Akashi, Midorima, Kise, Aomine, Nijimura, Himuro, and Imayoshi domestic headcanons with their married!S/O?
He gets super giddy whenever he calls out “Honey, I’m home!” because it’s so cliché and he knows it makes you all blushy and he just loves it
Will attempt to cook for your anniversary, burn down the kitchen, call the chef to fix something up, get an entirely new kitchen, and be “Happy anniversary, sweetheart” as if he didn’t just replace the entire kitchen
Super awkward around kids at first, tries to be cool about it, but he’s actually reading up on a dozen manuals on how to change a single diaper
10/10 will not do any of the cleaning around the house until you nag him or threaten to divorce his ass
Still loves to cuddle with you and have sex on the kitchen table 23434 years into the marriage because “we have to keep the flame alive, baby”
Although he acts all #cool and #composed around the baby and acts as if it came naturally to him (and you believed him for a little while), until you saw him watching tutorials online on how to get babies to like him
CHILL AF HUSBAND, like you’ll tell him to do something around the house, asking for help and he’s like, “oh i did that yesterday, do you need me to do anything else?” aka the true blessing™
Will take you out on date nights at least once a week, be the best kind of gentleman who will treat yo ass right
But tbh he still loves pranking you so you’ll end up sitting on a whoopie cushion one too many times during your marriage
sex sex sex Like Aomine, he’d still be down to try out new things with you, even when you’re feeling a little insecure about being older and such
Always knows when you’re tired, he’s some kind of freaking psychic, and will always bring home your favorite takeout and movies during those days and give you massages and just be the perfect husband
Fights with him aren’t as frequent because he tries to be level-headed about it and he somehow always knows the right things to say
Surprises you with the best things you can imagine aka lots of makeup samples from his shoots, a puppy, a dinner date at the best restaurants, carpet sex, and lots of kisses (always)
He helps you wash the dishes every night and thinks of it as bonding and will always snuggle up to you “why is this so fun to you” “because you’re stuck standing next to me for at least twenty minutes”
“kise we are noT MAKING ANOTHER BABY” “but i want—”
Diapers are the bane of his existence. Literally, who in the world thought it was a good idea to make these? Why couldn’t they just strap on diapers with suspenders
Is actually a really good cook and on the days he’s back early, he’d be more than happy to whip up a good meal
Can’t do laundry for the life of him, too many of your shirts have turned brown from white. “I might’ve spilled coffee beans in there.” “Why did you have coffee beans.” “…………lucky item.”
Honest to God, would marry him again over and over because he’s the sweetest husband who’s always taking care of you; the kind of man who would pop by your workplace to drop off lunch or make sure you were taken care of
Keeps everything in the house so tidy (aside from the box of memories from teikō days); like the ult neat freaK BECAUSE HE WON’T EVEN LET YOU EAT ON THE COUCH
Has your wedding photo as his wallpaper to show off every time he switches on his phone “yes, that’s my wife” with the shyest smiles
Akashi fans..Like when you see the people wearing masks and celebrating his birthday like a satanic ritual... It creeps me out but it... makes me kind of HAPPY because Akashi fans are whole another level.. I mean akashi can be sort of creepy? But there are morecreepier characters than him? Yet why do you think he has such a unique fandom?
True story: My friend’s sister upon finding out we love Akashi was: “you guys are scary, just google ‘akashi fans’ to see what i mean.” So I did and–
And so i thought, well… KNB fans are intense in general–probably… THEN i googled images for kuroko or kagami or other kisedai fans… they’re all normal fanarts… Aomine’s one is even SO CUTE like
Are you an Aomine fan? Like - Yes! ＼(≧▽≦)／ Ignore - No. (*^▽^*)ゞ
I mean what the heck is this Pure thing i’m… I also have no idea why Akashi attracts people like us… and many more like the ones in the pictures above. smh why do we have to be so extra =_=“
MAJOR SPOILERS! If you don’t want to be spoiled about Last Game just don’t read this. Also, for those who are gonna spazz and post about the summary PLEASE DON’T SPOIL FOR OTHERS WHO DON’T WISH TO BE SPOILED. (There are people trust me). If you are gonna post about Last Game please use the hashtag #last game spoilers so people can block it. Thank you.
The show I went to had the liveviewing for the seiyuu greetings as well so I’ll write a bit of that after this.
Ok so you know how you did the prompt of the s/o having boobs too small, could you do one with the s/o having boobs too big (like F cups) GoM, Haizaki, and Nebuya. please?
I love this ask. I actually had a breast reduction myself. I was a 34GG (34DD now). So I know the frustration! Big boobs are a struggle!
Shivering slightly, you rubbed your arms in a poor attempt to
warm up. You had forgotten your jacket at home much to your annoyance and
hadn’t expected the cold weather. But despite your scowl, you watched another
rain drop fall dangerously close to you.
“Here ____-san.” Akashi shrugged off his school blazer,
handing it over to you. You nodded in appreciation, smiling at the warmth that
lingered on it. You pulled the jacket on and giggled at how long the sleeves
were. However, when you went to button it your smile faded quickly. The lapels
refused to meet as your expansive chest fought the fabric for all it was worth.
You grunted in annoyance and felt your face heat up in embarrassment. “____?”
Your eyes shot up to see Akashi eyeing you carefully.
“I…I can’t…..it won’t fit Sei-kun…” You bit your lip in
frustration. A light chuckle brought your gaze back up to him as he strode
“Here, I have a solution my flower.” Taking the jacket off
you he softly draped it over your front, leaving your back exposed. When you
opened your mouth to question what he was doing you were silenced as he sat
behind you, pulling you flush against his warm chest. Gripping the jacket to you
like a blanket, you smiled, feeling his arms tighten against you. His breath
ghosted over your ear, sending a shiver down your spine. “There, all better my
“No.” Your voice was monotone and slightly edged as you
responded for the millionth time. You looked up from your book, eyeing your
persistent boyfriend. His blue mop peeked around the offending item in his
“Why not? I thought you said you wanted matching costumes?”
He frowned in frustration, clearly not understanding what your reservations
toward the outfit were. “I thought you liked the idea of me going in my
Basketball gear…what’s wrong with the cheerleading one for you? I even
behaved myself and got the single piece instead of the skimpy one.” He frowned
more at that part, which brought a small laugh from your lips.
“Daiki…it’s not that I don’t want to be a cheerleader for
Halloween…but that top won’t fit.” You hopped up, motioning to the outfit in
“But I got the skirt size you asked for…” Now he just
seemed confused more so than angry. You know he wouldn’t admit it, but he loved
Halloween and was a bit distressed at the idea of you skipping the school
“I know Daiki…but because it’s a dress, it is the same size
on top and bottom…but I’m not. The ‘twins’ definitely won’t fit in there.”
You giggled as the proverbial light bulb went off.
“Damn. You mean the one time I listen and get the modest
outfit I pick wrong!?” He huffed in annoyance.
“Well, you do have the receipt, still right?” You pull him
into a hug, despite his tense posture, smirking all the while.
“Yeah…might as well get our money back.”
“Well I was thinking about an exchange…you know, for the
two-piece?” You smirked into his chest when you heard a sharp intake of breath,
most likely imaging you in the skirt. “Come on Basketball star, let’s go get
“What about this one ____cchi?” Your boyfriend’s
overly enthusiastic voice rang out for the millionth time. You were currently
shopping for your upcoming vacation and both of you needed bathing suits for
it. Kise being a model made it easy as he usually got discounts with certain
stores and his sense of style was brilliant. It had taken only fifteen minutes
for him to find a suitable pair of swim trunks but finding your suit was
proving to be quite the task.
“N-No…” You mumbled as he held up a suit you were sure was
constructed with floss. Had these designers never heard of support before? You
were certain the cup would barely cover a nipple at this point. Walking around
in glorified pasties wasn’t the most appealing idea.
“___cchi…you have to say yes to trying one on eventually.
You can’t go to the beach in nothing, well you could, but I am sure you don’t
want to.” He gave you a teasing smile, hanging the suit back up. He walked over
to your sulking form, pulling you closer to him in a soft hug. “What’s
bothering you babe? Is it the styles I am picking or something? You know you
can pick it yourself or-”
“No, no, no! Your style is amazing Ryota-kun, it’s just…”
You sighed deeply before looking up at his curious gaze, “I’m not
really…built…for these kinds of swimsuits. My…umm…'girls’ are too big.
They need more support and the last few stores have nothing like that…” You
looked around nervously before you heard him chuckle.
“Well I am not sure ‘too big’ is the phrase I would use
___cchi. I love you…all of you…just the way you are. I got a solution okay,
just one second.” He kissed your forehead before pulling his phone out. With a
few strokes, you heard it ringing. “Ah Hitomi-cchi! Quick question. What store
has stylish women’s swimsuits that provide more support up top?” You blushed
brightly and hugged him while he smiled cheerfully, listening to the woman on
the other end of the phone. “Perfect. You’re a life saver! Thanks! You
too…bye!” His phone clicked off before he pulled you back to look up at him.
“Let’s go ____cchi! I found the holy grail of swimwear!” Giving your hand a tug
he led you deeper into the mall. A small smile played on your lips that he
would go to such lengths for you.
It had been a quiet
day at the Kuroko household, lounging on the couch together while you browsed
your phone and Tetsu read a new novel he recently bought. His arm draped over
your shoulders and his fingers lightly grazed your arm in comfort. Even Nigou was
passed out in a patch of sunlight at the other end of the sofa. After a while
however, your shoulders started to feel the burden of not only Tetsu’s arm, but
your rather generous sized chest. You didn’t want to shrug Kuroko off, you
adored cuddling with him, but a sharp pinch started to pester you between your
shoulder blades. Tetsu noticed your poor attempt at hiding the pain and sat his
book down in his lap; eyes watching your discomfort as you tried to discreetly
crack your back by arching.
“___-chan, are you
okay?” His eyes searched your own, making sure you wouldn’t play off any pain
you were experiencing.
“Mm, my shoulders are
sore. It…it happens a lot.” You try to smile, but a pained frown comes forth as
your shoulders tighten, unwilling to give you the satisfying ‘pop’ you need.
“Why, have you been over-exerting yourself?” His concern melted your
heart and you couldn’t help but smile at how genuine he was.
“No Tetsu-kun, I just…I am a bit ‘top heavy’.” You nodded down toward
your chest and his eyes widened a bit as though the proverbial light bulb went
off. “Sometimes the weight makes my back hurt.”
“Turn around ____-chan.” Despite the rather odd command, you couldn’t say
no to the little smile that he gave. As soon as you turn away, nimble fingers
start to work on the many knots that caused you such pain.
“T-Tetsu-kun. You don’t have to massage me if it’s too much trouble.” Your
cheeks heat up as an involuntary moan escapes you.
“While your body is perfect, I refuse to see my love in pain. Ask
anytime, and I will make the pain disappear.” His breath ghosts past your ear
and all you can manage is a weak nod before losing yourself in the rare moment
of pain relief.
“___, where is your lucky item I gave you?” Midorima pushed
his glasses up as he questioned you, shouldering his backpack as well.
“The necklace is right here Shin-kun.” You pulled it out of
your pocket, showing the delicate chain and pendant.
“Yes, but why are you not wearing it?” You groaned a bit at
his question and battled answering him internally. Finally deciding to appease
him you went to put the necklace on. However just like you knew it would the
pendant became lost in a sea of cleavage. Clicking your tongue in annoyance you
glared down at the mounds that seemed to consume all.
“This is why I don’t wear it.” You looked up at your blushing
boyfriend who seemed to be looking everywhere but you, though the bobbing of
his Adam’s Apple didn’t go unnoticed.
“H-Here, nanodayo.” Without another word, he turned you
around and pushed your hair aside, giving him access to the chain. You felt him
pull it up from its current boob prison, getting the pendant to rest
comfortably at collarbone length. The small but familiar sound of medical tape
was heard and his dexterous fingers carefully taped the chain together, holding
it temporarily in its new position. “This will work for now, but I will get you
a shorter chain.”
“Thank you Shin-kun. But isn’t this only my lucky item for
today?” You brushed your fingers along the pendant, enjoying the rare feeling
of wearing a necklace.
“Y-yes…but I like when you wear it.” You shook your head a
bit, not wanting to press him too much further as his face already resembled a
tomato. You supposed you also enjoyed wearing the pendant he had gotten you.
The wind whipped through your hair and the sun kissed your
skin as you surveyed the beach for a potential spot to plop down. You looked up
at your giant boyfriend, who drew attention simply from his size. Shaking your
head, you grabbed his hand and headed down to lay down your towel.
“Eh, ____-chin, it’s too hot. My treats are melting.” Looking
up from fixing your towel, you noticed his hands covered in sugar and syrup.
Violet eyes looked sullen, casting down at the sand as if the Gods themselves
have wronged him in some way.
“Aww, I’m sorry Atsu-kun! Go clean up and I’ll run and get us
some chips. Those can survive the heat.” You gave him a reassuring smile and
the giant nodded before lumbering off to clean his hands. Figuring no one would
bother stealing two old towels, you walked to one of the small convenience stands
that lined the beach resort. Making your way down the aisles you piled your
arms high with heat resistant treats.
“Hello, is that all today?” The clerk was friendly and helped
you bag everything. However, as you turned, your well-endowed chest knocked
over a few products on the counter. Face flushing red you went to fix
everything but froze when you heard a few sharp snickers from behind.
“Maybe you shouldn’t have told the doctor to give you such
large implants.” A snobby girl jokes, earning another harsh snort from her
friend. Your body felt warm from the rising embarrassment and words failed to
come forth in your own defense.
“Leave _____-chin alone or I will crush you.” The familiar
drawl of your boyfriend earned everyone’s attention. His height towered over
everyone, but the aura he gave off felt like a tidal wave of ice cold anger.
Without another word, you ran to grab his hand, smiling at how it enclosed
around your own. “Come on ____-chin. Let’s go enjoy the beach. Did you get my
favorite chips?” You couldn’t help it, you just started laughing.
“Yes Atsu-kun, I got your chips. Let’s go big hero.” You
patted his lower back, which was the easiest to reach, and headed back to your
spot. You doubt Murasakibara knew why the girls were laughing at you, but that
was his charm. He didn’t care why. As long as people treated you nicely, he was
happy. Simple as that.
It had been a few
hours and you could already feel your feet slowly dying in the heels you had
chosen to wear. Yet, what hurt even more than your death trap shoes, was the
horrible pain your bra was causing. Every movement almost brought up a hiss to
your lips as the underwire bit into your skin and the weight of your
well-endowed chest pressed down on the raw skin more than necessary.
“Babe, what are you
doing over here in the corner? Come party!” Shogo smirked with a drink in his
hand while the music blared around you both, blocking out the murmur of the
“But I’m sore, how
much longer do we have to stay?” You pouted, knowing he wanted to party a bit
longer most likely.
“Seriously? We haven’t
even been here that long…” He pulled you in close as the next song started,
causing you both to dance sensually with each other. His arm draped around you,
hand pressing unknowingly against your sore skin. This time a hiss managed to
bubble up, catching Haizaki off guard. His usual scowl was replaced with the
smallest hint of worry, though part of you thought it was your imagination.
this stupid bra. It’s the only strapless one I could find in my size on short
notice but it pinches so bad. Maybe I should have gone commando…” You looked down
in annoyance, wishing the stupid bra would stop ruining your night. However,
sneaky fingers found their way to the back of your dress, skillfully unlocking
your bra through the dress. In one fluid movement, you felt two conflicting
emotions. On one hand, you were terrified someone would see your large breasts
pressing dangerously against your small dress, but on the other hand you felt
instant relief from the pain. The strapless monstrosity slowly fell to floor,
only to be lost in the crowd much to your horror. He leaned forward, his breath
skimming your ear in hot pants.
“Guess we have to
take the party home. Never liked you hiding these gems anyways.”
The gym was quiet,
only yourself and Nebuya finishing up your respective workouts That often
consumed your free time. For the final part, you both met on one of the large
floor mats so you could get in some stretching and ab workouts to polish your
“Alright, time for
push-ups. Want to do them with me?” He looked over at you with a cheeky smile,
as you finished your last stretch. You knew that look…it was a challenge. The
two of you were very fit and found the gym to be the perfect arena for your flirtatious
and competitive natures. Without thinking it through you gave a small smile of
your own and joined him on the floor.
“You’re on muscles!”
You laughed while taking the correct stance for a standard push up. You waited
for the ‘go’ and the second he voiced it, you kept in time with his counting.
However, you noticed a problem…for every push-up you found that you couldn’t go
all the way down. Your over-sized chest prevented you from doing the push-up
correctly, even with your absurdly expensive sports bra.
“Oi, go parallel to
the floor, no cheating Missy!” Nebuya’s laugh boomed next to you. Your cheeks
became flush at his teasing but you shot him an irritated pout.
“But I can’t…” Your
whine came out more childish than intended and your arms pushed you up fully as
he wandered over to you.
“Yeah you can babe,
this is nothing compared to what you have been benching lately.” His grin made
you realize that he didn’t quite understand your problem. With a small huff,
you drew his attention back to yourself.
Without another word, you went down for a push-up and as usual, your chest hit
the floor, long before you could lower to the correct position. A second passed
before a booming laugh made your red cheeks flare even more.
“Well, I guess
push-ups aren’t for you babe.” He leaned down and grabbed you around the waist,
hoisting you up into a firm hug against his rumbling chest. “We will stick to
the bench press from now on babe. Promise.” His giant grin made your heart
flutter as you realized he didn’t care whether or not you were limited to
certain workouts because of your large ‘girls’. As long as you hit the gym
together, he would be all smiles.
On one hand, Furihata
knows he doesn’t have any reasons to feel insecure. Even though they have a
long distance relationship, he talks to Akashi and texts and emails him almost
every day, and no one could be more attentive or loving than Akashi. Akashi also
makes regular trips to Tokyo when he can, explaining that it is much more
logical for him to make the trip because he has better access to travel.
(Akashi has never flat out said, “Because I’m richer than you and also I have
private jets and chauffeurs,” but it is sometimes heavily implied).
But Furihata feels
it’s important that sometimes he is the one who makes the journey to Kyoto, and
he’d feel better about the whole thing if he didn’t get the impression that
Akashi didn’t quite like it when he was here.
And now, a few of
Akashi’s classmates have spotted him, and they’re talking to him, and Furihata
wouldn’t say he was jealous, exactly, but these girls are all incredibly
pretty and also wearing very fancy clothes with designer handbags and he can’t
but follow a certain train of thought along the lines of, “These girls are all
way out of my league, which is fine because I have a boyfriend, except these
girls all clearly like my boyfriend, and holy crap that probably means my
boyfriend is leagues out of my league.”
Trying to convince
himself that Akashi can’t be out of his league if they are actually dating
doesn’t seem to be working, and he seems to be running in so many circles in
his mind that he’s dizzy and distracted.
So he doesn’t notice
when he accidentally wanders into traffic until the car almost hits him.
The honking gives him
enough time to jump out of the way. He falls on his butt and scrapes his palms
and he thinks, “Holy crap I could have died.” He has just enough time to wonder
how many near-death experiences one person is reasonably allowed to have during
high school before they’re officially deemed too stupid to live before Akashi
is there, in front of him, touching him everywhere.
are you alright?”
“I’m fine, really,”
Furihata says, laughing slightly. “Gosh, that was dumb.”
bleeding,” one of the girls’ says sympathetically. “Here, I have a handkerchief—”
Seijuurou snarls, glowing bright red. “All of you, get out of here.”
The girls abruptly
turn around and leave, in a vaguely zombified manner.
says, slightly taken aback. Akashi—both versions of Akashi—is usually very
careful about when he uses Absolute Order.
“Are you sure you are
unharmed?” Seijuurou asks.
“Yes, it was just a
scrape,” Furihata says, showing him his hands. His palms are bleeding,
but the wound is shallow, it’s not anything worse than what he could have
received during basketball practice.
Seijuurou cradles his
hands carefully in his, rubbing his thumb along the uninjured side. “We are
going home,” he announces.
“What? We still have a
“We are going back to
Tokyo,” he says more firmly, glowing red again for a brief second. And Furihata
falls silent, because if Akashi is trying to Order him he must be very
rattled. So he lets Akashi wrap an arm around his waist and walks silently
alongside him, very confused, and very concerned.
It is only Seijuurou’s
complete control over his own body that keeps him from shaking. He is furious
with himself and how unforgivably stupid he has been. He has been sloppy
and he didn’t think things through, and after all of training from Teiko and
Akashi Masaomi he should have known better.
He has come, for
better or worse, to depend on the Emperor Eye to warn him of danger. Gold had
whole premonitions—he could see a whole mission before it happened and warn of
every potential hazard. Seijuurou had only experienced that sense of clarity
once, when he knew for certain what would happen to Teiko if they all ran away.
But he does see
danger. His foresight has always let him know when a threat to himself or his
Generation was imminent. It had let him down only once and he hadn’t thought
about it (he hadn’t thought about it! Foolish and lazy and
stupid!). When he had been abducted he hadn’t seen it coming and at the time
he’d assumed that was because of something Teiko had done as a precaution—like the
collars they created that inhibited his abilities.
He is not sure he can
ever forgive himself for not making the connection sooner.
Furihata is immune to
his abilities. A trait that Akashi has been very thankful about because it
means he can never accidentally Order Furihata to do something against his
It never occurred to
him that it also meant he will never know if Furihata is in danger.
A/N: OK! So! When I had
this sudden epiphany how I wanted to combine both of these prompts together
(plus some bonus jealous Furihata for the one anon-friend who asked recently) I
was super excited about this but then also realized it was probably better if
it appeared in the long story I have planned but I’d already written more than
half of it and I’m still super excited about it so I’m posting it anyway! But
it might also appear again in that longer story I have planned. Sooo, call it a
snippet into that story that isn’t written yet. Thank you so much,
Can I have a female reader x teppei scenario? Like they've had a very long day and they're just relaxing in bath together. Lots of kisses and cuddles please!!!
of course! soft teppei is what i live for
Kiyoshi crouched down and dipped his hand in the water, feeling the warmth kiss his skin before he nodded approvingly. “Okay, water’s ready.”
“Turn around.” You ushered him towards the door, facing him to the outside.
He only chuckled, holdings his hands up in surrender and turned away from you. You slipped off your bathrobe, leaning down towards the bathtub to run your fingertips over the warm surface of the water. However, you were jerked upright when you felt a cool body press up against your back.
“T-Teppei!” You chided, wrapping your arms around yourself as heat flamed your cheeks a deep shade of pink. The sort of color Kiyoshi loved to see on your face. “I told you not to look.”
Smiling, he pressed a kiss to the back of your shoulder as one arm wrapped around your waist. “I couldn’t resist.”
Despite the many times he’s seen you naked, he’s never once been left unimpressed by your beauty. You always took his breath away with your soft skin and the curves that adorned your body. Yet, every single time, you would shy away from him, choosing to switch off the lights before you slipped underneath the covers next to him or to hurry around in the morning in his oversized t-shirt just so he wouldn’t see you exposed in the sunlight.
Kiyoshi slipped into the water first, settling back against the wall and gesturing for you to come in. With your arms still around you protectively, you stepped one foot in then two before sitting yourself down and leaning back against him. He pressed soft kisses onto the back of your neck, humming contently with the position. “How was your day, sweetheart?”
I have a doubt. Akashi cutting his hair with his lieft hand up on his entrance.. Could it imply akashi is left handed...WOWOWOW. May be he is ambidextrous? Do you see that as a possiblity.? He does handle the ball with left hand sometimes..?
I definitely think he is ambidextrous!! So happy someone also feels this! I mean how else would he be able to cut that bangs that perfectly… Akashi plays many instruments like piano and violin, so it’s very likely both his hands are skilful.
He absolutely play basketball with both hands -my knowledge about this sport is limited but I suppose most players do this?
But from many official art (even drawn by Fujimaki himself), Akashi’s chopstick-wielding hand is the right one:
somehow this becomes a post of Akashi eating with his friends ♡⊂( ´ ▽ ` )⊃