#fem!reader x murasakibara

[willowed-wisp]

misread horoscopes.

character: shintaro midorima x reader word count: 4,129 categories: suggestive themes, pregnancy, fluff

She had had to keep it dwelled inside of her, sitting on the information she had for two weeks prior to her seated position. Her mind wasn't in the game that ensued forward, her husband playing some of the best basketball that the world had seen, it dwelled on the fact that she didn't know how he would react to the news.

Despite being married for seven years, together for six before he popped the question, they hadn't discussed bringing another member of the family into their world- but that was a possibility on the table. Y/N had always wanted children, however, Shintaro was the wildcard. The man had always liked his life to be lived in a particular way; buying his lucky item to avoid life threatening situations daily and wearing that stupid tape to ensure that nothing was left to chance with his three-pointers. The fact that she was pregnant could stir their relationship for the worst if the Boston Celtics shoot guard took it the wrong way.

The whistle blew, sounding the end of the match- with both teams shaking hands respectively. The spectacled member of the Celtics searched for his usually exuberant wife who wrapped her legs around his waist when victory had been achieved by his team. However, she could be seen out on the side lines- chewing on her nail with an absent-minded expression written on her features. He found team victories tedious anyhow, making it guiltless to examine his love. "Isn't your lucky item working today, my love?" He stated, as soon as she heard his voice, her sleeved arms latched around his neck while her legs rested where they had to due to his height, around his waist. It was an understatement to say that the male was taken aback by his significant other's behaviour. He knew the cameras were focussed on the couple in that moment as he felt dampening cover his shoulder. Why's she crying? Was his immediate thought as the verdant-haired player waltzed with his wife in his arms so that they could have some privacy. Members of his team would approach, motioning to the cradled Y/N Midorima and he would bat them off (partially due to his obliviousness to this entire situation, as well).

Calculatedly, the twenty-nine-year-old reached an empty bathroom. Y/N was set down on the countered sinks while her counterpart rotated the lock to the door; securing them in with each other. The woman saw the reflected picture of herself- dripping makeup spearing from her eyes. She pinned the pregnancy hormones for the out of character behaviour. "Are you going to tell me what just happened?" His position motioned towards her- gripping her wrists with enough precision to be gentle. He just wanted to look into those eyes he focused on when he became frustrated.

She wanted to brace her arms on the hilt of the sink that was beside her. It was as if the pressure of his possible reaction had her hefting the weight of the world on her shoulders. "I'm on my period and the cramps are hurting like hell." A complete lie from in between her teeth, and he could sniff out his wife's bullshit even if she hadn't had been directly in front of him.

An exasperated sigh originated from the male, his middle fingers pushed up his glasses in frustration with her attempted deceit. "I know I've not been the most tolerable person to talk to- but you don't have to lie to me." Her eyes always found their way back to focus on his lower lashes; constant jealousy was the likely cause, but so had been the verdant rays which trickled within his vivid irises. His arms tugged her in close, she had nowhere else to look but him. "Oha Asa said unprecedented events would take place today and to be prepared for what lay ahead..." His mind relapsed into the hidden intricacies of the horoscope for that exact date, he thought maybe one of his teammates would become injured during the match or something insignificant in Shintaro's life- not that his wife was the unwarranted circumstance in which he was not in control of.

Despite the grotesque possibility that he would prevent her from having a child he planted inside of the womb within Y/N's body, the woman in question had nothing to lose but a barely developed month and a half year old foetus. "Actually, Shin… I can’t be on my period..." She had no idea why her body felt so small whilst under his attentive gaze as she awaited him to connect the dots in that intelligent brain that Midorima possessed. "Shintaro, aren't you gonna say anything?"

His hands had since dropped away from his wife and one held his face up- as if pondering something. "My mother has a remedy for excess stress... that train crash caused overtime at the hospital for yo-"

Her body slumped against the tiles that wound around the bottom half of the walls, proceeding to squeak down their glossy surface. Taking her husband by surprise and catapulting him into a sort of alert mode. "It's not the stress, Shin..." The woman began to fiddle with her hair in her own kind of frustration. "Y'know the day after the heated game against the Bulls- and we didn't have a condom but we did it anyway because you were so pent up?" His hair waved along with his neck, signalling his understanding.

His uniform creased by his forearms contorting under his chest. "That was two months ago- I'm shocked you still remember that." And it confounded how oblivious he was to such matters of pregnancy- probably because he had never had to deal with the experience and wouldn't have to. That was her job, an employment she happened to be dealing with in that precise moment.

Her sunken head raised as his fingers plucked her chin in an upwards motion, their faces unbelievably close- as they had been an infinite amount of times before that moment. While he was crouched, she gripped his other arm- placing his flat hand onto her stomach which carried his unborn child. A flicker of light cast from his glasses, he was finally in a daze of reality. "I'm pregnant." His entire being straightened upwards until he stood in front of the woman- whose eyes dripped with molten tears. "I'm sorry... I never meant for this to happen..."

It was her turn to bolt upright, at a lower rate to her love. "Sorry?" His voice echoed subconsciously in her ears; rattling any sense of safety she had in their relationship- this had the capability to end it because no matter what he said, she could never abort the baby growing in her uterus as the debacle ensued. Y/N's vision caught sight of his clenched fist as some moisture fell onto the solid floor beneath his body. "You're sorry about all of this, Y/N?" She was unsure of the tone he held, too out of tune with reality to intake that sort of information. Her hands caught her head as it collapsed along with the pool of fluid that escaped the sanctuary of her tear ducts. 

Y/N knew he would be angry because he didn't want to be a dad- but it had a confounding effect on the woman. 

Is this the end of our relationship? She questioned worriedly in her soul. However, she doubted if she had the strength to leave the side of the man she loved with every cell and fibre in her figure. Y/N didn't know if she could raise a child knowing that Shintaro Midorima had abandoned the two of them in the most dire of situations.

There was a sudden pressure felt on her bump-less middle. His emerald eyes resonating into her own, and the gleam wasn't from the glasses shielding his orbs- it was the reciprocated waterworks that enveloped what seemed to be his entire body. "And you're not playing around? You're one-hundred percent sure?" She knew he didn't let chance dictate his fate, even in this circumstance. Which meant this was the normal Shintaro Midorima she had met while he was a rookie for the team in which he played for in the current moments they spent with each other. Her head nodded- providing the man with a verified answer. "How long have you known for?"

"A couple of weeks but I was having symptoms two weeks before that.I thought I was overworked by how tired I was." He picked his wife up and rested her on the chic-looking sink counters. The stadium was furnished lushly for the players and this was one of the private toilets in which VIPs and/or players could utilise. Shintaro fitted in between her legs which had been only slightly parted but had been tapered to allow for him to have a deep seated connection with his one and only.

His head nuzzled in her neck meanwhile he cocooned her into an engulfing embrace; shifting Y/N's legs to resort to the position they had been whilst on the court. "I guess Oha Asa was right about the 'unprecedented' part of your day." Her words were clear as day while her lips were dangerously close to his sensitive ears. A chunk of green lurched, tickling the woman's neck in the shared second they endured together- caused by the monotonous chuckle that strayed from his direction.

"I'll overlook your doubt this one time..."

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Seven months had passed and for Shintaro Midorima, it was the second most important match he had ever had the pleasure to play. The championship match between the Phoenix Suns, against his most challenging opponent who could easily block his always-on-target three-pointers; Atsushi Murasakibara. His wife was, however, ready to pop any day- making the decision to watch the match from home. A couple of hours before his match ensued, she had felt a faint inclination that resembled a subliminal menstruation ache and Y/N had thought nothing of it. She was no obstetrician but she wished she had been over the past eight and a half months of pregnancy- the surgical resident was terrified. At least Shintaro was glad that there was to be a new addition in the family, which she had been anxious about throughout the first third of her first trimester. Y/N assumed that it was from the chocolate she had eaten earlier in the day.

In front of her, placed on the transparent, lowly structured table had been the assortment of indulgences that would have the privilege of being devoured by Y/N while the game was in action. Despite this, it would be extremely impressive if the woman could consume all of the snacking regiment before the long haul game was expected to finish. There were two powerhouse players that could delay the forty-eight-minimum minutes of gameplay. That along with the anticipated interviews that would take place despite the diversion of victory. As soon as the whistle signalled that the first quarter was in effect- with her eyes on her athlete husband, Y/N's cramping became somewhat staggering for her to endure. Her focus dissipated on Shintaro's game and onto the feeling that she expected clothing to experience while being ironed. She neglected the fact that she had described them as 'period cramps', now dubbing them as what a stabbing victim was forced to discern when that metal breached their flesh. However it seemed that the perpetrator lived beneath the skin. She knew in that minute what was occurring.

"Why now?!" She grumbled with gritted teeth concealing the already evident pain lingering in her tone. Her digits grasped tightly onto her smartphone as another wave of agony swarmed her abdomen. Pelvis gauged into the cushioned surface in which Y/N rested up, smartphone in hand- the woman had been compelled to clutch the bump that would hopefully dissipate once the being encased inside of her had been freed. "Fucking hell!"

Speedily her fingertips found the contact she had already accounted for- impatient whilst she awaited an answer from the other end. "Answer the fucking phone, Kise!" Neck craned with trickles of sweat sprinting down its side. Y/N knew that the pain would cease to exist once the delivery was finished, however, something told her that that wouldn't be close until she entered the intense stage of labour; signalling the moment when her water would eventually break.

Pant after pant, it had been an eternity to the woman but finally his voice rang in her ears, "Y/Nchhi, I'm sort of watching your husband's match at TD Gardens-"

"The baby's coming, Kise! I need you to, uh," another power wave of torment struck- leaving Ryota in action mode due to the reality of the ongoing situation. The call had been cut from Kise's end of the line, Y/N became plagued with worry as her eyes lingered on the television- devoid of focus on her husband as the blond locks of the Warriors' Small Forward pulled aside the coach of the Celtics. Something she hadn't wanted to happen- this was Shintaro's first love (other than the Oha Asa horoscope) and his wife did not want to relieve him of it.

"We see Midorima going in for another shot from the mid-way line and from this man's record, that means another three points for Celtics- who are up 10:2 against the Suns and their almost as incredible player Murasakibara."

"And what do we have here, Shaq? Celtic's coach Ime Udoka is calling a timeout... a possible injury, maybe?"

"It all seems to revolve around their Shooting Guard, for sure. We'll get information from Ime- wait, Mike... is that San Francisco's Kise down there with Udoka and Midorima?"

"Seems so... it's as though this is a personal issue of some kind- we both know his wife, Y/N, who is somewhere in TD Gardens cheering Boston on for victory."

"This young man has enough dedication to his sport and hasn't missed a single match in the entire season."

"Midorima seems to be... staying to play for his team in this NBA final at the home of the Boston Celtics... and there is still no news concerning the discussion that has taken place, however, we do know that Jaylen Brown will not be sent on during this match as the Celtics Shooting Guard- there is still hope for his position as a Short Forward to help his team claim victory over the Arizona side."

The power immediately departed from the television, as the woman managed to hobble over to the bathroom of their apartment. Making sure to support her body weight on various items of furnishing which scattered around her course- hand latching on the bag that she had prepared earlier. It ranged from the blanket in which they bought for their new born upon their entry into the world, to the lucky item that had updated every single day for the two probable zodiac signs for the baby for all of the eight and half months. This time, it seemed as though it was the frog plush animal that he held their first date- it was as if April 12th was the perfect date for their first born to enter the world (hopefully, with no complications). She only hoped that it was lucky for the match in which she knew her beloved would be striving in while she would be in labour.

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He had been made to wait outside of the room, down the Maternity Ward- however, the blond could hear the wailing of one of his closest friends. While inside of the room, Y/N was too dilated to have the epidural that would have numbed the already molten nerve endings that she would have sworn would be melted at this point. Water had flushed out of her undercarriage twenty minutes prior- warning the woman of the intense labour pains she could expect. "Y/N/N, you're fully dilated. We need you to push, sweetie." It may come off as unusual, however, the doctor delivering her baby was one of Y/N's good friends at the hospital- considering she had been a resident for the past eight years. She saw how her pregnant friend's eyes prickled full of water- but Danielle had no time for nicety, the baby's oxygen would be depleting now there was no amniotic fluid to protect it with.

"I need him here, Danie! I can't do this without Shintaro!" It was as if she was referring to her husband as being dead. The woman automatically pushed, nevertheless, causing more of the baby's body to appear from her legs.

"You got this- I can see the head. Just a few more strong pushes!" The other woman in a state of reddening agony exasperated lengthy gasps proceeding to squeezing. She hadn't realised the sheer force that her bare hands had laid waste to on the bedding, which was stained with sweating imprints as the rest of Y/N's being was shifted at the foot of the furniture. "Just the legs to go, Y/N. You've got this!" She began to ready herself for the strain in which a final action would inflict on her own entirety. That was until she began to notice the blur of verdant that stood vacantly in the wooden doorway- the sheen on his spectacles stood our the most, other than his entire shamrock uniform. He didn't remain still when his wife released the last amount of effort she had held onto- it was enough for her baby to flood out and into Danielle's arms.

Shintaro instantly dropped his bags at the door- having darted to his beloved; pulling her lips onto his own, not giving in until he was satisfied with the duration required. "I'm so proud of you, darling..." His husky tone held her focus as he spoke against their formerly conjoined limbs.

In that moment, it had been as though nothing had occurred, the searing halted almost immediately from the lower regions of her body- feeling the relief about the entire experience that had progressed fairly quickly considering the long-haul births that some women can experience. From outside the squealing had been replaced with the electric tears of newly given life. Those who had produced their masterpiece were united in their display of waterworks all as her miniscule creation was nestled into her arms by one of the scrubbed nurses scattered around the room. Upon sighting into those bright blue eyes; ones that she was fairly sure would develop into ones alike her husband's- Y/N knew that Shintaro was not the only thing in this world that she would love unconditionally no matter what they did. "Y/N/N, Shintaro- meet your son!" The two had neglected learning the sex of their child, Shintaro would have obsessed over how Aries and Taurus men and women differ towards each other and because he actually wanted fate to decide something of its free will for once without his influence.

 All that they were focused on was the new apple of their eyes- their baby boy. "He's gonna have your eyes," he smiled at her heartfelt statement, "and your crappy eyesight." Shintaro was instantly sent into a cascade of having his face sunken at that comment, but known fact, by his wife. However, he let it go- he didn't care as soon as he peered into both sets of vibrant eyes displayed before him. Those of Y/N Midorima and their newborn, unnamed son. "Did you win?"

His mossy hair began to contort with the vertical motions his own head spurted into fruition. "The media got wind of this. That blond brat should be banned off of Instagram, idiot broke the news on his story..." The muscles inside of his neck had begun to tense as he spoke, causing the woman beside him to brush her fingertips across the span of his cheek- which descended his gaze to their boy an additional occurrence. Not once had his under lashes flickered in boredom or falsity- it was genuine. He had never loved another being in the way he had the baby before him. Of course, Shintaro adored his wife- but the kind of way he felt for his own son was unconditional.

Y/N caught onto the subconscious want of her husband in that moment, her arms raised toward her right side. "Hold your son, Shintaro." There had been no hesitation on his part when his tapped left hand spread to cup the child's head while his right arm cradled the rest of his diddy body.  "You're... surprisingly good at that~" A light chuckle shook the waves of sound around their vicinity- surveying the two men in her life from the moment that their child entered the world.

His deep green eyes delved into the baby azure ones- silencing the stifled cries from the being held in his arms with surprising ease. "Nobody is ever going to hurt you..." He had become even more of a softer person in a span of twenty minutes. It melted Y/N's own heart- it was burning in her chest. Especially when Midorima's nose and the junior version of himself began to rub their noses with each other; exuberant laughter rattled from the young infant. A gleam prominently illustrated across the Shooting Guard's features- a marvel in itself; it was painful for people to get him to smile- but this was more than that, he beamed with rays of energy. "I apologise for being late- they chose me to be the MVP for the season."

Her ears spiked up, "That's fantastic, Shin! Been a great season, huh?" He gave a long nod, eyes still focused on his son. "I think I have a name idea, honey..." His attention fixated on his wife. "This city has had such an influence on us this year and this little guy was born on the day his dad won with his team."

"I'm not opposed to that idea. But, it would be in fate's favour to have something linked to his zodiac sign."

"I know you, Shintaro... zodiac duty was already yours, babe." There was no hesitation in her booming, confident vocals. "You were already going to write on the birth certificate..."

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"In sports news, well... revolving around sports news... the Most Valued Player of the ended NBA season, Shintaro Midorima has become a father. Fans watching the events at TD Gardens were shocked as halfway through, Celtics' head coach, Ime Udoka, called off the Shooting Guard and speculations arose surrounding personal matters that could take him out of the game."

"Yes, Martha. Despite the events occurring, the Japanese player remained on court, only to receive the NBA championship win and the title of MVP for the Season."

"Details have been revealed by the couple. In an ode to the team that Midorima has won four championship titles with, their baby boy was named Boston."

"What a wonderful way to pay homage to the team that has held their Shooting Guard since his NBA debut. Wishing their expanded family all the best as celebrations continue among Boston fans, and commiserations dwell for Phoenix supporters."

"This has been Martha MacCallum-"

"- and Bill Hemmer, signing off on your six o'clock news."

Her head shook in disbelief, pressing the red button on the remote. "Why did Kise have to be the only one there at the match? He's airing out information to the press- unintentionally!" Her hips had become gripped by the man laid back on the reclining leather couch, causing her to crash onto his lap. He had precision after how many years they had been together. Y/N toppled gently across his legs before scuffling to splay out horizontally- her head resting on his thighs; eyes focused on the ceiling.

"Don't get worked up- Oha Asa says Scorpios are supposed to be having a relaxed day." Her cheeks puffed, as she grinded closer into his body. That was until the consistent shrills sourcing from the nursery became increasingly aware to the parents. "I'll get him, darling..." Before she could blink, he had plonked her onto the furnishing and had disappeared behind the door- the cries in which Boston had released ceased to exist as soon as he was in the arms of his father.

They both appeared from around the corner, with an addition. "He just won't accept any lucky item, other than this frog plush- does he know the terrifying things that can happen when not carrying your lucky item?" Y/N felt the tension of Shintaro envisioning what life would be without his compulsive habit. His eyes flickered wide at the hidden chuckle he had heard stray from Y/N- not acting on his disbelief; still fixated on the adorable vision of his bright-eyed two-day-year-old son. "Maybe it's not a horrendous turn of events, he may even look cute with that frog. Don't you, Boston? Yes you do!" She had never seen acting so... childish before, and it was a positive change for the woman who had only ever seen her partner act like an adult, even when he was a freshman university student with his basketball scholarship.

Not that Y/N would want to alter anything about Shintaro Midorima, it was a never-seen-before element to the man she loved.

#kuroko no basket #kuroko's basketball #midorima shintarou #x reader #husband midorima #pregnancy #nba #boston celtics #oneshot #phoenix suns #x fem reader #kise ryouta #murasakibara atsushi

[yanderederee]

Masterlist

*FandomList

Tokyo Revengers

StarGazing Ask - Mitarashi

TomanBand Headcanons - multiple

SlusheePreferences Headcanons - All

Collateral - Takashi Mitsuya <yandere>

PrettyBoy - Chifuyu Matsuno

LibraryKisses - Manjiro Sano

ForeverYours - Manjiro Sano

Love,Manjiro - Manjiro Sano <nsfw>

Perfect - Manjiro Sano <nsfw/yandere>

Misguided Drabble- Manjiro Sano <ansgt>

I’mHere - Manjiro Sano <yandere>

Baji x Tutor!Reader Series ›

YandereEvent OneShot - Baji Keisuke

CaughtOffGuard - Baji Keisuke <nsfw>

Nightmares - Baji Keisuke <angst>

Teasing - Baji Keisuke

SocialCues - Baji Keisuke <comfort>

Rest - xTimeskip Baji Keisuke <comfort>

Neurodivergent!Reader Ask - Baji Keisuke

Kuroko no Basket

LittleSnack - Atsushi Murasakibara

PurpleRosesxCandyRain - Atsushi Murasakibara <nsfw>

Katekyo Hitman Reborn

YandereEvent Oneshot - Gokudera Hayato

*WORKSINPROGRESS…

*most posts are written in Fem!Reader perspective …

*please reference my Intro Post of extra information

#masterlist #tokyo revengers #tokyo rev #tokyo revengers x reader #the basketball which kuroko plays #kuroko no basuke x reader #kuroko no basket #kuroko's basketball #knb #knb x reader #knb murasakibara #murasakibara x reader #baji x reader #Mikey x reader #mitsuya x reader #katekyo hitman reborn #katekyo home tutor #khr #khr x reader #khr imagines #khr gokudera #x reader #yandere x reader

[summer-nights19]

You don't know me part 1

Daiki Aomine x fem reader

You looked down at the court from the elevated corner of the Touo academy stadium. Despite the glaring lights, the corner remained a place of partial shadow, hiding your face as you watched. It had been three years since you were last on the court- 3 long, painful years full of bitterness and yearning, so, as a general rule, you tried to avoid watching games- for the most part, all they did was remind you of what you'd lost. However, whenever you heard that one of *them* was playing, you just couldn't seem to be able to control yourself. You had to go and watch.

The generation of miracles. Once your closest friends and companions. While Teiko was known for its dominating boys' basketball team, a it was little known by most that they also had a pretty strong girls' basketball club. You'd played as a shooter for that club for the majority of your middle school career, climbing your way up to the top and taking your team with you. After practice, you'd often hung out with the boys in the gymnasium and on the way home, and, over time, you'd become good friends. At least, that was how everything had been before that wretched day near the end of your 3rd year. The day that brought your career to a grinding halt.

With the start of high school, everyone had taken separate routes and you'd lost touch with them. Even though you acted indifferent, part of you couldn't help but feel a little sad about that- you'd loved hanging out with the guys: going to town or visiting clubs with Kise, sharing Atsushi's snacks, poking fun at Midorima as he lugged around his "lucky item" for the day, discussing the season's basketball highlights with Kuroko, lounging around and talking with Aomine after school... you hadn't realised how much these moments had meant to you, how much they'd filled up your life, until they were gone. You often wondered if they felt that way too.

Generally speaking, you hated watching basketball nowadays. It was a painful reminder of what you'd lost. When you'd been asked to coach the basketball team at your school, Seirin , you'd declined without a second thought. However, it always felt different when it was one of them playing. When you watched them, you felt like you were on the court with them, moving as one. You forgot for a time.

It was no different tonight as you watched Aomine play some B-tier school during the opening bracket of the Winter Cup. He was agile as always, weaving his way in between his opponents before they even had time to react and shooting one basket after another. His own teammates barely had the chance to touch the ball. You smiled to yourself, remembering your many 1v1v matches with Aomine back in middle school. Whenever you two needed to settle anything, it'd be done on the court. You needed a favour ? sure, if you could score 10 points before him. He wanted the answers to last week's assignment ? You'd give them to him if he managed to beat you. You pretty much never beat him- you came close sometimes- but he was quick at regaining the upper hand. Despite this, you'd improved greatly thanks to your 1v1s, something that even Aomine admitted. He'd often teach you new techniques or give you advice on how to improve your form, and, though he wasn't very patient, you learned over time.

"Why are you always teaching Y/N-chin those techniques ?" Murasakibara asked him one day when you guys were eating lunch together. Aomine had gone red and averted his gaze

"Playing against her gets lame if I win all the time," he'd replied, still not looking at you.

The buzzer sounded for the end of the first quarter, the familiar sound snapping you out of your thoughts. It was time to leave now, before they had time to notice you. You couldn't face seeing them again, not yet.

Making sure no one was looking, you crept out using a side exit while the players were still ambling off of the court. Every time you finished watching one of their basketball games, you were overcome by a strong feeling of nostalgia.

You always wondered why you did this to yourself, yet somehow you could never seem to stop.

Unconsciously, you began to walk faster as the cold night breeze sliced past your skin, anxious to get out of there before the memories completely took over your mind.

"Y/N ?" The voice that calls you is deep and rich, yet somewhat lazy.

Before you can even process what is happening, you're turning around and setting your gaze on the source of the voice.

Daiki Aomine.

Possibly the last person you want to see right now, especially after everything.

Masterlist

#knb x reader #knb fanfic #aomine fanfic #aomine x reader #aomine daiki #knb aomine #knb angst #knb fluff #knb #gom x reader #fem reader

[lamnwar]

Hii!!

I love all of your writing! Can I make a request for Murasakibara? A NSFW scene about him with a shy and quiet girl? I’m not sure how this work since it’s my first time.

Hiii there 💕 thanks for the request, you have no idea how excited I was to write this one! I have so much love for Murasakibara and he's just so 😩😩😩 hope this is up to your expectations, love <3

Speak Up // Murasakibara Atsushi x Fem! Reader

MDNI 18+

Context: it's pretty fun for your boyfriend to try to guess what you're too shy to tell him, and this time, getting you to speak your mind is just the best thing he's ever done. All characters are aged-up for plot purposes (18+).

Warnings: it's smut so evidently we got some action going on 🤭, Murasakibara calls reader "doll" and "my girl", nipple sucking, oral (f! receiving) because Atsushi religiously eats pussy, protected sex, vaginal penetration, both reader and Murasakibara are pretty desperate, a bit of dumbification, Murasakibara likes reader to be loud and he's an absolute king for that 🧎🏾‍♀️

Something about you has always intrigued Atsushi. He doesn’t claim to be an expert in people by any mean – if anything, most people are absurd to him, being way too complicated for nothing. Yet, the day he’s come to take notice of you, he’s been on a quest to understand you.

It started with your first encounter, when he wondered why you kept looking at him but the second he looked back, you’d deviate your gaze. At first, he figured that you were fascinated yet intimidated by him, like most. But then, one day, he noticed that sparkle in your eyes, and from that point on, he amused himself by creating interactions with you, in hope to see that sparkle again and again. For the longest time, you struggled to hold a proper conversation with him without stuttering. Yet, he never stopped, somewhat entertained by your struggle to be around him. Then, when it clicked, he casually invited you on a date, like it was the most mundane thing to do.

Naturally, things started to change between you, to the point where you are currently dating. Yet, despite being with you for quite some time, he still sometimes find himself fascinated by you. It’s like an enigma, a fun little game of guessing. You don’t speak much, you never did. The only way to properly know you is by spending enough time to pick on the subtleties. And Atsushi is no exception to the rule. Despite being your boyfriend, he’s a victim to your shyness, and thank God it’s become an entertainment to him, overwise he probably wouldn’t invest any energy in you.

But this comes with, well… consequences. And so, you’ve come to learn for yourself soon enough.

One thing about Atsushi, is that he doesn’t play to lose. And the little guessing game you’ve unknowingly got him to play can only have one victor, and it’s definitely not you. Or maybe it is, to some extent, depending on how one thinks it. These past few hours, you’ve once again triggered his curiosity. It’s subtle, barely noticeable, but something has been on your mind, and you can’t bring yourself to address it with your boyfriend. You should be able to, after all, if you’re not vulnerable with Atsushi, then with whom will you be? Regardless, you are unable to lay your mind bare for him and say loud and clear what you want. The purple-haired boy has thus been watching you walk around your place, these little mannerisms catching his attention.

He’s silent, seemingly unbothered as he mindlessly watches TV, and you make yourself a cup of tea. Unbeknownst to you, he’s watching you from the corner of his eye, waiting for the right moment to put you under the spotlight, forcing you to speak. Oblivious, you bring your warm cup with you as you sit on the couch.

Oh?

Atsushi cocks an eyebrow – how come are you sitting so far from him, when you usually get yourself a seat in the comfort of his embrace? Your legs are tightly brought to your chest, your hands resting on your knees as your fingers absentmindedly draw figures on your skin. Your eyes wander on the screen in front of you, its light reflecting on your skin in various colours. Still, there is this specific look on your face, something that further intrigues Atsushi. It’s timid, more than usual, like a dirty little secret that is eating you away. He sighs, the sound getting you to look his way for the first time since you’ve joined him on the couch. And your eyes open wide when his big hand grab your ankles, pulling you towards his body.

“What’s going on, doll?” he lazily lays his eyes on you.

You struggle to maintain eye contact, your body paralysed by the proximity. You try to calm your breathing, sensing your heart racing way too fast for your own good.

“It’s nothing” you reply, barely credible.

He tsk, and for a while, you sit in silence. Every part of you is in panic, as you understand that he’s realized that something is on your mind and that you can’t tell him. The worst is that it’s not like you don’t want to, you actually wish you could say these things to him easily. But you can’t get yourself to speak, and here you are, crumbled against his large body, all bothered.

“You shouldn’t try to lie to me, you can’t lie for shit” he says.

You move as a duel takes place inside of your brain. You’re embarrassed, but you really want to confess your troubles to him. You’ve been bothered for almost three hours, ever since he’s come back home after practice, and you’ve felt your whole body longing for him.

“I… don’t know how to say it, it’s too embarrassing” you confess.

He looks at you, raised eyebrows. Well, if this doesn’t make the situation a whole lot more entertaining to him…

“Eh… you want me to get the truth out of you, huh?”

“No, that’s not…”

Your words are cut short by his fingers tracing your lips. This time, you get yourself to look at him with surprised eyes. It looks like he’s smirking, you notice, it’s a bit twisted but it also doesn’t help your situation.

“What’s bothering my girl, hm? Come on, tell me.”

“Atsushi…”

You deviate your eyes, hands gripping at your knees as you feel the blood rushing through your veins. You take a breath, finding this whole thing more and more unbearable. You shake your head, gathering all the courage you have in you.

“I kinda… I want to, you know…”

You don’t make sense; you mentally scold yourself. But somehow, your words make your boyfriend more intrigued, and he pulls your face closer by the chin, watching your eyes trying to escape his, in vain.

“I’m listenin’, go on.”

For a moment there, you ponder how he manages to be so nonchalant while you’re struggling.

“Well, since you came back… I wonder if we could, I mean…” you take your breath. “I’ve really been wanting… you.”

His unbothered expression shifts slightly, and taking you by surprise, he lifts your body to sit you on his lap.

“God, what kind of girl struggles so much to tell her boyfriend that she wants to get fucked? You could have said so earlier, would have save you all that trouble.”

Your hands go to hide your face; the relief of finally expressing your thoughts is short-termed, as embarrassment takes over your entire body. It’s not like you to be so eager, but you can’t help it. It’s stronger than you; you’ve just missed him all day and seeing his giant frame walk pass the door of your bedroom, his towel loosely hanging on his hips after his shower, has awaken something in you that you’ve been battling with for the past hours.

“Don’t hide now” he tuts as he removes your hands from your face, “do you want it or not?”

You nod, too flustered to reply with words and he smiles, lips inching closer to yours.

“You’re too damn shy for your own good” he mutters before kissing you.

Your lips hungrily capture him, surprising yourself. You can’t control this animalistic urge to take in every inch of the beautiful boy. And the minute your lips separate, you desperately go for another kiss, hips grinding on his lap as his tongue laps at your bottom lip. A soft sound escapes your throat, and you feel your cheeks burning. It’s embarrassing, how desperate you are for him, but he couldn’t disagree more. Seeing you so hungry for him, Atsushi feels an intense wave stirring his insides. He’s never wanted you more.

“Shit, doll, I’m kinda impatient now” he pants against your skin “gotta have a taste of you, you’d like that?”

You whimper as a response, owning a sigh from your boyfriend. His large palms roam your back, landing on your bottom as he pushes you as close to him as he can. You feel him warm against your core, feeling like a simple creature driven by lust. Is it so wrong, though, to want him so viscerally?

“It’s ok now, you can use your words. Need to know how needy my girl is.”

You look at him with big eyes, not understanding how it turns him on when it flusters you, but figuring out that, in the condition you’re in, there’s no lost in indulging in his demand.

“I want you to touch me, Atsushi” you voice out, feeling your blood pumping in your veins.

It’s so bold, you think to yourself, but your request sends the boy in a frenzy, and he’s quick to lift you up, carrying you to your room. You land on the bed, thoughts for a minute wandering to your cup of tea left untouched, before you’re brought back to reality by Atsushi’s hands removing your top. His action leaves your hair dishevelled, but you don’t have time to worry about it, because your boyfriend’s lips are currently hungrily devouring every parcel of exposed skin. You feel weak, nothing but a complete mess under his touch. His soft mouth travels to your exposed breasts, and you glare down to see him take your nipple between his lips, sucking on it with passion. His actions seem thoughtless, more instinctive, he’s a starved man feasting on you. You gasp, your fingers roaming in those long lavender strands. It’s a bit of softness added to the moment, enough to remind you that you finally got what you wanted.

“Atsushi, please…”

“What now?”

Your pleading eyes meet his, and you once again get a rush that allows you to speak your mind.

“Eat me out, I’m begging you!”

It’s so lewd, these aren’t words that you’d usually speak. Yet, it feels surprisingly good to be so honest. Stripped from all these chains that restrain you from speaking your mind, forcing yourself to put any embarrassment at the back of your head. For once, you’ve asked for exactly what you want. And you’re absolutely right to do so, because no one savours your pussy like Atsushi does.

He’s not long to respond to your demand, finding his place between your thighs like he’s always belonged there. Upon seeing the stain on your cotton panties, he raises his eyebrows, long fingers tracing your lips through the fabric.

“For how long you have been so horny, doll?”

He’s so blunt that you are momentarily stunned.

“Don’t say things like that” you mutter.

“Answer me.”

You look up at the ceiling, trying to ignore the throbbing in between your legs.

“Since you came out of the shower” you confess quietly, almost like whisper.

“Huh? Didn’t hear you.”

You inhale, as his fingers hook in the elastic of your underwear, slowly pulling it down as he awaits your answer.

“Since… you came out of the shower” you repeat a little louder.

“Seriously?”

The temperature of the room contrasts with the scorching heat of your cunt, making you shiver. You can already tell how wet you are, your arousal coating every crevasse of your vulva.

“Yeah.”

“That’s so like you to suffer in silence for so long. What would you have done if I hadn’t picked up on your weird ass behaviour?”

You don’t have time to reply, a gasp leaving your lips when his mouth lays kisses down your inner thighs towards your exposed core. A shiver runs down your spine when his hot breath falls on your clitoris. It feels like too much, even though he hasn’t done anything yet. You close your eyes, opening them up suddenly when his pretty mouth finally makes contact with your most sensitive part. Atsushi’s tongue is heavy and languid, running between your lips and tasting you with incredible fervour. You whimper, the movement of the wet muscle electricizing your entire body. And he watches you, eyes half-lidded, savouring the sight of you being an absolute mess as much as he savours the taste of your sweet cunt. He sucks on your clitoris, watching you struggle to keep these sounds from escaping your throat. It makes him smile, how you fail at it, fail at hiding your arousal.

And when your fingers goes to wrap in his long locks, burying his face between your legs as your hips buck forward, he knows. It never takes long for you to come when he eats you out. But even when you cry his name, and your legs try to close, he doesn’t stop. Atsushi never stops, not before he is satiated. But the truth is, he never gets enough of you. His strong arms keep your legs apart, while he hums in satisfaction against you. You are overwhelmed, that much is a certainty, but deep in your soul you don’t want him to stop. The bliss you’re feeling is worth these cries coming out of you. The more it goes, the less you find yourself trying to control yourself, keeping it low out of embarrassment of letting yourself be consumed by the way he makes you feel. Maybe it’s for the best, you think in a brief moment of clarity, maybe he really should fuck you dumb, so you won’t feel the urge to restrain yourself anymore.

“Are you still with me, doll?”

Your starry eyes notice your boyfriend’s pretty face hovering above yours, your arousal glistening on his chin. Seeing your eyes twinkle like that warms his heart, and he smiles before kissing you. You need more, you need him.

“Baby please!” your voice is so clear that it takes him aback for an instant.

You’ve never been so loud, so sure in these settings. For a second, Atsushi wonders if you’ve always had that in you; you’re different from the girl that usually keeps it low, ever so shyly begging for him, for his fingers, his mouth, his cock.

“What does my girl want?” he asks smoothly.

Your lips quiver. Most of the time, Atsushi seems detached from everything, almost insensitive. Even when you get intimate, he keeps that cool that is so unsettling. Sometimes it brings you to wonder, does he even enjoy it? But now that you get a glimpse of softness, of vulnerability in the tone of his voice and the shape of his smile, you’ve never felt so loved.

“Want you, Atsushi. Can you please give it to me? I really want you.”

“Is that so?” He raises an eyebrow as he gets up.

In slow movements, he removes his clothes, leaving the sight of his naked body all for you to appreciate. Your heart beats at a crazy pace as you detail ever inch of him. His large shoulders, his porcelain skin, his cock – big, beautiful, and proud, only asking for the warmth of your body.

“Yeah” your voice cracks.

“Want me buried in this pretty pussy? In my pretty pussy?” he rolls a condom down his length.

You whimper, nodding enthusiastically. It’s adorable, he thinks, but now that he’s got you speaking, he won’t take anything but your words for an answer.

“Say it, then.”

You feel him drag his head between your slit, then stopping it at your overstimulated clit, teasing, taunting.

“Please fuck me Atsushi.”

Those words sound like a heavenly song to the tall man’s ears. He doesn’t make you wait any longer, and he doesn’t make himself wait any longer. Your legs wrap around his waist as he dips slowly inside you, till he reaches the bottom. You hiss, somehow still unused to his extraordinary size despite your arousal. His fingers wrap around your jaw, forcing you to look at his face as he moves out, then dives right back in. His movements are slow, almost lazy, and they last for what seems to be a never-ending moment. You whine, and he cocks his head, his hair falling on your cheeks.

“What is it, huh?”

“Faster…” you articulate.

He grins at your request, and quickly obliges. His thrusts take a sudden change of pace, while his hands trail down to grab your hips, keeping you firmly pressed in the mattress as he pounds into you. You are speechless, senses heightened like a beast in nature. You feel everything; from his grip on your hips, to your pounding heart in your chest, and his cock dragging in and out of your velvety walls. It’s almost too good, and you let your pleasure voice itself out. The sweetest moans and cries leave your throat, making Atsushi moan in your ear. He loves the sounds of you so much, and he doesn’t fail to show it to you by holding you closer, digging as deep as he physically can.

“Fuck…” he grits between his teeth “see why you should tell me when you want me? See how good it feels when you speak up?”

You nod frenetically, failing to form a tangible response as every time you open your mouth, gasps and whimpers escape. It’s almost endearing to see how much happier you look when you do not let yourself be chained by your shyness. Seeing that bliss on your face, the stars in your eyes, the heavenly sounds coming out of your sweet lips, you’re so… bright, loud, and beautiful. And your boyfriend has never been so glad that he’s made you speak up, breaking you out of your mould.

Your fingers travel from his back where you’ve left the marks of your nails to reach his nape, tangling in his soft lock before travelling down to his cheeks. Your touch is a moment of softness, and he looks at you, feeling everything disappears around him as he can only see you.

“I think I’m gonna cum again ‘Tsushi” you manage to articulate.

“Of course you will.”

In a last effort, you pull his face towards yours to leave a messy kiss on his lips. Your moans get lost against the softness of his mouth, and soon enough, you feel every cell of your body ignite. As you reach your peak, you don’t even try to muffle the cry evading your throat. The next following seconds are a complete haze, only the grunts of Atsushi appearing clear to you as he also reaches his orgasm. You can’t tell when he’s pulled out, when he’s laid next to you, when he’s pulled your exhausted body next to his. But then, you’re brought back to reality as you feel his fingers gently pat your head, resting warmly on your hair as you fall against his strong shoulder.

“I love you doll, but you really gotta be less quiet with me” he says.

You laugh softly, cheeks burning up.

“Do you like it so much when I’m loud and outspoken?”

Your question is timid, naïve, but it warms his heart more than he’s willing to admit.

“I sure do, so next time you want me, say so. Don’t make me guess. Fucking scream it how much you love me, alright?”

“Anything for you, Atsushi.”

#here it is! hope you like it <3 #i really wanted an occasion to write on my favourite purple boy so thanks for the request :) #writing this made me realize how i should show more love to my man 😩 #knb #kuroko no basuke #murasakibara atsushi #knb x reader #murasakibara x reader #knb smut #murasakibara smut

[bokuroskitten]

᯽⸱៰ ͘ ࣭⸰ 𖥔 ͙ࣳ They’re big, buff, and built. Let’s talk about all things beefy with this collab, dedicated to our favs who could easily throw us around <3

In honour of hitting 4k I thought I’d host a collab dedicated to my favourite kind of man, the one that could squish me with their tits <3 this is very on brand hehe

THIS IS AN 18+ COLLAB, MINORS YOU ARE NOT WELCOME TO JOIN. DNI.

status: open

due: anytime in November

Rules:

᯽ Any character (male or female, there are some beefy females out there too! 😳) from any fandom is welcome for this collab. Just send me an ask or a DM to join!

᯽ Characters can be written up to three times, but honestly, I’m not picky, just talk to me

᯽ The piece can be SFW, NSFW or DC so long as it’s tagged and labelled appropriately

᯽ All pieces are welcome, including art. Just let me know the details when you ask in your ask/dm

᯽ The posts will be due any time in NOVEMBER, so November 1st all the way to the 30th! (I know many writers will be writing for kinktober and I don't wanna overwhelm anyone <3) this is a loose due date so if you need more time lemme know <3

᯽ Tag your piece with #bigbeefymencollab and tag me when you’re done so I can add you to the masterlist

᯽ Feel free to reblog this to spread the word <3

Master list:

Tokyo Rev

Taiju x reader - @tokyomanjihoe/ @nanaminshousewife

Kakucho x reader - @haitaniapologist

Benkei x reader - @dejwrites

Benkei x reader - @1900-aria

Mucho x reader @kisakiapologist

Haikyuu

Daichi x reader - @tsukisdarling

Bokuto x reader - @kentoszn

Ushijima x reader (sfw) - @lou-struck

Osamu x reader - @semisgroupie

Ushijima x reader - @icntblvfreudwasrite

Kuroo x reader - @mrskenmakozume

Ushijima x Bokuto x fem!reader - @rosesandtoshi

JJK

Todo x reader - @thus-spoke-gee

Todo x reader - @nneedynymph

Sakuna x reader - @nkogneatho

Demon Slayer

haganezuka x reader - @bvnnichuu

Tengen x reader - @mxonigirimiya

Giyomei x reader - @shinigamiplayroom

Tengen x kyojuro x reader - @demonbanger

Giyuu x reader - @1990-05-10

AOT

Mikasa x reader - @kazuwhora

Mikasa x reader - @sweetforlevi

Eren x reader - @makkabuns-yanderen

Reiner x reader - @nneedynymph

Erwin x reader - @beware-of-the-rogue

Genshin

Itto x reader - @kxeyas

Gangsta

nicolas brown x reader - @arlertslove

BNHA

Shigaraki x reader - @arozaur

Kiri x Tetsu x reader - @scarlettriot

KNB

daiki aomine x reader - @tetsukentona

murasakibara x reader - @theehcneypot

Kaiju No. 8

Kafka Habino x reader @aztecbrujeria

Obey Me

beelzebub x reader - @libraryofua

CROSSOVER:

Kirishima x Bokuto - @weebaboobs

Artist

@spaceywarlock

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[dulcetscen]

hi there!! i'd like to request a scenario for murasakibara where he and his female s/o are snowed in, if that's okay! what would that be like, im curious. apologies if this is too vague!

I’m so sorry that it took so long to get this out! 

Also, I live in south Texas, so I have no idea what snow is like haha. So forgive me if this is really simple/vague. I hope you enjoy it otherwise! Thank you for requesting. ♡

“Atsu, we are not going to run out of snacks.”

You couldn’t help but roll your eyes, smiling at the sight of your (honestly oversized) boyfriend rummaging through the cupboards, taking a mental inventory of the snacks and sweets that you had remaining.

It was day two of being snowed in, and despite going grocery shopping the day before the snowpocalypse began, Atsushi still fretted over the possibility of running out of food.

And though you knew that he was sort of kidding, at the rate that Atsushi ate, he was probably right.

He allowed his head to fall in defeat, letting out a deep sigh.

“How can you be so sure?”

Snorting, you got up from your seat on the couch and walked into the kitchen where he stood. You wrapped your arms as much as you could around his waist, snuggling your face against the muscles of his back. You rubbed his stomach and his hands fell to cover over yours.

You always envied how warm Atsushi was, and despite wearing the warmest set of pajamas you could find in his drawers and the fuzziest pair of socks you could buy, you could still feel the cool air that sank to your ankles from outside.

“I’m not,” you finally responded.

“So we’re going to starve.”

He said with such a straight face and voice, as if it were a matter of fact. You laughed against his back at what he thought to be the problem of the century.

“You know I’m a growing boy, [f/n]~chin,” He paused, looking over his shoulder at you with a slight smirk. “I need food to grow healthily.”

“You don’t need to grow any more, Atsushi,” you laughed as you moved with him, his arms stretching to glance into another cabinet. “You could eat the vegetables that we bought earlier this week. We have plenty of those.”

He audibly gagged at the suggestion, shuddering lightly at the thought of eating something remotely healthy.

You rolled your eyes, knowing that he couldn’t see. ”If anything, we can always bake something instead?”

You felt him perk up instantly at your suggestion, and letting go of your hands, he turned around to face you. He opened his mouth to agree but was interrupted by your placing a finger against his lips.

“But first, I need you to cuddle me.” You smiled at the slight furrow of his eyebrows. “I’m freezing, and as payment for baking later, I require cuddles.”

His face softened at your explanation, smiling lightly as you leaned against him, your chin against his chest as you looked up at him. “I think that’s a fair trade off.”

He leaned his head down to yours, catching your lips in a gentle kiss as he rested his hands on your hips.

“I think so, too.”

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[kodaiki]

[7:46 P.M.]

you smile politely, greeting each guest with a curtsy as they enter the ballroom of your home. it's a castle, better worded, but still, the house you grew up in.

balls might’ve been one of your favorite pastimes; if not for the ability to dress up in one those fancy gowns you used to fantasize about when you were a child, but the idea of meeting new people from across all lands in addition to your own common folk in your kingdom.

“your highness! the ever so courteous,” the blacksmith of the kingdom, specially hired for some of your father’s best armor, greets you with a warm smile and bow. “how do you do?”

“managing well, thank you sir,” you grin, beaming at the familiar face. it’s been a while since you visited the town, skipping down the cobblestones paths to greet and see those familiar shop owners and business keepers.

you’re a well revered princess, charismatic to every face you meet, whether it be an elder or child. you keep a humble facade on the common grounds, running in a casual gown - still made with the finest of materials, of course - and barefooted to chase and play with the young children of the town. guards and your personal security may disagree with that, having most of their day be chasing after you in panic for your safety but all in all, the kingdom, army and common folk alike, adore you.

that’s why it’s such a pleasure having these sorts of events like balls, allowing you to greet all those familiar faces you’ve also come to love and adore (they are your citizens after all) in one giant setting.

not to mention the dancing as well. you’d probably move until your feet fell off, spinning and clapping to the fairytale you had the gift of calling your life.

you barely recall the turn of events, being pulled into the arms of another during the part of the dance in which partners alternate. one minute you’re dancing with a stranger out of politeness and the next, you’re face to face – well, chest, of a well dressed individual, gold and purple seams blueing your vision.

and then you look up. (omg the chorus here <3)

a pair of familiar violet eyes stare seriously down at you, shining slightly due to the reflection coming off from the hanging chandeliers up above.

your lips only part in slight awe that number one, prince murasakibara happened to become your dance partner and two, he was dancing at all. at most of these balls, he’d much rather stand in a corner, preferably near a table of refreshments he’d snack on throughout the night.

not a word is uttered as he grasps your smaller hand in his, guiding you easily throughout the ballroom floor, other hand settled on your waist.

murasakibara was the clumsiest of dancers when you were kids, unaware of how to move his stiff legs and keep in time with upper body movements. meanwhile, the man you’re dancing with now is nothing but a stranger compared to the boy who’d groan when you’d ask to practice with him.

murasakibara lived a kingdom over, just beyond the sea separating your two lands. as you recall your history, it was two friends who owned the two kingdoms, evident by the lack of turf wars for the sea and trading ports. and as time continued to pass, no king or queen desired to make enemies with each other.

even being separated by a large body of water, you and murasakibara grew up together, having four parents that’d been friends prior to their coronations and marriages. it’d only been suited that their children be well acquainted in case of the possibility of a betrothal between their own heirs.

murasakibara never had to worry about that, being the youngest of five siblings; not that he cared about taking the throne, he much believed that one of his older brothers or his sister would be better suited for that – and that’s not coming from a place of self deprecation.

you though, you have the great possibility of taking over your land. have no cousin or relative of yours with great enough title stepped up when your father is to retire from king, it’d all be yours.

he hasn’t seen you in so long, he thinks as his eyebrows furrow, struggling to read your expression. your eyes stay blank and almost shocked while your lips stay parted, but you make no move to stop dancing.

the last thing the two of you have seen each other was around the time you were both fourteen. since then though, either of you had to enroll and follow your own duties as prince and princess, having little to no time for the free time you used to once have.

did you now run alone in your garden if you had time? murasakibara asked mentally, recalling the times he’d chase you back and forth, following the sound of your shrill giggles.

did you go to the marketplace alone? he wonders. one day you were tugging and pulling him throughout your land, showing off your favorite shops and people to see while he pretended to be bored (when he was really having the time of his life by your side), and now you were quietly going down those same cobblestone paths with no one by your side.

or was there?

murasakibara wasn’t very present in his parents’ conversations regarding your kingdom. only did he ever pay any attention when your name was uttered out of either of their mouths. never did he hear of a betrothal or upcoming marriage, to his relief.

but who’s to say that there isn’t someone in your life currently?

so, as if you just may have someone in your life he doesn’t know about yet, he grips you a little firmer, relishing in quite possibly your last dance together.

you blink slowly when murasakibara's face relaxes, looking over yours slowly, as if committing it to memory — or maybe he was just comparing how you look now with how you did then.

murasakibara sure shaped into the distinguished man you guessed he’d be. already tall in stature as a child, a little clumsy at that, you knew he’d fill in well and get over those little tripping mishaps. and there he is now, stoic and as refined as ever, standing before you.

his hair, which was once just to his shoulders and cascading over his tired eyes, is now tied back into a neat half-do with strand of hair cascading down his forehead and temples.

you still don’t know if you’re in awe from how long it’s been since you’ve seen him or the fact that he looks so good.

you haven’t seen him in so long, you think with a wobbly expression, eyes now glistening. you won’t cry, you promise, knowing how awkward and confusing that’d be in the middle of a ball.

you wonder if his sword fighting was just as bad as you remember, but judging by his physique, you’re sure it must be better.

you wonder if he’s still shy talking to strangers, much like when he was younger and used to have you do most of the talking to anyone in a room. not that it was an issue, you tended to be the talker between the two of you and he listener.

and god, do you hope that there’s no one else he’s holding as close as he is you right now.

“i’ve missed you, atsushi,” you utter, breaking the silence – as you always did when it was the two of you.

your voice sounded like butter to his ears.

he, visibly relaxing, evident by the dip his shoulder makes as you hold his bicep, sighs. “it’s been long,” he murmurs, before turning you flawlessly and bringing you back into his arms. “too long.”

the song could be over and you wouldn’t know; the two of you were in your own world at this point, the theoretical spotlight on you and you two only. you turn and step across the dance floor, in sync with the other couples but there’s not a doubt that most of the onlookers are staring at the two of you because they know. they feel the chemistry.

many have tried to win your hearts, but it’s easy to see now, plain as day: your hearts have been reserved just for each other. they’ve only been calling out to each other for years and it’s finally time that they’ve reunited.

the songs ends as murasakibara dips you, holding you up with his arm tight at your waist. before he has a chance to lift you back up, you grip at his blouse’s sleeve. “don’t go,” you murmur, hoping he catches on to what you mean.

his heart hammers against his chest at your words. nonetheless, he nods firmly, taking the leap. “never again.”

and then he kisses you, sealing his promise.

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[baesketballers]

Yay! Askbox is open!! May I request a scenario where Murasakibara(with his honest and bluntness) ended up saying something(maybe during an argument?) that really hurt his s/o. Later on he ends up apologizing with some make up nsfw? Thanks, love!

I’m not gonna write the NSFW part because I feel like there are quite a few NSFW already in my askbox, sorry!

“Why are you so annoying? You just keep getting in my way.”

He did not even utter your name after saying that, but it was not as if hearing him say it with that stupid suffix would convince you that he was joking. You remember the chill down your spine, the way you felt as if something was stuck down your throat and your heart stopped autonomously. You remember the dryness of your lips. His lavender eyes were cold, and so were you.

But now you feel warm. Hot, to be precise, from the rage that nestles in your belly. You are not even sure if you are more angry than hurt. You feel stupid as you watch your own tears fall down your cheeks to your sweatpants, your knees almost touching your forehead as you curl yourself up against the door of your room. Those fresh droplets seep through the cotton, creating dark spots on your pants that increase in number, reminding you of how long you’ve been crying.

You feel stupid because it was such a small spark that caused your burn. Maybe you were being too adamant in feeding him veggies, but you would not have guess for him to react that way. The plate shook on the table, the fork clattered as it fell to the ground, and your legs tremble even as you walk away from the scene. 

There is a timid knock on the door and a voice that calls out your name. He sounds way too close.

“__________-chin.”

Your heart clenches and you feel your nails digging deeper crescents on the skin of your palm as you ball your hands into fists. This is too soon for you, because all you want to do is scream at him just to show him how much he’s hurt you with only a few words, and then tell him to leave.

You’re lying to yourself because you’re the one who wants to disappear.

Upon hearing nothing beyond the door, Murasakibara feels his organs drop inside him as if he has just fallen from the sky. His two feet are rooted on the ground, however, though he has the feeling you don’t want to see him right now. Maybe not just right now, he thinks. Maybe you don’t want to see him ever again.

“__________-chin, please,” he says, the childish aloofness in his voice almost entirely gone, “open the door.”

Then he hears a muffled choked sob and he knows he messed up.

“Please open the door,” Murasakibara says, inwardly cursing the way his voice cracks slightly as he speaks.

“No,” you almost immediately reply, like a person flinching at a burning touch. Your voice was even hoarser than his. What did he expect, really? Of course you were crying.

“Why are you so annoying? You just keep getting in my way.”

Murasakibara hears his own voice in his head and is mortified.

You hug your knees still, biting down your bottom lip to stop it from trembling as you freeze. You will never be able to breathe again until you feel his presence disappear from beyond the flimsy wooden slab you are currently leaning upon. His cold eyes flash at the back of your mind and a thought crosses your mind. 

He could always just crush the door if he wants to.

You hear a thump from the other side of the door and your heart jumps. Murasakibara leans his forehead on the door, a mix of pain and guilt in his face that you can’t see. 

“I’m sorry,” his voice is more muffled now, and you know he is far from crushing the door open. “I was mean,” he says again, “you’re not annoying, __________-chin. You never got in my way.”

“I… just really hate vegetables, that’s all.”

You almost scoff at how utterly ridiculous his reasoning is, making him sound more like a child than his actual age. Though you are mildly amused, the fresh wounds are still sensitive to the touch, and you find yourself unable to let him in, literally and figuratively. Your boyfriend is smart, despite what he shows the world to see. He can be cunning, and sometimes you find yourself unable to actually understand him.

The words replay in your head unwillingly. Annoying. Getting in the way. Just by the memory of it, you find your eyes getting hot again.

“Go away,” you rasp. He more than senses the bite in your tone and realizes even more at how badly he hurt you. Murasakibara swallows a bile down his throat and leaves after a few moments. You hear his soft footsteps fade away and break into more tears.

Perhaps he really finds you annoying.

All the whispers you’re hearing from the voice in your head are proven wrong when you notice a sound from your right. You see a piece of long, thin foil—a gum.

“I’m really sorry, __________-chin. I hate vegetables.” He repeats. You leave the gum be, only able to stare at it.

“But I hate more when __________-chin is sad. I hate it the most when you are sad because of me.”

Your sobs are completely audible now. Murasakibara crouches down, resting a palm against the door as if trying to touch your back, to feel the warmth of your body through the cool slab of wood between the two of you. He pictures you curled up, your face red and your hair a mess, all because of him, and he feels his insides twisting uncomfortably like he wants to puke. 

He realizes he’s disgusted with himself.

“I’m sorry,” he says again. I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I can’t say it enough, please, I’m sorry, I love you, I love you so much. 

A moment later he hears a sniffle or two and the sound of the door being unlocked, and he feels lightheaded. 

#Murasakibara Atsushi #murasakibara #murasakibara x reader #gender neutral #reader insert #fem!reader #female!reader #male!reader #angst #maybe #knb #kuroko no basket #darling anon #writing #imagine #imagines #scenario #kuroko no basket scenarios #kuroko no basket imagines #scenarios

[chrissshub]

❝HER P****Y LIKE WONDERLAND❞

pairings: fem! reader x various char. | jjk, hq, tokrev, knb

cw: language, oral(f. receiving), fingering, implied missionary, p***ydrunk boys in general, a little mean

a/n: yup, i was listening to 1400/999 freestyle and JuiceWRLD's line just hit a little too hard.

HOW WELL YOU TAKE HIM

God does he adore it all,his precious baby being squeezed beneath him and struggling to take even an inch in. Your hands press against his abdomen, nauls clawing at his skin. He knew all too well than to give into your mericful display.

He was frankly aware of what his own abilities made him capable of, the girth of his cock stretching you just right. Or even how the thick crown placed wet kisses onto your cervix, inducing those heavenly archs to consume your spine.

He loves watching your body react to his every thrust, finding even the slightest of recoils to be pleasing. His eyes began their sinful descent down your body, studying at how the streams of drool glistened against your chin, uncaringly dressing your skin. He noticed how your breasts bounced with each thrust, pushing and pulling the valley of your chest. He couldn’t even help but chuckle at how deep your stomach caved in, clutching at the depth he filled.

Yet what nearly brought the man to a standstill was the sight he least expected: the thick ring of white adoring his shaft. He simply couldn’t part his eyes from it, watching your cunt coat him with the very fruits of your ecstasy. He was shocked, to say the least, shocked to know that he could exude such lewdness from your body.

Just the churning sounds of his cock being lathered within your slick was enough to have him seeing stars and spewing curses at the top of his lungs. It had him clutching at the sheets, barely grasping the moment as is. He felt compelled to tell you of his discovery, knowing it’d spur you on, bringing his smirking lips to your ear.

“Just look at how much you’re creamin’ around me, Baby. You must like it when I fuck you like this, don’t you?”

- Gojo, Toji, Todo, Hiromi, Draken, Ran, Izana, Sanzu, Hanma, Nahoya, Shion, Oikawa, Kyotani, Atsumu, Kageyama, Kuroo, Tsukishima, Aomine, Midorima, Akashi

HOW GREEDY YOU CAN BE

That night shouldn’t have been like any other. Your legs trembled for more, dainty hands clawing at tensed forearms beside your head. “Aw, does my baby want somethin’ more?” he cooed, mocking your lipful pout with glee.

He didn’t wish to keep himself waiting any longer, the coil residing within his stomach weighing heavier by the passing minutes. He slid his fist down his shaft, feeding himself with a few loose strokes before the initial push.

The moment his swollen tip even nipped at your slit, he knew he was well in over his head. The way your walls could envelop his length into a viscid blend of warmth and sin was one for the books. Even now as he mentally tried to prepare himself, your greed spoke for itself, your hips pushing to ease the burning need within.

A mindless whimper left from his lips, watching as you pulled him inside the entrapping clench of your walls. The pressure alone had his head being thrown back, hands reaching out for anything to bear his fluctuating whims. If it wasn’t for the ghostly grip along the headboard, he was sure he’d paint your walls just off the contact alone.

- Nanami, Geto, Naoya, Toji, Mikey, Ran, Rindou, Kokomi, Souya, Kazutora, Kakucho, Chifuyu, Kisaki, Hakkai, Konoha, Lev, Bokuto, Semi, Ushijima, Kenma, Sakusa, Iwazumi, Suna, Ukai, Kagami, Murasakibara, Ryota

HOW MUCH HE LOVES TO PLAY WITH YOU

He remembers that night ever so vividly, still being ingrained in how he threw himself into a rut. It was simply honestly, his head smothered by the plushy mounds of your thighs. He found complete solace in your stead, relishing in having you all to himself. The minor details threw him into a spiral, his eyes trained to every feature that laid before his hazy eyes.

Beginning with your puffy folds, curving around his tongue, clinging to the slickened muscle. He’ll drag a path towards the coy pearl of your clit, begging for his attention. And of course, he’d answer the call, swirling lazy circles to stir the dormant nerves awake. Once those legs of yours got to quaking, he’d chuckle to himself, holding the limbs steady.

Not to mention how he finds such amusement in teasing your slit. He knows how anxious you are, wanting to have your walls stretched and struggling to take him, but for now, his tongue was all you’d receive, mere nips and grazes to taunt.

Just off your scent alone had the man drunk off fervor, his mouth latching onto the tender bud whenever your voice grew timid. He longed to hear you, that angelic song of praise to ring from your spit-ridden lips. From every whimper, gasp, or buck of your hips doused the man beneath the spell of desire. He needed more, more of you and your essence to spill onto his awaiting tongue.

His thumb seemed to always find a way to your clit, swiping at the flushed nerved with purpose. He loves the way your slit pulses, bringing forth more of your arousal to spoil his sweet tooth with. Whenever you squirm even an inch from his coddling lips, he’ll send a chilling stare to meet your eyes with a warning anyone would succumb to.

“Move one more time and I’ll edge this pussy ‘til you’re a crying mess.”

- Choso, Nanami, Noritoshi, Mitsuya, Rindou, Souya, Inui, Takemitchi, Hakkai, Akaashi, Daichi, Sugawara, Kita, Asahi, Osamu, Aran, Murasakibara, Kagami

tags: @dejwrites @nanaminshousewife @gabzlovesu @angwritez @rinhoes @aasouthteranoswife @earlesskitten @cyb3rwinx @seyawrld

#anime #reader insert #x fem!reader #x female reader #x black fem reader #x black reader #tokyo rev x reader #tokyo revengers #jjk x reader #jujutsu kaisen #haikyuu!! #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu smut #jjk smut #tokyo revengers smut #kuroko no basket #kuroko's basketball #various characters #knb smut #reader x character #fanfic smut

[bytez4life]

hi! can i request aomine x reader who can beat him? i think it would be interesting 😋

aomine x male reader

tw; none, fem aligned DNI

a/n: thank you for requesting :) im going to do headcanons as im still practicing my writing. i hope you like it!

wc: 538

- aomine? getting beat?

- he doesn't think so.

- i mean look at this man's ego, he's basically played everyone he can think of

- so when you show up asking for a game, hes unimpressed

- what makes it worse is that momoi had asked (begged) you to challenge aomine

- momoi is tired of trying getting aomine to practice

- she just happened to be in the right place right time to see you play

- like aomine you grew up playing street ball

- (kinda weird you guys didnt meet)

- so when you offer a bribe of popsicles and food, he reluctantly agrees

- he thinks theres no harm in getting free stuff

- oh how wrong he was

~~

- you've literally shocked him to his core

- how did you even get past?

- for the first time in years he's actually trying

- and what's really putting him off is that you aren't even talking?

- like you're really focused on the game

- crossed his ankles like no tomorrow

- he's not even mad at this point

- just really interested in you

- and just a tad wee competitive

- obviously, you win, but you still offer him the food

- even more shocked at this point tbh

- the two of you and momoi walk to the store after the game

- you buy everyone food

- (and maybe a magazine for aomine on the side)

- he definitely challenges you to another match

- you just smile and tell him to practice and maybe he can have a rematch

- you've lit a fire under him now

romantic hcs

- everyone is literally in doubt

- aomine? a boyfriend?

- who would ever put up with him?

- (you ofc)

- the gom are the first to find out

- momoi is super happy to have you there, someone who can keep her friend under control

- murasakibara could care less, you buy snacks for him and that's all that matters

- kuroko loves talking to you + the two of you enjoy playing with #2 (aka terrorizing kagami with him)

- kise always wants to drag you to his modeling gigs for input

- midorima asks you constantly if aomine threatened you to date him

- akashi approves because he can see you have a good soul, and invites you to play shogi

- (this dude is so surprised when you beat him, and it becomes a regular thing for you guys to compete)

~~

- now onto how he would act to you

- stops reading his magazines out of respect for you

- you didn't really ask him, he just knows its what he should do

- he is really stubborn when you tell him to practice and take care of himself

- will do instantly it if you mention it could help him beat you

- many cuddles and naps

- dude is sleeping 90% of the time in the show, so I'm not surprised he would enjoy naps with you a lot

- is a small spoon even if he'd never admit

- not a rare occurrence to find the two of you tangled up on the roof or the gym asleep

- the team + momoi don't bother you because they know you have him under control

- really loves you + lets you know that

- (pls he can't even sleep anymore without you this dude is head over heels for you)

- take care of him please

@BYTEZ4LIFE - do not plagiarize / copy

a/n; i hope you enjoyed it, please request if you want!

#knb #knb x reader #male reader #kuroko no basket #knb aomine #aomine imagines #aomine x reader #kuroko #midorima #murasakibara #x male reader #bytez4life works #knb scenarios #knb fluff

[codename-bewareofthefangirl]

Hiii! I really love your blog I spent all day on It. I've never actually requested something on here yet. SOOO here's my request. Momoi and the fem!reader are secretly dating and GOM doesn't know yet because she's scared of coming out to them because who knows what they think and one day when they think their alone and they kiss and GOM sees it all? (and they accept her and her dating girls) thank uuuuuuuu

Hi sweetheart! Sorry for the long wait and thank you for your compliments, you’re very kind! I hope you’ll be satisfied with this, I believe Momoi would be the sweetest girlfriend! Let me know!

Have a wonderful day!

Momoi Satsuki x Fem!Reader, Fluff, Kiss, The GoM

Kissing in the wrong place

One of the perks of dating Momoi was that she was incredibly affectionate. She’d light up entirely every time you laughed and her eyes would fill with fondness as she watched you smiling; she loved to hold hands, exchange kisses on the cheeks or the point of the nose and snuggle together.

Momoi made you always feel appreciated. You didn’t need her to say it, even if she was very vocal about her love for you because you could see it in the way she beamed.

That’s why you never pressured her into coming out to her team. She was scared of their reaction and you didn’t mind giving her the time she needed; you were also a bit afraid of their judgment too, as the boys were an important piece of Momoi’s life.

“I’m sorry SO-chan! I didn’t know we had extra-practice today!” Momoi whined as she swung your interlaced hands back and forth. It was only the two of you behind the building of the gym and there wasn’t the need to restrain yourselves.

You chuckled and shook your head.

“It’s okay, go and be a good manager,” you replied with a warm smile.

Still, Momoi pouted, unhappy.

“I had promised to walk home with you!”

“We can do it tomorrow,” you reassured it, “I’m not mad.”

Momoi sighed, “You should be. You’re too soft on me!”

You giggled and shrugged, “I like spoiling you.”

This made the girl beam and she jumped in your arms, hugging you tightly. Then she pulled back just enough to look at your face and grinned mischievously.

“I should reward you for being such an amazing girlfriend…” purred, batting her eyelashes. She was near enough to your breaths to mix.

“Momoi this isn’t the right place…”

“Nobody is here, SO-chan!” She chirped, lips brushing together like feathers, “It will be our pretty, little secret.”

You felt your cheeks flaming, but couldn’t look away from her intense pink eyes and didn’t muster to form a reply in time. She leaned and kissed you softly, warm cherry lips moving on yours in a slow and hypnotizing dance. Her hands played with your hair as you grabbed her shirt.

“OH FUCK!”

Momoi froze in your arms and you divided abruptly.

The entire Generation of Miracles had just turned the corner where you were hiding and was now staring at you wide eyes. Momoi slowly retracted and you could see how her small smile faltered and quivered.

“G-guys-I-Sorry-This-”She mumbled as the panic filled her lungs. You didn’t feel any better, looking like a deer struck by the lights of a car.

“I KNEW IT!” Kise was the first one to react, bouncing towards you with a shining smile. He pulled Momoi in a quick hug and grinned at Aomine, “I told you she was in love! I told you!”

Aomine grunted and look away.

“Dai-chan?” Momoi called in a small voice, but Kise answered for him.

“He was annoyed that you didn’t go to his house last weekend, for your usual movie night. I bet, seeing how happy you were recently, you had a date! I was right!” he revealed, proud of himself.

“I wasn’t annoyed!” Aomine growled, pink dusting his cheeks.

“You were, Aomine-kun.” You nearly screamed as a boy appeared in front of you from nowhere. He bowed at you politely.

“Kuroko Tetsuya, nice to meet you.” Yeah, you had guessed.

Flustered, you bowed too.

“SO, the pleasure is mine!” you managed to stutter and all the attention was on you again.

Kise was still hanging on Momoi, but his golden eyes scrutinized you.

“She’s cute.”

“I know!” Momoi thrilled immediately, forgetting all of her preoccupation.

“Don’t be rude, Kise.” Midorima cut in, approaching to introduce himself.

Akashi followed with Murasakibara.

“You’re tiny,” the latter commented, patting your head, “But you suit Momo-chin.”

You blushed and offered a smile.

Akashi was as polite as always.

“I’m Akashi Seijuurou, Captain of the Teikou team. It’s a pleasure to meet Momoi’s girlfriend.” He shook your hand and observed you with a warm light in his eyes, seemingly satisfied by what he was seeing.

Well, nobody seemed worried about you being a girl in the end.

Finally, Aomine joined he grouò. He stared down at you, towering in a way that made you shiver a bit. He looked slightly dangerous, dark aura and scowling face…

Momoi held her breath.

“Are you properly taking care of her?” he asked sharpening his gaze, in a low tone.

“Dai-chan!”

You nodded furiously.

“I-I’m trying my best!”

Aomine relaxed his shoulders and hummed satisfied.

“Then it’s fine. And next Saturday you’re invited too,” he murmured averting his gaze, but at the same time, he ruffled your hair.

Momoi covered her mouth, nearly crying for the happiness before she wrapped her childhood friend in a hug.

“Thank you Dai-chan!” He rolled his eyes but patted her back.

“Can I come too?” Kise joined the conversation bouncing around Aomine.

“Hell no!”

“Aominecchiiii!”

“Kise don’t be loud.”

“Kise-chin, Mine-chin doesn’t like you.”

“That’s hurt Murasakibaracchi! And it’s not true!”

“Stop being a puppy, Kise!”

“Could you please quiet down a bit, you’re scaring our guest,” Akashi tried to tame them, but they were already bantering.

Kuroko gently tapped your shoulder and offered a faint smile.

“I’m sorry, they’re childish and noisy, but I’m afraid you’ll have to bear it from now on.”

You smiled fondly, looking at Momoi as she laughed cheerfully with her friends, “It’s okay, I look forward it.”

#kuroko no basket #knb #momoi satsuki #momoi x fem!reader #the gom #miragen #kiseki no sedai #aomine daiki #kise ryouta #midorima shintarou #murasakibara atsushi #akashi seijuurou #kuroko tetsuya #momoi x reader #fluff #kisses #kissing in the wrong place #aomine being a good bestfriend

[summer-nights19]

!!Masterlist!!

Welcome to my blog ! Here, I write fanfic for a variety of fandoms. I'm also into reading and video games, so I might post about those from time to time.

Enjoy your stay ~

Requests/suggestions are more than welcome- please leave them in my ask box and I'll get back to you asap !

Psst here's my ao3

Mini series

Wings of freedom

Levi Ackerman x fem! reader

Part 1- Moon song

Part 2- Alrighty aphrodite

Part 3- Waves

Part 4- Falling asleep at the wheel

Discontinued

You don't know me

Daiki Aomine x fem reader Part 1

Part 2

Oneshots

Shout out to my exes for inspiring the majority of my angst content. Carrying my blog fr 🙏🙏🙏

I'm aware that an increasing number of my oneshots are getting sequels ! If you want a sequel, go ahead and request one, but if you're not interested, all my oneshots can obv be read as standalone stories (except for the part 2s)

Sailor moon

I'm not her - cheater! Haruka Tenoh x gn! reader (angsty)

Your girlfriend is growing increasingly distant, but you're determined to fix your relationship until you make a terrible discovery when coming back home early from a trip

Part 2 was requested <33

Guess we have a part 3 now

Here's part 4 :>

Kuroko no basket

Replaceable - Kise x gn! reader (angsty)

Your relationship with your boyfriend is falling apart, but you can't leave. That is, until one final blow is delivered.

Also, here is part 2 as requested !

Aomine and Kise x gn reader threesome Letting your fav boys completely destroy you together one night at a party <3

Murasakibara x gn! reader how the GoM guys react when they find out you're dating (request)

Attack on titan

Levi x fem reader fluffy teashop au drabble (request)

You and Levi being hopelessly in love and running a tea shop in a post war au.

Omori

Withering gladiolus- Aubrey angst

How Aubrey's grief changes her life after Mari's death

Headcanons

Knb

Knb characters as icks

Please don't hate me ☠

GoM + Takao x afab reader period comfort hcs How they would react to your period mood swings

Knb dating headcanons

What I think dating my personal favs would be like

GoM x S/O who's like Jade West

How the GoM would act with a seemingly mean (but secretly affectionate) s/o

GoM meet Kagami's older sister

How the GoM would act around Kagami's cool, smart older sister

GoM x foul mouthed reader (crack)

How the GoM would act with an s/o who swears a lot

Not fanfic

Videogame reccs/what I think the purrgatory characters look like

Coming soon

???

Requesting rules

Requests are currently: closed

First kiss ask game

Please don't request

Noncon

Hard smut (smut is ok for the most part)

Paedophilia or bestiality

A/b/o

Aus that stray too far from the classic ones (eg college aus, coffee shop aus or mafia aus are all acceptable)

Please bear in mind that if you want me to write about an OC, you'll have to provide some details about them. Also, if you don't specify gender preference in a self insert, I'll automatically write a gn reader

Fandoms I'll write for

JJBA (not part 5 or after part 6)

Attack on titan

Obey me

Ikemen series

Dangerous fellows

Sailor moon

Danganronpa

Kuroko's basketball

Fruits basket

Kakeguri

Seven deadly sins (depending on the character)

MHA (depending on the character)

Pokemon (depending on the character)

Yu-Gi-Oh

Food wars

Omori

Hazbin hotel

Cosmic wheel sisterhood

#aot fanfiction #aot x reader #jjba fanfic #jjba x reader #seven deadly sins fanfiction #seven deadly sins x reader #mha fanfiction #mha x reader #pokemon fanfiction #obey me x reader #obey me fanfic #food wars x reader #yugioh x reader #yugioh fanfiction #the handmaids tale #knb fanfic #knb x reader #sailor moon x reader #sailor moon fanfiction #fruits basket x reader

[lamnwar]

Hiii! It was me! Can i request nijimura x fem Reader? Reader was kouhai and bottle girl in teiko. Reader and nijimura became close because she often bring food or snack to practice. Thank you!

hi babe!!! 💕💕 I'm so so sorry I took this long, my laptop crashed when I was halfway through writting it and I had to wait for it to get repaired to go back to writing 😭 ANYWAYS! thank you so so much for requesting Nijimura!! He's so underrated and deserves all the love <33

When Our Spring Comes // Nijumura Shuzo x fem! Reader

Context: in which you're Nijimura's junior at Teiko, and you slowly fall for each other <3

Warnings: none! obvs it's set in middle school so it's very soft and cute and I felt like an old lady experiencing teenage love for the first time while writing it 😭

Spring has always been a bittersweet period of the year to you. When you were just a kid, it always struck you as the time where you’d be separated from your former classmates as you got to graduate and move to the upper class – and oh, was it dreadful to be separated from the group of friends you’ve built over the previous school year! Then you grew a little bit, always hoping to grow more so you awaited spring, the new classes, just a proof that you weren’t a kid anymore.

This spring, though, is rather something you dread. It’s coming quite soon – in 4 weeks from now, so it’s maybe too late for you to worry about it. But the stinging feeling in your stomach that you get every time you think of the future creeps in the minute your eyes meet Shuzo’s. He smiles, unaware of the turmoil inside of your mind. For all you know, he only thinks of you as his cute junior, here at every practice and every match, the nicest smile on your face as you hand your players a bottle of water and sweet words of motivation.

When you first enter Teiko Middle School, the basketball club was the last club you’d ever think of entering. Well, for one, basketball wasn’t quite a passion of yours, and if it was really up to you, you would have integrated a club that matches your interests better. It just happened that you fell sick on the week of club admission, hence missing the deadline and having to choose between integrating the basketball club or the Korean cinema club – which was way too niche for you. Only when you stepped foot inside the gymnasium did you understand that basketball was a big deal in Teiko; well, what other middle school team has three strings of players?

Shuzo Nijimura raised an eyebrow the first time he saw you. Polite and friendly, but definitely less passionate than the crowd of enraged teenage boys he’s used to. Though you clearly did not hide the fact that you weren’t there 100% on your own will, you still attended to your simple task of water girl and, occasionally, snack girl.

So, he’s come to know you, his cute junior. You were always there, so nice to talk to, taking notice of all these little things about the players as you spent more time amongst the team. Standing in the sideline next to him as he took his breaks, looking at the others in training. But the first time Shuzo held a proper conversation with you was during a random afternoon practice, his eyebrows furrowed as if he was in deep reflection, eyes fixed on the first years’ – some of which were your classmates – play. You followed his gaze, somewhat understand what could get him so intrigued with these boys. Despite being in the same team for a little more than two months at this point, the sight of their play never failed to stun whoever watched them.

“Say, you know Murasakibara pretty well, don’t you?” He asked, and you remember jumping a little bit when he talked to you.

“Yeah, we were in the same primary school. Weird guy, I’d say, but who am I to judge?” you chuckled.

Atsushi Murasakibara has always been a strange guy, for all the years you’d known him. You weren’t a friend of him, not even sure if he even knew your name given how disconnected with the world he was, but you were always observant, always knowing people without really knowing them.

“Man…” your captain sighed. “He makes me mad. I was hoping you’d have some tips on how to handle him.”

You raised an eyebrow, not quite sure how he’d come to think you would know.

“When I have a tough time with one of the boys, I usually try to find a way to get to them, make things easier.” He explained. “I don’t wanna say I can read people or something like that, but your classmates are tough nuts to crack.”

“Yeah, these boys… can’t say they’re your average players.”

“Right? I don’t mind having strong players in the team since they make us win, but it’s not all about the games now, is it?”

You shrugged.

“I guess.”

“Yeah, so I’m trying to decipher them one by one. Aomine’s easy, I just had to ask Satsuki. Midorima is fairly approachable, even though I don’t know many 12 years old who take themselves so seriously. And Akashi’s fine, too. But Murasakibara…”

He trailed, and you laughed a bit at the look on his face – one you’d seen quite often on your parents’ face that could clearly read “what am I going to do with that child?”

“Well Atsushi really isn’t that complicated. Not that I know him that well, but he can be bribe with snacks, if that helps.”

“Snacks?”

“Uh-huh. He becomes pretty obedient in exchange for snacks. He likes those kelp chips.”

He let out a soft laugh, then looked at you, and that was also the first time you saw Shuzo’s smile directed to you. Deep in your ribs, you felt your heart jump.

It’s been two years since then. You didn’t expect things to evolve like that. Back then, you would have never seen yourself being by Shuzo’s side even outside of the basketball court. Yet here you are. The last cold breezes of winter disheveling your hair as you try to fix it, in vain. Shuzo’s by your side, chuckling as he sees you struggle. You’ve always been jealous of how his hair never moves. Even when he’s running all around the court, his thick bangs are stable, if not for a few drops of sweat that make them appear a bit thinner. You tsk, Shuzo playfully ruffling your hair. Your heart skips a beat, but you keep it from beating to fast by breathing long and slow.

“Say, captain – “

“Told you not to call me that.” He mumbles in his scarf. “Not your captain, barely your superior in any way.”

“It’s a force of habit.”

“I know.”

“Well, I kinda liked the team better under your mandate.” You chuckle, reminiscing your first year as Teiko’s water girl. The team was something else, back then.

“Hm…” he laughs softly, “but you still love your team.”

“So do you, Shuzo.”

You smile as you watch him blush. He’s never been one to openly admit how much Teiko’s basketball team means to him, but you’ve known him long enough to see the pride in his eyes as he watches his juniors bring yet another victory to your school. You were there, the day he demoted from his position of captain; you didn’t mean to eavesdrop, you were just on your way to the teacher’s room when it happened. You never told him, though, that you’ve heard the whole conversation with coach Sanada. Even if you can understand his reason, you firmly believe that he’s the only one capable of keeping the Generation of Miracles at bay. He has that calm, commanding nature, somewhat nurturing despite its rough aspect. But at the end of the day, your opinion doesn’t matter much.

Anyways, he’s not here for long. One month, you counted. And then he’ll move on, and you’ll be left with no… no him around anymore. The realisation hit you, and you try to supress it but it’s hard. You wish he was around longer, would have made your life brighter. You sigh, nudging his shoulder gently.

“You’ll keep playing in high school, right?” you ask as you both stop at a crossway.

“Depends on my dad’s health.”

Ah, yes. That. You suddenly feel bad for your selfish feelings. Doesn’t matter how you feel about him, as your captain or as a person, his decisions weren’t made thoughtlessly. Shuzo loves his dad maybe more than he’s willing to show. You’ve realized it when he would take some extra snacks that you’ve made for practice, telling you that his dad would love these and he’d take them to the hospital on his next visit. So, on those days you’d have these special snacks, you’d sneak a little pouch of them in his bag. He never said a word about it, but you’d see his face the next day when he’d tell you about his visit to his dad. You don’t have to ask; he’ll just tell you if he feels like it. And every time, you’ll lend an ear.

“Man…” you tsk.

He raises his eyebrows, surprised by your sudden exclamation. While he looks at you, you deviate your gaze to your gloves-covered hands.

“Don’t wanna think about how you’ll probably find yourself another water girl wherever you’re going after Teiko.”

He’s silent for a few seconds, before the soft sound of his laugh creeps into your ears. Your efforts to hide your blushing face in your scarf reveals itself to be a failure; it’s ok, right? He’ll probably think it’s the cold, right?

“I won’t replace you, you know. I don’t think I can.”

“Huh?”

It’s your turn to stare at him dumbfounded. Shuzo’s face is surprisingly serene, despite the weight of his words. To your heart, it sounds like a confession, but you’d be a fool to bet on that. Being friends is all you ever are, never more. It’s an insane possibility, yet…

“I’ll miss you, you know, when I’ll be in high school.”

He stops, looking at the sky. It’s clear and blue, far from the storm brewing in his body. Shuzo Nijimura has never been vocal about his feelings, let alone those of such softness. The confidence with which he’s uttered these words stuns him first; but his heart is about to burst at any moment.

“Well… we don’t have to part ways either.” You mumble.

“You mean that?”

You nod. He’s silent. He’s never thought of that as an option. But now that you’ve said it, he’s struck by the sudden realisation that he’s absolutely an idiot.

“Hey.”

“Yeah?” you look up at him, confused.

“You’re receiving a promotion, if you accept it.” He looks away for a second, before facing you with the kind of determination he only shows on the basketball court.

A small smile paints itself on your face, seeing his fists rolled in ball like he’s about to fight you. Well, he’s rather fighting himself.

“I’ll promote you. From my water girl to my girlfriend. Would you like that?”

“Eh?!”

The look on your face would normally make him laugh, but he rather not. If anything, he’s on the verge of cardiac arrest. Mere seconds have passed, but it feels like you’re taking forever to give him an answer. But then you do.

“I’d like that, yeah.”

Shuzo’s arms are quick to wrap around you, pushing you in a tight embrace while you take a minute to reciprocate the hug. His erratic heartbeats resonate through your body as it sinks in just how much this entire moment means for him. You close your eyes, humming against his chest.

“God, I’m so glad you didn’t reject that lame confession.”

You laugh, daring to leave a soft kiss on his cheek.

“Like I ever would, captain.”

He follows your words with a heartfelt chuckle, one that feels warm like those late winter sunrays that kiss your face right now.

And in this moment, the thought of spring coming has your heart blooming.

#here it is! #i was so happy to write on him thanks for the request love <33 #knb #kuroko no basuke #nijiumura shuzo #knb x reader #nijimura x reader #knb fluff

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time-skip atsushi murasakibara x black!fem!haitian!reader

"If your mom isn't making Haitian macaroni, then I don't wanna go anywhere..." his voice trailed off.

Of course, if there were no food, he was going to lay down in bed. Well, not today, you didn't care if your mother cooked the macaroni or not, he was going to get his tall ass up and do something today. You could see him laying down on the bed, eating a bag of chips as you were placing your earrings on. The last thing you wanted was for him to leave crumbs on the bed before you left the hotel room.

Murasakibara was usually quiet, but would always speak at the same time. Today was different, he's been too quiet. Was something bothering him? And if so, what was it?

"Okay..." you trailed off with a sigh.

"What's wrong baby?" you could hear him groan. Baby, one of the few words that he hated.

"How many times must I tell you to stop with those nicknames or whatever you wanna call them..." he sat up as his cheeks were a tint of red.

"You know you like it, so stop denying it..." you teased while he rolled his eyes.

"Your entire family will be there?" he lowly spoke. So that's the problem.

He was nervous, and you couldn't understand why. This is not the first time that he's meeting your family, it's just a few bunches that he's never met.

"Listen Saki, the last thing you should do is worry yourself. You know that my family loves you," you placed a hand on his back while he stared at you.

The noises he made, made you aware that he understood what you were saying, "Now who's driving?" you gave him a small grin.

"That would be you..." he trailed off.

Looking into his violet eyes, you gave him a quick and unexpected peck. He pushed you over which caused you to laugh, "C'mon babe," you got up from the bed.

The ride from the hotel to your parent's house wasn't far. Murasakibara told you that the suitcases were in the car, but you didn't trust him. He was the reason that you two were almost late for your flight to begin with, so you had to double-check that they were in the trunk. You sat inside of the rental car and adjusted the seat to your liking before your little journey to your parents began.

Arriving at your parent's house, you could see the many cars parked on the grass and the side of the house. You could tell that he was feeling a bit anxious, so you grabbed his hand. Squeezing it, you nodded your head with a small smile.

"Is that who I think it is?" the deep voice shouted.

"My man..." your father chuckled, getting up from his chair.

"Hello Mr. [last name]," Murasakibara shook his hand.

"How many times must I tell you? Call me [dads name],"

"Hello princess," your father engulfed you into a hug.

"Pa' you're squeezin' me," you groaned as he let go of you.

"Ya' mother is inside settin' up Mura's plate..." he chuckled with a sigh.

"See! I told you not to fret," you whispered to him while he scratched the back of his neck.

"Okay..."

"But does that mean we can eat now?" this boy was not serious right now? He just ate a full bag of snacks on your way here and he was still hungry? He was truly unpredictable sometimes.

"Murasakibara, Cheri mwen!" your mother shouted, giving him the tightest hug.

"Hi mom," he had a little on his face.

"Come, we were waiting for you two to come. I even made you a plate with a lot of macaroni with it," she grabbed the tall male by the hand and brought him inside as you followed behind the two.

Everyone's eyes were on Murasakibara. Well... not everyone, just your relatives who've never met him before. Your family was pretty tall, but compared to him? They probably felt like ants. He was six foot ten, with broad shoulders. He could also EAT, whether it was food or snacks.

"How tall are you mister?" one of your younger cousins spoke as he looked at them.

"I'm 6'10," while some of your relative's eyes went a bit wide.

"You play basketball?" your uncle looked at him while he nodded his head.

"I'm sure NBA scouts are watchin' for you..." your uncle added.

"Yeah..." Murasakibara sighed.

"March Madness is coming up so that's interesting I guess,"

That unsettling feeling that Murasakibara felt was now gone, seeing your family talk to him and treat him like family made him relaxed. Once everyone was done eating, the men decided to play basketball. Murasakibara tried to act like he wasn't interested in it, but you could read your boyfriend like an open book. His facial expressions were just an act of how he truly felt. The game was good, and it was obvious that the team that he was going to be on would win.

Afterward, everyone ate dessert and talked some more before going home. You and Murasakibara grabbed the suitcases from the rental car and brought them to your old room.

"I told you there was nothin' to worry about," you sat down on the bed as he shortly followed you.

"Yeah... Yeah..." he trailed off, throwing his back on the bed.

Grabbing the tv remote off the dresser, you turned the light off and crawled back on the bed. Laying down next to Murasakibara, he lazily wrapped his arms around your waist.

#poc reader #interracial #poc imagine #black reader #black writers #kuroko’s basketball #kuroko’s basketball x black!reader #kuroko’s basketball x black reader #kuroko no basket x black reader #kuroko no basket x black!reader #knb murasakibara #murasakibara fluff #kuroko no basket murasakibara #atsushi murasakibara #murasakibara x black reader #murasakibara x black!reader

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Nsndjdnfhd I am so happy I found a blog that still writes for KnB ✨💕 could you possibly do Aomine, Akashi, Mura, and Kise being protective or possessive over their fem s/o? Thank you so much 💕✨

of course ~ i focused on doing it gn so more people can feel included, ok?

protective akashi x s/o

it’s not a big deal, but he always asks you where you are/ where you will be if you are going out

if he thinks it’s a dangerous place, he might tag along

“ah? akashi? what are you doing here?” / “just ensuring you are happy and safe as you deserve, my empress”

if he can’t go for whatever reason, he will send Mibuchi, Hayama and Nebuya (maybe even Chihiro).

if someone flirts with you, akashi will torment them for sometime - long enough so they won’t even look you in the eyes anymore

protective aomine x s/o

aomine is rather chill

he has a massive ego and trust you with his whole soul

so you often hang out with the tōō basketball team and have fun with the guys and he’s kind proud that you are able to have fun with him and his “friends”

are you wearing a top/ short shorts/ short skirt/ short dress whatever that shows your body more? he won’t ask you to change, nor insinuate it, but if someone looks at you the wrong way and he notices he will give the person a death, really scary, glare

if a guy (like haizaki) flirts with you, aomine might get violent depending on his insistence

protective kise x s/o

kise likes to take you to his games and practices so you can watch him play

but this makes you close to the team - to the point you befriended some of his teammates

and sometimes Kise gets jealous - like when they win a match and you compliment the whole team

you probably didn’t thought it was possible but when Kise gets jealous he gets even more clingy

he will be holding your arm and saying your name in a high pitched voice

possessive! murasakibara x reader

murasakibara doesn’t share. he doesn’t share his sweets, he doesn’t share his s/o

like kise, he’s around you most of the time but not always touching you. but if he sees someone making a move to touch you (even if it’s just himuro trying to take out a leaf that got in your hair), he gets between you and the person in 0.1 sec - “what are you doing, muro-chin?”

atsushi would take you to his games where you would meet the rest of the generation of miracles

and murasakibara just hates how aomine and kise talk to you in a flirtish way (aomine because he wants to piss of murasakibara and kise because it’s in his personality)

if it happens before the game, he’s most likely to go the the zone because he’s already pissed of and wants to smash his friends heads

#kuroko no basket #kuroko no basket x reader #kuroko no basket imagine #kuroko no basket headcanon #kuroko no basket scenario #knb #knb x reader #knb imagine #murasakibara atsushi #murasakibara x reader #knb murasakibara #murasakibara imagine #murasakibara headcanon #kise ryouta #kise x reader #kise imagine #kiseki no sedai #kise headcanon #kise ryouta x reader #aomine daiki #aomine daiki x reader #murasakibara atsushi x reader #aomine x reader #aomine daiki imagine #aomine daiki headcanon #aomine imagine #akashi seijuro #akashi x reader #akashi seijuro x reader

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Hey ! I’m gonna update this post from time to time from now on to reassures everyone who sent something in my ask box and waiting for their request !

If in the 24hr or 2 days you don’t see your request here : I probably didn’t receive it because I deny request I don’t want to do.

REQUEST STATUT : OPEN.

Last updated : 27/03/2022/ 03:21

Edit n3 : I was to lazy to update this in the delay and I may admit I was confused with some request but it’s okay now.

Edit n•4 : Edit n3 is still valid.

Request in drafts :

GOM+ Kuroko and Kagami x male reader fic. « Departure and Reunion. »

GOM+Kuroko, Kasamatsu and Hyuuga being locked up with their crush in a school room for a night and caught hugging them in the morning.

GOM + Kuroko, Kagami and Momoi flirting with you at the night club when they’re hanging out all together.

Momoi Satsuki analysis

PERSONNAL IDEAS/ Projects :

Everything with 💙 is what I am very likely to work on soon.

Bunch of smut ideas, I’m ashamed.

Useless opinions of mine and ramblings.

💙 Personnal presentation

Kise x fem!reader one shot : « Gender envy. »

💙 Akashi, Aomine, Kise and Nash being a part of a mediatic scandal fall in love for their lawyer.

💙 Aomine, Kise, Kagami and Kasamatsu sleeping in your embrace before practice.

💙 GOM+ Kuroko, Kagami and Momoi morning headcanons.

Aomine, Kise, Murasakibara, Teppei and Kagami with a black!fem reader with insecurities.

Haizaki introduction to black culture headcanons.

University headcanons and NBA career headcanons GOM+Kagami.

💙 Murasakibara, Himuro, Aomine, Midorima and Kise having a gamer! girlfriend.

💙 Yandere general headcanons : GOM+ Momoi, Kuroko, Kagami and Himuro.

What’s in my inbox :

GOM x fem! INTP reader with an abusive dad. ( I’m hesitant to separate the ask in two : making general headcanons about them dating an INTP and another scenario about the abusive dad.)

GOM + Imayoshi, Haizaki and Kagami with a gn! s/o who knows martial art but is a big softie.

Kagami, Teppei and Murasakibara with an agender s/o.

Akashi being low-key jealous and deceived of his s/o imodeling with Kise hanging out with him too much.

GOM accidentally hurting you when playing basketball.

Kikuro headcannons.

Teppei, Hyuga, Kagami and Murasakibara with a gender neutral s/o who has heart palpitations when anxious.

Akashi seeing his s/o getting a confession from a senpai.

Seirin trivia headcannons

Momoi and Aomine friendship and how it will end.

New additions :

Murasakibara, Teppei, Hyuga and Kagami with a s/o who has heart palpitations when anxious.

GOM hurting their girlfriend when playing on accident.

Midorima, Kise and Aomine walking on their girlfriend changing on accident.

Akashi ANGST x reader proposing to a reader already in a relationship with Kagami.

#knb headcanons #knb #kuroko no basket #knb scenarios #navigation #suggestions