#murasakibara

thinking about murasakibara and one of the only times he's not bored out of his mind and nonchalant––when you're on top of him.

the only thing lazy about him then is the stare he keeps on your body, slowly tracking your movements, your curves, the sweat glistening on your chest. he takes his time to make sure he doesn't miss a thing.

but his body is working. fingertips digging into your hips as he bounces you on his thick cock, feeling your walls clench and squeeze around him. his thighs smack against yours as he thrusts into you quick, steady, and heavy, letting you feel all of him deep inside.

his voice is quiet, gruff, and heavy with lust "feel so goddamn tight, so good." even as he feels the burn in his thighs, he fights past the fatigue just to focus on your pleasure.

he keeps you steady with a hand on your hip, moving the other to hold your torso, fingers splayed wide, thumb stretched to rub your clit while he bounces you in his lap, eyes locked on your face to watch you fall apart.

"there you go, take this dick baby. want you to feel so good."

𝙎𝙮𝙣𝙤𝙥𝙨𝙞𝙨: 𝙒𝙝𝙚𝙣 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙞𝙧 𝙘𝙝𝙞𝙡𝙙 𝙘𝙧𝙞𝙚𝙨 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙞𝙩'𝙨 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙞𝙧 𝙧𝙚𝙨𝙥𝙤𝙣𝙨𝙞𝙗𝙞𝙡𝙞𝙩𝙮 𝙩𝙤 𝙘𝙤𝙣𝙨𝙤𝙡𝙚 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙢.

𝘾𝙝𝙖𝙧𝙖𝙘𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙨 𝙁𝙚𝙖𝙩𝙪𝙧𝙚𝙙: 𝙈𝙞𝙙𝙤𝙧𝙞𝙢𝙖, 𝘼𝙤𝙢𝙞𝙣𝙚, 𝙆𝙞𝙨𝙚, 𝙆𝙖𝙜𝙖𝙢𝙞, 𝙆𝙪𝙧𝙤𝙠𝙤, 𝙈𝙪𝙧𝙖𝙨𝙖𝙠𝙞𝙗𝙖𝙧𝙖, 𝘼𝙠𝙖𝙨𝙝𝙞

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Shintaro Midorima:

Your daughter’s cries echoed throughout the room causing your eyes fluttered open almost immediately. With a quiet sigh, you pushed the blanket aside, already accustomed to the routine. You’d barely managed to swing your legs over the side of the bed before a familiar voice stopped you.

“Where are you going?”

You looked over your shoulder to see Midorima had already opened his eyes.

His glasses rested on the nightstand beside him, so you were able to properly see the tiredness in his eyes yet he somehow looked just as composed as he did every morning before leaving for the hospital.

"The baby’s crying Shintaro. Go back to sleep.” You whispered to him. He reached for his glasses before placing them on.

“I am aware.” He responded.

“You have work in the morning.”

“So I do.” He said as he sat up.

“And you’ve barely slept.”

“I am also aware of that.”

You smiled faintly.

“Shintaro."

Before you could continue, he was already standing. He straightened the wrinkles from his sleep shirt before making his way toward the nursery.

“Remain here.”

You watched him disappear through the doorway. With a smile, you rolled your eyes. You didn't listen to his previous words and quietly following after him anyway. You chose to lean against the frame and look at how he attempted to console his daughter.

She was crying so loudly you swore she could've woken up the entire city.

Midorima carefully lifted her from the crib, supporting her head with careful hands.

“There now.”

His voice remained soft as ever.

“You were fed forty three minutes ago.”

He glanced toward the changing table.

“Your diaper was changed immediately afterward.”

A brief pause.

“There is no discernible reason for your distress.”

The crying only intensified.

Hus brows furrowed in confusion as he tried to figure out what the problem was.

He adjusted the blanket yet that didn't do anything. He checked that she wasn’t too warm and she seemed to be of the normal temperature. He gently bounced her in his arms, pacing the length of the nursery

Yet nothing seemed to have been wrong.

“Your heart rate appears normal.”

He said through the crying of his daughter

“No signs of discomfort...No fever.”

For the first time in weeks Dr. Midorima Shintaro found himself facing a problem he could not diagnose.

He looked down at the tiny infant bundled in his arms.

“You are quite the difficult patient.”

A small laugh escaped your lips.

His head turned toward the doorway.

“I thought I instructed you to remain in bed.”

“I wanted to see how my favorite doctor was doing.”

“I have encountered…a complication.”

You raised an eyebrow.

“Really now?"

He looked back down at your daughter, who seemed intent on proving every one of his observations incorrect.

“You should try.”

You stepped forward, unable to hide your smile.

“So we’re requesting a consultation?”

“I believe that would be…prudent.”

The moment you gathered your daughter into your arms, the crying began to soften.

Within seconds, the frantic sobs dissolved into quiet hiccups. Then finally the one thing necessary for a peaceful sleep was received. Silence. She nestled comfortably against your chest, letting out one tiny yawn before closing her eyes as though nothing had happened.

The room fell completely still.

You looked over at your husband.

“Looks like she just wanted her mother.”

Midorima remained silent.

His gaze shifted from your daughter to you

then back to your daughter once more.

"Remarkable.”

You couldn’t help but laugh.

“That’s all you’ve got?” You said as you nudged him, gently placing her back in her crib.

“I accounted for every physiological variable.” He adjusted his glasses.

“Yet I failed to consider the simplest possibility.”

“And what’s that?” He looked at you with a soft smile.

“That her preferred remedy was you.”

Midorima reached out, gently brushing a finger against your daughter’s tiny hand.

She instinctively wrapped her fingers around his.

His expression softened.

“Very well.”

He gave a small nod, as though accepting the outcome of an experiment.

“I shall revise my findings.”

The next evening, when the cries began once again, Midorima didn’t bother checking the thermometer first.

Instead, he calmly looked toward you.

“Our patient appears to be requesting her mother.”

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Daiki Aomine:

The cries of your son echoed through the apartment, effectively destroying the peaceful silence of two o'clock in the morning. You let out a groan, burying your face deeper into the pillow.

Besides you, Aomine didn’t even move. The guy was asleep like a log .

“Daiki.."

Nothing.

You nudged him with your foot.

“Daiki!" You exclaimed which earned

a sleepy grunt from him as a response.

You narrowed your eyes before giving him a considerably harder kick.

“Ow! The hell was that for?!” He said leaning up using his hands to support him.

“The baby’s crying.”

Aomine glanced toward the nursery before immediately flopping back onto the mattress.

“He’ll be aight.”

You stared at him in disbelief.

“Daiki get your ass to our baby."

He groaned as he cracked one eye open.

“You carried him for nine months. I think you got this one.”

A dangerous smile spread across your face.

“Oh really?"

You sat up, stretching your leg just enough for him to notice.

“I will literally kick you hard enough to let you experience a fraction of the pain I went through bringing him into this world.”

Aomine blinked.

Then a laugh escaped him.

"Alright alright you win."

He rubbed the back of his neck, grinning.

“Feisty girl.”

Another cry echoed from the nursery.

“Aight, aight. I’m comin’.”

Still half asleep, he shuffled down the hallway, lazily scratching at the back of his head.

The moment he pushed open the nursery door, his son was still crying, tiny fists in the air as tears streamed down his cheeks.

“Yo.”

Aomine carefully scooped him into his arms.

“Cmon little man.”

Almost immediately the crying stopped.

Your son’s watery eyes blinked up at his father before a tiny hand reached up and latched onto the front of Aomine’s shirt.

“Well damn.”

A tiny yawn escaped the baby.

Then came a quiet giggle.

“You serious?” Aomine chuckled under his breath. “Your mom’s been threatenin my life for the past five minutes and all you wanted was me?”

His son answered by grabbing a fistful of his shirt and refusing to let go.

“Guess we’re cool like that, huh?”

Aomine couldn’t help but smile.

“You got good taste."

He gently bounced him against his shoulder, lazily swaying from side to side.

“Lemme tell you somethin little man.”

His voice dropped into an easy murmur.

“Your mom? She’s scary.”

A tiny giggle.

“But she’s also the toughest person you’ll ever meet.”

He smiled to himself.

“So make sure you listen to her.”

Another giggle escaped your son.

“Cause I definitely should.”

After a bit, your son finally couldn't resist sleep anymore and his tiny breaths eventually evened out against Aomine's shoulder.

"Knew you'd wear yourself out with all that yellin."

He stood there for another minute, gently patting the little boy’s back until he was certain he was asleep. Carefully, he laid him back into the crib, tucking the blanket around his tiny body.

“Sleep tight little man.”

The apartment had fallen silent once more.

When he pushed open the bedroom door, he found you curled beneath the blankets, though the way your eyes immediately met his told him you hadn’t waken up again.

“He’s out?”

“Yeah.” He said as he climbed back into bed, the mattress dipping beneath him.

A lazy smile spread across your face as you scooted a little closer, instinctively curling into his side. Without a second thought, Aomine wrapped an arm around your waist, pulling you against his chest.

The room settled into a comfortable silence.

“Thanks,” you murmured.

“Hm?”

“For getting him.”

He shrugged.

“Ain’t nothin"

After a moment, Aomine let out a quiet chuckle.

“Yknow.”

“What?”

“He reminds me of you.”

You tilted your head just enough to look at him.

“How?”

A smug grin slowly tugged at the corner of his lips.

“’Cause neither of you can resist me.”

You stared at him for exactly three seconds before bursting into laughter.

“You’re literally so stupid.”

“What?” he laughed. “I’m serious.”

“You are so full of yourself.”

“Nah.” He tightened his arm around you just a little. “Think about it.”

“Our son stops cryin the second I pick him up.”

He looked down at you with that familiar teasing smirk.

“And you? You keep crawling back into my arms.”

You rolled your eyes, though the smile on your face betrayed you.

“Maybe I should’ve let him keep crying.”

“There she is.” He chuckled, pressing a lazy kiss against your forehead. “There’s my feisty girl.”

You huffed, lightly smacking his chest.

“Go to sleep, Daiki.”

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Ryouta Kise:

For the first time in nearly two weeks…the apartment was quiet. Just the peaceful sound of rain tapping softly against the bedroom window. Kise let out a sigh of content as he tightened his arms around you as you slept peacefully against his chest.

“This is nice,” he mumbled sleepily.

You hummed in agreement, still half asleep.

“I think she’s finally sleeping through the ni-"

As though she hated her fathers optimism

A loud wail erupted from the nursery.

The two of you froze.

Kise slowly closed his eyes.

“I shouldn’t have finished that sentence.”

You couldn’t help but laugh as you began sitting up, only for Kise to gently guide you back down onto the pillow.

“Mm mm.”

“Ryouta…”

“I got it.”

“You sure?”

He smiled, brushing a few strands of hair behind your ear.

“Of course I am.”

You frowned.

“You’ve barely slept either.”

“I know.” He leaned down, pressing a soft kiss against your forehead. “But you’ve been taking care of her all day.”

His smile softened.

“You deserve to rest.”

You looked at him for a moment before finally relaxing back beneath the blankets.

“You’re too good to me.”

“I know.” He said as he gave you a smug smile causing you to roll your eyes.

He laughed quietly before climbing out of bed, stretching his arms above his head.

“Don’t worry.” He flashed you one of those pretty smiles that had made half the world fall in love with him. “Your amazing husband has everything under control.”

You smiled to yourself as he disappeared into the hallway.

“Good luck.”

The nursery door creaked open.

“Heyyy, princess,” Kise whispered, carefully lifting his daughter into his arms. “Daddy’s here.”

Almost instantly, her cries began to settle.

“There we go…” he cooed, gently rocking her. “See? You just wanted your favori-"

He stopped.

His smile faltered.

“Huh.”

His nose twitched. He sniffed once. Then again.

“No way..."

He slowly looked down at his daughter, who blinked up at him with the most innocent expression imaginable.

“Princess…” Another sniff.

"Come on..."

His daughter answered him with nothing more than a gummy smile, the kind that had become Kise’s greatest weakness over the past few months.

He smiled back instinctively.

“Ugh don't look at me like that. Especially after you pooped yourself."

He sighed and smiled at his baby.

“So this is what fatherhood feels like…”

Only minutes ago he’d proudly insisted that you stay in bed, assuring you that he had everything under control.

Now, he was beginning to question every life decision that had led him to this exact moment.

His first instinct was to wake you.

Surely you had handled situations like this far better than he ever could.

The thought barely lasted a second.

He shook his head to himself.

No.

You’d spent the entire day tending to your daughter, barely finding a moment to sit down, let alone rest. The least he could do was keep the promise he’d made only moments earlier.

Besides how difficult could changing one diaper really be?

That confidence vanished the moment he laid her on the changing table.

Kise had watched you do this dozens of times before. It had always looked effortless and easy in your hands but it felt entirely different when he was the one responsible.

He found himself double checking everything, terrified he’d somehow make the diaper worse instead of better. Kise was good at almost everything, yet this challenged him. Because it wasn't as if it were some ball in his hands. Rather it was his precious daughter.

His daughter, meanwhile, seemed thoroughly entertained.

She watched him with wide, curious eyes, occasionally rewarding his concentration with tiny giggles that somehow made the entire ordeal both easier and infinitely more humiliating.

By the time he’d finally managed to clean her up and fasten a fresh diaper around her waist, a triumphant smile spread across his face.

He’d actually done it.

Maybe fatherhood wasn’t as intimidating as he’d imagined.

Carefully lifting her back into his arms, he let out a relieved breath. Thankful it was all over

A familiar warmth of her diaper was felt on his forearm making his smile slowly disappear. He looked down. Then at his daughter then back at back at her diaper which was heavier.

For several long seconds, neither of them moved.

His daughter merely blinked up at him before breaking into another delighted little giggle.

Kise closed his eyes.

“You’re lucky. You are so lucky you have your mommy's pretty face."

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Taiga Kagami:

The soft cries coming from the baby monitor made Kagami awake from his sleep.

He blinked at the ceiling before instinctively turning toward your side of the bed.

Right at the other end you were sound asleep. One arm tucked beneath your pillow, and your breathing was slow and peaceful for what was probably the first time all week. A small smile tugged at the corner of his lips.

"Finally gettin some shut eye."

Carefully, he slipped out from beneath the blankets, making sure not to wake you before quietly padding down the hallway toward the nursery.

The moment he stepped inside, his daughter’s watery eyes landed on him.

She immediately stretched her tiny arms toward the side of the crib, still sniffling between cries.

“Hey kiddo…”

Kagami rubbed the sleep from his eyes as he knelt beside the crib.

“What happened?”

She didn’t answer, of course.

Instead, she continued staring over the edge of the crib, her little lip quivering.

Following her gaze, Kagami looked down.

Her well loved pink bunny laid on the floor just beyond her reach.

“You cryin over your bunny?"

He let out a quiet chuckle.

“Alright alright."

Reaching down, he picked up the stuffed bunny. One of its ears had long since begun to flop from how often it’d been carried around the apartment.

The second it appeared in front of her, your daughter’s face lit up.

She eagerly grabbed it with both hands, hugging it tightly against her tiny chest.

The crying stopped.

“Scarin your old man over a bunny."

Kagami smiled to himself, expecting she’d settle back into bed now that she’d been reunited with her favorite toy.

Instead she looked up at him. Her hero.

Then reached both little arms toward him.

“Huh?”

A tiny, impatient whine answered him.

He laughed under his breath.

"Alright I gotcha."

Scooping her into his arms, he rested her comfortably against his shoulder as she happily cuddled both him and the pink bunny. Kagami looked over toward the bookshelf in the corner of the nursery.

“One story okay?”

His daughter blinked up at him.

“Just one. And you better not judge my reading."

Settling himself into the oversized beanbag beside the bookshelf, he grabbed the nearest picture book and opened it across his lap. “I ain’t too good at all the funny voices.”

Even so he tried.

The wolf ended up sounding exactly like the grandma. The princess somehow had the same voice as the dragon.

And halfway through the story, Kagami couldn’t even remember which character was speaking anymore.

“Man…”

He laughed quietly to himself.

“I’m really terrible at this.”

No one complained.

Your daughter had long since fallen asleep, curled comfortably against his chest with Bunny squeezed tightly between the two of them.

Kagami looked down at her sleeping face.

“Guess you didn’t mind.”

He leaned back into the beanbag, intending to close the book before putting her back into bed.

Instead…

His own eyes slowly drifted shut.

You then sometime later to an unfamiliar silence. Reaching across the bed, you frowned when you found Kagami’s side empty. Quietly making your way toward the nursery, you pushed the door open just enough to peek inside. The sight before you made your heart melt. The book rested open across Kagami’s lap.

His head had fallen back against the beanbag, mouth slightly open, completely asleep. Your daughter was tucked securely against his chest, one tiny hand gripping the front of his T-shirt while the other refused to let go of her beloved pink bunny.

Even asleep One of Kagami’s arms remained wrapped securely around her, holding her close without a second thought.

You smiled to yourself.

“Awee my two babies.”

Neither of them heard you.

They were both far too comfortable to wake.

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Tetsuya Kuroko:

The nursery had finally fallen silent.

Kuroko stood beside the crib for another minute, watching his son’s tiny chest rise and fall beneath the blanket. Satisfied he was asleep, he carefully tucked the blanket a little higher before quietly making his way toward the door.

“Goodnight.”

He reached the hallway.

A soft whimper broke the silence.

Gradually it began getting louder and louder.

Kuroko paused confused as to what could be the problem. He turned around and stepped back into the nursery.

Almost immediately, the crying stopped.

His son blinked up at him, eyes still glossy with tears, before letting out a tiny sigh as though nothing had happened.

Kuroko tilted his head slightly.

“I see.”

He walked back over to the crib, gently brushing a hand over the little boy’s hair.

“You were awake.”

His son smiled.

After another few minutes, Kuroko tried again. He waited until the little boy’s eyes had drifted shut before quietly walking toward the doorway. Not even two steps toward you and Kurokos shared bedroom and the crying returned.

He stopped in his tracks. But this time, instead of walking back immediately, he remained where he was.

Carefully, he leaned just enough to peek around the doorframe.

His son had pushed himself onto his back, tiny eyes fixed entirely on the entrance to the nursery.

Watching and waiting.

The moment Kuroko stepped back into view

the crying ceased.

His son’s tiny shoulders relaxed almost instantly.

“I see the problem now.”

A faint smile appeared on Kuroko’s face.

He walked back over, resting his hands lightly against the crib rail.

“You wanted to make sure I hadn’t left.”

A tiny hand reached toward him.

Without thinking, Kuroko offered a finger.

His son wrapped both hands around it immediately.

The grip was surprisingly firm for someone so small.

“You have quite a strong hold.”

Kuroko smiled. For someone who was always invisible to everyone else. And in a world where people would never notice if he arrived or if he left. His son did. And a part of that made Kurokos heart flutter with happiness. Some time later, you quietly pushed the nursery door open.

“Tetsuya?”

He looked over his shoulder.

“I’m sorry,” he said softly. “Did we wake you?”

You shook your head before walking over beside him.

“I heard him crying.”

You looked into the crib and saw that the little boy was no longer crying.

Instead, he was happily clutching one of Kuroko’s fingers as though letting go simply wasn’t an option.

“How'd you get him to go back to sleep so quick?"

Kuroko glanced back at his son.

"I believe..."

He paused for a brief moment.

“he dislikes it when I leave the room.”

You smiled.

“Really?”

As if determined to prove his father’s theory, the little boy immediately began fussing the moment Kuroko gently slipped his finger away.

Before the first tear could even fall, Kuroko placed his hand back inside the crib.

Instant silence.

The room grew still once again.

You laughed quietly into your sleeve.

“I think someone has a favorite.”

Kuroko looked down at the tiny hand wrapped around his finger.

His expression softened ever so slightly.

“I think we should consider placing the crib into our bedroom."

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Atsushi Murasakibara:

Sometime in the middle of the night, Murasakibara stirred. Not because of the crying. He was a very heavy sleeper so he couldn't really hear anything 9 times out of 10 when he's asleep. He stirred something small had begun persistently poking his cheek. As if it were trying to wake him.

His eyes slowly open to find his son standing beside the bed, tiny tears streaming down his face.

Murasakibara blinked once

“Hm?”

The little boy answered by rubbing his eyes before patting his own stomach with both hands.

Murasakibara stared at him for a few quiet seconds.

“Hungry?”

A tiny nod.

Another tear rolled down his son’s cheek.

“Mm.”

Without another word, Murasakibara pushed himself out of bed, scooping the little boy into one arm.

Your side of the bed remained undisturbed.

He glanced over for only a moment.

You had spent most of the day chasing after your energetic toddler, and the exhaustion was still written across your sleeping face.

“Let Mommy sleep.”

The words came little more than a sleepy murmur.

His son simply rested his head against Murasakibara's shoulder, still clutching the front of his father’s shirt.

The apartment remained quiet as they wandered into the kitchen together.

Moonlight spilled through the windows, illuminating just enough of the room for Murasakibara to move around without turning on the lights.

He knew exactly where everything was.

Opening the refrigerator, he stood there for a moment, thoughtfully examining its contents.

His son watched with equal concentration.

One small finger eventually reached past Murasakibara's shoulder, pointing insistently toward the fruit drawer.

“Good choice.”

Murasakbiara smiled faintly.

It wasn’t long before the two of them were seated on the kitchen floor, sharing a bowl of sliced strawberries and bananas.

Neither spoke much.

There wasn’t any need to.

The only sounds filling the room were tiny content hums from the little boy and the quiet clink of a spoon against the bowl every now and then.

Watching his son happily eat, Murasakbara couldn’t help but notice the resemblance.

The same sleepy expression.

The same oversized appetite.

Even the way his cheeks puffed out with every bite reminded him painfully of himself.

"You’re definitely my kid.”

His son looked up, grinning through a mouthful of strawberries before offering his father the last slice of banana.

Murasakibara accepted it without hesitation.

“You're definitely your mother's kid too..Cuz I'd never share."

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Seijuro Akashi:

The faint sound of the quiet sobbing made you and Akashi wake up simultaneously.

You blinked against the darkness, immediately turning toward the baby monitor on the nightstand.

“Did you hear that?”

Before you could even throw the blankets aside, Akashi was already sitting up turning on the nightlights.

“I did.”

You reached for your robe, but he gently rested a hand over yours.

“I’ll tend to her.”

“Are you sure?”

He nodded once.

“Rest for a moment my love.”

You tried to rest knowing Akashi had everything other control. But your body wouldn't allow you to. You simply just had to know why your baby was sad. By the time you entered the nursery a few minutes later, you found your daughter buried against Akashi’s shoulder, her tiny fingers clutching the fabric of his pajama shirt.

He looked up when you entered.

“I believe she had a nightmare.”

Your heart immediately softened.

“Oh, sweetheart…”

The little girl looked over at you with tear filled eyes before reaching out with her free hand. Without hesitation, you took it.

The moment both of you were beside her, the tension in her shoulders began to ease.

Akashi noticed it immediately.

“I see.” You looked at him.

“What?”

He remained silent for a brief moment before speaking.

“I don’t believe she wishes to sleep alone tonight.”

You smiled.

“I don’t think so either.”

Carefully, he carried her back to your bedroom and you followed behind him with her favorite stuffed bear.

The room remained quiet, the nightlights were dimmed and the atmosphere gave off a safe feeling. Akashi then gently pulled back the blankets and settled her in the very center of the bed.

“There.”

Your daughter looked from him to you. You smiled gently as you stepped forward with her bear. You placed it down right next to her. She immediately grabbed it and embraced it into a cuddle. She looked once more at the both of you and she made certain both of you were beside her and then she finally lie back against the pillow.

You climbed in first, gently stroking her hair.

Akashi slipped beneath the blankets on the opposite side, pulling them carefully over all three of you.

He placed his head on his hand as he watched his daughter with a smile.

“This was quite an efficient solution.”

You laughed quietly.

“That’s one way to put it.”

He met your gaze across the pillow.

“If she can see both of us when she wakes, there will be no reason for her to fear.”

Your daughter yawned, eyelids already growing heavy.

Within minutes, her breathing evened into the peaceful rhythm of sleep.

You looked over the top of her tiny head at your husband.

“I think she’s got us exactly where she wants us.”

Akashi’s eyes lingered on the sleeping little girl nestled safely between the two of you.

“Perhaps my heart.”

He gently brushed his thumb across the back of her tiny hand.

“Though I cannot say I mind.”

For the remainder of the night, neither of you moved.

Every so often your daughter would stir just enough to reassure herself.

Mama was still on one side and Papa was still on the other.

Only then would she smile in her sleep and drift peacefully back into her dreams.

authors note: Y/n = your name// not proof read// GIF not mine // Have fun <3

pairing: GOM + Kagami x fem!reader

summary: Young people really only know leserin in her very practical everyday look. leserin is a high-achiever, and to maintain this status, she has to invest a lot of time. But you can always dress up for a date with your boyfriend or crush, can’t you? Whilst the reader wonders if it might be a bit much, the lads are shocked by the transformation. Enjoy the read!

genre: romance, comedy, fashion

word count: 7k

Tetusya Kuroko

Normally, you didn’t think twice about what you wore—jeans, a simple T-shirt, maybe sneakers. Practical, comfortable, nothing distracting. You had other priorities, and fashion had never really made the list. That’s not to say you weren’t interested in fashion, but there simply wasn’t any time for it in your life.

You checked your reflection for the fifth time: this, the outfit… it was a lot. But today was special. Kuroko had asked you to a little picknick date with him and Nigou in the local park. He knew how much you loved the cherry blossoms.

Through the mirror, you look at your figure and the outfit you and your best friend Millie put together. Millie had insisted that you really go for it. And you did go for it:

A soft of-white summer dress flowed gently around your legs, light and airy, the fabric catching the breeze when you moved. Your sandals with tiny heels—simple, but adorned with tiny bows—clicked quietly against the pavement. Your hair was styled half-up, half-down, framing your face in a way you weren’t used to seeing.

And the makeup…well it was barely there to be honest. But Millie ensisted to give you a fresh little face. Just enough blush, a hint of mascara, and a soft pink gloss that made your lips shine in the sunlight. As Millie put it: It made you look very kissable. She was right, you’ve been with Testuya for a month now, but neither of you had dared to take it further. But you really wanted to.

You picked up your small strawberry-shaped handbag and hesitated.

“…It’s just a picnic,” you whispered to yourself.

But still, it was with him. And you finally wanted to be kissed by him.

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When you arrived at the park, Tetsuya was already there, sitting quietly on the grass beside a neatly prepared picnic blanket. Of course he was. He was such a gentleman and literally a green forest.

You took a breath and stepped closer,“…Tetsu?”

He looked up. And immediately froze in motion. You blinked,“…Um. Hi? Sorry for being late...”

No response from him. His crystal clear blue eyes widened. Just a little bit, but for him, this reaction was huge. His usual calm, unreadable expression slipped, replaced by something unmistakably surprised.

“…Oh,” he said softly. You shifted awkwardly,“Is something wrong?”

He stood up a little too quickly, almost fumbling the movement.

“No,” he said, a bit faster than usual,“Nothing is wrong Y/n.”

A pause. Then, quieter,“You look… very nice.”

Your heart skipped,“Oh—thank you Tetsu.”

He nodded, but his gaze didn’t leave you. “…Very nice actually” he repeated, as if confirming it to himself. You felt heat creep into your cheeks,“You already said that…”

“I did,” he admitted. Another little pause. Then, almost like he couldn’t stop himself: “The dress suits you,” he added,“And your hair. And… your bag.”

You glanced down at the strawberry handbag, suddenly self-conscious. “…This?”

“Yes.”

His voice softened even more,“It’s cute. Like you.”

You froze,“Tetsu—”

He immediately looked away, and for once—actually looked flustered. A faint blush dusted across his cheeks, his usual composure slipping in the most endearing way. “I’m sorry,” he said quickly,“That may have been too direct.”

“No, it’s just—” you tried to gather your thoughts, your face definitely warm now,“You’re just not usually this… talkative.”

“I see,”He hesitated, then looked back at you—still a little pink,“…But I wanted to say it properly.”

That made your chest tighten.

“Because you made an effort,” he continued quietly,“I think it’s important to acknowledge that.”

You smiled, softer now,“You noticed?”

“Yes, of course,”A small pause on his end, then he spoke again,“…It’s hard not to, you look stunning.”

That did not help your heartrate, it felt like it was going to explode.. He glanced away again, clearly trying to regain his usual calm.

“…I’m glad you came,” he said,“I was looking forward to this.”

“I was too,” you admitted, trying not to show how red your face really was. He nodded, then gestured to the blanket,“Please sit.”

You did, smoothing your dress as you settled down. He sat across from you, movements careful, but there was still that lingering softness in his expression. A moment passed. Then he spoke again. “…Your lip gloss,” he said suddenly. You blinked,“What about it?”

“It’s nice,” he said, almost thoughtfully. “It suits you as well.”

You stared at him,“Kuroko.”

“Yes?”

“…Are you going to keep listing things you like about me?”

He paused. Then, very honestly he answered,“…Probably.”

You covered your face with your hands, laughing despite yourself. “I can’t handle that all at once…”

“I understand,” he said calmly. A tiny pause,“…I can slow down.”

You peeked at him—and sure enough, he was still blushing slightly. And somehow, that made everything feel even softer.

NOTE: I deleted a lot of my Haikyuu stuff on here especially the dark dark content -regretting it now-. So to those who are still here from back then and notice, yes there are things missing and I apologize.

Naruto Masterlist

Kinks/What Turns Them On: Kakashi - Minato - Itachi - NSFW

Delicious Madara Smut: Madara Uchiha - NSFW

Lover: Kakashi - NSFW

Enamored: Madara - NSFW

What He Likes: Tobirama - NSFW

Tsukuyomi: Itachi - NSFW

Jealous: Kakashi

Why He’s Special: Madara

Coming Out: Kakashi

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Poly Relationship Headcanons: Hanamaki - Matsukawa - Atsumu - Osamu - Ushijima - Tendou - NSFW - Fluff - I love them all

Cheating Headcanons: Atsumu - Oikawa - Suna - Angst - Cheating - Splash Of NSFW

Non Cheaters Headcanons: Sakusa - Akaashi - NSFW - Yandere - Death

MSBY Team: NSFW

Random Headcanons: Kuroo - Soft - Sweet - Nicknames

Train Sex: Kuro - NSFW - Exhibitionism - Kuroo Fucks You On The Train

Gangbang Headcanons: Sugawara - Asahi - Daichi - NSFW - Gangbang

Betrayal: Yandere Atsumu - Helpless Osamu - Noncon - Gore - Choking - Osamu Tied To Chair

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Just Panties: Generation Of Miracles - Tetsuya - Fluff - Nekkid

Stealing The Blanket: Kise - Miyaji - Kagami - Akashi - Takao - Fluff

Trying To Impregnate You: Aomine - NSFW - Breeding

Lazy Mornings: Murasakibara - Himuro - Fluff - Cuddling

Dancing: Akaashi - Kise - Dancing - Fluff

Birthday Sex: Murasakibara - NSFW - Birthday Sex - Frosting

Pregnancy Sex: Aomine - Masturbation - NSFW - Pregnancy

Wakamatsu Headcanons: Wakamatsu - SFW - NSFW

Dad Headcanons: Hanamiya - Kiyoshi - Furuhashi - Kagami - Aomine - Fluff

Midorima ~

You’re walking with Midorima and Takao at the airport. You stop at the doorway of your gate to say your goodbyes. Before you can say anything Takao runs off to a vending machine saying “I’m starving after carting the both of you here”

You and Midorima just glance at each other watching your friend sprint towards the vending machines. Now that you and Midorima are alone you wanted to ask for a goodbye kiss. You knew Midorima gets shy and flustered easily plus he isn’t the type to like pda but you still asked him for a kiss.

“please shin, you know I’m going on that trip and I won’t get to see you all week, just one kiss before I go” you ask as you look up at him with pleading eyes

he rolls his eyes and pushes his glasses up with his index and middle finger. “No, someone may see us” he says

“please, I’ll buy your lucky items for a month” you try reasoning with him

“fine, just one kiss” he says

“yay” you say immediately wrap your arms around his neck, pulling him in for a kiss. He places his hands on your hips and leans into the kiss.

You both didn’t notice Takao coming around the corner “look at all the snacks I go- HAHHAHAHA” Takao laughs.

Midorima immediately turns to face the opposite direction of you and takao, you notice the red tint on his cheeks and you giggle to yourself. Takao rushes to text the team about what he just witnessed. You roll your eyes in response and you can hear midorima sigh behind you. He takes hold of your hand and you turn to face him.

“Looks like we got caught” you say giggling. He rolls his eyes and says “you owe me” he leans down and kisses your forehead and bids you goodbye and hands you his lucky item to keep you safe on your trip.

Takao

You nervously bounce your leg on the bench as you watch the game. With 1 minute left in the game, Shutoku is tied with Serin. You're cheering for your boyfriend Takao hoping they win.

You've watched Takao practicing with Midorima and the other team members, knowing how much this game and sport means to them you want to support them in any way you can.

You're wore Takao’s extra jersey because according to Midirima wearing your significant others' sports jersey when they play will bring them luck.

You hear the scorekeeper shout “SHUTAKU WINS AT THE LAST SECOND WITH NUMBER 10 & 6 SHOOTING A BUZZER BEATER” you and the coaches jump up happily cheering for your team.

You watch Takao shake hands with Serin before entering the locker rooms with the coaches. You decide to help the manager clean up the bench area while the boys speak with their coach. You stop in your tracks when you hear Takao shouting your name, you turn around to see him running at you with full speed.

You run and meet him half way and he picks you up by your waist. You wrap your arms around his neck “I thought you were going to run me over” you say while laughing. “You know I wouldn’t do that” he says pulling you in for a kiss setting you back down on the ground.

Midorima clears his throat and pushes his glasses up on his face with his index and middle finger. “You forgot your phone” he tells Takao. “Thanks, Shin you were right, having y/n wear my jersey did bring me good luck” Takao responds. Midorima slightly smirks and says “I’m always right” you roll your eyes watching the duo.

Takao takes your hand and follows Midorima to your group’s favorite restaurant. You come here with them every time Shutoku wins a game. On the walk there you turn to Takao “can’t believe he caught us kissing” you say. “At least it was Shin, my other teammates wouldn’t hesitate to take pictures or run and tell everyone they knew” he responds.

Kagami

Serin just won their practice match against keijo. Your boyfriend told you he will be a while having to talk with his couch so you both decided to just meet at your spot once he’s done.

You make your way to the restaurant. Before you open the doors to the restaurant you get a text that kagami is on his way. You decide to wait outside until he arrives so you can go in together. Kagami tells you he called in orders ahead of time so you both don’t have to wait any longer.

You pick a booth at Kagami’s favorite burger place. He comes here to eat after every practice & game. You wait quietly for your boyfriend to return with his usual order of 40+ burgers. He heads over to you with a huge smile on his face.

“We won against keijo” he says. “You’re already taking on the generation of miracles, and we haven’t been here a whole week” you reply

You passes a few burgers over to you. “Here eat these” he says. You give him a puzzled expression “Tai, i possibly can’t eat this many burgers” you reply.

“Save them, we’ll eat them later” he responds. You nod your head in agreement. “Can I get a kiss for winning the game?” Kagami asks. “Fine, but you have to share your fries” you reply. “Deal” he agrees. You both lean into kiss each other. You both stop when you hear the sound of someone drinking from a straw. You look up to see Kuroko sitting across from you both.

“HOW LONG HAVE YOU BEEN THERE.” you and Kagami ask Kuroko. “I’ve been here the whole time, don’t ask me for a kiss cause we won the game” Kuroko replies. “Wasn’t gonna ask you for a kiss” Kagami responds.

You turn and see Kagami’s blushed expression. You laugh to yourself and hand Kuroko one of the burgers that Kagami gave you. “Let’s eat and talk about the game” you say trying to lighten the mood.

Murasakibara

You head to the locker rooms helping your boyfriend gather all his snacks before meeting up with Himuro. You two have only been walking for two minutes and nearly half of his stash of snacks are gone.

You haven’t even left the locker rooms yet, you’re use to his massive appetite but it still shocks you how quickly he can finish a bag of chips.

“Try this y/n chin” he says while handing you a pastry. “What is it?” you ask. “It’s a free pastry that I got from buying so much snacks, it has frosting inside it’s really good” he replies.

You take the pastry and try it. You eye’s immediately light up with how sweet the pastry is. “Wow, it’s really good thanks” you reply.

You notice Murasakibara doesn’t say anything he just stares down at you. You begin to wonder if you got some of the pastry filling on your face. You ask “Did I get some on my fac-“ before you can finish your question your boyfriend is leaning down kissing you and licking the left over frosting from the side of your mouth.

You’re shocked by the sudden action from him but you kiss him back. “You taste sweet, y/n chin” he says. You laugh and reply “so do you” when you turn to open the locker room door you see Himuro standing there.

Murasakibara doesn’t seem to care that Himuro caught you kissing he only cares if Himuro brought his extra snacks or not. Himuro hands him the snacks and walks out the locker room.

“Do you think he will tell anyone he saw us kissing?” You ask. “Don’t know” he replies while opening another bag of chips. He shares the bag of chips. You shake your head slightly finding it hard to believe you found some who loves chips more than you.

Murasakibara walks you home, you both head inside thinking of taking a nap and eating more snacks.

Aomine

You make your way to the rooftop looking for Aomine. Imayoshi sent you looking for him to make him attend practice. You’re the teams assistant manager, Momoi needed all the help she could get with how many boys she has to keep in check mostly Aomine is the one you both have to keep in check.

Since becoming friends with Momoi you didn’t mind helping her. Helping her did include dealing with Aomine. You’ve come to learn that he’s difficult to work with. You finally approach the rooftop ladder and climb your way to the top. You spot Aomine laying down with his hands behind his head and a magazine covering his face.

“Aomine” you say testing to see if he’s awake. He doesn’t respond so you walk over and take the magazine off his face setting it aside. You say his name again while shaking his shoulders. He doesn’t budge. You can tell he’s ignoring you. He’s gotten use to you being sent to make him come to practice, he decided ignoring you was the best option on days he didn’t want to attend games or practices.

You smirk having an idea on how to get Aomine to stop ignoring you. You pick up his magazine that you set aside early and make your way to the edge of the roof. “If you don’t stop ignoring me and go to practice I’ll drop your favorite magazine off the roof” successfully getting his attention he sits up.

“Fine I’ll go, just bring that back over here” he demands. You walk back over satisfied finally knowing how you can make him listen. He grabs the magazine from you and places it bag in his bag. He laughs and says “you’ll have to do more than that to motivate me to practice” he lays back down closing his eyes.

you groan realizing he just played you to get the magazine back. You sit on your knees beside him attempting to shake him again “please go, imayoshi and Satsuki won’t leave me alone if you don’t go” you plea hoping he’ll feel bad and go. He once again doesn’t say anything or budge. Feeling defeated you lay your head on his chest “fine I give up, just tell me what will motivate you to practice, and it better not involve buying you more magazines” you tell him

“I’ll settle for a kiss” he says “fine, wait what?” You ask. “You heard me” he responds. “Why?” You question him. “Do you want me to attend practice or not?” He responds. “Fine just one kiss, if you trick me again I’ll throw you and your magazine off the roof” you reply. He rolls his eyes at your response. He sits up grabbing your chin pulls you in for a kiss.

you lean into the kiss resting your right hands on his thigh. You feel his rough hands start to slide up your shirt. You break the kiss “Aomine” you say in shock. “You should have seen that coming” he laughs at your shocked expression. “It’s not funny” you respond. “Can I kiss you again?” Aomine asks. You nod your head letting him know you’re ok with kissing him again. Truth be told you’ve had a crush on aomine since you and Momoi became friends before you became the assistant manager. You never acted on your crush but you had a feeling Momoi knew you liked him.

you lean in to kiss Aomine again. He slides his hands back into your shirt resting them on your stomach. He stops kissing you looking into your eyes checking to see if you’re ok with his movements. “Can I go further?” He asks. You tell him yes and pull him into another kiss. He slides his hands up the rest of the way to your breasts. He smiles into the kiss. He takes one hand out of your shirt to pull you onto his lap.

“That’s what’s taking you so long to bring Aomine” imayoshi retorts? You break the kiss with aomine embarrassed you hide your face in chest. “I’ll be at practice in five” Aomine says. imayoshi climbs back down the ladder leaving you alone with Aomine.

“We got caught” you shyly say. “I don’t think they care what we do as long as you get me to come to practice” he responds. You slap him on the shoulder for not caring enough about being caught. He laughs & says “call me Daiki from now on”

Can be read standalone, but here is Part I

Genre: Dark Content, Smut

Category: Dom!Murasakibara x GN!Sub!Reader

Warning(s): Analingus/Cunnilingus, Coercion, Dubious Consent(at best), Emotional Manipulation, Free-Use, Mind-Fuck(ed)

Request(s): "Ok hear me out ….. I need a pt 2 please"

A/N: Dark fics are some of my favorites to write, and I hope I encapsulated the fact that Reader has been brainwashed and is very much not in a headspace to consent due to the abuse they've been through pre-Part II, blah blah <3 Comments on dark fics are most appreciated btw :) Also, unsure if I prefer calling him Murasakibara or Atsushi lol

Game after game you attended of your boyfriend, watching him from the front of the crowd, feeling eyes on you as you meticulously kept your gaze on Murasakibara. Every practice building up to this had been filled with anxiety for what he'd do with the free time he had in the moment, but for now, you could sit back and relax.

You had to admit, watching him was pleasant; he'd always be beautiful. Long limbs and hair, with a confident aura, surprisingly quiet on his feet for his substantial size. He was elegance and sadism wrapped into a lover all for you.

Murasakibara had made it clear he didn't want anyone else, causing a sick part of you to rejoice and feel special. He was highly sought after and it was you he chose after all.

Kagami: Hey

Murasakibara: Hi

Aomine: 'Sup

Midorima: I gave you the key for emergencies.