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teamatsumu · 9 months

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: ̗̀➛ 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 · 7 months

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❦ ASKING THEM FOR A BABY

cw: mature themes, fem!reader, pregnancy

HAIKYUU!

♡ ‘say less’ and takes off you’re clothes, kissing you dizzy and not letting you think about anything but him

— aomine, murasakibara, takao, kise

♡ looks at you with love in his eyes and promises to give you everything you want and more if you’re just patient (spoiler! you’re not)

— akashi, kiyoshi, kuroko

♡ screeches. he still thinks he’s a 25-year-old teenager—HE should be taken care of. but then imagines you pregnant and a flip switches and he’s on top of you

— kagami, kise, midorima, murasakibara

♡ is begging YOU for a baby cause he has the harshest baby fever and can’t help the fact he wants little yous running around

— akashi, kuroko, kiyoshi

bonus:

♡ immediately goes on his phone, completely silent and leaving you confused, until careless whisper starts playing on the stereo

— kuroko (completely serious too), kise, takao, aomine

#knb x reader #knb x you #knb x y/n #knb headcanons #kagami x reader #aomine x reader #murasakibara x reader #akashi x reader #kise x reader #kuroko x reader #midorima x reader #takao x reader #kiyoshi x reader #knb smut

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toji-bunny-girl · 2 years

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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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1lenii · 10 months

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KNB X TALL!Reader

(Might make a fic or hcs)

Some of the boys I think prefer tall s/o

One of these boys being Murasakibara, he seems like one to want a tall s/o as to not wanting to always lean down(could possibly b straining or even annoying)

Or even Aomine who would probably love a tall s/o and for the girls he would love that model look, as canonically he’s into pornos and things like that

I’m a strong believer Akashi, Kagami and Kiyoshi would love a tall s/o as well

Akashi admiring them but if your short he would like it too, he’s not rejecting it if anything he doesn’t mind your height.

Kagami would love a tall s/o for things such as basketball practice and having a opponent on par and realistic to the height of a real game

Kiyoshi is a soft giant, so he would probably love a tall s/o, something about shoulders touching while on date or what not🤷🏽‍♀️

Also we just need more tall s/o fanfics for the lovely tall people<33

But as always anything is up for discussion!! Much love ❀

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laceymorganwrites · 11 months

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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

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groundzerosgirlfriend · 1 year

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A Girl on A Boy's BasketBall Team

Chapter 1: A Meeting With Red & Blue

E/n- Enemy Name

"There's nothing wrong with wanting to be the best right?"

"If anything it's in our genetic coding as humans."

"Strive for the best and you'll become the best."

Bright florescent gym lights that leave you partially blind, obnoxious tennis shoes squealing and squeaking as they slide and glide across the freshly waxed floor, the smell of sweat and B.O from teenage girls that desperately try to forget it exists by drowning it with overly flowery perfume and wayyy to minty gum, the crash of the rim as another basket is made scoring 2 more points, it's all so tantalizing.

So why? Why am I currently being yelled at by my coach, as my "teammates" whisper and jeer at me in the corner of the gym? Those sluts, with their toothpaste ad smiles and their gold flaked nails I'll show them who to laugh at when I dunk on their asses. They aren't even fucking good at the game, they only play for attention, to scared to break a nail or even to much of a sweat.

"This is the 3rd backboard your daughter has broken in a month." Your coach grumbles bitterly, fidgeting her foot up and down on the maple floor planks "The school really can't afford to keep replacing these monthly.

"Can't we jus' send a check to the school to replace the backboards." Your mother suggests boredly, as she pulls out a spare checkbook from her pocket scribbling numbers and scrolling through her phone simultaneously.

"Well it's not only that... your daughter she's an awful team player, she refuses to pass the ball to anyone else, all her teammates feel neglected on the court" Your coach backs away, her eyes longing yet, hesitantly rejecting the check your mother is waving towards her in her hand."But their winning right." Your father queries, cutting your coach's complaints short. "My princess's team is bringin' home the gold every time." Your dad rubs the top of your head playfully smushing your hair in the process as you whine and stomp for him to quit it. He obliges to your request of course, but not smacking you lightly on the back of your neck causing you to jump away from him.

"How many points did you score in practice today hunnie." Your mom scribbles more numbers on the checkbook paper after examining it again. "38 points mum." You fiddle with the hem of your jersey shirt nervously already knowing what to expect.

Your mother gives you "the glance" and clicks her teeth, not in disappointment you've come to understand, but more so in encouragement. "You can do better than that hunnie."

"Your mother is right princess, we need at least 50 points per session practice or not." Your father hands you 38 dollars from his brown leather wallet tucked away in his back pocket, to which you gladly accept. "Yeah I know, but it ain't my fault Coach, wouldn' let me play at all." You point your finger and blame accusingly at your Coach, who's face has begun to morph into annoyance from being ignored and spoken over.

"No excuses hunnie." Your mother places phone down and digs her free hand into her purse to hand you 38 dollars as well. "Fine..." You place the two sets of money in your wallet and groan slipping it into your sports bra. "Moving on ladies."

Your father breaks the tension in the area with his signature grin. "My princess will see you tomorrow right at practice right Coach." Your father gives the woman an even toothier grin along with a smooth chuckle, causing your "teammates" to swoon in unison, as he takes the check from his wife. "We'll jus' drop this off at the front desk and take our leave."

"Coach did you tell 'em yet."

"The team is ready to start practice again." A snobbish voice is heard from behind your Coach. She averts her eyes nervously and rubs her hands together. "I'm letting them know right now E/n."

"Oh, hi Mr. and Mrs. L/N." A girl with long silver hair tied in a high ponytail with a black ribbon strides over to your Coach standing beside her confidently. Her hands were placed sassily on her waist, hiding a mischievous smirk. She shoots daggers through her eyes at you for a moment as you both make eye contact, and quickly turns to smile sweetly at your Coach and parents. "Well hurry, we're all ready to finish the quarter."

"Let us know what?" Your mother questions, as you hand your schoolbag over to your father, who willingly takes it. Your coach clears her throat awkwardly, the whole room becoming deathly quiet. Slowly, you rummage through your mother's handbag for a stick of gum, placing the wrapper back into her bag.

She gives you another "glance" this time more fed up, and snaps her fingers rapidly. "What were you lettin' us know Coach." Your mother slides a pair of encrusted shades onto her face.

"We have places to be, my daughter needs a new pair of sneakers for next week's game and has a photoshoot in a few hours."

"Your daughter's off the team." Your coach says bluntly, as you hear E/n and the entire team snicker. "What the hell are you sayin' Coach." The dribbling of a basketball in your hand starts, as you raise an eyebrow at your coach waiting on a response. "All of your teammates think your a selfish player Y/N, and I'd rather lose one player rather than the whole team."

"So until you can prove that your ready to treat this team and I with some respect and sportsmanship you're off the team."

"Tch, really Coach is that how it is." "You're gonna' get rid of your most valuable player." The ball your dribbling rolls away from you, and E/n snatches it, spinning it around on her pointer finger, a fake sense of disappointment that you can detect from a mile away radiating from her voice.

"Maybe you shouldn't have been so selfish angel~." You ball your fists in pure anger, hissing your teeth loudly. "Don't call me that you skank." Your father rests a hand on your shoulder "Calm down princess."

"But father I-" Your sentence is cut short. "Let it be, if your off the team, it's final." Your mothers says bluntly, as a lump forms in your throat and you excuse yourself outside. You swing the gym doors open, ignoring the cruel headache inducing laughs of your teammates.

And in a fit of rage you punch a wall over and over, the jagged surface bruising your knuckles. "It's not fair." "Not fair." "Not fair." Not fair." You mumble repeatedly, turning around and leaning against the wall you had just finished assaulting.

You slump down onto the floor and bury your head in your arms. "Why do it matter, if I'm a team player or not." "They shoulda been grateful I was on they shitty ass team anyway." "That stupid skank E/n, has nothing better to do obviously." You hear the crunching of gravel as footsteps approach you and quickly you assume them to be your parents, but blinded by anger, you don't look up from your self-pity.

Two presences tower over you as you sit huddled in a ball, rudely snap at the figures. "What the hell do y'all want, I don't need no lecture or nothin'" "It's obvious yall didn't mind lettin' me get kicked of the team so go away."

"You've got the wrong people." A voice scoffs. Even more annoyed, you look up to see a tall and muscular red-headed man? His aura is quite intimidating as he looks down at you. "I'm not supposed to talk to older men." You bury your head in your arms once again.

"What the hell!" "I'm a teenage boy, do you not see the uniform." He grabs your hand and places it on his school uniform. "Whateva.. and tell your friend to stop standin' behind me like a weirdo." You pull your hand away and pick yourself up off the ground and turn around to see a pale boy with light blue hair.

"You noticed I was behind you." The blue-haired boy speaks quietly, his straight face matching his tone of voice. "Of course I did, you ain't Casper the ghost or sum shit." You look at him confused "I think I'm jus' gonna go, yo crazy asses."

"Before you do, why were you crying and punching that wall." The blue haired boy asks you. Your cheeks heat up in embarrassment, realizing that they saw your tantrum a few minutes ago. "Can we go know, I'm starving." The red haired "boy" grumbles obviously bored, as the blue haired questions you.

"In a second." The soft voice protests, waiting for your response. "I don't tell strangers my personal life." You raise an eyebrow suspiciously. "Well my name is Tetsuya Kuroko and that over there is Taiga Kagami, we're both middle schoolers from Seirin High."

"Dude don't tell random chicks my name." The red boys yells at him, as you look at him a bit skeptically, squinting your eyes. "You sure his ass is in highschool, blink twice if you need help." Kuroko cracks a soft grin.

"No, no he's a teenager." Kuroko reassures softly, causing you to sigh softly as you sit back in the ground where you were previously. "That's good, thought the old man was gonna kidnap me or something." Kagami yells at you again, as he rants about how he's not an old man.

All you do is grin at him, until he gets bored and rolls his eyes ready to walk away. "Whatever, Kuroko let's go I'm starving." Kuroko nods and hold his hand out towards you. "You wanna join you look like you could use it."

A little stunned by his kindness your cheeks flush as you shrug "Why not, what's the harm in it." As you grab his soft hands and follow the red and blue haired duo along, Kagami insists that Kuroko shouldn't have brought you along and that's he not an old man.

You can't help it, their chaotic energy is contagious so much so that you grin the whole walk.

So if anyone's to blame it should be these two.

Nobody should have let you meet red and blue.

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yeosatinyngz · 2 years

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Marry me!

↳GN Reader | Fluff

➼A/N: For my beloved @celestair who continues to inspire me everyday <3

The day Atsushi has marked down and has been anticipating for months has finally arrived. It was the annual school festival where students would set up many fun activities for the other students and outsiders to enjoy. However, that wasn’t what he was looking forward to, his main focus was on the food booths.

While foraging all the food booths within his sight he overheard a conversation of a few students walking by. “We have to get to L/N’s food booth right now, I heard they are an amazing baker.” “Oh yeah, I heard they’re making crepes and it’s selling like crazy, we should hurry up and get there.” As soon as Atsushi finished listening he started dashing. He didn’t know where your booth was but he was going to make it his mission to get there no matter what.

After asking around for directions he finally found your booth. He quickly ran over and got on line, waiting impatiently. Once he was finally at the front of the line he ordered the chocolate strawberry crepe and once again had to wait impatiently. After what felt like a century, he was able to savor all the flavors of sweetness of the crepe. MMM MMM MMM THE FLAVORS ARE MELTING ON MY TONGUE

He marched back to the booth and slammed his hand down on the counter. “WHO MADE THIS?” He said while pointing to his half eaten crepe. You were busy making other crepes until you heard the commotion. “Um Y/N, I think he’s talking about you.” You nervously turn around to come face to face (more like face to chest) with an intimidating giant.

Looking aside to not hold eye contact with his intense gaze, you reluctantly raised your hand up, “Um, I made that crepe.” He walks closer to you and then grabs ahold of your hand. “Please marry me! This is single handingly the best crepe I have ever tasted ever since I came out of my mom’s womb.” You don’t know what came over you but you actually said “Yes?” Before you quickly added “Wait, who even are you?” “That doesn’t matter, we’re getting married.”

Bonus: Some random person on the line who’s on the phone: “Holy shit get down here to the crepes booth, I just witnessed a marriage proposal and get this, they said yes?!”

#kuroko no basketball #kuroko’s basketball #kuroko no basket x reader #kuroko no basuke x reader #kuroko no basket scenarios #knb #knb fics #knb x reader #knb x y/n #knb scenarios #generation of miracles #kiseki no sedai #murasakibara atsushi #knb murasakibara #murasakibara atsushi x reader #murasakibara x reader #murasakibara imagine #murasakibara fluff #yeosatinyngz

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suvidrache · 10 months

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Atsushi Size Kink

age in bio when interacting. minors do not interact.

Word Count: 137 / Read it on AO3 | Offline Version

- Atsushi only likes tall people, but not someone taller than him.

- Everyone he ever met was usually too small, or too close to his height.

- But you were the perfect height. Not too short and not too tall.

- He didn't have to bend over too much to kiss you.

- You also were tall enough. You didn't have to ask him for help to get things off the shelf.

- This was his first relationship ever. He wanted someone at a certain height, which, with him being 6'10", was hard to find.

- He naturally thought that with him being taller and a guy, he should be the one on top.

- He quickly learned, however, that he really liked you being the dominant one.

- He liked it even more if you wore high heels while also making him submissive ❤️

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celestair · 2 years

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if you are an active writer knb blog, or just like talking about knb in general, please interact with this post. i am still not over my obsession with this anime and i need to talk/read about it 😭

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somemydayy · 2 years

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Stars, Fate and everything in between

Summary: Murasakibara didn’t believe in fate, but damn did he believe that all the stars just so happened to align so you could meet that fateful day.

The first time he saw you, Murasakibara couldn’t help but admire you in a feeble attempt to picture how silky your hair would feel against his fingers. How your plump lips would feel against his cheek, or even how your fingers would rest against his own. Even better yet how your small figure would feel pressed against his much larger frame.

But most of all he couldn’t help, but stare as he saw you. You were the literal embodiment of his ideal type. Tall, and very considerable in the chest department. You probably had a even bigger chest then the girls he saw in Aomine’s porn magazines, but who was he really to compare? Compare you please he wouldn’t dream of it. You were beautiful all on your own accord might he add. Truly.

Beautiful was the first word that crossed his head when he first saw you. He came across you at a local convenience store, buying thirteen popsicles one late afternoon. His favorite popsicles, and now there was no more. Murasakibara was beyond pissed, and so before you escaped he cornered you, his strong, tall and build frame trapped you against a brick wall outside the convince store. Trapped against the wall, by his large build. He could only sigh as he saw your deep (e/c) orbs stare up at him.

“Did you really have to buy all thirteen of the popsicles?”

“Uh—" He waited for your retort to mind his business, but it never came instead you shuffled into your bag and reached in and grabbed a popsicle handing it to him.

“Thirteen? Damn just my luck. Here’s an idea, why don’t you have it. Tall-kun?”

Just his luck? Your just like Midorima. Believing in all that astrology and superstitious crap. But he couldn’t help the pang in his chest as he saw you smile, before running off. And so just like that he was love sick, and was now a firm believer in fate.

“Plus twelve is my lucky number today.”

The second time Murasakibara saw you again, was at the same convenience store buying yet another type of snack. Potato chips, his favorite kind no less. But to make matters worse they were no more. He huffed, and puffed as he stormed to the cashier, and informed them of there being no more on the display. And just as the poor cashier was fumbling around you placed a second bag of chips on the counter and slide it to the cashier.

“Just these, please.” Murasakibara couldn’t help, but frown as you paid, and just as he was about to make his exit you stopped him by tugging on his sleeve, and placing the bag of chips in his hand.

“I heard, sharing is caring. Plus my horoscope said I should do one good deed a day, and also cut down on the gluten. So enjoy the chips, Tall-kun.”

And like always you gave him a sweet smile before taking your leave. He could only stare as you retreated back to your own activities. And just his luck he couldn’t help admire the way your hips moved side to side. Maybe he’ll get Aomine to help explain some things to him, he was also a guy after all.

The third time he met you were devouring a bunch of snacks on your own. Not like he was one to talk, but he was amazed at how your delicate body could digest such amounts of food. It was amazing really.

Your eyes were tear-stained and puffy. Maybe you failed a tested, or got yelled by your parents or maybe you got into a fight with your boyfriend— and that thought alone sent a twisting motion against his stomach that made him suck in a breath. But as he glanced at you he couldn’t help but let out a sigh of relief as he heard you on the phone saying.

“Onii-Chan lost the tournament. No wonder. My horoscope said, sometime bad would happen today. Ugh! But don’t worry, he’ll be fine he’s the king of the court, after all. Oops did I say that out loud? My bad.”

He saw you wallow in despair, and he felt like he was just hit by a truck. He could only clinch his fists and then a second later he returned with a popsicle in hand. Without a word he placed the cold treat against your cheek before taking his leave. And with that, he smiled knowingly. Because you didn’t have a boyfriend as far as he knew of.

It was a distant voice, but he caught it.

“Thanks, Tall-kun!”

And so just before another official match he reached out, and met Midorima. To get a better understanding of you. To his shock, Midorima laughed and smirked.

“You finally realized the importance of horoscopes?”

“No. I just like this girl who happens to like stuff like that.”

“Like that?”

“Horoscopes, superstition even.” Midorima could only hum in response. A quizzical look cast across his features. And a growing curiosity loomed against the air.

“You must be joking? Right? You liking a girl, that’s news to me. I thought the only thing you actually liked were snacks.”

“Oh come on, I’m a man too you know.”

“Why don’t you ask Aomine or Kise. They might be better for these type of things.”

“Alright.” And with that he was off to find his old team mates. But just as he was set on his way, he saw his shoe untied. And just as he kneeled down, he felt a sudden whoosh pass by. With a serious look, he caught a glimpse of you jumping over him towards the gymnasium at a incredible pace. He couldn’t, help but be in complete awe of admiration as you turned back, and give a sincere smile as you yelled out a apology.

“Sorry, Tall-kun!”

He couldn’t help, but hear his teammates snicker and compliment your agility, but what irked him was how they complimented you on your appearance. Tall, pretty eyes, a big bust and the agility to move, the innuendo caught him off guard he won’t lie. As his teammates comments he couldn’t help, but let his anger get the better of him.

“Like hell you guys would ever have a chance. Maybe in a million years.” Atsushi Murasakibara was a man of many talents, but only thing he desperately wanted was your heart. He swore then, and there he would find some way to get it. And by no means would he ever let somebody else set there sights on you, not if he could help it.

And so that’s how he soon found himself confiding in Kise, and asking for advice on the topic.

“Your good with girls right, Kise?”

“Yeah, but why you asking? You want me to set you up with someone? Like on a date, I’ll do it if you ask nicely.”

Murasakibara could only shake his head, and a small smile graced his lips.

“I’m just curious, how do I get a girl to notice me.” Kise could only stare at the giant, and sigh as he looked at him.

“First things first, do you actually know the girl?” Murasakibara could only stare blankly at the blond man infront of him.

“Don’t tell me, you had a meet-cute?”

“Meet-cute? What’s that?”

“Honestly. A meet-cute is a amusing or charming first encounter between two characters that leads to the development of a romantic relationship between them. Typically only happens in movies or soap operas. But on the rare occasion, real life too. So where and how did you meet her?”

“At the conscience store.”

“Oh let me take a guess, she’s a pretty cash register lady, and you so happened to be short on change so she spotted for you?”

“Nope. She gave me a popsicle.”

“Is that it?! Was that all it took for you to fall in love?!”

“She also gave me a bag of my favorite potato chips brand, the last one.” Kise stood in disbelief as he stared at the purple haired giant.

“Is she pretty?” Murasakibara could shake his head and a small smile graced his lips.

“She’s beautiful. Plus she’s also my ideal type. It was literally love at first sight, I swear.” Kise could only scoff in disbelief, and roll his eyes. All this cutesy talk was making him sick to his stomach.

“Well good luck with that. Next time try to actually talk to the girl, don’t be a chicken.”

“Hmm, I will.” Murasakibara couldn’t help, but smile at the thought of seeing you again. And just as he made his way to the connivance store, he passed by what appeared to be a group of high schoolers making their way inside as well.

“Hey, Kageyama.”

“Hmm? What?”

“I can’t believe (Y/n) ran all the way to the arena in time just before the tournament started. She’s amazing.” Murasakibara couldn’t help but have his ears perk up at the conversation.

“Well she didn’t have too, but she had no choice since you were crying saying you mixed up Hinata’s gym bag. Idiot, honestly.”

“She used to be on the track & field team in middle school.”

“So does she still complete?”

“(Y/n)? Ah no, she had to quit, and since then she rarely ever competes.”

“She quit?”

“Before she quit once due to a injury. I think she was in a competition, and she slipped, and rolling her ankle that subsequently severely fractured it. She had a cast on for a few months then after that a foot supporter for another few months. The doctors said the only way for her to run competitively again is to get surgery; and do intensive rehabilitation, but she never went through with getting it. Since then she was never the same. She’s been doing better, she actually seems happier then ever.”

“But then later she had further health issues which complicated her recovery and subsequently created conflicts with her running. So as to not burden the team any further, she withdrew from further competitions.” The room grew quiet as everyone waited on his next words.

No one could help, but catch the sullen look his features held or the dull gaze the boy’s eyes held as he continued to talk to his group of friends.

“But don’t worry she’s fine now. Still the biggest pain, ever.”

“Bigger than Hinata?”

“I wouldn’t go that far.” At this a small child clad in a similar team Jersey interjected, huffed out a complaint.

“I’ll have you know, I’m a delight to be around.”

“Yeah keep telling yourself that. Chibi-chan.”

Soon the days passed, and still you didn’t show up to the conscience store. He was worried, if he thought about it. Maybe what those first year club members said seemed like a lot. He wondered if his suspicions were true. Was it really you? Did something happen to you? Were you unwell again? He hoped not.

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(This part was supposed to be my original idea but I couldn’t help myself, and made it a full scenario. I have officially become a Atsushi Murasakibara simp ;)

It was just his usual snack run; when he saw you again. You were pretty, and tall in all your glory. The literal embodiment of perfection, and everything in between. He couldn’t deny that, but the way you pouted as your ice cream fell set a fire within him. He ran back inside the store and purchased his favorite kind, and ran back out. And lo and behold you were still there pouting as you kicked the nearby pebbles back and forth with your feet.

“You can have this one, I accidentally bought a extra.” You looked up to the direction of where a familiar voice came from when suddenly you smiled up at him as you took the popsicle. He happily watched as you licked, and plopped the popsicle against your lips. As he watched you finish the popsicle he couldn’t help, but softly pout. He dreaded the mere thought of you leaving and him never seeing you, again. But as luck would have it, you gave a cheeky smile as you reached the end of your popsicle, the popsicle stick was engraved with a small quote.

“Happiness is all the ice cream you can eat.”

He swore his heart skipped a few beats as he saw you laugh.

“Thanks for the popsicle. Tall-kun.” But just as you were about to leave, Murasakibara grabs your hand, and looks at you.

“I’ll buy you even more treats if you go out with me. At least once, please.” Taken aback by his last comment, you could only ruffle through your bag and take out a marker. He saw you scribble something down on the back of the popsicle stick, and give it to him.

“My phone number, call me sometime this week. I like snacks, but I’ll love a proper meal next time. Until then.”

And with that you blew him a kiss before walking, but just as he began to think anymore you turned back around and yelled

“Oh by the way my name’s (Y/n). (Y/n) Kageyama.”

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But just like that he found you at the convenience store, and just his luck you were eating the last popsicle yet again.

“Wait, don’t you want to know my name as well?” You looked back at him and held a cheeky smile against your pink lips.

“Nope. I heard about you from Midorima. Now that one, is a firm believer in fate. But I gotta say I think I have him beat in that department, right, Murasakibara Aksushi?”

At your words, Murasakibara couldn’t help, but have his whole face heat up.

“No fair, you knew my name all along.” He couldn’t help but catch the smile forming at the end of your pink lips as you glanced up at him.

“It was outside the gym, I saw you talking to Modorima before the tournament. I didn’t really have to ask because your name was written on your bag. But if I’m telling the truth, I asked him anyway. Just so you know, it was more like love at third sight. Three is my lucky number after all.”

And with a knowing smile you couldn’t help, but let out a chuckle.

“I expect a amazing dinner date. But I’ll make due with a snack one too. I’ll meet you then. Make sure this time you make a move. I’ll be waiting, Tall-kun.”

But what could he do, now he was a firm believer in fate. And as he saw your retreating figure, he couldn’t help, but smile. He wouldn’t go as far as say he understood Midorima now, but he couldn’t help but smile at the thought. Fate really did exist and it goes by the name of (Y/n) Kageyama.

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teamatsumu · 9 months

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: ̗̀➛ rough.

✎ pairing: murasakibara atsushi x reader

✎ word count: 1,141

✎ nsfw, smut, explicit content

Murasakibara doesn’t get intense in bed often. He doesnt have to. He is already so massive that minimal effort is enough to completely wear you out. The problems start when he does get intense in bed.

After the Seirin game, there was no stopping him. No talking him down or trying to calm him. He was frustrated and irritated and he needed to vent. And there you were, a convenient target.

The headboard creaked and groaned in protest as it banged against the wall. The bed was probably on its last legs. A little more and it would break down. The noise it was making was already alarming in itself. You however, could give less of a shit. Not when you could barely breathe.

“Atsushi!” You wailed, trying everything in your power to squirm away from the relentless pounding your pussy was taking at the hands of your 6’10” boyfriend. Your lungs rushed to catch up and your muscles seized, toes curling. The wet slapping of skin was a positively pornographic sound. In the dim light, your body shone with sweat, tears, drool and your own juices, unable to do anything except cry and take his huge cock. This was a hard enough feat on your good days, but today? Atsushi had thrown you onto the bed and ripped your clothes off, no prep and no warning, before bullying his cock into your tiny pussy and proceeding to fuck you into the mattress.

All he did was grunt in response, hair obscuring his face from you, one hand holding your wrists tight over your head, while the other groped roughly at your breast, pinching and pulling your nipple so hard it made you shriek. His massive frame pressed down on your torso, leaving you with little room to breathe and even less room to move. His fast and trembling breath hit your cheek, the only sign that he was affected by this like you were. Your legs shook, twitching in the air as you took everything you got, feet kicking.

“Atsushi, please, slow-” you weeped. “Slow down.”

A rough hand reached up, gathering your hair and tugging hard enough to make you arch up. His pace quickened even more and you screamed.

“Silly girl,” he groaned, mouthing and licking at your throat before biting down hard. Your eyes rolled up into your head. “No ‘going slow’ today. I’m going to crush you, little bug. And you’re going to take everything I give you. Okay~?”

His singsong drawling voice was throwing you off. No one would guess he was completely wrecking you by the way he spoke. The only sign was the slightly hoarse tone of his voice. And here you were, feeling like your very nerves were being ripped from your body. Your core was singing in bliss, nearly purring when he hit just the right spot, the head of his cock pressing so deliciously inside you with each thrust it made fresh tears leak from your lash line.

You didn’t even register when he pulled out and flipped you over, the room spinning in your vision as he manhandled your hands behind your back. One strong hand gripped your wrists tight while the other wound into your hair, pushing you down until your cheek was squished into the mattress. You gasped when he entered you again and resumed his brutal pace. The new angles had you moaning all over again, your spine tingling. Your pussy burned and your thighs ached. Tears trickled down the bridge of your nose and dripped onto the sheets, mixing with the drool that ran down the corner of your mouth. The filthy squelch of his cock entering you made your face heat up, fueling every dirty desire you had ever dreamed of.

Minutes later you felt the wonderful ball in your stomach tighten, threatening to burst. Eyes squirming shut at the overwhelming feeling. Your tongue lolled out of your mouth.

“Atsu….. I’m gonna,,, I’m-” You babbled nonsensically, but your boyfriend seemed to understand, picking up his pace until you were screaming and clenching around him, stars bursting under your eyelids as your ears rang.

The last thing you heard was the low groan behind you as Atsushi’s hips stuttered, and the last thing you felt was warmth fill your core as he painted your insides white.

…………………

When you came to, you registered how cozy you felt, warm and relaxed, your back pressed into something firm while the sloshing sounds of water filled your ears. All was still and steady around you, eerily so. Your eyes blinked open slowly, as if the tiniest action was enough to fatigue you, and you smiled when you saw the pristine white tiles of your bathroom wall in front of you. You turned your head so your nose pressed into the side of Atsushi’s neck, inhaling his scent deeply.

“You’re awake,” he mumbled through a full mouth, making you pull back to look up at him. His cheeks bulged out, jaw moving as he munched on whatever he was eating. You followed the movement of his hand as he reached out to the small table beside the bathtub, dipping into a transparent bowl that you could see was filled with mini Snickers bars. You sighed and relaxed into him again, feeling him slide his other arm around your waist to steady you. His legs stretched out on either side of you and toes comically peeked out of the water on the other side.

The water around you was letting out gentle wafts of fragrant steam, and you observed that Atsushi had really gone all out this time. Bath salts tickled your skin and a scented candle gently flickered on the shelf above the tub. You felt something poke at your lips and you opened your mouth, allowing your boyfriend to feed you whatever snacks he had laid out on the table. You let the sweet chocolate melt into your mouth.

“How long have we been here?” You asked, eyes already drooping. You felt his muscles shift behind you, indicating that he was shrugging.

“Maybe ten minutes.” He hummed, looping both arms around you and pulling his legs up so he could squeeze you between his hold. You smiled and let him. The press felt nice against your exhausted limbs. You shivered when Atsushi pressed a wet kiss into your bare shoulder, nibbling lightly at the skin.

“You did good today. Sorry I went too far.”

You giggled and turned your head to look into his eyes, wet hand reaching up to thumb affectionately at the little crinkles around them. “Are you kidding? I don’t think I’ve ever come that hard in my life.”

He pressed his face into the side of your head, hair tickling your nose as you laughed, unable to muster the energy to push him away.

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kleftiko · 11 months

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Request if that's okay? I can imagine Takao and Murasakibara both being little shits to their fem!s/o who is minding their business by undoing their bra under their shirt multiple times during the day and walking away like it wasn't them lol

❦ ANNOYING

cw: none, this is fluff, aged up!characters, boobs mentioned but nothing sexual, and language cause i have a potty mouth :)

anon, you are so right

—takao

little shit plays it off so well too. you’ll be hunched over doing work, or something, and he comes up to rub your back soothingly like, “don’t worry, pretty girl, you got this.” and just as your shoulders relax you feel the support in your chest release and hear him giggling to himself. like such:

midterms suck. college makes you tired and confused and sends your emotions into a repetitive 12 week rollercoaster. your mind is wack right now and you’re pretty sure you’ve been reviewing the same sentence for ten minutes.

you think you hear your boyfriend coming into the room, and when you feel a warm hand smooth across your shoulder, you feel relieved.

“i hate this.” you mumble.

“i know, pretty girl.” his fingers start tracing soothing patterns across your back. “you work so hard, let me help you relax.”

you fall back into his comforting touch, closing your eyes and finally feeling a moment of content when you hear the familiar click and feel the release of your boobs.

the mischievous giggle of your boyfriend makes your eyebrows scrunch up for a second before you hear his feet running away like a child.

you should be annoyed. he tricks you in the middle of a stressful study session just to get your bra off, but his stupid giggle is just so contagious that you can’t help but laugh as well.

—murasakibara

literally hate him (not really). but he does this shit in public. it’s the best way to get you to stop talking to people and give him all your attention. sure, it’s because you’re pinching his ears to reprimand him, but at least you’re eyes are on him instead of that stupid guy you were talking to:

you usually meet your boyfriend outside of your class. he comes to pick you up, you get some snacks at the cafe in the building, then walk home together.

in class today, someone new sat beside you and you two got to talking. nothing special, just what usually happens at uni. but after the lecture as you wait in your usual spot, your new friend hangs back with you and he continues what he was saying.

you don’t notice your boyfriend come up to you until his hand comes to rest on your lower back and you flash him a smile before looking back at the guy.

murasakibara doesn’t like that. he’s a little bit of a jealous person, so the fact that you’re not paying attention to him even with his hand running up and down your back, he needs to take it up a notch.

his large fingers creep up to your shoulder blades and pinch the clasp. your eyes widen slightly, arms instinctively clamping to your sides so as not to let your bra drop.

“yea—haha—anyway, we have to go now. see you next week!” you make your escape.

and your boyfriend’s triumphant smile quickly falls as you turn the corner and harshly grab his ear. your voice scolds him, but the only thing he could think is that he’s just happy your attentions on him now.

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summer-nights19 · 7 months

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Hii! Can you make a Murasakibara x reader . Murasakibara calls his s/o by a cute nickname after his basketball practice is over and his s/o came to see if his practice is over so they both can go home together after school + the reaction of GOM when they get to know murasakibara is dating someone.? Bye, have a great day /night!

Hi anon ! Thank you so much, and this is really cute, thanks for the mental picture <33

Reading you guys' KnB imagines always makes my day, so please continue to send em in !

When his friends find out you're dating

Murasakibara x gn reader

(AU in which the GOM remain teammates after middle school)

@neoo you might like this one

You took your phone out of your bag to check the time as you walked towards the school gym. If you remembered correctly, Atsushi's basketball practice should have ended around five minutes ago. It was the last practice session of a very busy season, so he'd promised to take you out as soon as it was finished. When you asked where, he said it was a surprise and that he'd take you there after practice. The more you thought about spending the evening with your beloved boyfriend after a few weeks of barely seeing him outside of school, the giddier you felt. When you finally reached the gym and pushed the door open, you saw Atsushi talking with the other members of the generation of miracles as they walked out of the changing room. Even though most members of the generation of miracles were pretty tall, Murasakibara still managed to tower over them. He'd changed out of his basketball kit and into a loose fitting black shirt with short sleeves and grey sweatpants. His hair was also up- he knew that was a weakness of yours. You didn't mind that he dressed more casually- in fact, as you checked out his long, toned arms, you realised how much you liked it. As soon as Murasakibara saw you standing and starin at the door, he smiled slightly and walked over to you.

"Hey baby, you ready to leave after this ?" You opened your mouth to answer but Kuroko beat you to it.

"What ? Murasakibara and Y/N ? Why didn't anybody tell me ?" You tried not to laugh at the look of utter shock on his face as his eyes darted between you and Atsushi. Aomine cut in, frowning

"Yeah ! And why does he get to date someone that hot ? Y/N, if you ever grow bored of this dry ass man then you know where to find-" This time, it was Atsushi who cut Aomine off by shoving him in the opposite direction to you.

"Over my dead body," he said, glaring at Aomine. The latter simply smirked and raised his eyebrows

"Control yourself, Aomine. Anyway, you're all just idiots. This has been rather obvious for a few weeks now. Whenever Murasakibara has free time, he spends it with Y/N, and he always takes every opportunity to text them during practice. Akashi has noticed it too. While I normally wouldn't condone dating within a friendship group, their signs are perfectly matched," Midorima explained, a triumphant look on his face, while Akashi stood there silently. You hadn't expected much of a reaction from him, because you realised on some level he'd always known, and had given you and Atsushi small windows of time in which you could meet and talk all throughout the last basketball season. When you'd thanked him for all his help, he'd just nodded and smiled slightly.

You listened and tried to hold in your laughter as Aomine and Midorima began to squabble over his remark. These guys were idiots, but they were your idiots. They'd been your best friends since middle school and you were glad that you finally had the opportunity to share this with them. Kise finally broke the spat, smiling in your direction as he spoke.

"Yeah, you guys really weren't as discreet as you thought. I mean, Murasakibaracchi literally has a picture of you in his basketball jersey as his phone lockscreen. Anyway, though I agree with Aominecchi that this is slightly unfair, I wish you two all the best. You look really cute together, as well as being well matched,"

"Yeah," Kuroko agreed, smiling at you as you blushed.

"Aww guys... thank you so much ! We would have told you earlier, but we were afraid it would change things between the group,"

"Nah. No matter what happens, we'll stick together. We've made it this far, right ?" Aomine replied, and the others nodded in agreement. Atsushi put an arm around your waist and looked at the guys.

"Now that you know, I'd appreciate it if you stopped wasting our time. I'm taking Y/N on a date tonight. Also, keep your hands to yourselves. Y/N is mine," he said, glaring at Aomine and Kise. You smiled up at him, your heart beating faster as he revealed this new possessive side to his nature. He squeezed you a little before hoisting you over his shoulder as if you weighed nothing.

"Wha- Atsushi ! What do you think you're doing ?" you asked, squirming in his grasp playfully.

"We'll get there faster like this,". He tightened his grip around you and you let yourself relax, breathing in his warm scent as he carried you out of the gym.

"Bye guys !" you said, smiling as Atsushi carried you out. The others smiled back at you, waving as they watched you and Atsushi leave the gym.

As soon as you'd left, Kuroko opened his mouth again

"So that's why Murasakibara was asking about where the rose garden was,"

Kise facepalmed and laughed a little

"Yes, it was. He wanted to surpris them with a truly romantic spot. God, you really are dense at times, Kurokocchi,"

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