouragements in the margins: “Keep your knees bent, not your spirit!” “You’re doing better than yesterday.” “Don’t forget to stretch your smile, too.”

You glanced at him. “Did you write motivational quotes for me?”

He looked away, ever so slightly pink. “I thought they might help.” You smiled so hard it hurt.

—

The court was mostly empty that afternoon, with just the two of you and the echo of bouncing balls. Kuroko started you off with basics—dribbling drills, some footwork, and soft passes that somehow always landed exactly where you could catch them. He wasn’t loud. He wasn’t flashy. But he was incredibly good at guiding you. Every correction was gentle, every compliment honest and understated.

“You’re improving,” he said as you finally managed to dribble down the court without fumbling. “Your hands are learning.”

“My hands are dumb,” you muttered, wiping your forehead.

He handed you a water bottle without missing a beat. “They’re not dumb. They’re just inexperienced. Like your jokes.”

You stared. “Did you just sass me?” He blinked innocently. “No.”

“…You totally did.”

The corners of his lips tugged up ever so slightly. His version of a full-on laugh. You stuck your tongue out at him before returning to the drills. Later, when you missed a shot for the sixth time in a row, you groaned dramatically and collapsed onto the court. “I am a disgrace to the sport,” you moaned.

“You are not,” he said, stepping beside you and offering his hand. “You just need more practice. And maybe to lift the ball with your arms, not your hopes.”

You gasped. “Okay, that was sass.” He tilted his head. “Constructive sass.”

You let him pull you to your feet, still laughing, your fingers slipping against his for a moment longer than necessary. “Thanks for taking the time to do this,” you said quietly. “Even if I suck.”

He looked at you with that steady, unshakable gaze of his. “You don’t suck. And even if you did, I’d still enjoy this.”

“…Why?”

“Because you’re you,” he said, so simply that your heart actually stumbled in your chest.

You bit your lip, stepping a little closer. “Well, since you’ve been such a good coach today…” He raised an eyebrow, curious. You leaned up and brushed a soft kiss to his cheek. Kuroko blinked. Then stood still for a full two seconds, processing.

“…Thank you,” he said finally, a faint red dusting his ears. “I’d like to receive more rewards like this in future sessions.” You grinned. “Only if you keep the motivational quotes coming.”

He nodded seriously. “I’ll prepare a new batch for next time.”

You laughed, tucking yourself under his arm as he handed you your water bottle again, the sun beginning to dip behind the court. Private lessons with Kuroko might not be flashy. But they were perfectly you.

Taiga Kagami

It all started when you wandered into the gym after his evening practice, sneakers in hand and a hopeful look on your face.

"Hey, Kagami," you called. He turned from the hoop, sweat dampening his tank top and forehead, ball tucked under one arm. “Yo. What’s up?”

You grinned. “I wanna learn basketball. Teach me?” He blinked. “You? You wanna play basketball?”

“Why does everyone say that?” you groaned. Kagami rubbed the back of his neck, suddenly flustered. “No! I didn’t mean it like that! I just—uh, I mean—yeah! I can teach you! Totally.” You snorted. “That was the smoothest sentence I’ve ever heard.”

“Shut up and stretch before you pull something.”

—

You expected drills. What you didn’t expect was for Kagami to go full-on coach mode — minus the yelling.

“Okay, first—stance. Feet shoulder-width apart.”

You mimicked him, a little stiff. “No, no—looser.” He stepped behind you, hesitated, then placed his hands on your hips to gently adjust your stance. “Like this.” You froze. His hands were big. Warm. Very there.

“Better,” he muttered, stepping back quickly, ears glowing red. You turned your head and smirked. “Aw, Taiga, are you blushing?”

“I’m not—”

“You totally are.”

“Shut up and dribble!”

—

You were bad at it. Like… really bad. But Kagami was weirdly patient, correcting your hand placement, gently swatting the ball back when it rolled away, and smiling whenever you managed even a half-decent move. “You’re seriously trying,” he said, slightly breathless as he jogged to retrieve a wild shot of yours.

“Don’t sound so surprised.”

“I’m not,” he said, tossing the ball back with a grin. “It’s just… kinda cute.”

You blinked. “What is?” He shrugged. “You. Out here. Trying. Messing up. Getting mad. Sticking your tongue out when you concentrate.”

You flushed, throwing the ball at his chest—he caught it effortlessly.

“You’re such a dork.”

“Says the one who just missed five layups in a row.”

“I swear to God—” He laughed. “Kidding! You’re improving. Seriously.” You watched him smile at you like it meant something. Like you meant something. And that’s when you realized—you kind of loved this version of Kagami. Slightly awkward, but warm. Goofy, but gentle. A little clumsy with words, but so good with his actions. You stepped closer, reaching for the ball he held. Instead, you tiptoed up and kissed him on the cheek. He went still, eyes wide like you’d just dunked on him mid-game.

“That’s for being a good teacher,” you said casually, snatching the ball from his frozen hands. He touched his cheek like it was the first time anyone had ever kissed him there.

“…I think I need more private lessons,” he muttered, blinking in disbelief. You grinned. “We’ll see. Only if you don’t make me run suicides next time.”

“No promises,” he said, finally smiling again. “But I might go easier on you if I get another reward like that.” You turned away to hide your blush. “Shut up and stretch, Kagami.” He chuckled, jogging after you. And somehow, that late-night gym session felt more like a win than any buzzer-beater ever could.

Akashi Seijuro

The Akashi family ball was everything you expected it to be: glamorous, gilded, and intimidatingly formal. But you weren’t nervous — not with Seijuro at your side, hand resting lightly at the small of your back, his presence a steady, unshakeable calm. He guided you through introductions, dances, and whispered compliments like a man perfectly in control. Until you leaned up during a slow waltz and murmured in his ear: “You know… I still want that basketball lesson you promised me.”

He blinked, just once. Then he smiled — slow, knowing, a little amused. “Now?” You gave him your best innocent look. “Why not?”

His eyes flicked to the side — toward the Akashi estate’s private indoor court. Empty. Polished. Lit by soft overhead lights. You’d passed it on the way in, and now the idea of you both playing there, dressed to the nines, was suddenly deliciously ridiculous.

“You’re serious,” he said softly.

“Only if you are.”

His gaze dropped briefly — from your perfectly styled hair, to your elegant dress, to your heels — then back up, eyes gleaming with something equal parts fondness and challenge. “Very well,” he said, offering his hand once more. “Let’s make this evening more… memorable.”

—

You kicked off your heels at the edge of the court, the cool wood under your bare feet. Your dress swished around your legs as you tried to dribble the ball he handed you. Tried. It bounced off your foot with a loud thunk and rolled away. Akashi caught it with one hand.

You sighed. “I’m hopeless.” He smiled — warm, amused. “Hardly. You’re just distracted by the setting.”

You tilted your head. “And you’re not?”

“I have excellent focus,” he replied, stepping closer. “Even when someone as beautiful as you is breaking dress code and attempting a crossover in a ball gown.”

You poked his chest. “That sounded like a flirt and a scolding.”

“Why not both?”

He gently guided your hands to the proper position. His fingers lingered longer than necessary. “Bend your knees slightly,” he said, his breath warm against your temple. “Control the ball — don’t let it control you.”

“You say that like it’s easy.”

“It is, with the right teacher.” You looked up. He was very close. “You always get this smug when coaching?” He tilted his head, eyes gleaming. “Only when the student looks this enchanting under gym lights.” Your heartbeat kicked up.

“Seijuro…”

“Yes?”

You shot the ball just to break the tension. It missed. Badly. He caught it again, tucking it under one arm. “I think,” he said, stepping even closer until his chest was brushing yours, “this lesson may need… additional incentive.”

“Oh?” you breathed, suddenly hyper-aware of how your dress clung to you. “Like what?” He leaned down slowly, eyes locked to yours. “A reward for progress.”

Then his lips brushed yours — soft, deliberate, slow. You melted into him, arms wrapping around his neck as the ball dropped and bounced away. He caught your waist like he never wanted to let go. When you finally pulled back, breathless, you laughed. “I think I’ll be requesting private lessons more often.”

Akashi smirked, brushing your hair from your face with court-level precision. “Then I’ll make sure every lesson ends in victory… for both of us.”

Murasakibara Atsushi

"Ne~, ___-chin… you're serious?" Atsushi blinked slowly at you from his place on the gym floor, lying flat on his back like a bored cat in the sun. An open bag of strawberry Pocky rested on his chest, one stick hanging out of his mouth. You nodded firmly, bouncing a basketball between your hands. “I want to learn. You’re the best player I know.”

He sighed dramatically, like you’d asked him to run a marathon in the rain. “But it’s sooo annoying to teach stuff... and my arms feel sleepy.”

You walked up and squatted beside him, poking his cheek. “You can dunk without trying and block shots like you're swatting flies. If anyone can make me look good on the court, it's you.” He squinted one eye open at you, then closed it again. “Mmm... flattery’s kinda working.”

You smiled. “I'll give you snacks after.” That did it. He sat up immediately, looming over you with his ridiculous height, the Pocky still dangling from his lips.

“…Fine. But only if you’re fun to coach, okay?”

You stood up, grinning. “Deal.”

—

Lesson One: Dribbling: It went as expected. “Your hands are too stiff,” he mumbled, chewing lazily on another Pocky as he watched you fumble the ball. “You look like you're swatting a bug.”

You glared. “You could actually help instead of commentating like a snacking grandma.”

“Mmm… maybe.” He lumbered over and reached down to gently adjust your grip. His fingers dwarfed yours — warm, slow, surprisingly careful. “Like this,” he said, pressing your hands into the right position. “Let the ball bounce, not your brain.”

You snorted. “What kind of advice is that?” He shrugged. “It made sense in my head.”

—

Lesson Two: Shooting: It involved him standing behind you and lifting your elbows gently like you were a human crane game. You shifted awkwardly. “Atsushi, you’re way too close.”

“Makes it easier to help,” he mumbled, head resting against yours as he leaned down. “Plus, you smell good.” Your face lit up like a traffic light. “You’re not supposed to say that in the middle of a lesson!”

He smirked lazily. “You said this was a private lesson.” You groaned, threw the ball up — and to your shock, it actually went in.Murasakibara blinked. “Whoa. You made it.”

“Did you just sound proud of me?”

“No. I just didn’t think you’d get that lucky.” He smirked. “Maybe I am a good teacher.” You turned and flicked him in the forehead. He pouted.

After a few more shots (some airballs, some miracle baskets), you collapsed onto the floor beside him, both of you sweaty, tired, and smiling. “That was fun,” you said, grabbing your water bottle. “Thanks for actually getting up and moving.”

“Mmm,” he hummed, lying back down. “You did good for someone tiny.” You leaned over him, grinning. “Was that… praise from Murasakibara Atsushi?” He stretched lazily, arms above his head. “Maybe. But don’t let it go to your head.”

You reached out and pecked him on the cheek, soft and quick. He paused. Then turned his head to look at you, violet eyes blinking slowly.

“…Can I get that again?”

“Only if you keep teaching me,” you said playfully. He cracked a sleepy smile. “Okay, but next time… we bring snacks first.” You laughed, curling up beside him on the gym floor, where the basketball still slowly rolled to a stop. With Atsushi, everything might move a little slower… but it was always worth the wait.

Shintaro Midorima

You should’ve expected it. You told Midorima you wanted to learn basketball — expecting maybe a casual one-on-one in the gym. Instead, you walked into the court to find a whiteboard. A clipboard. A perfectly stacked pile of printed drills. And a USB loaded with video analysis. "Shin-chan…" you blinked, stunned. "Are we training for the NBA?"

Midorima pushed up his glasses, entirely unfazed. "If we’re doing this, we’re doing it properly." You approached the whiteboard, noticing hand-drawn diagrams of shooting form, angles, and—was that trigonometry?

“Did you seriously do math for me?”

"It’s geometry,” he corrected. “And yes. It improves arc precision.”

You stared. He didn’t blink. This man.

—

At first, the structure helped. Dribbling drills. Shooting angles. Footwork. But an hour in, your brain was fried and your hands ached. You missed a simple layup for the third time, the ball rolling away with a sad bounce.

“I hate this,” you groaned, collapsing to the court. Midorima adjusted his glasses again, checking the clipboard. “Your form collapsed because you didn’t pivot properly on your left foot. We can isolate that and run it again.” You flopped dramatically. “You know what I’d like to isolate? Your clipboard. Into a trash can.” He opened his mouth to reply, but you cut him off by sitting up, crawling toward him on your knees with a mischievous glint in your eye.

“Maybe I just need... a different kind of motivation.” His brows furrowed. “What are you talking about—?”

You leaned up slowly and tugged his tie — because yes, Midorima Shintarō came to a basketball lesson in a button-down and tie — and smirked.

“I think you’re taking this a little too seriously, Sensei.” Midorima froze, ears turning pink. “I-It’s important to—t-to have structure in training!”

“And what if I do better with... hands-on instruction?”

You leaned closer, just enough for him to register how close your lips were, how your breath fanned against his skin.

“…You’re misusing the concept of kinesthetic learning,” he muttered stiffly, though his voice was suddenly rougher, his hand twitching slightly at his side. You tilted your head, fingers still playing with the knot of his tie. “So teach me your way. But if I make the next shot... you owe me something.”

He blinked. “Like what?” You grinned. “A kiss.” His face turned a brilliant shade of red.

“I—! That’s—! Completely unnecessary!”

You stepped back, grabbed the ball, and with mock ceremony, squared up like he taught you. He watched, arms crossed tightly, lips pressed into a line. You shot. It hit the rim… and went in with a clean swish. You turned around slowly, arms lifted in silent celebration. “I believe you owe me, Midorima.”

He looked like he wanted the earth to open and swallow him whole. But after a second… he walked toward you. Every step was measured, tense. And then, in the most Midorima-like act of romance ever, he placed his hands gently on your shoulders, leaned down, and kissed you — carefully, almost scientifically — but when your hand slid up to cup his jaw, something changed. His posture eased. His grip tightened. His kiss deepened.

His clipboard clattered to the ground. You pulled away, breathless and smiling. “Still think it’s unnecessary?”

He cleared his throat, glasses askew, voice low. “...I may need to revise my reward system.”

You laughed and grabbed the ball again, tossing it lazily toward the hoop. “Better start preparing your incentives, then.” As it bounced off the rim this time, Midorima caught it one-handed and looked at you — and for once, there was a smirk behind that serious face.

“…You’ll miss on purpose next time, won’t you?”

“Maybe,” you teased. “But I think you’d like that.”

He didn’t deny it.

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c0ffeejelly1 · 11 months ago

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I can’t help but stare…

-Bros the type of guy to think, no believe full heartedly that you’re the most ethereal being in the word admiring you whenever he has the chance to

Cw: kinda spicy? Idk..just neck kissing bro.

* There you were, leaning back against the frame of the double bed you usually slept on.

* Your attention was glued to your phone, occasionally chuckling at something amusing you found on your feed.

* However, you weren’t alone on that cozy mattress.

* Another figure was nestled beside you, seemingly in a deep sleep—or so you thought.

* Unbeknownst to you, the figure who appeared to be dozing was actually wide awake, quietly watching you.

* you felt a gentle shift in the bed as he propped himself up and rested his head on your shoulder.

* Initially taken aback at first, due to you expecting him to be asleep, you quickly brushed off the surprise, paying no mind to it.

* returning to your aimless scrolling through your phone, you felt a light kiss being pressed onto your shoulder.

* It’s not that you minded nor was it not unwelcomed.

* you just found yourself curious where this sudden affection was coming from..

* “You good babe? Thought you were tired..”

* You could feel a gentle buzz on your skin from the soft sound he made to agree.

* He was worn out, but still wanted to be with you.

* It was pretty cute..

* “You don’t have to stay up for my sake y’know?..”

* You sort of felt bad.

* He must have been stirred awake by the laughter you were letting out while watching those videos on your phone...

* You could feel him mumble softly into your skin

* “..jus wanna see your face..”

* You noticed him slightly raise his head from your shoulder as you turned to face him, feeling a bit flustered by his directness.

* You really wanted to believe it, but deep down, you knew he was only awake because you were being loud.

* Maybe it was just his drowsiness, but to him, you were the most stunning person he’d ever seen, like you were crafted by the gods…almost as if you were made just for him.

* In that moment, he felt like the luckiest man alive as the two of you simply gazed into each other's eyes.

* He chose to break the silence by gently placing his hand on your cheek and leaning in to give you a tender kiss.

* Jesus you tasted just as good as you looked..

* He craved more. yearned for more.

* More of this incredible feeling.

* More of your lips.

* More of you.

* He wanted you. And he needed you badly.

* His kiss grew even more intense as he gently guided his hand to the back of your head, holding you close.

* You instinctively responded, resting your hands on either side of his face.

* It was surprising how someone who’d apparently never been in a relationship before could be such an incredible kisser.

* The kiss lingered on until you both found yourselves breathless.

* He finally pulled back, soft breaths escaping his lips as your eyes met.

* “Sorry..I can’t help myself, you look so beautiful...”

* You couldn’t help the small flutter in you chest at his words.

* You hadn’t really done anything special for yourself that night, just your usual skincare routine, but there he was, looking at you like you were the most stunning thing on the planet.

* You felt your mouth go a bit dry, unsure of what to say, while your phone played a video in the background.

* He pulled you in for another kiss, but this time he laid you back flat, his arms framing your head.

* For someone who was meant to be exhausted, he certainly had an abundance of energy.

* His kisses began to wonder from your lips to your chin, then your jaw, and eventually down to your neck.

* He took his time, savouring every inch of your face, ensuring no part went unnoticed before leaning in close to your ear and planting a soft kiss on your earlobe, a small desperate whine leaving his mouth.

* “..please baby..I need you.”

* Who were you to deny him of his needs?

* I mean you made him like this..

* The things you do to this man.

Characters I had in mind while writing this:

REIGEN (mob psycho 100)

KUROKO, kagami, Akashi (kuroko’s basketball)

Rengoku, TENGEN, Giyuu (demon slayer)

KAGEYAMA, TANAKA, nishinoya, akaashi, BOKUTO, hajime, osamu, kita (haikyuu)

CHOSO, Yuji, MEGUMI, gojo (jujustu kaisen)

REINER (attack on titan)

DENJI (chainsaw man)

- any character you would like

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ah0minecchi · 1 year ago

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LIKE, COMMENT and/or REBLOG if u wanna be on the tag list for the next chapter of my kuroko no basket fic :3 (next part is kagami’s) (link is in my pinned post) !!

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creampie-capital · 4 months ago

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✦ "𝐎𝐡 𝐦𝐲 𝐠𝐨𝐝!"

Staring at the test in your hands, the two pink lines seemed to be playing a trick on you. It was a miracle that you couldn't believe happened.

Your heart swelled with a variety of emotions while your vision grew blurry. A hand unconsciously rose to your mouth to hold in a sob of disbelief.

The idea of your family growing was not something the two of you brought up often, and if so, it was always mentioned for in the distant future.

But this was here, this was now, and it was all too surreal.

Glancing at the clock, you realize that you need to clean up all the rubbish and prepare dinner for when your towering 6'3 (190 cm) husband comes home from work.

The two-toned-haired man had recently been over-exhausted from his job at the fire station, and maybe the news of an additional family member would brighten his day.

Cleaning up your mess, you hid the positive pregnancy test in your sock and underwear drawer. It would be so much more impactful if it were to be a cute little surprise.

You took your time preparing dinner on the stove and setting the table for supper. A vibrant grin couldn't help but grow on your lips when you thought about setting another spot at the table for your child.

However, the sound of the front door opening and closing suddenly permitted the nerves to ignite in anxiousness.

Kagami desired to be a father like how he desired to win every game he played back in high school. There was envy in his fiery ruby-red optics when he looked at other families, but the question was, would he want one so soon?

Large and muscular arms retracted you from your thoughts as they wrapped around your midsection. Kagami placed a longing kiss on your left cheek, and you could smell the sweat emanating from his dirty skin.

Grinning at the physical touch, you leaned back against his chest as you continued to stir the contents inside of the pot.

"Welcome home, love." You greeted. "How was work?"

Your husband released a weary sigh and locked onto you securely. His head fit into the crook of your neck, his spiky hair brushing against your neck.

"That bad, huh? You should really take a break from work."

You could feel him nodding his head with his spiky hair tickling against your skin. "I'm so exhausted..." He murmured into your shoulder.

It took some skill to suppress another grin when your mind bounced back to the thought of your positive pregnancy test; depending on how he would feel, it could either brighten or lower his mood.

Patting his muscular tan arms, you turned off the stove and turned around in his arms to face him. He glanced down at you, and immediately, your lips were upon each other.

Always so sweet and savory his kisses were, and as much as you wanted to continue, you did not want for the food to grow cold.

"Well, wash up, then come sit down at the table. Don't stress yourself too much. Things will get better."

He nodded his head before leaving a soft kiss on the side of your neck and leaving for the shower. Once he entered the bathroom and the screeching of the shower's raging water pressure could be heard, you skipped into your shared bedroom.

The test was hidden in a small rectangular box meant for watches, and you swiftly hid it in your apron. Returning back to the kitchen, you placed the meals on your pristine porcelain white plates and sat in your unassigned assigned seats.

Silence filled your lovely home as he finished his shower, and after a few minutes, the muscular and toned man stepped out in a simple pair of sleeping joggers without his shirt on.

Water droplets were falling off his hair and dripping down his muscular tan shoulders. His torso was slightly steaming from the hot water. You gazed at him dreamily. 'That's why I'm pregnant.'

Naughty, naughty, you needed to calm yourself as you chuckled to yourself. Kagami shifted his gaze to meet yours with a perplexed expression.

A lopsided grin formed on your lips while you shook your head. "It's nothing, Love. Come sit down so we can eat together." You mused.

He didn't waste any time sitting next to you at the table and devouring the dinner with his incredibly outlandish appetite that grew worse after high school.

The thought of having a mini him had your heart swelling and blood rushing through your system as if you were on a rollercoaster.

It was beginning to become more nerve-racking the longer the seconds passed by.

Your husband glanced up at your face and then down at your barely touched dinner. His thick, split eyebrows creased in puzzlement before he swallowed the large bite in his mouth.

"(Y/n), is something wrong?" He queried oh so innocently.

You smiled at the sound of your name off his tongue and gripped the box tighter. "No, nothing, my love. Don't worry about it."

He placed his fork down and twisted his full body to face yours. "You got that eyebrow crease again when you're overthinking."

Kagami knew you so well just as much as you knew him; it made it hard to keep secrets on both ends.

Rolling your (e/c) optic, you reached down into your apron to take out the green box and handed it hesitantly to the tall male. "Here, it's a little present."

He himself rolled his eyes and took it from your fingers. "You didn't have to. It's not even my birthday." He jeered with a faint grin.

Your extremities clasped together as you observed him intently remove the lid, only for the white pregnancy test to be the first thing he witnessed.

He stared down with his fiery ruby red optics whilst his mouth hung open. Kagami sat dazed for what felt like hours but was really a minute. Abruptly, dread began to fill your body as you gazed at his non-moving body.

"T-Taiga." Your voice stuttered out as you sent a hand to touch his shoulder. Unexpectedly, Kagami gripped your wrist and pulled you into his arms.

His fingers held onto your waist tightly while he pushed his face into your neck. You could feel a stream of liquid suddenly fall down your neck and know it came from Kagami.

"I don't believe it. I'm really gonna be a dad?!" The man's voice was laced with excitement.

His words were slightly muffled in your shoulders, and you nodded your head. Then, you reached for his hair to scratch his scalp and massage it.

"I'm pregnant, Taiga. We're going to have a baby together." He squeezed your body tighter and began kissing all the way up from your collarbone to your jaw.

He pulled back, only for you to see the large grin on his face. "(Y/n), you keep making me happier and happier."

The two-toned-haired male lightly grasped your left wrist and brought your hand down from his head. He tenderly kissed your ring finger, which held the beautiful gold ring that made you his wife and only his.

"I love you so much, Taiga."

"I love you so much too, (Y/n)."

꧁𓊈𒆜 ━━━━━━━━━ 𒆜𓊉꧂

↳ᴋᴜʀᴏᴋᴏ ᴛᴇᴛꜱᴜʏᴀ

✦ "𝐂𝐚𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐛𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐞𝐯𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬?"

Tetsuya Nigō merely cocked his head to the side before barking at your feet. Your nose scrunched in disapproval as you dropped yourself on the couch with the Alaskan Malamute jumping up to rest by your side.

All the tension was building up in your muscles from the doctor's visit earlier, and it only grew with the ticking of the clock on the wall.

It shouldn't have been a surprise to find out you were pregnant with your husband's child; it was partially your fault for enticing him so much that one night.

However, you weren't sure if it was exactly great news. The two of you were still relatively young, married only for a few years that you could count on one hand.

The issue wasn't that you were afraid to tell him. After all, he was a kindergarten teacher. He adored children and worked with them every day.

You both shared a conversation about kids, and he revealed that he would love to have one or two...in the future when you two were much older.

A sigh reverberated from your lips as you reached over for a quilt and covered your legs with it, Tetsuya Nigō crawling under so he could rest with his head in your lap.

Even with your myriads of thoughts running at the speed of sound in your head, you knew better than to take it out on a harmless animal.

Your scowl morphed into a minuscule smile as you began scratching his head while your other hand reached for the remote to turn on one of your favorite guilty pleasure shows.

It wasn't long before the front door opened, and the sound of his keys jiggling echoed through the foyer.

The front door was opened, and you didn't even turn around to face your blue-haired husband. "Welcome home."

"Hey," Kuroko murmured as he shuffled off his shoes and neared your frame. He turned his head to face the screen to see that vulgar show that was particularly loud. It had sound effects and songs that just seemed to screech in his head.

He expressed his displeasure frequently whenever it was on, and you knew it was the last thing he wanted to hear after finishing work. But you need that show right now to maintain low-stress levels.

"I know it's not right for me to tell you to change the show, but," He released a hefty sigh as he collapsed next to you on the couch. His hands found the remote and turned down the volume to barely above five. "At least don't have it blasting."

"I'm pregnant." You revealed point blankly while snatching the remote and raising the volume again.

His eyes enlarged, his gaze fixed on the side of your impassive face, which remained focused on the TV screen. Silence sat on his tongue as the information worked through his brain. When he had finally processed such vital news, he lightly placed his hand over yours, which was holding the remote.

Your gaze shifted slightly to glance at him while he muted the sound. If you had not been used to his apathetic expressions, you would have missed the shimmer in his bright, periwinkle eyes. "You're pregnant?" He asked as he kept his voice from wavering.

In response, you shrugged your shoulders and whacked his hand off yours to raise the volume again. Your body pressed into the corner of the couch as if you were attempting to shield yourself from the impending statement.

Tetsuya Nigō could probably sense the moody tension and playfully licked at your fingers.

"(Y/n)." Your name was called out sternly.

That serious and humorless tone of voice nearly had shivers run up your spine. Guess it was finally time to get to the meat of the bone. Pausing the show and clasping your hands together on the back of your dog, you shifted your gaze to face your husband.

"Tetsuya."

"Why are you acting like this?" He queried while raising his arms to cross over his chest. "You're acting like what you told me is nothing. That is not nothing." There was a slight crease in his eyebrows.

A frown etched deeply on your face as you respired heavily. "I'm not. I know how serious it is. It's just that I know you don't want a baby right now, with work and all. Before, you've said that you wanted to wait until we were older."

The firmness in his eyes softened, and so did his brows. He laughed almost breathlessly while covering it slightly with his hand. "You can be so silly sometimes." Your frown stretched into a scowl. "Yes, I did want to wait until later in the future, but I also said that when I had just started my career. I have a steady job now and money saved. I can take care of you and-" He placed one of his hands on your barely showing stomach. "I can take care of this little one."

Every fiber of your being had relaxed, the tension fading while you placed a hand over his. "But we are still so young." You murmured.

He nodded his head before leaning in and placing a soft smooch on your lips. "That is true, yes. But I want nothing more than to spend my time with you and raising our child." Kuroko informed, his hand on your belly warming the skin beneath.

Yes, that is 'our' child. A baby is growing in your tummy, a clear sign of your bond. You giggled slightly to yourself for having such pessimistic thoughts about this sweet man.

"What?" Your husband asked, his lips slightly quirked.

Grinning, you shook your head while reaching over to wrap your arms around the back of his neck. "Nothing, just happy."

"I'm happy, too."

꧁𓊈𒆜 ━━━━━━━━━ 𒆜𓊉꧂

↳ᴀᴏᴍɪɴᴇ ᴅᴀɪᴋɪ

✦ "𝐍𝐨𝐰 𝐨𝐟 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞𝐬!?"

A groan echoed in the bathroom as you tossed the test down on the counter. Your hands pressed into the marble as you leaned your weight on it.

You wanted to swear or at least cry a little, but it was in the middle of the night. Aomine couldn't know this yet, so you still have to work your own head around this information in silence. It took you all day just to work up the courage to do it because you couldn't relax enough to go to sleep.

With your husband's ability to nearly sleep through anything, you let yourself swear under your breath. This was reality; several tests all displayed 'positive.' All seven different brands stared right back at you with that +.

Stepping back, you ran a hand through your hair and glanced at yourself in the mirror. You looked like a nervous wreck right now, and you were feeling like one, too. Your legs could barely hold you up, and you let yourself drop to the ground.

Slouching against the door, you bit your lip and stared at the tiled floor. Were you excited to have your husband's baby? Well, of course, you've dreamed of having a big family with him since high school.

The issue and the reason why you were feeling queasy had to do with your husband's profession.

As a diligent and actively engaged Police Lieutenant, he was constantly rushing in and putting himself in danger every day. It did not help with his stubborn and reckless personality, which often resulted in him doing things before thinking.

It was his passion, and he was passionately dedicated to his job. He desired to help those in need and make your city safer. So if it meant getting a few cuts and gashed here and there, he was fine with it.

To accomplish his goals, he would put himself in danger, which was the bane of your existence and what kept you up at night.

Yes, you wanted this baby, but the dread was holding back any form of excitement. What if he is killed, leaving you and your child alone? You can barely even stand the idea of your child having to grow up without ever being able to meet their father.

There was a groan from outside the door before it was abruptly opened. The sudden movement spurred you to fall back and knock your head on the carpeted floor.

As soon as your eyes met his navy blue gaze that had his brows quirked inquisitively, you bounced back up to your feet.

Aomine released a tired sigh as he scratched at his bare stomach. "I gotta take a piss."

"Yeah." You squeaked before clearing your throat. "Yeah, of course. Gimmie a second." Discreetly, you tried to close the door while pushing the test into a drawer.

However, his keen eyes must have caught a glance as he pushed the door open effortlessly and stepped inside. "(Y/n)." He stated in the manner in which you knew you might not be able to lie your way out of this. "No wonder you were hacking up a storm the past month."

Your stomach stirred as if you were going to retch at that moment, yet you pushed it down with a strenuous swallow.

"It's not what you think." You mumble, eyes stationed on the ground from the inability to meet his gaze.

The navy-headed male scoffed as he pushed you aside to open the drawer. He stared at the multiple tests for a few seconds before leaning against the door frame and folding his arms. "When were you going to tell me?"

With eyes stationed on your feet, you mumbled out a response shamefully. "I just took them, so I wasn't sure yet. I definitely hadn't planned for you to find out tonight."

He must have been glaring at you with how you felt his piercing gaze. Abruptly, the tan-skinned man grasped your left wrist and yanked you to his chest. Your gaze shot up at his handsome face, which was showcasing evident anxiety and vexation.

"Why didn't you want to tell me? It's not something to hide unless it's not mine." He conveyed as if it hurt him to say those words.

It did not take long at all for you to feel guilty. "Can you not accuse me of having an affair and listen to me." You stated that your husband responded a few seconds later by releasing your wrist. Respiring another breath, your hands found their pace anxiously at your belly. "It's just that I have a lot to fear. You put yourself in danger all the time, just rushing in. I can't bear it if you die and leave me and this kid all alone. I know you love your job, but-"

He ceased your rambling by leaning down to place his lips on yours and kiss you nearly zealously. His arms moved to grip the back of your thighs as he lifted you effortlessly and rested your bottom on the counter.

You didn't want to give in, but how could you give up such an intimate kiss? You responded in the same manner, kissing him deeply, expressing yourself heartily. There will be no other man that you could love like this. If you were to lose him, it would be like having half of yourself ripped out.

A single tear had fallen from your eye, which your husband immediately noticed. He pulled back with a heavy inhale and swiped the tear away with the back of his hand.

His gaze was much softer, and he must have thought deeply about your fear. What if he were to be gone? Then he could never touch you, either. Aomine pressed himself between your legs as he enveloped his strong arms around your torso and pulled you in for a firm embrace.

"I know it scares you, baby." He expressed softly and placed a kiss on your temple. "It scares me too sometimes. But I would never leave you alone to fend for yourself. Hell would have to freeze over first before I ever give up and die."

"I know." You sniffled.

The navy-eyed male released an arm, placing an open palm underneath your sleep shirt and resting it on your belly. "All I want to do is protect you, make sure nothing could ever happen to you. I'll do the same for this baby, but for damn sure, I'll be here to experience it. I can't go die before my wife and child."

Of course, you just had to cry. You couldn't hold back the streams of tears as they cascaded down your face. Leaning forward, you wrapped your arms around his back and pressed your face into his chest. "I love you."

"I love you too, ya' big crybaby." You could practically hear a grin in his voice. He hugged you back just as tenderly before pulling back and holding your shoulders. His navy blue eyes looked as if he were examining something on your chest inquisitively.

"I can't wait for your boobs to grow! They're gonna get humongous!"

Aaand, there he goes, ruining a sweet moment. "Daiki!"

꧁𓊈𒆜 ━━━━━━━━━ 𒆜𓊉꧂

↳ᴀᴋᴀꜱʜɪ ꜱᴇɪᴊᴜʀᴏ

✦ "𝐈'𝐦 𝐠𝐨𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐜𝐫𝐚𝐳𝐲."

You've read the same sentence over and over at this point, the same thing as you're unable to get any farther than that in your book. Attempting to keep your mind preoccupied with the thriller fantasy remained futile as your mind continued to replay your doctor's visit over and over again.

For a few weeks, you've been feeling ill and sickly, with your stomach churning every time you ate. Even your breast felt plumper, and your joints ached, so at that point, you knew it warranted a doctor's visit.

Assuming it was the flu, you were proved a fool when the doctor declared your illness as pregnancy.

Overjoyed, you couldn't have smiled any larger after hearing the news. Yet that smile had swiftly fallen when you thought deeper about it. Yes, you were going to have your lovely husband's child, but you were also going to birth an heir for his company.

You knew exactly how difficult it was to grow up in a wealthy household with an overbearing, demanding father. Akashi experienced an even worse version of that, and it made sense that it was exactly how your husband was going to act.

It's all he knew, and like father-like child, they would have the same mindset. Strive for the best and win no matter who you have to crush.

It was a not-the-healthiest environment, and you couldn't bear to give your child such a stressful workload and a domineering father. There was only so much you could do to give your child an actual childhood without straining your relationship with your husband.

By raising the child maturely, he'd be taking away his child's youth just as his own father had.

At the time, the doctor had noticed your sudden uneasiness and handed over a business card: "If there is something wrong and you are unable to have this baby, then you can call this number and schedule a meeting. They'll do it safely and ethically. However, it is your choice to choose whatever will be best for you and your baby."

Her words have stayed in your head, droning over again and again as you weighed your options. You loved your husband deeply, with all your heart, considering how you married him almost right after high school. Continuing your lineage wasn't a topic brought up, as you both enjoyed the bliss of married life.

You two are still young, and you weren't sure if you were ready to disrupt that life because of the chaos of raising a child with different views. Soon, you were going to have to make a decision; you couldn't just lie in bed all day.

A) You could give birth normally and fight nearly all the time on the way to raising your child.

B) Let the information of pregnancy remain a secret and get an abortion.

C) Pack your things and leave without informing him to raise the child in secret yourself.

All of them seemed like such extreme options, with neither being able to produce the greatest result. Either way, you're going to have to choose one.

The sound of your bedroom door opening snapped you out of your myriad of thoughts and brought you back to the present. Darting your eyes back down to your book, you attempted to seem preoccupied.

"I see that you are better." Your husband's voice fills the room as he steps closer to the bed. He rested the back of his hand against your forehead and felt the heat of it. "Still warm, however."

Glancing up, you gave him a slight nod and cleared your throat. "Welcome home, love. I didn't expect you to be home so early. I was even going to take a bath."

He hummed in response and leaned down to kiss your temple. "Don't let me stop you," he murmured with a slight quirk on his lip. "There wasn't much to discuss at the meeting, so instead of wasting everyone's time, I sent everyone home early."

You could only produce a weak smile before returning your attention to your book. "In a little bit, then."

Akashi nodded as he stepped back to stride over to the walk-in closet and removed the blazer from his black suit. "So, how was your doctor's appointment?" Clothes shuffle, and the bin clicks as he changes. "I assume that it was nothing serious as you're not freaking out or acting as if your dying."

His teasing remark almost makes you laugh, but the situation is dire. "It was the flu, so my doctor prescribed some medicine and bed rest." You'll lie for now and take the time to figure out the game plan.

He hummed to himself before walking out and fixing the buttons on his sleepwear. "I see, so there is nothing else?" He queried with his duo-colored gaze, staring at your face.

You shook your head no while keeping your attention focused on the book, even though you've been looking through your peripheral.

Nodding his head of bright crimson hair, he stepped back into the closet, and you released a breath you didn't know you were holding.

The stress was getting to you already, and it seemed that you would take up that bath now. Pushing yourself up to your feet, you dragged yourself to the personal bathroom and turned on the faucet.

Gushing hot water pooled in the porcelain white basin before it became oblique as you sprayed bubbles and bath salts into it.

Discarding your clothes right there, you stepped in carefully before relaxing against the cushioned backrest. It seems Akashi was already lying down as he left you to enjoy your bath in peace.

And so you did, turning on the jets and letting the pulsating water massage your tense muscles. It wasn't until your fingers were pruned and the water-cooled that you got out and wrapped yourself in a towel.

In the main room, your husband was lying down while reading a newspaper. "Did you have a nice bath?" He asked without looking your way.

"Yes." You murmured while entering the walk-in closet and searching for loose sleepwear.

"You know," Akashi began, and your heart skipped a beat of dread. "I've acted unaware to spare some from appearing incompetent, but I do not like being played a fool."

Almost immediately, your mouth grows dry, and you struggle to swallow. "Where are you going with that?"

He doesn't respond immediately; you can only hear the sound of his newspaper shuffling. Waiting a few more seconds and only receiving silence, you stepped out and peered nervously around the corner.

Of course, the man himself sat crossed arm on his side of the bed as he met your gaze. "I don't like liars, (Y/n)."

"But I didn't!" You refute before sighing and sitting at the edge of the bed on your side. "I just hadn't had the time to think it through."

"Huh?" The bright-eyed man questioned. "What is there to think through? You're pregnant with my heir, and we have everything we need to provide for that child."

Biting your bottom lip, you contemplate whether or not you should now begin arguing about how you'd both differ on raising this baby. "Of course, the materialistic aspect is there, but Sei... you don't have much fatherly instinct. You treat everything like it's a business transaction."

Akashi's duo-colored eyes looked up in the right corner as he placed a curled finger against his chin. "Do I treat our relationship like that?" He asked almost playfully, yet there was an underlying vexation to it.

"Well, you used to. It wasn't until we had that break you came back to me, actually showing your vulnerability and willingness to not put up a wall with me." You picked your words carefully, not desiring to insult him or make him feel embarrassed.

"That's right, before." His clothes shuffled as he stood up to venture around the bed and take a seat by your side. "It's a shame you think so low of me and decide to lie. I'm your husband, the only person you're supposed to be truthful with."

You feel shameful and are unable to meet his gaze even as he's right by your side. "I-I don't. We are both aware of how our parents raised us, and you have taken after your father in more ways than one. I just know you'll raise them with independence and maturity that would snatch away the ignorance of childhood."

Silence, you can barely even hear the sound of your own breathing. What was he thinking? Was he taking you seriously, or would he just think it was the hormonal ramblings of a pregnant woman?

"(Y/n)." He calls tenderly and reaches over to place a hand over yours that was in your lap. "I understand where you are coming from, but I wish you had had this conversation with me earlier instead of thinking so low of your own husband."

"I'm sorry."

Akashi sighed and leaned over to wrap an arm around your shoulder so he could hug your side. "You were not completely baseless; however, with you by my side, you'd be the voice of reason to step in if I were to fall into my father's ways."

This time, you were finally able to raise your head and meet his gaze. "But that is how relationships become strained, with the constant arguing." You state almost with a quivering lip.

"I'd like to think that our relationship is stronger than that." He mused with his other hand, which was still covering your hand, to tap at your wedding ring. "We will figure things out, my love. But we have to communicate, not keep things to ourselves. And I know you always try to fix things yourself, but marriage means sharing that burden."

A slight grin plays on your lip as you look at him. "I always knew you were very mature for your age, but I hadn't known you were this judicious. I'm sorry for lying and almost doing something drastic."

"And I'm sorry for making it seem that you couldn't trust me. We still have a lot to learn about our marriage."

꧁𓊈𒆜 ━━━━━━━━━ 𒆜𓊉꧂

↳ᴍᴜʀᴀꜱᴀᴋɪʙᴀʀᴀ ᴀᴛꜱᴜꜱʜɪ

✦ "𝐈 𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐈 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐠𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐟𝐚𝐭."

The growing weight and plumpness of your breasts were something you had assumed resulted from the considerable amount of sweets you eat together. You also had been eating confectionaries that had been too rich before.

But it made sense that the food cravings you've been having were all sweets, the favorite of your dear sweet husband. The food bill is going to get out of control with now the added hankerings of a child.

Though, as great as the news was, you did have some reservations about the situation. You had not been born the healthiest, with a forever ailment cursing your lungs. Your doctor was quick, as she provided a prescription and set up appointments with specialists to be on top of that.

It might be a difficult pregnancy, but the aspect of growing a whole new life in your belly was a difficult and strenuous task to begin with. However, having a family, a child, with the man you loved would give you such purpose.

However, the amount you need to clean from wrappers and rubbish might just drown you all. It isn't very pleasant cleaning all the time, but you cannot help but giggle and imagine the future with your husband and your baby.

It would be nice to have a little mini version of your husband running...no lazying around when your husband was at work for long hours or playing basketball with his high school buddies.

When you came home from your appointment, you were still on a blissful high from the information. It felt almost like a fairy tale, and nothing could break that joy currently.

Murasakibara should be leaving work soon, and you still haven't prepared dinner, so an idea came to mind. What better way to tell such important information than with his all-time obsession, confections?

Even though your husband was more skilled than you in baking, you've watched him enough to do some basic things. A small cake with four thinner cakes should do it. You'll ice them differently, with the left side being baby blue and the right a bright pink.

You'll use a frosting bag, put a thin point on it, and write the words, 'Would daddy like a girl or a boy?' It was cute, maybe a bit cringe-worthy, but that's what made it noteworthy. It's a memory that you'll never forget.

Placing it on the stand in the dining room, you returned to the kitchen to begin dinner. Another hour and the lavender-headed male will be coming home, so there is just enough time to make dinner.

It's so exciting and surreal to be pregnant, to hold a whole life right inside of you. You wonder if they'll look like your husband or have his lazy genes. The ability to imagine and envision a future of what is to come is so remarkable that you can't wait to share that joy with your husband.

"(N/n)-chin." Murasakibara's voice calls out as the front door closes.

Barely holding down a smile, you wipe your hands and approach him. "Hi, honey." He leans down just as you step up on your tippy toes to kiss him. He smells like candy and flour. "How was work, Atsushi?"

"Busy." He replied in his usual tone as he stood back to his full height to remove his coat. "What's for dessert?"

Your teeth bite into your bottom lip as you hold in a giggle. He's so silly and cute. "Well, I did make you something special, but how about you eat dinner first?" He clicks his tongue but silently walks with you to the kitchen to get his plate. "I'm not really hungry, but I'll sit with you while you eat after I finish washing dishes."

"Okay." He murmurs while grabbing his plate. You watch his hunching figure trek toward the dining room and internally squeal.

With jittery hands, you turn on the sink to begin washing dishes, yet it does not take long for you to hear him call out your name from the other room. "(N/n)-chin."

"Yes, honey?"

His heaving footsteps echoed as he approached before you saw him crouch by your side in your peripheral. Murasakibara's large hands reached for your hips as he slightly pushed your body at an angle so your stomach was facing him.

"It doesn't..." His fingers trailed toward your tummy as he lifted your shirt and dragged his calloused skin against the soft flesh. "It doesn't look like our baby is in there."

How does he always manage to say the sweetest things? Smiling, you turned off the water and bent down to look at his crouching figure. "That is because I've only been pregnant for a few months, honey. Our baby is only about the size of a plum."

"Tiny." He whispered with his violet eyes twinkling. The large man leaned forward and pressed his lips against the soft flesh of your belly. "So tiny. How am I not going to hurt such a tiny thing?"

Ugh, there is only so much cuteness you can take, and you're close to overloading. "Well, when they come in nine months, they're going to be much larger. And with it being your baby, it might be one heavy baby." You teased while reaching down to caress the side of his face.

Your husband hummed, vibrating your belly as he appeared to think to himself. "I wonder what kind of candy they'll like?"

"Ah, ah." You stressed the vowels and patted his face a little harshly. "They won't be able to digest candy for months, maybe even several years."

"Annoying." He grunted before blowing a raspberry on your tummy. Your abdomen flexed as you giggled and pushed him from the tickling. "I want to feed them sooner. I want to feed them now."

Wagging a finger, you spoke to him sweetly. "Nine months. Now, get up, and you can feed me some cake for now."

꧁𓊈𒆜 ━━━━━━━━━ 𒆜𓊉꧂

↳ᴋɪꜱᴇ ʀʏᴏᴜᴛᴀ

✦ "𝐖𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐢𝐟 𝐢𝐭'𝐬 𝐄𝐛𝐨𝐥𝐚!?"

"Ryouta, don't be ridiculous." You chastised your overbearing and protective husband in the check-up room. "How would I even get infected with that?"

"Then it's gotta be COVID-19-" You placed a hand over his mouth as you rubbed your temples.

It's not as bad as he's been making it out to be. You've just been extremely lethargic and unable to sleep well. It felt like you were having the systems of PMS, which made you think that it was what just came with being a woman.

So you refused to go to the doctors at first, yet Kise, being Kise, rambled about the what-ifs, even suggesting cancer. At that point, you had to go in and put his mind at ease.

The doctor had already done some blood work and taken some samples, so the two of you were just waiting. "(Y/n)-cchi, what if it's something deadly because you took so long to get a check-up? That's why it's taking so long for us to get your results back!"

"My god(s)!" You snapped and pinched his cheek harshly. "Stop assuming the worst, you hypochondriac! It's probably the flu or something!"

"Actually!" Both of your heads whipped towards the door as your doctor stepped in with a teasing grin. "I'm here to deliver some good news." Handing over a piece of paper, you snatched it quickly and read over the words.

"Pregnant?" You read it quietly before gasping audibly. "Pregnant?!"

Kise gripped your shoulders and shook you in your stop with this enormous, overpowering grin on his lips. "Pregnant! We're going to have a little us running around!" He squealed.

Your doctor nodded as he sat by his computer and began typing away. "It's always lovely to see the joy of new parents. I'll prescribe some prenatal and sleeping medicine for insomnia. I'm also going to put in a referral for the OB/GYN. You'll start to see them for your pregnancy checkups."

Still stunned by the new information, you struggled to hold in your own joy as you clasped your hands tightly around your husband and squeezed. How nice it will be to have a miniature version of your partner while he is gone long hours flying.

"Alright, that's done. The two of you are free to go and celebrate if you have no more questions," the doctor conveyed. With that, Kise did not need to be told twice, as he was rushing the two of you out of there.

He's practically dragging you outside and toward his car. "Baby! Babies! Hehe, we're going to have the cutest baby!" He giggles with that massive grin.

It's infectious, and you struggle to hold down your own smile. "We are going to have the cutest baby ever."

Agreeing with your remark, he opened the passenger side door and ushered to you. However, once you sit down, he's already leaning over to buckle you up himself. "Ryouta, I can do it myself. I'm not disabled."

"I know~." He stretches his words before kissing you on the lips and then on your nose. "I just feel like I need to step up and be the most amazing husband and soon-to-be father. And I get the excuse to dote on you in the meantime."

You feel the strain in your cheeks as you smile again, with warmth blossoming on your face. "Oh geez, you can be so cute sometimes."

"No, you." He refuted while crouching, his hands reaching to grasp your hand. Kissing the wedding ring on your finger, he meets your gaze with strong, unwavering eyes. "Not only do I get to have you as my wife, but now the mother of my child. This is so cool!"

Even though Kise can be overdramatic, loud, and overbearing, he is bright, bubbly, and a big ball of optimism. He was easy to love...and easy to get annoyed with, too, but it was even more challenging to be mad at him. Either way, you loved him with all your heart. Now, your family of two will be three in nine months.

To think you'd be a mother already, phew, was still a little shocking, but it was still extremely prideful. You get to have this lovingly amazing man's baby.

You must have had an affectionate expression on your face, considering your husband couldn't help but lean up and kiss your lips tenderly. He tasted like coffee cake. "All buckled up, mommy~." Kise sang before making his way to his side of the car."

Rolling your eyes, you leaned back and crossed your ankles. "Don't be cringe."

"It's in my nature." He rebutted while turning on the car and pulling out of his parking spot. "Ouu! I can't wait until I tell everyone at basketball. Especially my co-pilots. They're gonna be so jealous!"

"Oh, I'm sure." You mused and reached over to hold his free hand. "You'll be a great father, Ryouta."

He peeked over at you, his face blushing softly as he grinned again and returned his vision to the road. "I love you so damn much."

"I love you too, you silly man."

꧁𓊈𒆜 ━━━━━━━━━ 𒆜𓊉꧂

↳ᴍɪᴅᴏʀɪᴍᴀ ꜱʜɪɴᴛᴀʀᴏᴜ

✦ "𝐓𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐢𝐬 𝐬𝐮𝐜𝐡 𝐚 𝐰𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞."

It's taking forever to get your results back from the doctor. You honestly should have gone home instead of agreeing to wait. You don't have all the time in the world to just sit around and bide your time just to be told what kind of sickness you have.

It would have been so much easier if your husband, who was an accomplished doctor, could give you a check-up himself. However, his fear of germs and your coughing quite literally had him push you away and set up an appointment for you on his computer.

And, of course, on the day of, he was called in, so you had to go alone, which made you even more annoyed. Now you're just here, lying on the examination table with your fingers tapping on your own arm. It just so happened that even your phone had died, so now you have nothing but your own rambling thoughts to fill the time.

However, you will admit that it is nice to have a break from the Oha Asa radio station blaring from Midorima's office at home.

You loved that man and all his quirks, but sometimes, they did get bothersome if you were already on your last nerve.

Abprutly, there was a knock at the door that spurred you to fling up and fix your sitting position. Your doctor came in with a smile, though you couldn't hide your surprise when she was followed in by your husband.

"Shintarou?" You called and rubbed at your arms anxiously. "Is everything okay?"

The basil-headed man attempted to speak, yet he tripped over his words, which compelled the blush on his face to grow in hue.

Your doctor sighed and pushed him aside as she met your gaze. "Great news! You're pregnant, Midorima-san!"

With your mouth falling agape, you thrust your head forward as your heart skipped a beat. "You have to be joking with me. What's really wrong?"

The two doctors gave each other a side-eyed look before glancing back at you. "We are serious, (Y/n)." Your husband stated. "Your bloodwork proves that you are p-pregnant." He tripped over his words with the ruddiness on his cheeks darkening.

"Oh." You muttered, slouching in your seat with your gaze dropping to the ground. "Oh." Once your brain started working, you pointed an accusing finger at the emerald-eyed man. "This is all your fault, ya' damn green bean!"

"(Y/n), please, not here." Midorima pleaded with his hands raised.

You could only 'hmph' to yourself while crossing your arms beneath your bust. "Now I have to be disabled for nine months. I won't be able to bend over or even tie my own shoes. And I'm going to get so fat."

The doctor laughed while she wrote something on a piece of paper. "It gets easier with time. I'll leave you two alone for now, but I'll give you this paper with your prescription and appointment date." She handed it over and congratulated you both once more before leaving the room.

Midorima cleared his throat as you stared at him with a brow raised. Your finger was tapping impassionately as your legs swung. "I-I'll call Takao to take you home." He murmured without meeting your gaze.

You hummed in response, glaring right at his head. He appeared to have more he wanted to say yet struggled to relay them. Instead of wasting both of your time, he turned around and grasped the handle yet stalled like a statue.

Slowly, he turned back to face you and bit into his bottom lip. "I...I am delighted that we get to grow our family." Your glare fell in an instant at his words. "There's no one I'd rather be married to or have be the mother to my child."

At that moment, your annoyance had dispersed with the realization that you would really be growing your soulmate's baby within you. A child shared between your love will be here in nine months and will be loved wholeheartedly by their father.

Midorima has a lot of love to give, and you can be sure that your child will only know what a loving household is like.

"Sweet talker." You jib and release your crossed arms to help push yourself off the examination table. "I know you'll be a great father." Your hands found his waist as you leaned up on your toes to kiss him on the lips. "We can talk more about this later.

Even his nose looked bright pink as he shifted his gaze away bashfully. "Please do not tease me at work."

"Don't test me."

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✦ᴅᴏɴ'ᴛ ʙᴇ ᴀꜰʀᴀɪᴅ ᴛᴏ ʀᴇQᴜᴇꜱᴛ ᴀ ᴄᴇʀᴛᴀɪɴ ꜱᴄᴇɴᴀʀɪᴏ, ɪ'ᴍ ᴍᴏʀᴇ ᴛʜᴀɴ ʜᴀᴘᴘʏ ᴛᴏ ᴏʙʟɪɢᴇ ɪɴ ʏᴏᴜʀ ʀᴇQᴜᴇꜱᴛ ʙᴄ ɪ ᴡʀᴏᴛᴇ ᴛʜɪꜱ ᴛᴏ ꜰᴜʟꜰɪʟʟ ᴍʏ ʙʀᴇᴇᴅɪɴɢ ᴋɪɴᴋ, ʀᴇᴇᴇᴇᴇᴇᴇ ✦ᴘʟᴇᴀꜱᴇ ᴠᴏᴛᴇ ᴀɴᴅ ᴄᴏᴍᴍᴇɴᴛ ꜱᴏ ɪ ᴄᴀɴ ᴋɴᴏᴡ ʏᴏᴜ'ʀᴇ ᴇɴᴊᴏʏɪɴɢ ᴛʜɪꜱ ᴀɴᴅ ᴄᴀɴ ʀᴇᴀᴅ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴄᴏᴍᴍᴇɴᴛꜱ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴍᴀᴋᴇ ᴍʏ ᴅᴀʏ! ✦8,042 ᴡᴏʀᴅꜱ

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↳𝐖𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐄 𝐈𝐧𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐚𝐝 𝐨𝐟 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐬𝐜𝐞𝐧𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐨𝐬 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐊𝐍𝐁 𝐜𝐚𝐬𝐭 𝐚𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐛𝐨𝐲𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝, 𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲'𝐫𝐞 𝐚𝐥𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐲 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐡𝐮𝐬𝐛𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐰𝐚𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐨 𝐞𝐱𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐨𝐝 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐛𝐲 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫 𝐬𝐢𝐝𝐞.

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𝐌𝐚𝐦𝐚 signing out

See ya later, 𝐁𝐚𝐛𝐲 𝐌𝐨𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐬!

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nosyp · 4 months ago

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What would being the 2nd manager for teiko be like?

Aomine

He likes to pretend he doesn’t care but literally only eats because you remind him

He hates when you scold him for missing practice, half because he hates seeing you upset and half because he thinks you're being annoying

Will literally lay his head on your lap and not move until you threaten to dump water on him

Gets weirdly smug when you scold him, like "Damn, you really care about me, huh?"

Murasakibara

The big back gets REALLY pouty when you scold him for eating only junk food. Like so what if he eats junk food sometimes... (but it's like all the time)

Can't lie, his first instinct when he sees you is probably to demand food

He LOVES using you as a human pillow. He uses you as one 24/7, non stop and he hates when you move. He complains IF you move.

Kise

Kise's constantly being like "Managerrrr~ notice me more!" even though you already do...

Will exaggerate a minor injury just to make you fuss over him. "Manager!! It hurts really really bad, please help," or something along the lines of that

Takes pictures of you when you're not looking and captions them "My personal angel 💖." (Bro's in his own world... let him be)

Gets genuinely sulky when he sees you doting on the others more than him

Midorima

He subtly leaving lucky items for you despite saying he doesn't care about you

He likes to say he doesn’t need your help but then wordlessly hands you his water bottle before every game

If you forget to bring it? Disaster. Tragedy. Unacceptable. (Did he forget HIS lucky item)

Insists he doesn’t believe in luck when it comes to you but will still leave lucky items in your bag

Will literally shove you out of the way if something dangerous is falling nearby aaaand then act like it was no big deal

Akashi

He acts like he’s above needing care but lowkey loves how soft you are with him, like keep being taking care of him even if he says to stop

You once made him go to bed early, and the next day he was like "Thank you. I feel reborn."

Gets this weirdly content expression whenever you take care of him, like "Ah, so this is what it feels like to be spoiled."

If anyone disrespects you? They no longer exist. Simple. Just don't ask where they went...

Kuroko

He's mostly just silently being there for you the same way you’re there for them

Never asks for anything but appreciates everything you do

Will randomly appear at your side with your favorite drink like "You looked tired."

He’s always watching out for you in his own quiet way, making sure you don’t overwork yourself

If you ever seem upset, he’ll just sit beside you in silence until you feel better (ANGELLLLLL)

#gom x reader #kuroko tetsuya x reader #kuroko no basket #kuroko's basketball #kuroko tetsuya #kuroko x reader #akashi seijuro #knb akashi #akashi x reader #akashi seijirou #aomine x reader #aomine daiki #knb aomine #murasakibara x reader #murasakibara atsushi #kise ryota x reader #kise ryouta #midorima x reader #midorima shintarou

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heaven-s-black-box · 1 year ago

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Notes- To the Beach!; GOM x fem!Reader

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Recovery date: May 10th, 2024

Description: hiii!! hope your having a good day, I was wondering if I could request GoM x reader (separately) with a maybe more quiet and shy reader when they go to the beach and see her in a bikini (maybe a bit suggestiveee but it’s up to you!) they can get a bit flustered and protective 😭 thank you so much and dw if you don’t/can’t complete it <3,

Notes: This work was recovered in conjunction with @smtere we thank them for their contributions. Hope you don't mind the headcanons, it was the easiest for so many people. This is meant to be post last game, probably summer of their 3rd year.

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Akashi

Is the most outwardly chill about it

Though he does find his gaze drifting and lingering (Aomine got halfway through calling him out once before eating sand)

The first time he justifies it as admiring your swimsuit, every other time is just a whoopsie

He’s not weird about it though, and he tries his best not to stare

Makes sure you put on sunscreen/ cover up if he thinks you need it

Will complement how it looks on you

I did say “most outwardly chill” and I meant it

He may seem cool as a cucumber but if you hug him he will short circuit

He doesn’t get much affection on a normal day and while he is much more mature than his friends, I refuse to believe this boy is not fighting off indecent thoughts every so often

Build a sand castle with him please

Midorima

Flustered and can’t hide it

Dude is pink, and not from the sun

His gaze also drifts and lingers but he won’t even give himself a chance to admire you

You cannot convince me Takao has not corrupted him, at least a bit, he can’t look at you without hear Takao teasing him

Like Akashi he looks out for you if you’re prone to sunburn

Midorima isn’t weird about you wearing a bikini, he just makes it weird by actively avoiding looking anywhere but your face

He definitely relaxes throughout the day though

By the time you’re leaving he compliments you, having finally looked somewhere other than your face

He’s fine with whatever you want to do, might even begrudgingly let you bury him

Kise

The most chill, he has sisters so bikinis aren’t something overly suggestive to him

That said it’s you so it does make him a bit flustered

He is also the most obviously protective because as a model he’s very familiar with… lingering gazes, there will always be weirdos

Keeps a shirt on while on the beach, claiming he can’t afford to burn, but it's actually incase you want it for whatever reason

He definitely enjoys the extra contact though, whether that be an arm around your waist or offering to carry you on his back, Kise strikes me as a touchy person

If your swimsuit starts to come loose he’ll offer to fix it for you

Showers you in complements

Wants to collect shells and swim

Murasakibara

Could not give two shits

Kise was chill, Murisakibara just doesn’t care

He compliments the swim suit, and he definitely stares a bit but when he gets caught he apologizes and looks away

Won’t initiate physical contact but doesn’t mind it, feeling your skin brush against his when you hugged him did make him jump a bit though

I don’t really have much to say here because I really don’t think he’d care

Although he will confront anyone making you uncomfortable, his stature is more than enough to make most people back down

Wants to spend the day lounging on the beach, you might be able to convince him to come float with you

Aomine

If it was anyone but Aomine it would be weird

Shamelessly stares

You can call him out on it but he’ll just make a sound of acknowledgement and keep staring, unless you tell him he’s making you uncomfortable

He may be forward and unashamed but he’s not a complete ass

If someone else is making you uncomfortable or just keeps staring he will fight them, though he tries to avoid that

Asked Momoi for one of her towel jackets for you incase you wanted it, he almost regretted it when she started teasing him for being a softy

He compliments you, but it’s stuff like “your boobs look nice”

Will imply he’d like to see you “show off” more often

Also fairly touchy, like Kise, and will offer to help fix your swimsuit if needed

He will also throw you into the water, there is no escaping

Kuroko

Like Akashi he’s outwardly cool and inwardly panicking just a bit

He will try and fight anyone making you uncomfortable but Aomine and the others have to save him

Like Akashi and Midorima will keep an eye out if you’re prone to sunburn

Any physical contact you make with him will spook him just a bit

He’s close with Momoi, and we know she wears bikinis so I think like with Kise they aren’t anything suggestive to him

I don’t have much to say here either because Kuroko doesn’t really wear his heart on his sleeve, though he will linger a bit closer to you throughout the day

Complements your swimsuit

Prefers to spend the day reading on the beach

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yeosatinyngz · 1 year ago

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Accidental Confessions

↳GN Reader | JJK Ver. | Saja Boys Ver.

A/N: My apologies if they’re ooc, I haven’t written knb in so long

#kuroko no basketball #kuroko no basket x reader #kuroko no basuke x reader #kuroko no basket scenarios #knb x reader #knb #knb smau #knb texts #knb scenarios #kuroko x reader #kagami x reader #akashi seijuro x reader #akashi x reader #midorima x reader #kise x reader #aomine x reader #murasakibara x reader #yeosatinyngz

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animeyanderelover · 9 days ago

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How Akashi, kuroko, aomine(knb), Atsushi, dazai(bsd), Kakashi(naruto) and gojo(jujutsu kaisen) would do if their darling reject their confession because they are philophobia(have fear towards love)? The reason behind it is because they got betrayed by their friends, family or lover in the past that they dont want to get their shattered heart broken again, feel free to reject it if you dont want to do it. Thank you~

Tw: Yandere themes, possessive behavior, obsession, stalking, delusional behavior, clinginess, paranoia, overprotective behavior, manipulation, guilt-tripping, blackmailing, threats, isolation, abduction

Tags: @shumidehiro @swagenemyartisan @o-ree-ve @jamayah @leveyani @izanami78 @lovley-valentine7

Darling has philophobia

Hatake Kakashi

📖Whilst not quite to the same extent as you, Kakashi is still able to understand partially where you come from. Your fear stems from betrayal, his from death. It has taken him years to recover yet even know he is still in the process of grieving and learning how to deal with the trauma of a past soaked in blood. The confession has taken a lot out of him as bearing his scarred heart isn't easy for him. The rejection obviously reinforces the thoughts in his head that warned him against doing such a stupid thing to begin with yet Kakashi doesn't let emotions get easily to him. In your case he is somewhat aware of your past and the pain you carry in your heart but up to this point he most likely wasn't aware just how deeply this betrayal had shaken you up. However, as a shinobi who has been doing this for years he picks up the way your voice shakes and the way your body starts trembling, the signs of fear and discomfort now. Whether it is an act of mercy or tactical retreat as he realises that by confessing he has now most likely made you terrified of being near him again, Kakashi disappears. And maybe he recognises something familiar in your brokennness that he too carries in his heart.

📖The following weeks after Kakashi becomes a ghost. Not like you notice that as you fiercely avoid all the shops and streets you used to bump into him frequently before. You are terrified of seeing him again and from the rooftops and shadows Kakashi watches all of that. The smartest move right now seems indeed to let you believe he isn't there anymore though as someone deeply protective and paranoid that never means that you are left unwatched. At the same time now he starts digging deeper into your past and the one event that shaped your trauma so much. He has known some details before but now that he has seen just how deeply you are still shaken he deems that he needs more information after all. The ones responsible are very much a trigger of yours so to protect your own sanity he decides to take certain cautions to ensure that you won't have to meet those people again under any circumstances. He has never taken therapy or properly opened up about his trauma to anyone so he doesn't know how to help further. Kakashi just knows that he doesn't want you to suffer quietly like he did. Until he has made a concrete plan though, he will go back to being the shadow on the rooftops.

Kuroko Tetsuya

👤Kuroko quietly retreats when you reject his confession. That doesn't mean that he doesn't notice the rather visceral reaction you exhibit when he tells you that he loves you. He doesn't fully disappear though. He stays close enough to continue observing you and so he witnesses how you storm away from the place as soon as he is gone. That one event leads to him slowly starting to question more than he already did before. Kuroko is already a boy prone to stalking you as he blends in so beautifully with his surroundings and his presence just goes unnoticed so often. Yet clearly there must be something huge that he hasn't found out before even with all the stalking he has done already. Something deeply personal though which has Kuroko hesitating briefly whether or not this is a line he should cross or not. As ironic as it is with him already intruding on your privacy, he would still like to respect your boundaries somewhat. Obsession is a dangerous thing though which eventually leads him to prod softly around within the loose circle of acquaintances you have and lurk closer to you all in hopes to figure out what the reason for your fear of love is.

👤When the secret is eventually unveiled, Kuroko doesn't confront whoever is responsible for it. That is not his style. Instead he becomes some sort of ghost who quietly haunts them and appears and vanishes seemingly out of thin air. Now it is obvious though what has you so terrified of love and Kuroko also realises that this must have affected you more than he might have initially anticipated. You require help and whether you take therapy already or not is something he would at this stage already know. Now, he has no problem being patient with you now that he knows what is going on with you. He doesn't wish to only worsen your already shattered perception of love, especially with the deep fear you have. Despite the obsession and quiet stalking what he ultimately hopes for is a real relationship based on mutual love and it would be unwise to force you into one without having you potentially spiral only further away. So Kuroko takes a few steps back but secretly he still orbits around you. You just never notice him and perhaps for now that is better. He'll just leave encouraging notes from time to time to try to let you know that someone out there would never betray you.

Aomine Daiki

💙This is bound to not go well. Aomine's obsession is passionate and unrelenting which could be quite charming coupled with the right darling. In this scenario though this is a disaster in the making as he doesn't respond well to the rejection from your side. In fact it bothers him so greatly that at first he is completely oblivious to the signs your body gives that should tell him that you are clearly in distress. His heartbreak, confusion and anger simply take priority in his mind as he grabs you and yanks you back, physically preventing you from turning your back on him and avoiding him with a grip not tight enough to hurt but tight enough to scare. He wants an explanation. Now. And it better be a good one. There's no way for you to physically free yourself from his grip and so you are left to his mercy, shaking and crying and stuttering broken words that make no sense. It is only the sight of tears that has Aomine snapping out of his own feelings. He lets go with a twisted expression of guilt which you use to bolt away. His frustration is far from gone though and he definitely ends up punching something to vent out the pain that he is feeling right now. Deep down he fears that he has fucked this up.

💙The mere sight of him has you running away with a speed that you definitely didn't possess before. Not that he isn't able to catch up with you but the moment he corners you, you start crying and trembling which always pushes him away as you are reduced to a state where you wouldn't be able to answer him any question anyways. Instead he has to figure things out through Momoi who approaches you more gently. Yet even she has a hard time getting through you and as a man with short patience eventually Aomine decides to take care of things in a more efficient way suited for him. He seeks out those he knows who are closer to you and threatens them to spill out what is going on. It's violent but that's how he finds out. The anger that has him lashing out on those responsible physically is born from two emotions though. The first one a fierce instinct to protect as they are the ones who wounded you emotionally so badly. The other one is possessive frustration though because they are the ones who ruined his chances to have you. The state he is in ever after is dangerous for he is volatile and gets jealous of everyone who actually manages to make you smile.

Akashi Seijuro

🏆Akashi's expression doesn't change when you reject him but the air seems to visibly drop. You can quite literally feel though how his gaze sharpens and starts to seize you up like a hawk inspecting prey and that is more terrifying than any word that could be spoken right now. So you do what you always do when confronted with potential love. You run away but his gaze lingers long after you have even left his sight as if he is watching you even when he isn't physically there anymore. Things with Akashi can take a terrifying turn if he is pushed and his other side gets out but initially he chooses to be civil and polite as if to silently give you a chance to at least offer an explanation. He picks up on everything and the quivering of your body and the crack in your voice all hinted at a great fear that was triggered the moment he confessed. You were never that terrified of him before so it has to be connected to the confession. However, such an extent of fear always has a reason. He just needs to find out what that reason is. And if you don't tell him yourself and instead choose to avoid him? Well, for him it won't be very difficult to find out what he wants to know himself.

🏆The very moment his one eye turns golden, things take a drastic turn for the worse. All respect for personal boundaries is gone as Akashi now actively starts searching for all personal information he needs. He wants information about the one responsible for your trauma to extract cold and cruel revenge on them for they have left you scarred whilst they still walk around without any guilt on their mind. Their apologies are meaningless for him though as he doesn't even want them to apologise. Neither to him nor to you. They will never even grace your life again after all. He finds out whether you attend therapy or not and if you aren't, he arranges for it to happen with a therapist he personally pays. For now he may not be able to have your heart as you are too terrified of love but Akashi arranges all the pieces necessary so that it can only belong to him by the end of it all. He forges dependency which is more binding than love in some ways will ever be. Because he strives to be so much more than just a lover. Akashi wants to be your everything, even if it'll take years. He has patience after all and until then he will just make sure that he will build a cage you will never get out of.

Nakajima Atsushi

🐅Atsushi already struggles immensely with his own self-worth so a rejection is about one of the worst things that could happen as he has been stressing himself out over this for weeks. He is a boy who wears his heart on his sleeves which leaves him vulnerable for emotional pain but he just can't help himself. So the agony he goes through is very obvious to anyone, including you. But you yourself are emotionally experiencing a storm too as you fear all that is connected to love. So even though there may be a glimmer of guilt when you see the tears in his eyes, you are too caught up in your own anxiety to comfort Atsushi. Your natural instincts to run away from this situation where you are presented with romance simply take over and in the next moment you're running away. Atsushi reacts to that because he believes that if he lets you go right now, he will never get you back. He has made that experience before. So he jumps forward to prevent you physically from leaving, tears already spilling pout of his eyes and begging for a chance to prove himself. Someone else has to physically intervene or otherwise he probably would have never let you go. In fact his grip would have only grown tighter.

🐅Atsushi is destroyed the following days after the rejection. He wallows in self-pity and probably spends his time locked away in his apartment, crying and failing to regulate his pain. It is most likely Dazai who slaps him out of that spiraling mess he sobs himself into and reminds him that he should take action instead of withering away. After all he still hasn't found out the reason behind your rejection. Who knows, maybe it isn't even Atsushi's fault but someone else's? That's the only thing that brings him back on his feet and so Atsushi starts inspecting. Dazai has been kind enough to already provide him with some information so that he can start from there and that is how Atsushi eventually arrives at his explanation to why you couldn't accept his confession. Because your own heart has been broken into pieces that still haven't healed to this day. It's not comforting. It in fact only worsens his clinginess and his need to fix you and to protect you from the harm of this world. But it does help Atsushi to redirect his pain to whoever is responsible for your fear and it helps to provide him with a purpose. To help you heal. Until then will do without your love. Even if it kills him.

Dazai Osamu

🤎Heartbreak and pain are things Dazai is very familiar with and perhaps because he has somehow always felt like the both of you were similar has he gotten so obsessed in the first place. Still, he would lie if he were to say that he didn't hope to be an exception to that fear of yours. Yet clearly you make no exceptions and so Dazai is left covering it all up behind the silly mask he so often puts on whilst his heart is splintering and bleeding. A part of you wants to be mad at you for he doesn't love easily yet it is in the sight after that he recognises something achingly familiar. It's in the way you tremble and avoid him so desperately after that he sees parts of himself. Only that Dazai has learned to hide it all away and look unaffected whilst you wear that bruised and broken heart of yours on your sleeves. It's beautiful but it also makes you so incredibly vulnerable. It is that belief of his though that only has him pinning harder after you as a broken soul like yours could never be understood by one that doesn't understand just how deeply love can hurt. Still, crucial information is still missing and so Dazai gladly ends up searching for more answers by diving deeply into your privacy. All is fair in love after all.

🤎There is something deeply personal about the way he reacts when he figures out what has been done to you. That betrayal you were put through by the one you loved most and who ended up using you in such a horrible way triggers him for reasons he cannot explain to the point where his facade completely drops and the demon beneath appears. Dazai starts hunting them down soon after. Not because he wants their apologies but because he wants to inflict even just a fracture of the pain you went through and still carry deeply within your heart. It's justice in his own cruel worldview as there is nothing that breaks more than a heart so they have no right to weep over broken bones. Then he turns all of his attention towards you. He starts bumping into your therapist to try to tickle some information out and does his best in an attempt to help. He understands best that you may never go back to the way you used to be before you were stabbed right into the heart by the one you loved most. But he doesn't care. Both of you are broken things after all and perhaps only someone whose heart has also been shattered could ever love someone with a heart torn to pieces.

Gojo Satoru

🩵Gojo isn't exactly used to rejection as most girls-and some men probably too- always give him their attention without him even having to try for it. From the very beginning you have been different but Gojo has never been arrogant enough to not notice that there has always been something that has held you back. When you reject him, he's hurt. Understandable in his mind as you are the first person he has ever truly loved and the only person he feels like he can be someone who isn't just Gojo Satoru. It is your own way of behaving though that forces his focus on your heartbreak and not his own which is in hindsight a good thing as otherwise he might have done something that would have only frightened you further. You're visibly fraying in front of his eyes in a way he has never seen before and immediately pride is pushed aside in favor of protection and worry. Yet the moment he leans closer, you run. You don't get very far as he quickly catches you up. Gojo wants to help you, he really does. But he is being too smothering and pushy with it all which only leads to increased fear from your side. You only manage to run away because he lets go when he realises that.

🩵After that day though Gojo truly starts intruding in on your personal life. He is unable to leave you alone, insists that he wants to help and that you need to tell him in order to do so yet you always try to disappear and hide. That isn't really working as his eyes allow him to always find you but as he fails to get anything out of you, he turns his attention to other people who are much more willing to give him the information he wants. He pays a short visit to the culprit shortly after though he doesn't harm them. One look at them is enough to tell him that he doesn't need to. Pathetic. He can be much better. He will be. For you. Soon after he starts meddling with every aspect of your life. You need help and support even if you don't think that you do. So he hires a therapist, he pays the bills you struggle to pay as your fear of all sorts of relationships terrify you and isolate you and he tries to force his way back into your life as he is the only one who can actually do so. You can't really stop him and most other people are slowly giving up on being as persistent as he is. That doesn't make them mindful as much as it makes their love weak in his eyes though. After all he is never going to leave you alone from now on.

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xlun1ax · 2 months ago

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III) Lover scenario

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❥ Being difficult > reader x lover

• Your lover is sad you didn't give attention

Cuddle, attention, kisses, fluff, slight angst, slight suggestive

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You're always making him confused.

He doesn't know why you're like this you just are. He remembers clearly yesterday you were acting like a bachelor. All you did in the morning, at night, when he's home, is that you just nodded when he greets you.

Barely a smile.

You barely talked.

You brush him away when he's trying to be affectionate.

Were you mad at him?

He asked if he did something wrong he even apologized for who knows what he did. He wonders if he breathed too loud that got you so distant like this.

But no,

You're just treating him like a roommate.

He's ready to punch a wall.

And that is what exactly he did.

“ouch..” he muttered While treating his wounds.

Yup it didn't work.

You still acted like a roommate. It's pissing him off.

Well it's not like you don't care. You do you just don't know how to approach the subject. Is he stressed with work? Is that why he punched the wall? Is something happening that he can't say out loud?

All you did when he made that hole was grab a medical kit gave it to him. But now sitting beside him his glare just says he's mad.

“you're looking at me as if I punched the hole” you say indifferently while watching the tv. Well that jap certainly did something considering he halted slightly before letting out a sigh “what's the deal.. did I do something?” he asked almost weak while tending his wounds his eyes landed on yours searching for answers.

“what no, what are you saying you did nothing” you replied with a confused tone though now that he spoke you think you got a faint idea. He clenched his fist as if the wound from earlier wasn't enough already he took your wrist pulling you closer with narrowed eyes

“then why are you ignoring me.” his voice low almost glaring at you he needs answers he needs it that's why you saw it a faint melancholy in his eyes. In a way you knew this would happen but you didn't think he would punch a wall just to get your attention now you just feel bad.

It wasn't on purpose.

But would he understand this is just what you normally do?

Your eyes darted examining his face the faint sweat, the almost teared eyes. Just two days of being distant. He's already so tortured. Imagine if you're ignoring him for more.

Why do you do this. Always hurting others.

“... sorry. But i never told you to stay” you muttered softly. But you didn't mean to say that last one out loud. Glancing your pupils at him.

But it was too late, your lover's eyes are already opened wide he gritted his teeth in frustration as a shadow cast upon his face.

There they go, you don't need another person pitying you again, getting mad at you again why won't they understand. You don't want that.

But to your surprise. He smiles at you cupping your face “i guess it's a relief that i decide to consult you early on.. must have been lonely ” he says softly kissing the corner of your eye. “you meant that sorry didn't you? Seriously you're so confusing everyday I feel like I'm learning something new about you” he laughs but you didn't laugh too if anything you feel

Threatened, confused

“y-you're not, mad?” you stuttered by surprise you just didn't get it normally people wouldn't react like this you mean it's not completely out of question it's just puzzling.

“why should i? No matter how difficult you're being i would always sit beside you even if you don't ask” he says with a bright smile.

You paused but without realizing a slight tug of smile was about to make it's way on your face. “hey!” Before he decides to pinch your nose making you let out a scowl instead.

He was frustrated but relief took over as he crashed his lips on your soft pinks it was soft, deep, with longing, and understanding as he pulled back resting his forehead on to yours “be as difficult as you want but seriously don't scare me like that i thought you were gonna break up with me” he chuckles with a small smile but you saw it.

The hint of anxiety in his eyes and language.

The evidence is all there he loves you.

And no amount of self doubt can make you blind to the obvious. In a way you felt in debt for the pain you made him feel, so it's only fair.

“lovely, can make me feel full” you asked with a soft smile and half lided eye. And he knows all too well what that means “as you wish my love” he says softly kissing you slowly laying both of you down on the couch.

As the night grew quite only thing visible for you two was the longing of love. The feeling of belonging.

The feeling of no matter how much you guys are being difficult the other would be there to understand and keep each other company.

And that's beautiful.

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Turns out you just felt overstimulated and got tired with keeping up your image that you decide to ignore everything

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A/n:- As always thanks for reading luv you bubs<3

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anastasiabowe · 1 year ago

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𝙏𝘼𝙎𝙏𝙀 𝙇𝙄𝙆𝙀 𝘾𝘼𝙉𝘿𝙔! — song lyrics corresponding with your boyfriend!

note: Hey guys! So, I have been writing a lot of KNB posts (which I’ll never stop) but if you guys want someone or many to be written about OTHER than KNB, then just request!

P.S. I wanted to try something new so this is why this is a little different from the recent posts!

Content warnings: smut, piv, licking, pussy eating, back scratching, pussy pounding, dick sucking, praise, jealousy, cuffs, overstimulation, and body worship.

★ — 𝗞𝗔𝗚𝗔𝗠𝗜 She's just like candy, she's so sweet!

Kagami dragged his tongue across your neck, growling in the process. You whimper as he did that action, you’ve never done this before, and his tongue feels weird! Kagami continued to dig his fingers that were on your thigh help keep your legs open as he laid between them, and the other on the bed holding himself up.

Kagami wanted to take it slow, savoring in your sweet innocent taste. He has never enjoyed smelling and licking someone like a fucking dog before, but if you asked him to bark, he’d yap. Your hands were on his collar bone as you tried to push his head away. He grabbed your hands with the hand that was on your thigh, and pushed them above your head.

When he was done enjoying your neck, he moved lower. This threw you off. Your face heated up, and panic filled your lungs as he lowered your fitted top past your boobs. Kagami kicked and kissed around your nipples and eventually your nipples causing your- down there to heat up.

Kagami sucked on your nipples, and slowly moved his hand down to your cunt. “W-wait!” Kagami stopped his movements, and lifted his head to look up at you.

He didn’t say anything, waiting for you to clarify. He didn’t move his hands, he actually moved them away from your parts. Eventually when you covered your face from embarrassment he got the memo.

“We don’t have to do this. I just can’t get enough of your taste. You taste sweet.” He smiled, you looked at him through your fingers, and sighed.

“O-ok, well, just go s-slow.” He chuckled, and moved his whole body lower so he was face to face with your cunt.

“Alright, let’s see how sweet she is.” He slid of your panties, and you felt extremely exposed, but yet extremely turned on. Kagami’s mouth practically frothed at the sight. He pushed your legs farther, you pushed back, not wanting him to see all of that, but he was stronger. When you kept fighting he stuck his tongue out and started eating you out. You then slammed your legs closed around Kagami’s head and he chuckled into your cunt.

After a while, he pulled his head from your cunt, prying your legs apart, and looked up at you with a cheeky smile.

“Mhm, she is sweet!”

★ —𝗞𝗨𝗥𝗢𝗞𝗢 Baby, I got everything and so much more than he's got!

Kuroko’s hand gripped yours as he saw your ex playing basketball in the local basketball courts. He was really good, no, very good, and he caught you taking a quick glance. You didn’t seem interested, but a glance was enough to make him jealous. He pulled you into his house quickly, and you let out a whine thinking you were in trouble or something. Kuroko only got like this when he was upset, so what is he upset about.

He pushed you up the stairs, very gently, but you were moving too slow, and he walked you into the bedroom. He slammed the door behind him and grabbed your face in a heated kiss. His face was so smushed into yours you had to pull away because it was becoming painful. Kuroko placed his hand behind your head to keep your lips on his. You whimper out in pain from your lips digging into your teeth.

Kuroko laid you down on the bed, and when you got a good look at his angry face, you could tell it wasn’t you. It was him. Kuroko quickly pulled your pants down, and spat on your cunt. Even though he is mad and not in the mood to be playing games, you couldn’t help but stifle a quick giggle from his cute little tantrum. He perked his eyebrow up when he head you laugh, and soon it wasn’t funny anymore.

“B-baby! I’m sorry, please just slow d-down!” Kuroko pounded into your cunt, his hair in your and his face. He hit his bottom lip as he kept thinking about how you were probably getting fucked by your ex before Kuroko came along. He kept thinking about how you probably once upon a time enjoyed your ex during sex since you stayed with him so long. These thoughts field his fire which he usually didn’t have very much, and it was becoming too good for you too handle.

“Whatever I did, I-I’m sorry!” Kuroko smashed his lips on yours so you could shut the fuck up. He of course wouldn’t dare say that to you, but that was what he wanted to say to you right now. You whimpered into his mouth as he pounded harshly into your cunt. You felt like cumming again, hoping Kuroko wouldn’t deny another one for you.

“I-I’m gonna c-“ kuroko pounded harder and brought his hand down to your pl cunt and started rubbing your clit. You moaned loudly at the action and came, hard. Kuroko wasn’t quite there, he wanted another one from you, and maybe a few more after that. He wanted to show you he was so much better than your ex!

★ — 𝗔𝗢𝗠𝗜𝗡𝗘 I can name a couple ways, baby, this shit might go!

Aomine clenched his jaw seeing you with your friends. You were wearing a skin tight black dress with ripped tights and black pumps. He already knew guys were up against you wherever you were, and he was upset he couldn’t even punch one in the face. You didn’t know Aomine was following you and your drunk friends. I mean you wouldn’t have been hard to find with all that yapping and screaming you all did. He hurriedly walked towards you and your friends calling out your name so they know he wasn’t a creep.

You turned and stumbled from how drunk you were. Aomine grabbed your arm and dragged you a little ways ahead of your friends. You were in heels so he eventually just had to pick you up and carry you home over his shoulder. He got angrier by the second when he kept pulling your dress down over your ass. Why the fuck did you wear this shirt dress. Your ass must of been out in the open and you weren’t even wearing underwear under the tights.

Once you both reached home, Aomine had an idea. He removed your clothes, put on new ones, washed your face and put you to bed. You may think you’ve gotten away with this, if your altered brain could think at all, but tomorrow will be an interesting day.

When you woke up, your wrists and legs were cuffed to the headboard. If you hadn’t recognized the area, you would’ve thought you were kidnapped, but you heard the shower running and knew Aomine was home. “Shit.” You pulled on the cuffs, thankfully you didn’t have a major headache from all the drinking you did, don’t know how, but Aomine must of Gaven you something.

“Aomine?” You tried to yell out, but the shower was too loud. After maybe 5 minutes, the shower turned off, and out walked Aomine. Wet, hot, and mad. To a normal person he looks normal, but to you, you could see the slight twitch in his jaw, showing he is clenching it, which he only does when he’s upset.

He grabbed another towel and laid it over his head. You watched him, getting hornier by the second, but Aomine knew this. The towel around his hips hung low, and his abs were practically punching you in the face from all the workouts he did.

“Ao-“ “shut the fuck up.” His calm voice saying such an aggressive thing made you even more turned on.

Aomine took a deep breath, a tactic he learned from his anger control therapist, and he thought about what he was going to say.

“Y/n. Why the fuck did you think going out dressed like that, without telling me, is okay?” You frowned, annoyed he even noticed. “I don’t usually give a fuck about what you’re doing, but when you ignore my texts for 4 hours, it’s going to tick me off.” He quickly riddled his hair in the towel, and threw it into a hamper. The towel around his waist came off right behind it and you stared at his cock.

He took another deep breath, and walked towards the bed. “There’s a couple of ways this can go, I can’t decide on one, so why don’t you help me, okay?” You looked at him confused, and he smiled.

“Do you want the good option, or the bad one?” You couldn’t breathe. What this a trick question? “W-what?” You tugged on the cuffs again, getting nervous.

“Do you want the good option, or the bad option.” He repeated the question, still standing waiting for your response. “G-good.” You let out a shaker breath, and he smiled. “Good.”

Aomine pounded into you as you screamed, begging him to slow down. He had been making you cum over and over and over, and never once did a smile not break off his face.

“Oh baby, you had a choice, and this is what you wanted!” Your nails slid down his toned back, making him groan in pleasure. “I personally think this was the best choice.” He leaned down and softly kissed you, almost taunting you, because you guys never kissed gently.

“Don’t worry baby, just a few more, then I forgive you. Does that sound good?” When he looked at your face, he could see your eyes slowly closing. He softly slapped you face and chuckled.

“Don’t pass out on me baby, we still got a little more left to do!”

★ — 𝗛𝗬𝗨𝗚𝗔 Need someone who's sweet enough, who'll shoot to make that high note!

Hyuga never had time for a girlfriend, ever since their win at the winter cup, girls up just to speak with him, but he didn’t pay them any mind, until you. Hyuga used to joke about how he wanted a girl who wasn’t needy and could handle herself, so every girl that talked to him acted independent despite then being only a year 1 living with their parents.

But when he met you, his ways changed. You were sweet, kind, and needy. But for some reason, you were an enticing needy. You always wanted him to hang out with you and cuddle with you, and whenever you asked he would, like in a trance, obey you. He doesn’t know why, but he never feels annoyed by the hold you have on him. You aren’t intentionally trying to keep him wrapped around your little finger, but you do!

Hyuga would skip practice for you, very rarely, but if you both made plans and Riko for some reason assigned practice on that day, he would skip it. If there was a game, you were always front row, or on the benches cheering him on, to all the other Seirin girlfriends jealousy.

“Hyuga! Hyuga! Hyuga!” You cheered on the bench with the other teammates of Seirin as the time was ticking and he had to make this final shot. He looked over at your cute face cheering him on, and he felt that go straight to his dick-

He embarrassed but determined, reeled back, soread his feet and and jumped, pushing the basketball high past his opponent and straight into the basket. The arena erupted in a loud roar, and the other Seirin players ran towards Hyuga in victory, but he pushed past them and went straight towards you. He lifted you off the ground and hugged you as if you made the shot.

“You did it! Oh my god you did it!” You excitedly praised him. He felt his dick harden by the praise and had to cut this little victory short.

“We gotta go.” He excitedly said, but panic prevalent, you didn’t even question him and followed him. He led you both into a locked changing room, and he pushed you into the wall.

“I’m sorry baby, this is so inappropriate.” He breathed heavily as he pulled his pants down. You looked up at him with your pretty eyes, and he nearly came right there. You dropped down to your knees and grabbed his cock.

“Did I do this?” Your glossy lips slightly parted after the question which is so innocent but so hot in this current situation.

“You always do this.” You giggled, and brought your lips to his red tip. Hyuga’s knees nearly buckled in when you wrapped your pink lips around his cock.

“Ah! S-shit!” You jumped knowingly and started to take him as much as you could. Hyuga apologized as he grabbed your hair and pushed you onto his cock. You gagged which again, like almost everything you do, nearly made him cum. It was embarrassing at how quickly he came into your mouth, but you don’t care, you know he deserved this!

When you swallowed his cum, and showed him, the groan he let out sent a shiver down your spine. He pulled you up by your hands, and kissed you.

“Don’t make me hard again, we have to get home first.”

★ — 𝗧𝗘𝗣𝗣𝗘𝗜 Sugar coated, lies unfolded, you still lick the wrapper It's addictive, you know this, but you still lick the wrapper

Teppei is the definition of innocent. You lean in to kiss him, he turns his cheek, he thought you were trying to kiss his cheek. When you try to touch his abs, he laughs because he’s tickilish. And when you try to hint towards sex, he thinks you’re hinting towards going to sleep! You don’t want to seem slutty or horny, but if you have a hot boyfriend you deserve to have your hot boyfriend! And so, you try everything in your power to see if he’s even comfortable doing it.

You ask him if he’s a virgin. He responds with “what’s your definition of a virgin?” Face slap. You ask him if he’s ever kissed anyone. “Oh, yeah! I’ve kissed my dog, my mom, my sister, my pillow, well I do that every night when I sleep, I don’t have much control over that and I-“ face slap. You ask him if he finds you hot and if he thinks about you at night, he says “of course I think you’re hot! You’re gorgeous, but I always think about you, so.” Double face slap.

You can’t blame a man for being a gentleman but he really is a gentle man. One day, you were so sexually frustrated you resorted to jumping your pillow. Your fingers couldn’t reach where Teppeis COULD reach, and you can’t just rub your cunt! You cried into the air as the pillow wasn’t doing its job. Teppei walked up into the room, hearing your cries and approached you on the bed.

“What wrong?” His hand softly laid on your back as you laid your head against his shoulder. Your lip quivered and he couldn’t tell why.

“It’s nothing.” You softly said, and he pulled you off of his shoulder and made you look at him.

“No, tell me, if you need something or want something I can get it for you.” You frowned, and he softly ushered you to speak.

“It’s so stupid!” A tear ran down your face, for something that could be easily fixed, it wasn’t getting fixed.

“Nothing is stupid! Tell me what’s wrong, I promise it’s not stupid.”

“I can’t fucking cum, Teppei!” You already knew that word went over his head, but when he hugged you, you were shocked.

“Then why didn’t you say anything?” Your breath got caught in your lungs and you pulled away from him.

“Because I thought you didn’t know what my issue was..” Teppei softly smiled and pulled you into a kiss to your absolute shock. You kissed him back, and truly you didn’t know what the fuck was happening.

Teppei pulled you onto his lap, and you deepened the kiss. “Teppe-“ “What do you need?” He asked, you were almost confused by the question until you saw the look in his eyes.

“I-I need, wait Teppei-“ “what do you need, baby?” His voice still gentle, but more serious.

“Your fingers.” You softly said, he let out a little “alright.” And turned you both around on the bed.

“Teppei.” You called out to him.

“Hm?”

“Wha- how- I thought you didn’t know how this all worked.”

“I don’t, so you’re going to teach me.”

You looked at him in disbelief. He looked back at you, ready to listen to your every command. But he wasn’t stupid, so he started to kiss your neck and jaw. You eased into the feeling, but he was still waiting for you to tell him what you want him to do.

“Teppei, please go lower.” You softly moaned when he listed. He kissed your collar bone and sucked on it. He would then lick the mark, and move on. It felt so soft and loving, you were getting wetter by the minute, and Teppei could feel it on his thing since it was between your legs.

He kept going lower till he reached your nipple.

“Play with the other one t-too.” He sucked on your nipple and brought his thumb to the other and softly rubbed it with his thumb, and soon switched to his thumb and index finger, pinching it.

If you thought you were wet, you were wet now. You instructed him to touch your cunt, and like always, he listened.

He moved his mouth to the other nipple, wanting to satisfy everything and brought his and that was holding your boob down to your cunt. He swiped his thumb from your hole to your clit and back down. Even though he thought it wasn’t doing much, it was doing so much.

You moaned and arched your back at the feeling making him smile.

“What else baby, talk to me.” His breath warm on your boob, and fingers soft and gentle made you feel more than taken care of.

“Please use your mouth on my c-cunt.” Your voice shook from the immense pleasure and he moved himself down to your cunt.

He brought his face close to it, and inhaled your sweet smell. “Mmm, smell so good baby.” You smiled down at him, and he opened his mouth, and started to lick and suck on your cunt. Your hands instantly grabbed his hair, and he moaned when you tugged in it. When he got the taste of you, he became addicted. All the denying of knowing how to please a woman, and the innocent facade he worked hard to maintain fell the second he got a taste.

He felt almost too selfish from denying you of this, he shouldn’t have even pushed this off if he’d know you tasted this good. He had both hands on the sides of your ass, pulling you farther into his mouth. Your back arched and Nails scratched his head. Teppei was getting lost in your cunt, and you felt close.

“Teppei!” You squealed when you felt the euphoric sensation wash over you. Teppei never slowed his tongue movements sending you into overstimulation.

“F-fuck, T-Teppei, too much!” He moaned into your cunt, he couldn’t get enough of you, and his cock was getting dangerously hard by the second. Who knew eating you out would turn him on so much. Who knew eating you out was so addictive.

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glamourscat · 6 months ago

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KUROKO HEADCANONS

i am two days late, I know. but here’s Kuroko’s bday post! Some fluff relationship hcs for my favourite character in knb 🩵

Kuroko is a rather silent, invisible presence. To most people, he’s merely a shadow, slipping in and out of spaces unnoticed. So, if he were to fall for someone, it would have to be someone he’s truly close to. Someone who sees him in a way no one else does. His type is “gentle and kind people,” which means this is definitely a friends-to-lovers kind of love.

Maybe you’re the one who always notices him first. The one who spots him in a crowded room before anyone else even realizes he’s there.

It’s the way he realizes he loves you after months of friendship out of pure coincidence. Perhaps he had a bad day at practice or an argument with Kagami and all he wanted was to disappear for a while. To be alone. And he almost succeeded… but you still found him. You always do. Even in the most unexpected places.

“How did you find me?” he asks, his voice as quiet and even as ever. He sits with his knees pulled up to his chest, arms wrapped loosely around them, his chin resting on top.

“How did I find you?” you echo, eyes soft yet twinkling with amusement. “A magician never reveals their secrets.” Your teasing lilt, the gentle curve of your lips, makes the smallest of smiles form on his lips. One he doesn’t even try to hide.

The way Kuroko loves is quiet, subtle, just like him. It’s in the little things, the details he never misses. The way he always notices what you like, silently making note of it. The way he seeks you out in a room, even if he never makes it obvious. The way he sits beside you, fingers twitching with the subconscious urge to reach out.

It’s in his eyes, how they light up just a little when you’re near, enough for his friends to notice even if he remains composed. It’s in the way his dog has become completely obsessed with you, always wanting to be close, nudging his head against your palm. And if Tetsuya #2 approves, then maybe… this is meant to be.

But who confesses first?

He waits, observing, trying to understand if you feel the same. But at some point, his heart starts to ache with the thought that maybe you don’t. Maybe this quiet thing between you is only something he has imagined.

And then there’s you. You don’t need words to see how Kuroko feels, but maybe, just maybe, he needs to hear it. So you decide to show up at one of his games, something you’ve never done before.

He notices you instantly. Even in the sea of cheering people, you stand out to him. His normally steady hands falter for just a moment as he grips the ball. He wasn’t expecting you to come. He never told you the time, never reminded you of the match. And yet, there you are.

After the game, as the crowd thins out, you wait for him outside the gym. He steps toward you, his usual unreadable expression in place except for his eyes. They are searching, questioning.

“You came,” he says softly.

“Of course I did,” you reply, shifting on your feet. “I wanted to see you play.”

There’s a brief silence before he speaks again. “You could have told me.”

“Would it have changed anything?” you counter, tilting your head.

His lips part slightly, but no words come out at first. “No. But I would have looked forward to it.”

Your chest tightens, a warmth sensation in your tummy. You take a breath, then step closer.

“I like you, Tetsu.”

There it is. Simple. Honest. No teasing, no riddles. Just the truth.

Kuroko blinks once, twice. And then, a rare sight. A full, genuine smile. It’s soft, but it reaches his eyes.

“I like you, too.”

No grand gestures. No dramatic confessions. Just you, just him. Just the quiet understanding that this has always been real. Always meant to be.

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ballsandbabes · 2 months ago

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GOM + Kagami: S/o who is better than them at basketball

Authors Note: Not proofread// Gifs are not mine// y/n= your name

Kuroko Tetsuya

Kuroko first realized your skill when he passed to you in a friendly 2v2 and you effortlessly drained a no-look three. He wasn't jealous—more so captivated. You moved like water, calm and fluid, with a precision he rarely saw, even in his Miracle days. Later, he quietly asked how long you'd been playing, and you shyly admitted you'd joined a European pro league at age 12. He blinked once, then twice, and softly said, “That makes sense.” Watching you taught him more than any practice ever could. He started recording your footwork to study at night, calling it his “homework from the heart.” When others tried to provoke him—“Isn’t it weird your girlfriend’s better than you?”—he only smiled. “She’s the one I look up to,” he’d reply, genuinely. He didn’t fall for you because you were better. But damn, did it make him fall harder.

Kagami Taiga

Kagami Taiga always knew you liked basketball. You wore old tournament hoodies, threw around the occasional snarky play critique, and joined him to shoot hoops after practice. But he never guessed how deep it went. Not until one lazy afternoon, when he found you at the court near his apartment, casually draining three-pointers from the corner like it was nothing. You didn’t know he was watching at first. You faked right, pulled back, and swished another perfect jumper. Kagami stood frozen near the gate, holding two cans of vending machine drinks. “The hell…”

You turned around, startled, “Taiga! You scared me!” He blinked, “Since when do you shoot like that?!” You rubbed the back of your neck, suddenly sheepish, “Uh… always?”

“No. No way, Y/n,” He stalked over, eyes narrowing, “I’ve played with you. You always go easy. You’re holding out on me.” You shrugged, “I mean, I didn’t think you needed me to go full throttle during casual one-on-ones.” He narrowed his eyes. “...What level are you?”

You hesitated. “...Pro league. A few years overseas.” Kagami dropped the canned drinks. “WHAT?! YOU PLAYED PRO?!” “I retired early,” you added quickly. “Injuries, mostly. Now I just play for fun.”

Kagami’s mouth opened, closed, opened again. He looked like you’d just told him you used to be in the NBA.

“Wait, so—you’re better than me?,” he asked totally curious. You smirked. “I’m not saying that.”

“...But you’re not denying it either,” he stated. You stepped closer, spinning the ball on your finger with a grin. “Wanna find out?” His competitive fire ignited instantly, “Oh, hell yeah.” You played for real this time. The match was fast, rough, and loud — full of steals, blocks, trash talk, and Kagami getting absolutely cooked by your step-back jumper. He didn’t hold back. But neither did you. And when you slammed in a clean left-handed layup and nutmegged him the very next play, he stopped mid-dribble and just stared at you, eyes wide, chest heaving.You raised an eyebrow, “You good?”

He broke into a grin — wide, bright, and genuinely thrilled. “You’re insane,” he panted,“I love it.” You blinked,“You’re not mad I didn’t tell you?” He shook his head. “Nah. I mean—yeah, I’m salty you’ve been sandbagging me this whole time, but—” he walked over, draping an arm around your shoulder, sweat dripping down his temple “—you being stronger than me just means I’ve got a new goal to beat.”

You rolled your eyes. “Of course you’d turn it into a challenge.”

“Damn right,” he said, nudging you. “I’m dating a pro, how am I supposed to let you outrun me on every play? My pride’s on the line here!” You laughed, pulling him closer. “Careful, Kagami. You’re dangerously close to sounding impressed.”

“I am impressed,” he said, more softly this time. “Like, seriously. You’re badass. And the fact that you still show up to mess around on street courts with me…” You bumped your forehead against his, a playful grin on your lips,“You’re worth it.”

He looked away quickly, ears turning bright red, “Tch. Shut up.”

“Aw, are you blushing?”

“NO.”

Later that night, Kagami couldn’t stop watching old footage of your matches on YouTube, jaw slack. Murmuring to himself, “Damn, she crossed that guy so hard his soul left his body…” You caught him mid-binge and smirked. “You stalking me now?”

“No! I’m—studying. For revenge.”

You kissed his cheek. “Bring it on then, tiger.”

Kise Ryouta

Kise was floored the first time he saw you dunk over a 6’5” guy in a pickup game—with flair. He gawked, mouth open, like he'd just witnessed a new species.“Waitwaitwait, babe, did you always play like this??”

When you told him about your pro background, he was stunned into silence for once. Then, his competitive side kicked in: “Okay! Time to copy that move!” Spoiler: he couldn’t. He tried for weeks and ended up asking you to coach him. Every time you beat him 1v1, he’d whine, “That’s not fair, I got distracted by how hot you looked doing that fadeaway!” But in truth, he was deeply inspired. He loved you for who you were, but admired your fire even more. To him, you weren’t just a girlfriend—you were his idol.

Aomine Daiki

The first time you crossed him up and left him on his ass, Aomine just stared at the sky and muttered, “…What the hell y/n?” He hadn’t lost to anyone since middle school. And yet, you moved like a damn hurricane— a controlled chaos he couldn’t predict. When you told him you'd been playing professionally since you were a kid, he lit up with a grin. “Ohhh, so that’s why you’re scary good.” Instead of sulking, he got fired up. Your joined practices turned into battles. He loved having someone who finally kept up with him—no, surpassed him. The court became your love language: sweat, laughter, and fierce competition. “Guess I finally found someone who gets it,” he’d say, eyes shining. And in you, he saw everything he once lost—and more.

Midorima Shintarou

Midorima had never been so flustered. His calculations, his astrology, his routines — none of it could prepare him for you. Every shot you made was surgical, precise, and even more consistent than his.

"This defies logic," he muttered, readjusting his glasses for the fifth time. Still, he couldn’t stop watching you — like studying a perfect theorem in motion. Privately, he tried to match your form, mimicking it in front of the mirror. You noticed, of course, and teased him gently, causing him to blush furiously. He’d claim you were lucky, but deep down he admired your raw mastery. "Even Oha-Asa didn’t predict this," he’d mumble when you beat him again. Despite himself, he became more humble beside you. In his quiet way, he accepted that even perfection had a higher ceiling — and it was shaped like you.

Akashi Seijuro

Akashi didn’t believe in being outmatched — until you made his ankle snap. He lay on the court, stunned, as you offered a hand with a smirk.

"Try harder next time, Sei," you teased. He laughed — genuinely, for once. He respected dominance, and yours was the type he couldn't control or outwit. Instead of being threatened, he was intrigued… enamored, even. You weren’t just his equal — you were his better, and he loved that paradox. He wanted to be worthy of you, to rise to your level in a game he once ruled alone. Training with you became sacred, a battlefield and a love story all at once. Sometimes, he’d watch you in silence, eyes gleaming like a tactician learning a higher form of strategy. You were his queen, and he’d never mind being one step behind — as long as he got to walk beside you.

Murasakibara Atsushi

The first time you dunked over him, Murasakibara just blinked and muttered, “Huh… that was kinda rude.” He wasn’t mad, just startled — because no one ever got past him that easily, and definitely not with a grin like yours. You moved with effortless speed and control, and it annoyed him in the way a candy wrapper stuck to his fingers would: mildly, repeatedly, and unavoidably.

"You’re too strong, y/n-chin," he’d mumble, pouting as he chewed on a snack and watched you sink shot after shot. Still, he kept showing up to play with you, even if he claimed it was “too much work.” In truth, you stirred something in him — a lazy giant finally tempted by challenge. He started jumping higher, defending harder, reaching for you in more ways than one. He’d complain you were mean when you blocked his shot, but his smirk gave him away. He didn’t need to be the best if it meant watching you shine. And when you sat beside him post-practice, sweat-soaked and smiling? He’d rest his head on your shoulder and think, yeah, this is worth the effort.

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