#murasakibara imagines

[kodaiki]

꒰ 7:36 P.M. ꒱ ❛ murasakibara atsushi x reader ༉‧₊˚✧

“your food’s getting cold.”

you look up at the worker, the current busboy wiping down and clearing tables, recognizing him immediately, mainly from the way your neck has to crane up further to meet the gaze from the taller individual. you don’t know what’s worse: getting stood up or being witnessed being stood up by someone — someone you know.

“i didn’t know you worked here,” you mumble, attempting to change the subject.

murasakibara atsushi is much smarter than that, though.

“‘got the job so i could save up for a car,” he answers nonchalantly before eying the appetizer dish in front of you. “do you not like it? i can send it back to the kitchen-”

“no, no! it’s perfect, thanks!” you quickly wave off, mustering up a polite smile. “i’m just ... waiting for someone.”

then it all clicks.

“oh,” murasakibara replies, swinging the damp towel he’s holding over his shoulder. “why’d you order before they came?” he raises an eyebrow.

he's wearing a dark outfit, black t-shirt with some black pants but theres a brown apron around his waist, slightly fade due to overuse and time

“i didn’t think he was gonna be late,” you grit, cheeks burning further at murasakibara's prodding gaze. seriously, doesn’t this guy have something else to do then join you in your pity bubble? where's that other guy he's always hanging around, what's his name, himuro?

“you’ve been here since seven, no?”

“what’s it to you, stalker?” you chuckle humorously, finding it rather odd that your classmate was aware of your presence.

“nothing, restaurant’s dead on thursdays so you’re the only one in here minus three other families and i’m just about bored out of my mind, looking for stuff to do.”

you hum in acknowledgment. “you could sit if you’re not gonna get in trouble.” you gesture toward the other side of the booth, empty.

murasakibara doesn’t say anything, just swiftly sliding into the seat across from you. at your raised brow, he waves his arm in a direction toward the back of the restaurant. “i know the owner, he’s a family friend so i seriously don’t think he’d mind if i took a quick break.”

“lucky you,” you muse, playing with the utensils beside your appetizer.

“you should honestly eat that,” murasakibara says, nodding toward your dish, “your date’s loss, to be fair.”

“i didn’t say it was a date,” you quip back quickly, glancing up at the purple haired in slight amusement. maybe without his company you’d be wallowing in self pity so you’re grateful for the distraction.

“well, is it not?”

“it is,” you confirm anyway, making the man chuckle. you never saw murasakibara in this sort of light; you’ve only ever saw him on the basketball court, attending games with your friends to cheer for whichever one they had a crush on (no exception to murasakibara of course!), dozing off in class or trudging throughout the school halls, always looking sleep deprived. “why do you care?”

“didn’t i answer that question already?” he asks with a deadpan. “boring thursday.”

“ri-ight,” you drawl out, looking at him unbelievingly. “comfort the girl who got stood up during the late shift, that’s exactly what i’d do,” you mutter out sarcastically, puckering your lips at the situation you’re in.

“hey, no comfort,” murasakibara quickly clarifies. “i know cho the chef would be upset when I give back your fully made dish to be washed at close. so i’m just looking out for my coworker.”

“right, you’re looking out for cho…”

“cho the chef, yes.”

“because he’d be upset.”

“devastated.”

you click your tongue at him, waiting for the busboy to show any waver but murasakibara atsushi’s resting face is nothing to fight against. he naturally looks tired and unfazed so it's even harder to read him now.

at your pause, murasakibara slyly nudges your plate toward. “so eat.”

“you eat it if you’re so worried about your chef’s feelings,” you laugh, well aware of his appetite anyway. you're pretty sure he's more of a snack eater but food is food, right?

“only if you eat some."

you gape at his serious tone. was he normally like this? you didn't really speak much to the star athlete, only ever sharing a classroom and maybe exchanging few words if you were paired for class work.

you don’t give a snarky remark nor refuse his deal, glumly picking up some food and bringing it to your lips with a utensil, only to feel warmer from the good taste.

“tell cho he’s talented,” you sigh in satisfaction, smile lifting your cheeks as the man in front of you give you a pointed i told you so expression.

murasakibara follows suit, taking the other utensils, the ones made for your date had he showed, and digging in as well. his bites are larger than yours, making you seem to eat like a bird.

“yep, cho’s got it,” he hums in agreement, leaning back in his seat as more color washes over his face. maybe food was the pick-me-up he needed to rid of that serious expression; he smiles easily, drooping eyes becoming slightly more lively.

"so you've been working here a while?" you ask, in between taking another bite.

he nods, chewing his food on one side of his mouth, making one side resemble a chipmunk's. hm, cute. "a few months now. thought it'd be boring but i get to snack freely during my shift so i'm not complaining."

"i'm sure you like that perk," you snort, lips curling up in an amused smile.

the much taller man quirks a brow at that, as if egging you to go on, questioning what you meant.

"i see you in school with heaps of convenience store snacks every day, i can assume you have a big appetite."

"didn't know you were so observant of me," murasakibara muses with a mischievous look in his eye. he leans forward, propping his elbows on the hardwood table.

"didn't think you were observant of me either, but here we are," you fire back, arching your brow back at him, proud of your rebut.

"touche," is all he replies, slouching back once more.

"you're also one of the most well known athletes of our school so there's that, too," you murmur out, recalling one of the few games you've attended with the seven footer center playing. albeit, he's a rather nonchalant player, there's no doubt he has talent.

he doesn't reply to that, choosing to take another large bite of food, humming in satisfaction. you lightly smile at that, the way his eyes close blissfully and he slowly chews as if savoring the taste.

soon enough, your once full appetizer tray is empty, the only remnants being a few crumbs that murasakibara's struggling to pick up with his utensil.

"thanks for that," you mumble, pursing your lips as you remember the circumstance of this spontaneous interaction.

"for what?" he asks, looking up.

you roll your eyes, biting back a smile. "the non-comfort. it was... nice."

"shouldn't let good food go to waste," he says simply, looking around the empty restaurant. it seems that the few tables that were occupied have since departed, leaving murasakibara to complete his duties of the night shift. he looks back at you, eyes softening at the smile you're trying to hide. "also, like i said, their loss."

you slightly pout, nodding slowly, accepting his reassurance. "thanks ... again."

"i could offer you a better date, i bet," he says out of nowhere, appearing nonchalant as he begins gathering the plate and used utensils to bring to the back.

your eyes widen a bit at that and you tilt your head to the side. "re-really?" curse your stammers, you think with a flush of your cheeks. or maybe you're flushed because you're being so casually asked out by murasakibara atsushi, a man you never thought would notice your presence.

"yeah," he shrugs. he stands then, lifting the plate from the table. just as he's about to leave, he says, "if it's here. you won't have to worry about me flaking either. i work here after all."

you laugh at that, a genuine laugh bubbling in your throat, remnants of your negative mood from your stood up-date dissipating. "sure, murasakibara, i'll take you up on that."

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[teamatsumu]

: ̗̀➛ tiny.

murasakibara has a size kink

pairing: Murasakibara Atsushi x reader

word count: 1,489

✎ smut, nsfw, explicit content

You didn’t notice it at first. You thought him cupping your hands between his was just a cute gesture. Or when he pulled you into bed and curled his massive frame around you until you were folded into a ball was just him being lazy and wanting to cuddle. You actually wouldn’t have caught it at all if that one fateful afternoon hadn’t happened.

It was a lazy Sunday, Atsushi’s favorite time of the week. Sundays meant no basketball practice and no school, which meant you had no reason to leave his bed unless it was to make food or pee. Currently you were laying between his legs, back against his chest with his chin resting on top of your head. He had propped a family sized pack of chips between your legs, reaching in and grabbing a piece every twenty seconds as his droopy eyes flitted over the laptop before you two. One of his hands was running lazy strokes over your bare thigh. It was quiet except for the sounds of the characters on the screen.

Every ten minutes or so, Atsushi would abandon the snacks in favor of wrapping both his arms around your middle and squeezing, nuzzling his face into the junction between your head and shoulder, inhaling deeply. He would bend forward until you curled under him, giggling at his affections.

“You’re so tiny, Y/N-cchin.” He cooed. “So cute.”

You opened your mouth to reply but all that came out was a gasp, feeling something long and hard press into the small of your back. You stiffened as the mood in the room shifted.

“Atsushi.” Your voice was breathy and quiet, feeling his lips meet the skin of your neck. Goosebumps rippled over your arms and your eyelids began to flutter shut when his hand on your thigh started inching up, fingers dipping below the seam of your shorts to tease the sensitive skin. Your intake of breath was sharp, and you felt Atsushi lean forward even more, effectively folding your body on itself. His arms wrapped around you tight, lips busy sucking a dark mark on your neck.

“Look how small you are,” he drawled, “I can cover you with my body completely. You won’t-” a pause while he squeezed your body. “You won’t be able to get away from me.”

You yelped as your body was suddenly lifted into the air and flipped, Atsushi now on top of you as your back hit the mattress. His shorts did nothing to disguise his hard on, pressing between your spread legs as he lapped at your neck like you were his latest snack.

You reeled at his words, feeling your body heat up at the implication. Oh.

“Atsushi,” your body buzzed in excitement as you thought out your next words. “You’re so much bigger than me. You could crush me completely.”

His moan was broken and it made you fill up with glee. Oh, the thought of this was destroying him. And you weren't fairing much better either. You could feel yourself dripping at the thought of your huge boyfriend holding you down until you couldn’t move. Until all you could do was lay there and take what he gave you.

He seemed to be on the same page as his hand played with the waistband of your shorts, teeth nibbling at your earlobe. “You want it, Y/N-cchin?” His voice had dropped a few octaves. “I’ll give it to you if you promise to take it all.”

You nodded into his hair, pulling your limbs further into yourself. You watched his eyes darken at the action, at the thought of you making yourself smaller for him. Your mind was getting hazy, playing into this newly discovered fantasy you didn’t know he had.

“I’ll try to take it.” You whispered. “But I don’t think I can.”

Of course you can. You had done it before. But you loved the way his lips twitched at the pretend apprehension in your voice. His expression turned devious as he stared down at your pliant body.

“We will just have to see, won’t we?”

Clothes came flying off after that, feverish kisses exchanged between you two as you felt Atsushi resist all of your actions. He slapped your hands away and pushed your body down over and over, making sure you knew how helpless you were compared to his overwhelming strength. You moaned and whined into his mouth, letting his tongue ravage every crevice. You loved it when he got like this. When he abandoned the slow, lazy sex and gave you more. And if you were anticipating correctly, today he was out to wreck you.

His heavy cock dragged over your slit, rock hard and throbbing. He hooked his hands under the backs of your knees and pushed your legs up until you were folded in half, making you sigh and squirm just a little. You bit your lip in exaggeration.

“Atsushi-kun, I can’t move at all.” You purred, watching him take in a shuddering breath as his hungry eyes ran over your pinned body. He gave you a grin.

“Don’t worry, baby. You don’t have to. You’re gonna take it like a champ, just like this.”

The head of his cock poked at your entrance and your eyes widened. Okay, this was new. Atsushi always prepped you. Always. Because it was true that he had a huge cock, and you couldn’t possibly take him without opening up on his fingers first. He registered the genuine apprehension on your face and you could feel his cock twitch at the sight. His eyes gleamed.

“Take it like a good girl, Y/N-cchin. No complaints~” And then he sank into you.

You gasped and your back arched, body struggling to accommodate his girth. Pain shot up from your core and through your torso as Atsushi pushed deeper and deeper, not pausing for one second until his balls slapped into your vulva, and you cried out when the head hit your cervix. He was moaning loud and unhindered, hands gripping your legs so hard you were sure he would leave bruises. Tears ran down the sides of your face and into your ears, eyebrows furrowed as you tried to relax your core, panting heavily.

“Aw, baby,” Atsushi bent forward when he saw your state, licking at the tears running down your temples, humming low. His cock twitched inside you, making you yelp. He was enjoying this too much, and that made you squirm in excitement. His enthusiasm was turning you on.

“You’re so big, Atsushi-kun.” You gasped out, clenching around him until he groaned. “You’re stretching me out. You’re going to tear me into two.”

Nothing could have prepared you for the pounding that came next.

He was fast and rough, slamming his hips hard into you with every thrust. You screamed and cried, more tears leaving your eyes. He leaned over you, your legs hooked over his shoulders and forehead pressed to yours, watching every little detail of your face closely as his cock tore through your pussy.

“Taking it so well, Y/N-cchin.” He muttered, his breath hitting your face. He licked at your lips. “Your tiny little pussy really wants me that bad? No matter how much it hurts, you’ll still let me crush you?”

You did nothing but babble out scrambled words in response, gripping tight at his biceps until your nails were digging into his skin. That seemed to spur him on even more. His hand reached between your legs, pinching your clit until you shrieked, rubbing it in hard, tight circles that had you arching your back off the bed and cumming all over his cock, eyes rolling up and legs seizing tightly. Atsushi groaned and kept going, prolonging your orgasm by not letting up his ministrations on your clit until you were sobbing and begging him to stop. You struggled against his grip, trying to push his hand away from your pussy but failing. He drove into you harder at the sight of you struggling against him.

“One more,” he moaned. “Come with me. Gimme one more-”

He pushed you into another orgasm fairly quickly after that, heavy balls slapping on your ass until he stilled deep inside you, cumming with a loud groan that washed over you like warm water. Both of you heaved long breaths, trying to blink through the roaring in your ears.

You whined when he finally pulled out of you and lowered your legs. They were trembling and twitching with fatigue, making Atsushi snicker and kiss the inside of your thighs. He bit and licked at your salty, sweat-covered skin.

“Well,” you sighed. “That was new.”

He hummed and fell down on top of you, making you groan in protest. He shoved his face into your neck when your fingers reached up and carded through his damp hair. Already, you could feel sleep encroaching on your mind.

“Next time, I’m taking you against the wall.”

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[kleftiko]

Hi! Idk if your request is opened or not but if it is, I'd like to request a headcanon for Knb if that's alright?

My request is : How would GOM + Kagami react when their s/o walk in on them taking a shower naked and just casually invite themselves taking a shower with the boys?

❦ SHOWER TIME

cw: this is fluff, but language and nudity [ALL CHARACTERS ARE AGED UP]

—kuroko

in a strange turn of events, you end up startling your boyfriend. the bathroom door is slightly open, the sound of running water and slight humming floats through the apartment. you decide that you should probably get clean too as you step into the steamy room. tetsuya doesn’t hear you undressing, or stepping into the shower. it’s only when your cold hands wrap around his waist that he shrieks and spins around—nearly slipping—eyes wide and startled for a split second until he realizes it’s you. then his expression falls into his signature calm smile.

“hi, sweetheart.”

—kagami

you go in the bathroom to pee, and as soon as you make a noise, taiga peers around the curtain with a judgemental look.

“what are you doing?” he asks, shampoo comically in his hair.

you blink. “using the bathroom.”

he sends you a stink eye before closing the curtains and going back to what he was doing. you know he likes his alone time in the shower, but the apartment only had one bathroom, and you like to annoy him (with love). so when you strip down and attempt to join him in the shower you need to wrestle the curtain away from him because he’s using it to cover himself lol.

—murasakibara

he likes when you sit in the bathroom while he showers. you can tell him about your day and he can poke his head out for you to feed him a little snack. it’s not often that you shower with him because the logistics of the shower head and the height difference was always a hassle. until you renovated your shower to a ceiling head, now when he’s finished his himemaru, you can just join him under the water and he can pull you close and prevent you from moving cause “you’re so cute and cuddly, y/n-chin.”

and you stay like that until your body feels like two different temperatures.

—aomine

you enter the bathroom.

“fuck, daiki, it stinks in here.”

“i had to shit, you’re the one that interrupted my shower.”

despite that, you strip down and pull the curtain dramatically to announce that you intend to join him. and this motherfucker is under the water, head tilted back to rinse out his shampoo, eyes looking down at you with a smirk as he says, “just can’t get enough of me, huh?”

so turn the water to cold so he shrieks :)

bonus fem!reader: soapy tits are his weakness. if you ever want anything from him, hop in the shower and ask lol his eyes don’t leave your chest but he’s nodding along to whatever you’re saying. you could ask for a yacht and he’d agree

—kise

doesn’t want to shower without you tbh. he’s usually inviting you to join him, but not in a sexual way. he’s one of those people who blasts music while in the bathroom and likes to perform concerts, so he needs his back up singer. he’ll shampoo his hair into spikes and start screaming punk, it’s your responsibility to play air guitar and ad lib. on the rare occasions that he’s showering by himself and you decide to join him halfway through, his smile is wide, and his introduction goes, “ladies and gentlemen, my backup guitarists!”

—akashi

literally love him. if you open the bathroom door while he’s showering he assumes something is wrong.

“darling? are you alright?” his soft voice just makes you melt, but you assure him that you just want to join him. and he is delighted! in fact, he proposes a bath after you two wash up. he loves having you between his legs, back against his chest while you’re surrounded by bubbles. he’s one of those people that loves non sexual intimacy, so if you turn around and give him a bubble beard, he’ll just watch you with hearts in his eyes.

—midorima

locks the door so you can’t get in. if you’re persistent—knocking, calling his name, etc.—he’ll step out of the shower, towel around his waist, and open the door with an annoyed scowl. you just smile sweetly and hop under the running water. he’s muttering under his breathe at how much of a handful you are, but he’s washing your body carefully and making sure soap doesn’t get in your eyes <3

#knb scenarios #knb x reader #knb kagami #knb imagines #knb headcanons #akashi x reader #kuroko x reader #kagami x reader #aomine x reader #murasakibara x reader #midorima x reader #kise x reader #kuroko no basket x reader #kuroko no basuke x reader #knb fluff

[dreamerdeity]

MINORS DNI !!!! 18+ CONTENT

Men who have big, intimidating dicks but not a single fucking clue how to use them. They're tall and bulky, heavenly built like they were sculpted by the Greek Gods themselves, and yet they remain completely oblivious to the tantalizing effect they have on you, secretly needing assurance and turning into raging blushing messes when you give them the slightest ounce of praise. They'd sloppily thrust in and out of you, watching the creamy ring of arousal your pussy makes around the base of their glistening cock through half lidded eyes and damp lashes. The first time you meet the sight, you can't help but let out the filthiest of moans, and when you did, that's when they finally figured how good they actually make you feel. One squeeze of your deliciously tight pussy around their massive girth and they're whining like a bitch, but quickly lathering a hand over their face in embarrassment, or nonchalantly clearing their throat at the realization of the sound that had just left their mouth. They're constantly asking you if it feels good, if you want them to go faster, slower, deeper, if they're hurting you. You just say the word and they'll do as you please. And god, when you choke on their dick? They instinctively break their gaze from yours, flustered, before a light switch flicks on in their head; You're choking because they're big. Their ego swells immeasurably at the thought and they look down at you with a cocky grin, raging blush still never leaving their cheeks.

Itto, Jean, REINER, Draken, CHOSO, Itoshi Rin, BOKUTO, Bertholdt, AKAASHI, Murasakibara, and KUNIGAMI.

#big dicked service doms>>> #reiner brainrot #jean kirstein x reader #blue lock x reader #draken x reader #choso x reader #bokuto x reader #kuroko no basket #jjk headcanons #tokyo revengers x reader #haikyu x reader #aot imagines #murasakibara atsushi

[universal-imagines]

Hi! I wanted to request a headcanon with Akashi, Murasakibara and Aomine (and another character if you want) about them having a female s/o who is not their original type? (Aka: elegant girls with dignity, Mura: tall girls, Ao: big breasts) Their s/o isn't really elegant lol, or has an average height etc. But they love and treasure her. They reasure their s/o, when she finds out their original type and she's insecure about it

❥ ﹝ insecurities ﹞

i. akashi seijuro

it'd been a couple of months since you'd started dating akashi, but you had yet to make it public

not that he or you were actively hiding it, the occasion just hadn't presented itself, but as time continued to pass by you began to wonder if he was ashamed of you

you'd been friends for a while and people knew the both of you were close, even when everyone else was terrified of him you were always there and he treated you like an equal so you didn't think people would be surprised if you ended up together

however, you didn't fit his type, the type everyone assumed he would eventually end up with, someone sophisticated and well-mannered, someone who oozed elegance and power...

you were just you, maybe a little loud and outspoken or maybe a little clumsy

but your insecurities were immediately dealt with when he took you by the hand and walked down the hall

it was a particularly busy day, you don't quite remember why because your mind was too preoccupied with his hand in yours, but it was probably due to festival preparations

"why did you do that?" you asked when you finally found your voice

"because i could tell something was troubling and i hadn't done anything wrong, so i figure it had to do with our relationship status"

you smiled, of course he could read you like a book

ii. murasakibara atsushi

to be honest you had expected a little more than "you're the perfect size" when you voiced your concerns about your height difference

before you guys started dating you had asked him about his type and he said he wanted someone tall so he didn't have to worry about bending down and stuff, so it had been weighing on you this whole time

you wanted some kind of reassurance that he didn't absolutely hate it, but he just shrugged and continued to eat his snacks

"well can you tell me how exactly i'm the perfect height?"

after taking a bite of a chip he titled his head, studying you for a few seconds

"when i'm tired i can rest my chin on your head and it fits perfectly, doesn't matter if i'm sitting or standing and when we're sitting down you fit perfectly against me. i can practically swallow you up with a hug and i think it's nice"

he ate a few more chips before smiling

"oh and i like the way my sweaters look on you"

iii. aomine daiki

you found the magazines he used to get bribed with by his teammates and felt your stomach drop

in all honesty, you weren't snooping or anything your foot just accidentally knocked into something under his bed and you pulled it out to make sure it wasn't damaged, you actually wished you hadn't stumbled upon his hidden stash of magazines

"what do you have there?" was his nonchalant reaction when he walked into the room

he could tell you were uncomfortable with what you'd found but he thought it was nothing more than shame or disgust that he'd keep something like that

it wasn't until a couple of days later when you brought the subject up that he realized why exactly you looked upset

"are you disappointed that i don't have a big chest like those girls... in the magazines?" you were trying to sound as casual as possible, but your body language told a whole different story

"what?" he frowned, but only got a shrug from you

"i'll admit that's the first thing i see in a girl. i'm a tits guy through and through but that's not all i care about. besides, yours are just the right size. if you had big tits i'd have to watch out for other guys..." he stopped, thinking about how that might have sounded "but that doesn't mean that's the only reason i'm dating you either. without you i wouldn't be able to function. i used to rely on momoi for everything, but now you're the person i look for, so get those stupid thoughts out of your head"

#aomine daiki x reader #murasakibara x reader #akashi seijuro x reader #akashi x reader #akashi seijuro imagine #aomine x reader #aomine imagine #murasakibara imagine #knb imagine #knb x reader #kuroko no basket x reader #kuroko no basket imagines #kuroko no basket #akashi seijuro #aomine daiki #murasakibara atsushi #*headcanons #*scripto

[active-mind-15]

I had a silly little KNB idea based on the "of course" trend going around on Tik Tok

Kuroko: we're the Teiko basketball team. Of course we shoot laser beams out of our hands when we're playing basketball. You thought that was special effects?

~~~

Kise: we're the Teiko basketball team. Of course everyone has a gimmick like we're members of an early 2000s boy band. I'm the good-looking one, by the way.

~~~

Midorima: we're the Teiko basketball team, of course everyone has insufferable personalities that make us incapable of befriending anyone who's not part of the club.

Aomine in the distance: speak for yourself, loser!

~~~

Aomine: we're the Teiko basketball team, of course we have inhuman strength and abilities that surpass NBA players despite all of us being between the ages of 13 and 16.

~~~

Momoi: we're the Teiko basketball team, of course we have data on every basketball player in the district down to their blood type and social security number. Doesn't everybody?

~~~

Murasakibara: we're the Teiko basketball team, of course we... what was my line?

Kise, out of frame: Not again!

~~~

Akashi: we're the Teiko basketball team, of course we have cheesy nicknames for every one of our abilities. We're middle schoolers, what did you expect?

~~~

Haizaki: this trend is stupid, I'm not doing it.

Nijimura, appearing behind Haizaki and gripping his shoulder: wanna repeat what you just said???

~~~

Nijimura, holding a beat-up and barely conscious Haizaki: we're the Teiko basketball team, of course as a senior I have to play the role of a single parent and make sure these brats behave.

Akashi, out of frame: Nijimura-san, I think Haizaki stopped breathing.

Nijimura, unfazed: he'll be alright.

#i typed all of this out to procrastinate going to bed #but now that i'm done i actually have to sleep now #i just thought this would be funny #also if their club had an official tik tok for some reason this is what i would imagine they'd post on there #maybe one day i might draw this out too #kuroko no basket #kuroko tetsuya #kise ryouta #midorima shintarou #aomine daiki #momoi satsuki #murasakibara atsushi #akashi seijuro #haizaki shougo #nijimura shuuzou #rainbow fam #incorrect knb

[mcverse]

Hey don’t know if your doing KNB anymore but-

Could you do HC’s on all the boys playing with readers hair? Like reader is having troubles sleeping or something and the boys just play with their hair?

✧ Type: HC

✧ Warnings: Hurt to comfort sorta, fluff everywhere, maybe ooc but it’s love man, slight crackhead energy if your squint, curses, not proof read/spelled checked

✧ Side Bar: You said or something so I did something ✨ joke aside I had so much fun with this if you can’t tell. Thanks for the req! this is actually safe for someone 17+ despite the warning for the rest of the blog

Credit: atamanrr on tt

— Akashi

College finals are coming around fast. And you were stressing out.

You weren’t like your brilliant boyfriend, who always guarantee he’ll come out on top every time.

You procrastinate, you mess up, and you forgot. The polar opposite of your King, it still puzzles you to this day why he wants you.

But disregarding all that, you still tried to study to make up for it and it helped a bit that he offered his aid. What a sweet man ugh.

Sort of. Not really.

While he looks completely in his element as he practice quiz himself, GETTING EVER ANSWER CORRECT, you were over it as you sat across from him.

Your lips were borderline bruised as you abused it throughout the session, running your fingers frustratingly through your hair as you feel stumped over a word problem.

Akashi notices, of course he does. He’s an observant person and an attentive boyfriend. It was clear that you needed a break but he knew how stubborn you could be.

So he sets his pen down, getting up to come around to where you are—all of which you don’t notice until he’s pulling you up and dragging you towards the crouch.

“Seijuro?” You question him when he casually drops on the cushions with a deep sigh, dragging you with him. He doesn’t say anything as he wraps his arms around your lower back and use his free hand to rake his fingers through your hair, albeit much less aggressive than you had, “Sei.” You try again, this time getting a reply.

“You need a break.” He says, never ceasing his movements. If anything he pulls you closer, so your flush against his body, your head on his chest, “No buts. It’ll still be there when you get back.” He adds when he sees you about to protest.

You hate when he’s right. Always at the worst times too. More than he’ll ever know, especially when he gets what he was aiming for easily. Your supposed to be independent.

Instead his stupid warmth was pulling you in, the light scraping of his nails that occasionally graze your scalp slowly putting you into a small trance.

You mumble a quick, barely audible, “Thank you,” as you drift into your first nap of the day. It’s a good thing when you miss the curve of his lips as he glance down at your peaceful expression, otherwise you’ll try and tease him endlessly.

“Anything for you, my empress/prince.”

— Aomine

This was hard for him. No it wasn’t because he can’t show affection. Aomine is actually very affection to his lady, maybe too much that it’s borderline manhandling. You don’t complain.

It’s hard for him because he really hates to see you beat yourself up, comparing yourself in the mirror to his magazines.

Sometimes he wish he never kept them, not liking how insecure you got. He knows they can’t compare to you and you know it too… you just can’t help yourself most days.

He feels guilty each time you tell him that it was okay to keep things like that since you were real and they weren’t. He didn’t deserve such understanding after causing your tears indirectly.

And so every time, Aomine waste zero time in wrapping his arms around you, crowding you so your face was buried in his chest.

“I know,” you whine, eyes wet with weightless tears and nose beginning to drip, but it was the least of both your worries, “I know I shouldn’t, but I can’t help it. They’re so pretty!” you squeeze around his waist, the very same you can barely reach around.

Aomine listens. He listens and watches every choke cry, every fragile wail, every doe and tearful eyed glance up at his face.

He didn’t bother to explain again that it wasn’t about them being pretty because he knew it would make it worst. He was smart enough to realize that.

It didn’t break his heart any less though. He’s not sure how many more these sessions he can take without getting rid of the whole stash.

Because nothing was really worth seeing you like this.

Aomine sighs through his nose, pushing your head back against his chest after you glance up at him one more time, running his fingers through your hair to smooth you; a method that always worked. He was anxious, despite his calming demeanor—you can hear it in his heart.

The same beat that lore you to close your eyes, clinging on to the man that brings up such insecurities unintentionally. When your shoulders slump, he picks up with your head now rested on his shoulder. He still doesn’t stop his movements in your hair as he takes you to the shared bedroom.

“It’s alright, baby,” he’ll mumble as he lays beside you with his arm under your head for support. His hands still wringing themselves in your hair, but occasionally drift to your caress your cheek as he watches you sleep, “I won’t make you feel like this again.”

He kept true to his word. Threw the whole stash away after waking up from the nap.

As much as he cared for those magazines, he cares about you more. He’d be damned if he let a fake thing mess up a good one.

— Kagami

You have been dating Kagami for a while, almost a year. So it was safe to say he has seen you in all the craziest states you can conjure up.

To name a few: days where you’re too lazy to wear makeup (makeup is genderless) , a few random hormonal pimples, fresh out the shower with your hair sticking to your head like the ring antagonist.

He’s seen it all.

He’s also dealt with your mini tantrums or mood changes that sometime went along with them. That’s what a partner is supposed to do. Take the good and the ugly, not one or the other.

This time was no different, you were getting ready to go out to the shopping center but ever since you woke up, your hair has not been cooperative.

This only led Kagami to assume you were frustrated, especially based on the loud huffs and weird growls you’ve been letting out.

He could hear your down the hall as he’s making a sandwich, cursing as you wrestle with your hair. It’s when you let out a loud ‘“Fucking stupid ass hair be submissive” did he enter your room.

“Babe, are you almost done?” He asks, even though he can see you aren’t, which earns a glare briefly sent his way before you focus back on your hair.

“Do I look done, babe?” You mock back.

There’s the attitude he loves.

Kagami didn’t get it. This was probably the most tame your hair has every looked but your fussing over one off section.

If anything… He’s putting down his sandwich and dusting his hands off with purpose.

“What are you doing?” You shout, watching a he stalks up behind you to rack his fingers through your hair. On a normal day this would be soothing, but he wasn’t doing it to help.

“Taiga, this looks fucking worst!” You whine, slapping his hand away as you stare, mouth agape at the mess he help create.

He simply grins, “I like it.”

“Please tell me that was the clean hand…”

He thinks you look hotter with messy hair. His favorite time of the day was morning because he got to see you first thing, hair wildly misplaced.

— Kise

It was supposed to be a leisure day. A simple day where you can stay inside to finally finish this new Netflix show called “sanctuary”, while not be judged for eating half a cake. Alone.

But then your fantasy is disrupted because your reminded your boyfriend was Kise, and he was never not clingy.

He shows up unannounced, as he always does with his “I miss you so much baby” type shit.

You were a little annoyed, just a little. Your day was all planned out, so it’s to be expected. Just as it was expected to know it won’t go that way due to Kise.

Reluctantly, you let him in because he was a little too upbeat and bright, compared to the darkness and coolness that your apartment gave.

There wasn’t really a different with Kise being there.

Except no personal space and him eating more of your cake then you, which might be a shocker but Kise only ever let’s loose with you.

You were his safe space, and he liked to return the favor, regardless of how little.

Kise was sitting up right on the sofa, while you were laying your head on Kise lap, both of you equally engrossed in the show, and still semi hungry after the cake was gone but too lazy to get up for something else.

You got startled when he subconsciously starts petting your head. Did he think your were a pet or something? But your thoughts were eased away when his petting turns into wringing his fingers through your hair, scratching pleasantly at your scalp from time to time.

There were moments he’ll twirl it around his finger like a little school girl being nervous around her crush. You thought it was really cute, so you had to voice it.

“You’re so cute, Ryo.” you blurt randomly. He still his movements, blinking before looking down at your with flushed cheeks,

“I didn’t do anything.” he says, resuming his movements.

“Even when you’re not doing anything, you’re crazy cute.”

“[Name] -cchi!”

— Kuroko

It was fall, how beautiful the colors change. It was a perfect temperature—in Japan. America was a whole different story, let’s not get into that though.

Anyway, it’s date night with Kuroko. Every Friday, like clockwork, unless something came up. Thankfully, it didn’t!

You both just got done eating at this new place you saw and of course, Kuroko had no complaints but didn’t finish his food.

Luckily, you guys got to take it to go without any extra charge. Now your both just casual strolling down the streets, hand and hand.

But then Kuroko was pulling you in a random direction, that you soon found out was a park.

“Testu?” you call to him, peering at him curiously. He only looks back at your for a second, and the warmth from his eyes was enough for you not to question any further.

He’s a really sweet boyfriend, ugh.

At some point during the walk, you saw a pretty tree that still somehow has a lot of leave on it and the colors were too gorgeous to pass up a photo.

Instead of taking a photo of just the tree, you told Kuroko to take a picture of you with it.

So there you were standing under the tree, posing awkwardly as people walk by and wait for your boyfriend to take the picture.

But he takes forever. He has the phone up, the app’s open but he just pauses as your pouting.

“Testu! Take the picture,” you whine, body going tense as you struggle to hold the pose. When it looks like he’s going to take the photo, he lowers the phone and walks over to you. That only confuses you more, “What are you doing?”

He’s reaching up to your face as you stare at him skeptically, but he skips your face and goes right to your hair, where he runs his finger through it, “You have something in your hair. It’ll ruin the photo.”

How considerate is he? A+++

You thank him, obviously, when he gets it out. And you thought that’s was the end of it, that he’ll finally take your picture.

No, Kuroko is still wringing his hand through your hair.

He’s smiling softly to himself, completely forgetting about the task at hand. It takes you clearing your throat to bring him back to earth. Even then, his hand doesn’t leave your hair. He just waits patiently for you to speak.

“The photo, Tetsuya?” you remind him, with a tilt of your head.

His mouth forms a “o” and he finally removes his hand, “Sorry. Your hairs really soft today.” He then walks back to where he was before, pointing the phone at you as if what he said didn’t make you red in the face.

— Murasakibara

The clock read 2 am when your staring up at the ceiling.

You were exhausted but your mind refused to let your rest.

The lie would be a big one if you said you didn’t know why. Despite your good day with nothing eventual happening, your brain found ways to nitpick always.

It was 2:54 when you decided you’ll have a late night snack, maybe watch some tv to lull you to sleep.

But it was 20 minutes later when your walking into the living room to see Murasakibara already on the couch and not in the bedroom where you left him.

Murasakibara isn’t a light sleeper, but he knows when something’s different despite being sleep. When he doesn’t feel you hugging his side, he lazily gets up to find you.

He finds you in the kitchen, making yourself a half pb&j sandwich. He immediately knows it’s one of those nights where you can’t sleep just from that.

Instead of letting his presence known, he goes to the couch and waits for you, already knowing if he did bother you that you’ll try and get him back to bed and leave again.

It’s almost comical seeing his big frame spread across a couch just a few inches too short for him.

“Atsu, you should be in bed.” You remind him, walking over to him. He looks up at your drowsily, a pout already playing at his lips.

“Hope you got enough for me too.” He ignores your statement, opening up the blanket you originally got to get comfy on the couch alone, “I’m hungry.”

You get confused at whether he was actually referring to food or you, after all, this situation happens often and the outcomes are unpredictable since it’s him.

Murasakibara sees your hesitation and grows impatient, instead reaching out to pull you to him and force you in the blanket himself.

“The food, Atsu!” Your protests fell on death ears, with you trying to keep it from getting trapped within the covers.

He opens his mouth and pulling you closer to him. One of his hands pushes your head to his chest and now he’s running his fingers through your hair as if to shush you from saying more, “Feed me.”

Your trying to pull away, but don’t prevail, “There isn’t enough for you, you giant!”

“Then I’ll just have to eat you.”

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Hiya! Can I request Aomine watching his gfs basketball game and she goes for a rebound and got it but the other team reaches over her head grabbing the ball and slamming her to the ground? How would He react and stuff?

Hot Chocolate - Daiki Aomine

wc: 2.6k warnings: fluff, established relationship, protective Aomine Summary: you're doing your best to win your basketball game but one girl really seems to have it out for you.

Daiki Aomine stood at the sidelines, his eyes fixed on the basketball court, where his girlfriend was showcasing her skills. It was an unspoken thing between the two of you where you would both watch all of each other's games (unless something really important came up).

The gymnasium hummed with the excitement of the game, the fervor of the players palpable in the air. It was the fourth quarter and the scores were pretty close but the other team was in the lead by 2 points.

You were relentless on the court, your determination evident in every move you made and Daiki could see it. Aomine watched you with a mix of pride and admiration, impressed by your agility and skill. He knew you were great at basketball, but you never failed to amaze him, there was just something about the way that you moved. Elegance.

You moved with grace, anticipation in your eyes as you chased after the rebound. The ball sailed through the air, and you sprang into action, leaping with impressive athleticism to grab the rebound. For a moment, it seemed like you had secured it, but in a split second, an opponent stretched over you, snatching the ball away.

The collision was sudden, jarring. A gasp rippled through the spectators as you hit the ground with a thud, your body skidding slightly from the impact. You grimaced at the impact, multiple parts of your body searing in pain. You looked up at the girl, thinking that maybe she would apologise, but she just looked down at you with a small smirk before jogging off.

Aomine's heart skipped a beat, his eyes widening in concern as he saw you sprawled on the floor. He clenched his fists, he was about to jump the sideline and go give the girl a piece of his mind but was stopped by Kise.

"Hey Aomine-chi, she'll be fine, she can take care of herself. Besides, you cant exactly go storm up to a girl and start yelling at her," Kise told his idol, hoping that he would understand.

Aomine scoffed, "i can if she pushed my girl to the ground," he snapped and went to go again but was stopped once more by Kise

"You know she wouldnt want you too," Kise said, and Aomine knew he was right, he was just so angry though. He watched, his gaze never leaving you, a mix of worry and anger simmering beneath the surface.

You lay there for a moment, wincing in pain, but determination burned in your eyes. You pushed yourself up, refusing to let the fall shake you. Aomine's heart swelled with pride at your resilience, the way you refused to let the setback break your spirit.

There was just something so hot about how determined you were.

Your eyes met from across the court, and in that silent exchange, Aomine conveyed his concern and support. His gaze was intense, a silent promise that he was there for you, that he believed in your strength and resilience.

That instantly made you feel ten times better.

With a nod, you signalled to your teammates that you were alright, ready to continue. Aomine felt a surge of admiration for you as you brushed off the fall and got back into the game. He knew you were a fighter, determined and unyielding.

The game resumed, and Aomine remained rooted at the sidelines, his eyes solely on you. He watched your movements, the way you sprinted, defended, and attacked, a small grin on his handsome face as he watched you.

As the clock ticked away and the game reached its peak, Aomine's pride for you swelled. He watched you shoot yet another 3 pointer, a wide grin crossing over your face as you did a small little dance, happy that you were now in the lead and in that moment, Aomine knew he would always be there, silently cheering you on, ready to offer his unwavering support whenever you needed it.

Aomine's heart raced as he continued to watch you on the court. Despite the fall from before, you moved with determination, your focus undeterred. He clenched his fists, feeling a mixture of worry and admiration for your resilience.

You were in your element, dribbling the ball down the court with finesse. Your movements were calculated, your eyes scanning the court for an opportunity. You darted past opponents, your agility a testament to your skill and dedication.

As you went for a layup, Aomine held his breath, his eyes fixated on your every move. The opponents closed in, attempting to block your shot, but you maneuvered with precision, your focus unwavering.

Almost there

The ball left your fingertips, soaring through the air toward the hoop. Aomine's heart leaped with anticipation, the suspense palpable. The ball hit the backboard, teetering on the rim for a split second before finally dropping through the net.

Thank god. This is what you loved... that feeling of getting the ball in the net, this is why you played the game.

The crowd erupted into cheers, but Aomine's attention remained solely on you. You flashed him a happy smile, a glint of satisfaction in your eyes as you hustled back on defence.

Aomine felt a surge of pride and excitement as he watched you play. The game continued at a feverish pace, each possession crucial. You dove for loose balls, defended fiercely, and orchestrated plays with finesse.

Minutes turned into seconds as the game drew to a close. The score was neck and neck, the tension in the gymnasium palpable. Aomine's heart pounded in rhythm with the seconds ticking away on the clock.

You were everywhere on the court, hustling and giving it your all. You made a crucial steal, sprinting down the court with determination. With a swift move, you drove to the basket, drawing a foul from your opponent as they hit you while trying to get the ball.

The referee's whistle blew, signaling free throws for you. Aomine's eyes widened in anticipation. This was a pivotal moment in the game, and he knew you had nerves of steel, but even he was getting slightly nervous, though he had full confidence in your abilities.

You stepped up to the free-throw line, the weight of the game resting on your shoulders. The gymnasium fell silent as you dribbled the ball, your focus unwavering. You took a deep breath, then released the shot with precision.

The ball sailed through the air, the sound of the swoosh filling the gymnasium. Aomine's heart soared with pride as the crowd erupted into cheers. You had sunk both shots, putting their team in the lead.

Aomine's eyes never left you, his heart bursting with admiration.

The game's intensity soared as the clock dwindled down to its final moments. Aomine's focus remained steadfast on you, who hustled back on defense, your determination unwavering despite the physical altercation earlier.

Suddenly, a scuffle erupted near the basket. A player from the opposing team, the same one who had collided with you earlier, made a reckless play, shoving you in an attempt to gain possession of the ball. You stumbled back, your footing faltering as you tried to regain balance.

Aomine's eyes blazed with fury at the sight. His fists clenched, and his muscles tensed with an anger he struggled to contain. The referee blew the whistle, calling a foul on the opposing player, but Aomine's focus remained on you, concern etched into every fiber of his being.

You staggered for a moment but steadied yourself, refusing to let the fall hinder you. Aomine's heart pounded with a mix of worry and rage, his protective instincts on high alert.

The opposing player's actions were reckless and unnecessary, and Aomine's blood boiled with anger. He knew you could handle yourself, but the thought of anyone laying a hand on you, especially on purpose, infuriated him beyond measure.

From the sidelines, Aomine's gaze burned with intensity. He locked eyes with you, silently conveying his concern and his unspoken promise to make sure the offender would face the consequences.

You caught his gaze. You nodded subtly, acknowledging his support, and then turned your focus back to the game.

Aomine's fists remained clenched, his gaze fixed on the court. The game continued, each possession escalating the tension. He watched as you sprinted up and down the court.

The final buzzer echoed through the gymnasium, signaling the end of the game. Your team emerged victorious, but Aomine's mind was clouded with a singular thought—the player who had roughed you up needed to be dealt with.

As the teams shook hands, Aomine's eyes bore into the player in question, a simmering anger beneath his controlled demeanor. He held back, letting you handle the situation, but his glare spoke volumes, a silent warning of the consequences should such reckless behavior repeat.

You approached him, a happy look in your eyes. "I'm okay, Daiki. Don't worry," she assured him, sensing his anger.

Aomine's expression softened slightly at your words, but the anger still simmered beneath the surface. "I know you are, but that was uncalled for," he replied in a firm tone, his protectiveness evident in his voice.

"Ill be back, gotta go talk to the coach," you place a quick kiss on his lips and then run back to your team

He kept a watchful eye on the player who had caused the collision, his jaw clenched, a silent promise lingering in his intense gaze. He wouldn't let anyone hurt you without facing the consequences, and that player was going to learn it the hard way.

Aomine kept a watchful eye on you, observing your interactions with your teammates and opponents. His protective instincts were still on high alert, his gaze occasionally flickering towards the player who had caused the collision.

As you made your way off the court, Aomine approached you, his concern evident in his eyes. "Are you really okay?" he asked, his voice filled with genuine worry.

You smiled, though there was a hint of fatigue in your eyes. "I'm fine, Daiki. It's nothing I can't handle," you reassured him, placing a hand on his arm. You knew his protectiveness was a sign of his care and concern for you.

"Thanks you two for coming," you gave Kise a small smile before wrapping your arm around Aomine's waist and pulling yourself against his side.

Aomine exhaled, trying to ease the tension coiling within him. He glanced once more at the player, who was surrounded by teammates and coaches. His expression hardened, his protectiveness still burning within him.

As the player conversed with their team, Aomine's gaze bore into them, a silent warning simmering in his intense stare. He remained at your side, his arm instinctively drawing you closer in a protective gesture.

You glanced up at Aomine, catching the fiery intensity in his eyes. Sensing his silent promise, you gently squeezed his hand, silently conveying your appreciation for his concern and protection.

Your teammate called out to you, "y/n! you gotta come back, we're doing the end formalities!'

"I'll be back in a sec. Gotta go say thank you for the game and stuff," you sigh, leaned in, pressing a quick, reassuring kiss on his lips before darting back toward your team.

Aomine watched you go, his eyes tracking your every move, ensuring you were safe even in the midst of the post-game interactions. His jaw clenched, a subtle sign of his unease with the situation.

You navigated through the crowd of players and officials, your mind focused on expressing gratitude for the game. Yet, you couldn't shake off the feeling of discomfort caused by the player's earlier actions.

Approaching the opposing team's area, you maintained a composed demeanor, nodding politely as you exchanged words of appreciation with the coach and some of the players. However, your gaze lingered on the player who had caused the collision, a mixture of emotions swirling within you.

You offered a polite yet cool thank-you to the player, masking the underlying tension you felt. Their response was casual, almost dismissive, which only added to the unease simmering in the back of your mind.

As you turned to walk away, a voice cut through the air, "Hey, y/n, wait up a sec."

You halted, glancing back to see the player approaching you. Your guard went up instinctively, but you maintained a composed exterior.

"I just wanted to say, sorry about the collision back there. It's part of the game, you know?" the player shrugged, their tone lacking genuine remorse.

Your jaw tightened, but you managed a tight-lipped smile, masking the flicker of frustration. "Yeah, it happens. No hard feelings," you replied diplomatically, not wanting to escalate the situation.

Turning on your heel, you swiftly made your way back to where Aomine stood, his eyes locked on you. You could sense his tension, his protective instincts flaring up in response to the encounter.

Aomine met you halfway, concern etched in his features. "Everything alright?" he asked, his voice filled with a mix of worry and restrained anger.

You nodded, trying to dispel the tension. "Just some post-game formalities. Let's get out of here," you suggested, taking his hand and leading the way, eager to put the unsettling encounter behind you.

Aomine followed, his protective instincts still on high alert as he kept a watchful eye on your surroundings. You moved closer to him, seeking comfort in his presence, grateful for his silent support. Together, you walked away, leaving the gymnasium behind and focusing on the comfort of each other's company.

As you walked away from the gymnasium, the weight of the unsettling encounter slowly faded, replaced by the comforting feeling of Aomine's hand in yours. His protective stance eased, but he maintained a watchful eye, ensuring your safety as you made your way out.

The cool evening air greeted you outside, a welcome contrast to the intensity of the game. Aomine glanced down at you, a small smile tugging at the corners of his lips as he noticed you shivering slightly.

"Here," he said softly, slipping off his jacket and draping it over your shoulders, his touch warm against your skin.

You looked up at him, a faint blush dusting your cheeks at the gesture. "You'll be cold," you protested softly, though you couldn't deny the comfort of his jacket.

Aomine chuckled, the sound warm and reassuring. "I'll survive. Just take it," he insisted, adjusting the jacket around you with a gentle tug.

You relented, allowing the jacket to envelop you in its warmth, feeling a sense of coziness that had nothing to do with the fabric itself. The scent of his cologne lingered, a comforting reminder of his presence.

As you walked side by side, the quietude of the evening setting in, Aomine spoke up. "You handled that well back there. But if that chick steps out of line again, I won't hold back," he said, his voice carrying a protective undertone.

You glanced at him, touched by his protectiveness. "I know. But let's not dwell on that. I'd rather focus on having you here," you said, a soft smile playing on your lips.

Aomine's gaze softened, a fondness in his eyes. "Yeah, I'd rather focus on that too," he admitted, his tone warmer.

The two of you continued your stroll, the tension from earlier dissipating with each step.

As you reached a nearby park, the familiar sight of twinkling lights from the nearby cafe caught your eye. Aomine followed your gaze, a hint of mischief dancing in his eyes.

"Hot chocolate?" he suggested, a playful grin forming on his lips.

Your eyes lit up, a smile spreading across your face. "Yes, please!" you replied eagerly, the thought of warm drinks on a chilly evening appealing to both your senses and your heart.

Hand in hand, you made your way to the cozy cafe, the chilly evening forgotten in the warmth of each other's company. The promise of a comforting drink and shared moments ahead filled you both with a sense of contentment, strengthening the bond that was as warm and comforting as the hot chocolate awaiting you.

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𝗞𝗡𝗕 𝗯𝗼𝘆𝘀 𝗮𝘀 𝗹𝗼𝘃𝗲 𝘁𝗿𝗼𝗽𝗲𝘀 !!

ꕤ 𝐀𝐎𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐄 𝐃𝐀𝐈𝐊𝐈 as childhood friends-to-lovers. The two of you have been sticking next to each other since you could ever remember—he knows every single dream you have and promised to reach them together with you, and you promised to be by his side regardless whether he’s soaring or falling. Aomine was your other half and you were his too.

Those were the innocent promises you’ve made when you were both kids. And now that you’re both grown up, his height towering over yours and your body growing curves, every time he hangs his arm on your shoulder or when you hug his arm close to you; it sends butterflies all over your tummy. You’re not sure whether you should be feeling this way, oblivious to your mutual feelings.

Though, you couldn’t say that the both of you didn’t feel it. His hold on your hand lingers longer than it should, your gazes seeping tenderness and signs of jealousy whenever someone of opposite sex gets too close to one of you.

But neither of you are bold enough to admit your feelings, fearing the risk of your friendship torn apart. So you let the lingering touches be, only allow yourself to show your longing gaze whenever his back faces you and bite your tongue as yet another girl confesses to him.

ꕤ 𝐊𝐀𝐆𝐀𝐌𝐈 𝐓𝐀𝐈𝐆𝐀 as fate’s second chances. You used to be friends but eventually, the both of you grew apart with your own lives, almost forgetting about your friendship until one day, you bumped into each other and his name starts to be on the top of your call history again.

There’s not a day where one of you forgets to text the other, not a single night where the two of you doesn’t lay on your beds and talk about your day on the phone. And suddenly, Kagami is back into your life and he refuses to leave again; slowly making himself apart of your life more and more. Until he’s sending you home everyday and you’re cheering his name the loudest in all of his matches.

ꕤ 𝐊𝐔𝐑𝐎𝐊𝐎 𝐓𝐄𝐓𝐒𝐔𝐘𝐀 as dense people in love with the help of their friends. It started when his friends called out the way he looks at you, eyelids softened and relax, orbs brighter than they’ve ever seen. Even he himself was shocked to his feelings, spending sleepless nights thinking all about it—thinking all about you. It took a week after his realisation only did he ask his friends for advise. After all, he’s more clueless about love than anything else.

While on your side, you’re begging your friends to help you out with the boy who you thought didn’t have any feelings for you. The shy smiles he sent you as per Hyuga’s words and the awkward conversations he tried to start seemingly useless to your oblivious mind.

Though, the same goes for him too. The homemade bento you gave him that you’ve spent an hour before school preparing with the excuse it was leftovers from the night before and the sports drink you’d give him after his practice flew over his dense head even his teammates were absolutely flabbergasted.

So the battle between Kuroko and your friends began, just to see which one of you would finally get your feelings through your equally dense heads.

ꕤ 𝐊𝐈𝐒𝐄 𝐑𝐘𝐎𝐓𝐀 as something more than just friends. Every conversations you make would turn into something flirtatious, then you would both laugh it off afterwards, before either of you slips a glance at the other.

Everyone around you are always screaming at the two of you to get a room because of how heavy the chemistry between the both of you is—but neither of you would do anything other than throwing teasing words around and accidental touches.

It’s like you’re both running away from your feelings, afraid to confront the other for something serious; afraid that you’re going to be toyed with and get your heart broken. Yet when someone asks you out on a date, you’d reject them with him in mind.

Ironically, the longer you stay silent about how you really feel, the more painful your heart becomes until it’s almost unbearable. Kise’s just a little away from your reach; he’s yours but not at the same time.

ꕤ 𝐌𝐔𝐑𝐀𝐒𝐀𝐊𝐈𝐁𝐀𝐑𝐀 𝐀𝐓𝐒𝐔𝐒𝐇𝐈 as friends-to-lovers. The base of your friendship starting with what the two of you like in common—snacks. Your first impression of him was some big intimidating basketball player until he’s sitting next to you in the back of the class; where the real party is.

Not 10 minutes after the class started did you hear some kind of stomach growling before Atsushi turns to his bag pack and takes out a big bag of chips along with a pair of scissors. He’s quiet as he cuts the packet with the scissors, as if he’s experienced with it.

Watching him snacking beside you, back hunched like an old man and a hand over his chewing mouth, made you hungry for some snacks too. So, you took out your own caramel corn. You sit at the back of the class anyway, you had to have snacks ready in your bag.

Peering at you, Atsushi’s eyebrows jumped up a little before pointing at your snack, asking for an exchange with his. And from then on, you’ve been sharing snacks in classes almost every single day, until one day you find a piece of paper inside the opened bag of chips he handed to you.

‘Wanna go buy snacks tgt?’

ꕤ 𝐀𝐊𝐀𝐒𝐇𝐈 𝐒𝐄𝐈𝐉𝐔𝐑𝐎 as enemies-to-lovers. It started off small with his original hatred for you; like when you would raise your hand a second faster than him in class when the teacher asked a question or when the voting for class president between you and him turned out to be a tie. Then occasionally, he would overhear classmates talking about how you’re perfect—captain of your club, vice-captain of the student council and there’s no single flaw in your personality and looks.

Perhaps it was jealousy? He didn’t know, such a feeling was foreign to him after all. And as time passed, he saw you as a sort of competition, a threat that he had to defeat. Until one day, when you’re both put into a project, which would take weeks to complete in the least, together by your teacher. Of course it annoyed him, pissed him off but he still had to finish the project with you any way.

You were well aware of Akashi’s hate for you, and his incredible superior complex too so you thought working together with him would be tough; or maybe somehow get you killed as well. But it turned out that he didn’t really planned for your demise, although he would ignore your texts and ideas regarding your project—he didn’t have to say aloud but all you needed to do was to follow his lead and you’ll be fine.

Well too bad for him, you’re as persistent as a mosquito, following him around campus and even going to his practice just to ramble about what you think you should do for the project; completely ignoring all of his threats that he’ll hurt you. Until eventually, he couldn’t handle you anymore and agreed to let you play your part in the work. And that was the start to everything.

Discussions in the school library turned into working in his house’s library. Rides to his house turned into walks to your house after school. And his hatred for you, turned into yet another foreign feeling in his ribs.

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[thewritetofreespeech]

Hi! I'm here to request a headcanon for my favorite boys from KnB!! How would GOM + Kagami react to gn!reader getting injured while playing basketball with the boys?

GOM + Kagami injured s/o headcanons

Akashi

Akashi smirked to himself as he watched the ball swish through the net, completing the play. Another flawless move in his expert strategy on the court.

He turned around to look at his teammates for the practice game, and was surprised to see them not in awe of his skill as usual, but instead their attention surrounded by his s/o on the ground. “What happened?”

“My ankle….” [Y/N] wheezed as they held their leg to their chest.

Akashi’s eyes went wide. The ankle break. He didn’t even realize he was doing it until he whoosed past them. They must have fallen wrong due to him tripping them up and gotten really injured.

“Go get a nurse.” He ordered to another teammate, and they all rush off in tandem to find a nurse (or escape his sharp gaze). “[Y/N] I’m so sorry. I never meant to hurt you.”

“I know. It’s ok. I should have known since it’s your signature move.”

“My signature move is not hurting people.” Akashi rebutted, and placed his hand over theirs. “Let me take a look, before the nurse gets here. See what we’re dealing with.” It didn’t look bad at all, but as far as Akashi was concerned their might as well have been a knife sticking out of it.

There certainly one sticking out of his heart.

Aomine

He couldn’t hear anything when he went in the Zone.

It was just him, the basketball, and the hoop.

No one else mattered, or seemed real, when he went into this state.

Aomine came out of it a few minutes after tapping in. This game wasn’t that serious, and honestly didn’t need the Zone at all. He’d just been pissed off that his teammates had been taunting him in front of [Y/N], and decided to teach them a lesson.

“Damnit Aomine! How could you do that?”

“What Bakamatsu?” He clapped back at his fledgling captain. “Remind you that you’ll never be as good as me?”

Wakamatsu growled through gritted teeth. “You idiot! Is that really all you can say after what you did to [Y/N]?!”

Aomine got a surprised look on his face and finally looked down, where Ryu was crouched next to an injured [Y/N] on the ground. “Shit!”

“You really don’t care about anything back basketball, do you?” The blonde teen scolded as he rushed to their side. “Not your teammates. Not your training. And apparently not even your s/o. You just blitz right past them and put your shoulder right into ‘em.”

“You shut up Wakamatsu!!”

He doesn’t remember any of that. He’d gotten pretty intense when he was in the Zone before, but he never fouled anyone. ‘Shit’ he thought. Why’d it have to be them if he ran into anyone? “You ok?”

“Yeah. I’m ok.” [Y/N] replied as they tried to sit up. Holding their head where it had clearly taken a smack against the hardwood after the push. “I don’t think I’m bleeding.”

“We should still get you to the nurse to check you out.” Ryu insisted.

“I’ll do it.”

Aomine as already on his feet and helping [Y/N] to theirs. Escorting them to the nurse and all but carrying them out of the gym.

“That idiot.” Wakamatsu growled again once he was gone. “All that talent and he’s still just a reckless moron.”

Kuroko

It was just a friendly practice game between teammates and friends. Or at least that’s how it started.

Inevitably, and when dealing with high level high school athletes like the Serin club, it got more & more competitive as the game went on.

Kuroko’s team was only down by a few points. Something they could easily make up if they just buckled down and kept up a good defense. That’s where he came in.

The ball was past to him and Kuroko was about to Ignite Pass it right back out to Kagami, when [Y/N] suddenly stepped in the way. It was too late to stop the play and the ball instantly went flying across the court. Right into [Y/N] and knocking them off their feet.

“[Y/N]-kun!” Kuroko shouted (or…as much as his quiet voice allowed him to shout) as he rushed to their side. “Are you ok?”

“Yeah. I think so.”

They winced a little when they sat up and clutched their side. Clearly in pain where they ball struck them. “I’m so sorry.”

“It’s ok Kuroko-kun.” [Y/N] said in response to his apology. “I should have been paying more attention and not gotten in the way. Sorry.”

“It’s no one’s fault. Accidents happen.” Riko said. Everyone having come over after the incident to check on [Y/N] and see what happened. “Let’s get you on the bench with an ice pack for now though. I think that’s enough basketball for today.”

“I’m sorry everyone.”

All the team members wave [Y/N] off. Some making a vague excuse that they were tired anyway. Kuroko still felt bad though and sat beside [Y/N] for the rest of practice while the other team members practice shots or hung out. Not wanting to leave their side, even if they didn’t notice.

Midorima

Midorima was usually a very calculating person. He had everything planned out, strategized, and prepared to move forward before he made his first step in the morning. How he played basketball was no different.

Aside from his impressive 3 point ability, he also had incredible foresight on how the other players were going to react & behave. Which made it very easy to counter in most cases.

This was of course impossible to do with his impulsive s/o, [Y/N].

He wouldn’t admit that he was hurt when Takao and [Y/N] teamed up against him in this little game. Nor that it made him play more aggressively. When the point guard stole the ball from one of his teammates, and was getting ready to pass it to [Y/N], Midorima saw it clear as day and leapt forward to block it.

However, he did not anticipate how far [Y/N] was willing to reach for the ball; a ridiculous amount in his opinion. They ran right into him and both landed on the hardwood with a hard smack. Midorima able to correct himself pretty quickly, but [Y/N] landing face down.

“Ouch! You ok [Y/N]-chan?” Takao asked as he jogged over towards them.

“I think so.” [Y/N]’s muffled voice called out before they sat up. Their nose bleeding.

“Aw man!” Takao bemoaned before he ran off to get some towels.

“Is it bad?”

“Not that bad.” Midorima replied. Pulling a handkerchief, todays lucky item, out of his pocket to hold against their nose. “That was a totally reckless thing you did.”

“You ran into me.” [Y/N] replied. Their voice comical with their nose held to stop the bleeding. “I would have had it if you didn’t try to wall me off the pass.”

“I was trying to intercept. You were the one that went completely off the line. Where you trying to rugby catch the ball or something?”

“So what if I was?”

Midorima scrunched his mouth, perhaps not to laugh, and removed the handkerchief. “There. It stopped.”

“Thank you Shintaro-kun.” They replied. Making him smile, even if their face was bloody.

“I got you some water.” Takao said. Literally re-entering the conversation. “That can’t taste good in your mouth.”

“Thanks Takao.” They rinsed out their mouth and stood up. “I’m gonna go wash up. Sorry for messing up today’s lucky item Shintaro-kun.”

“It’s not important.”

[Y/N] smiled and trotted off to the bathroom. Midorima stood there, holding the handkerchief for a moment, before he went to throw it away. It didn’t seem very lucky anymore, and he didn’t want to be reminded of it either.

Murasakibara

His size had always been an issue for him. Even as a child.

Consistently bigger than all his peers and classmates, Murasakibara had to be careful he wasn't too rough with anyone or else they would get hurt. Except when it came to basketball.

His size was for once a true advantage when he played the sport. It was one of the reasons he kept playing, so he could be seen as an asset instead of a giant inconvenience.

Today, however, he didn’t feel like playing. So he was using his size as a petty form of compliance.

Standing on the court, as instructed, he just stood there and used his size to take up space. Like a muttering stone wall Murasakibara just stood there while everyone played around him. Just waiting for the game to be over.

“I got it!” [Y/N] called out. Catching the ball and dribbling down the court. The opposing team tried to catch up to them to steal, and they looked back for just a moment before colliding into Murasakibara’s ‘wall defense’. Ending up on the ground while he barely registered the shove.

“Are you ok [Y/N]-chin?”

“I think so.” They replied as they sat up. Wincing a little as they had clearly tried to catch themselves with their hands, and tweaked their wrist a little.

“[Y/N]-chin is hurt.” Murasakibara said. Seeing an opportunity. “They need to go to the nurse.”

“I think they’re ok Atsushi.” Himuro told him. Having jogged over in the commotion.

“Yeah. I’m fine.” [Y/N] agreed.

“They need to go to the nurse.” Murasakibara repeated and immediately lifting them up with one hand.

He walked off. [Y/N] almost dangling behind him at his pace as he made haste to get them to the nurse. “You just wanted to leave the game, didn’t you Mura-kun?” [Y/N] asked, once they were out of ear shot.

“It can be two things.”

+ Kagami

It was no secret to anyone about Kagami’s enthusiasm for basketball. He lived, ate, drank, and breathed the sport.

Although he loved the organized nature of the sport with his Serin team, he also loved the free nature of street ball; and the happy memories it brought back to him from his childhood.

He was especially excited when he got to play with [Y/N].

They weren’t on a team like him, or perhaps as traditionally skilled as other players, but they did love the sport. That was all that mattered to Kagami. As long as you loved and appreciated the sport, you could always play in his opinion.

The other team they were playing on the street court was very good, but having a hard time keeping up with Kagami’s moves. He’d dribble the ball in circles around them. Make a fast break to blow through their defenses. He even dunked a few times.

His adrenaline was really up, so when he was passed the ball again he quickly spun around to try and drive it up court again, but saw [Y/N] trip over another play in motion and slide across the asphalt.

“[Y/N]!” He shouted. Immediately dropping the ball and running over to them.

“Oh man, I’m really sorry! It was an accident!”

He barely registered the other player’s apology as he looked over [Y/N]. Falling on asphalt sucked. He would know. Their legs and arm where they took the dive was all scratched up. Portions of it starting to bleed, but nothing too serious. “Come on. Let’s get you home and cleaned up.”

“But the game….”

“Who cares about the game?” Kagami growled at them. Helping them to their feet and moving their weight onto his side to take pressure off the one they fell on. “Your more important than some game.”

He took [Y/N] back to his apartment and cleaned them up with his first aid kit & bandages. They spent the rest of the afternoon there. Watching basketball instead of playing it. Which, in his book, was still a good afternoon.

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[kleftiko]

Headcanons for Murasakibara giving his s/o aggressive headpats? He'd shake their head around like a joystick 25/8

❦ HEAD PATS

cw: none, this is fluff, height difference (which is likely unless you’re 6”11), mentions of food

* this man is a giant, so you know he’s always commenting on your height—doesn’t matter how tall you are, chances are you’re shorter than him

* “ahh, y/n-chin… you need to eat so you’ll grow…”

* you’re also an arm rest when he’s tired of standing, you’ll feel the weight on your head as he slumps and you’re genuinely surprised your neck doesn’t snap with all his weight.

* it’s also the most common form of affection he gives you:

* head pats for a good job

* cradling your head to his chest when you wanna cry

* playing with your hair when you’re sleepy

* the whole shabang, it’s actually adorable

* so its only natural when you two go to the arcade with some friends and your pouty boyfriend has to wait for his turn on the racing game that he pulls you closer to him as he sips his soda

* his disinterested eyes are completely focused on the game while you watch him

* you can see the hand holding his soda drift a little to the left and right, following the steering wheel and track

* then you start to feel the hand atop your head move

* forward, left

* a turn comes up

* two back, right

* he’s using your head as a gearshift

* and the last lap is coming up, murasakibara’s actions get a little more jittery

* it’s almost like he’s driving himself, trying to get to first place despite not having an avatar in the game or the fact that his wheel is soda

* you’re about to tell him something because he’s getting less delicate with his movements, shaking you around like a rag doll

* “atsushi”

* nothing

* “atsushi!”

* he lets go of your head, eyes casting downwards towards you as he looks a little confused

* “gearshifts don’t speak, y/n-chin”

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[ghostkinnie]

Types os kisses with KNB boys

➜ characters: GOM + Kagami and Hanamiya

➜ warnings: none just fluff

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ROUGH KISSES with AOMINE, he loves to kiss you like it's the last time crushing both mouths in an intense and long exchange of kisses. he can't stay away from your taste and your tongue. he wants you completely and if you don't stop soon the kiss will surely end in a sex session.

SHY KISSES with MIDORIMA, he is a shy romantic. he likes to explore your mouth in a private and calm way. his kisses are short but tender and full of meaning behind the touch of your mouth, he loves little affectionate pecks.

LONG KISSES with KAGAMI, he likes to take his time kissing you so he can taste you completely. his kisses are wet, lingering, full of touches between his hands all over your body. he doesn't like to kiss you fast because it's hard for him to let go of your mouth.

PASSIONATE KISSES with AKASHI, he likes to kiss you tenderly and carefully. he shows all his love and admiration for you during kisses that are slow and long. he'll hold you through the kiss like you're porcelain, he loves taking care of you.

GLUTTONOUS KISSES with MURASAKIBARA, he is always ready to kiss you and his kisses are always long and desperate as if he could devour your mouth and get lost in your taste. his kisses can take minutes and minutes and he will never get tired, he wants to taste you at all time.

FUNNY KISSES with KISE, he loves to kiss you in a way that makes you laugh. he will tickle your body during kisses, nibble on your mouth and smile against her. he loves to make you feel good during kisses because for him it is a unique moment of passion between you.

GENTLE KISSES with KUROKO, he's not in a hurry and doesn't like quick kisses, he wants to enjoy your mouth and admire you during kisses as if you were the most precious being, his kisses are romantic and tender.

QUICK KISSES with MOMOI, she loves to glue your lips together quickly and over and over, making you both laugh and feel comfortable and loved.

PROVOCATIVE KISSES with HANAMIYA, he likes to see you begging for his kisses, asking him to please kiss you. and when he kisses you it's going to be teasing and mischievous, he wants to see you melt against his mouth and arms.

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[imagine-knb]

Gom+Kagami+Himuro reacting to their crush shyly doing a kabedon on them for a dare

What a fun prompt! So sorry this took forever, anon. I just started my new position at work after moving across the country so my energy level has been very low. I think everyone has different ideas of who is the GOM depending on when they are referred, so I erred on the side of more is better and included Kuroko. I hope you enjoy these! -Admin Jade

Akashi

A hard smirk breaks over his lips as he leans against the wall, seemingly unaffected though his eyes meeting yours show he's actually quite interested, maybe even pleased. After all, he'd thought of doing the same thing to you but was concerned you'd have run away. "Bold of you to invade my space, ___-chan. Very few people can get this close to me... unless I want them to. Guess it's your lucky day. Now," he leans in closer, breath ghosting over your lips, "what are you going to do next?" No one would or could know just how much your boldness had affected him, he having had a crush on you for months now but uncharacteristically he hadn't made a move. Now, he knew he had made a correct choice; despite your shyness, you'd made a move. How rewarding.

Murasakibara

"Eh? What're you doin', ___-chin?" He looks down at you, as usual given his height, a lollipop going back in his mouth as he waits for you to explain caging him in both sides of his waist. Not that he minds, having wanted you close but not knowing how to tell you. When your cheeks turn pink and your gaze drops as you start to move away, he sets his large palm on your back, holding you fast. "I didn't say you had to stop," he mumbles around the candy in his mouth.

Kise

"Are you trying to kabedon me?! OMG you're so cute!" Kise can't believe you'd actually have the guts to try such a thing but he's so pleased that you did. Not that he was nervous to approach you once he figured out you returned his feelings, but he hadn't pinpointed the correct time. Now, you'd saved him the trouble in your bumbling but adorable attempt to cage in his larger form as he passed the ladder you stood on setting up for his next shot. Watching your eyes widen and your face flame up, he chuckles as he steps closer, arm on your back to hold you steady. "Careful, ____-chan, I wouldn't want you to fall for me twice," he says with a grin.

Midorima

A frown creases his brow as Takeo snickers behind you. It's disappointing seeing you give into such a useless and childish attempt of expressing affection and he tells you as much. "If you felt something for me, why not just say it?" But as your face flushes and you fight back tears, he regrets his harsh words, cursing himself for a quick wit with no filter. As you try to scurry away, he grabs your hand, unsurprised when you won't look at him. "My apologies," he says, voice clipped but words sincere, "you... you at least did something about your feelings while I remained silent." When you finally look at him with wide eyes, he clicks his tongue and pulls you away from Takeo's teasing glances. "Come, let's discuss this development in private."

Aomine

"You think you're so smooth," Aomine purrs, turning the tables quickly on your attempt to kabedon him by pressing into your space, your back hitting the wall opposite the one you attempted to cage him to. He smirks down at you, gaze tracing the flex of your throat as you swallow thickly. "Didn't think you were into this kind of stuff," he goes on, leaning closer. "Let's see what other surprises you have for me."

Kuroko

Kuroko was walking you home after a meal at Maji Burger when it happened. You'd just reached the door of your apartment and he had said his usual goodbye, but instead of opening the door you crowded him against it, palms planted either side of his head. Kuroko's heart was pounding but his face remained neutral as ever meeting your eyes. The silence became uncomfortable and you retreated with a murmured apology. "Why did you do that?" he asked. When you explained, the smallest of smiles came over his face. "You could have just told me, ___-chan," he chastised lightly, but with no heat in his voice. "Let's go out next weekend. Somewhere new."

Kagami

When you ask him for a drink while studying at his apartment, Kagami doesn’t think much of it, rising from his seat and heading to the kitchen with quick strides. It’s when he turns around to head back that he nearly careens into you, a sharp, “What the hell?” escaping in his booming voice mostly due to being startled at your unexpected presence. “Why are you blocking the door? What’s the matter?” he asks, brow furrowed and cheeks heating at your closer proximity. When you shakily explain your behavior, his face turns as red as his hair. “I… do you want to go out? For a date?” he blurts out. “I’m sorry it took a dare for this to happen but I really want to take you out.”

Himuro

He was used to attention from people, but yours is what he actually craved. So when you rose to the challenge of the silly dare and tried a kabedon on him, Himuro took the opening for all it was worth. He let you get close, a soft smile on his face as he reached up to caress your cheek. "So close and yet so far. If I dare you, will you take the next step forward?" he asks, feigning amusement while his heart hammered against his chest to finally be so near you.

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[laceymorganwrites]

I never thought I´d fall for you

KnB edition:

Female reader

Aomine:

listen, he has a type and it´s certainly not you

your boobs are non existing, not at all like he likes them

so why the hell is he looking after you all the time? why´s he got that stupid smile on his face whenever you look in his direction?

you shouldn´t be this pretty...no more than that, you´re so hot to him, just gorgeous

this man fucking overthinks everything he knew about his preferences before when he sees you for the first time

how are you so hot?? he doesn´t understand it 

it´s not your personality, at this point he hasn´t even talked to you just yet

it just hits him, he´s super attracted to you physically for some reason and because of that he´s intrigued and curious to get to know you beyond all that

someone tell him why he´s getting flustered when you smile at him

you make him such a mess, he´s so fucking embarrassed, this isn´t like him at all

Kise:

someone who´s as shy as you isn´t at all the girl he looks for

he doesn´t like shy and passive girls at all, they bore him

he much prefers someone who actively seeks him out

in his mind the shy girls are just fans of his that won´t actively be fans which pisses him off

when the two of you are paired up in a group project he´s beyond irritated when you just talk about school stuff and other things, complimenting his playing style and not just screaming about how cool he is

it´s...strangely nice

it´s the first time he can actually talk to someone without having to fake anything

and somehow the closer you get the more he is attracted to you

he feels really special that he´s one of the only people you talk to

he loves your shy smiles as well when you see him, it makes his heart flutter

Akashi:

 you´re so average it irritates him

he doesn´t even want to talk to someone irrelevant and boring like you

so why are you so persistent?

with anyone else he´d have flipped already so why can´t he with you?

why does he feel so calm around you? like there are no expectations? he isn´t supposed to feel normal

and it certainly isn´t supposed to feel so nice and comforting

no, Seijuro should fall for someone equally as cold as him, someone from a powerful family

he never really thought about falling in love or chasing after someone because in the end his father would pick out someone suitable for him

he wouldn´t get a say in it either way so he never bothered

but you made him want to experience these feelings that everyone around him had so carelessly

just once he wanted to taste the freedom of love

Murasakibara:

you´re an extrovert

it´s pretty self explanatory but people who talk too much and get too close to him always irritate him

tries to avoid you so much and always yells at you to stay away every time you sit beside him during lunch break

still, you´re the only person he ever runs after (only to get you back the snacks you got him which he didn´t ask for)

he keeps wondering why you´re so damn persistent, he´s not even worth it in the first place

you also don´t seem to care about basketball all that much which is weird because it´s the only thing he´s good at

eventually he gets too tired of trying to avoid you and just lets you talk to him

somehow he also finds himself replying to you which is something that never happened before

and even stranger than that...he feels calm around you and wants you to talk more

#kuroko no basket #kuroko no basket writing #kuroko no basket imagine #kuroko no basket imagines #kuroko no basket aomine #kuroko no basket scenarios #kuroko no basket headcanons #kuroko no basket hcs #kuroko no basket x reader #kuroko no basket x you #kuroko no basket x y/n #kuroko no basket murasakibara #kuroko no basket akashi #kuroko no basket kise #knb #knb writing #knb imagines #knb murasakibara #knb akashi #knb aomine #knb scenarios #knb fanfic #knb hcs #knb headcanons #knb kise #knb x y/n #knb x you #knb x reader

[lamnwar]

thinking about how kiyoshi did too much of a good job at provoking murasakibara that dude got into the zone

#imagine having that overly nice guy representing everything you hate and being so good at it #i'd be mad too tbh #but like... it's kiyoshi!! #if i was murasakibara i would have folded in place #you wanna have fun? fine have fun with me bb boy 😋 #(on my fifth rewatch of knb) #knb #teppei kiyoshi #murasakibara atsushi

[kuroko-no-cuties]

How Mukkun, Kuroko, & Kise react when you make them act like a neko 🐱 (pt1 - pt2)

🍬 MURASAKIBARA…

Will raise a judgemental eyebrow but will go along with it anyway, especially if you promise to give him some treats snacks. Will allow you to take pictures as long as you swear on your life you won’t post them anywhere or show them to anyone - especially teammates…he may be laid back but he’s still got standards.

“Hnn~ Chibi-chin has weird hobbies.”

He replies as you squeal over how adorable he looks with his sleepy eyes and the cat ears you shoved over his purple mop of hair. He holds a maibou stick in his mouth which you didn’t ask of him but you sure aren’t gonna complain since it adds to the uwu-ness of the costume.

🩵KUROKO…

will comply with little to no complaint or question. It clearly makes you happy so he’ll go along with it. And he’d rather do 5x practice than admit it but he kinda had fun…

“Hm? Oh you want me to hold my hands like this?”

He asks while holding his hands closer to his face in loose fists somewhat resembling the paw of an animal. You almost faint on the spot as this soft boy effortlessly captures the look of a neko boy. After your little photo shoot you pat him on the head and comment “Good kitty~”

“Ok I think that’s enough… you’re having too much fun with this.”

✨KISE…

Will also comply with little no complaint. I mean he’s literally a model so he’d jump at the idea of you and him spending time together by dressing up doing a photoshoot. He’ll also convince you to dress up and with him so hope that’s cool.

“Nya! :3”

Kise exclaims as he poses absolutely perfectly for the camera. He has this 100% on lockdown - perfect poses, perfect facial expressions, and added sound effects? You’re officially in heaven.

“Alright babe, you’re posing with me on this next one! Aw what are you shy about you’re even cuter than me you can do it no problem! Come onnn~ let me see you as Neko-cchii!”

#murasakibara x reader #kuroko tetsuya #kise ryota x reader #kise ryouta #kuroko x reader #murasakibara atsushi #🍷hcs #knb x you #knb scenarios #knb imagines #kuroko no basket #kuroko no basket headcanons #kuroko no basuke x reader