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Obsessed with the idea of Ushijima falling in love with a south Asian girlie but knowing that nothing will happen because his family is super traditional and wants him to have a Japanese partner.

Idk why I love torturing myself.

TUM HE HO ENJOYERS RISE UP 🗣️🗣️🗣️

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i love you

Love you too pookie 🤭

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Y’all bffr rn. If I set up that tumblr + thing would y’all subscribe 😔 it’s either written porn or IRL porn for me now I’m that down bad

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I’m gonna write knb smut on my writing sideblog and I need ideas (also do you want me to tag you)

Ofc I do!!!!!!

Ahhhhhh personal trainer aomine who starts to like you and finds out your boyfriend is a dick and then shows you his 😈

Situationship Kise who gets mad when he sees you talking to Aomine

Aomine telling Taiga girls like it when guys are aggressive and him trying to do something more rough not the usual vanilla stuff

Haizaki (Ofc he’s in here) who’s your rebound after a bad breakup

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straight up y’all I’m deleting some old fics cuz they’re cringe. Probs gonna redo some cuz I like them lol

Also I’ve decided to make this account the twitter/threads I’m too scared to have tehe

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Haizaki should fold me in half but like fold my legs up :33

The sharp sound of skin slapping skin echoed in the empty bathroom. You buried your head crook of Haizakis neck to muffle your moans, your arms tightening around Haizakis neck as your hands grip onto his hair (locks?). The mucles in your inner thighs burn, but the feeling of Haizaki plowing inside you override your senses. You could feel the cold wall against your back, the feeling of your shirt lifiting up with each thrust. Haizakis nails dug into the soft skin of your ass.

Haizaki was unpredictable. Most people feared his mood swings, his sudden outburts of violence - but the thing that concerned you the most was his labido. You didn't know if he would pull you aside to talk to you or to fuck you. Public sex was a particular favourite of his - and you has a suspecion that the illegal aspect of was what got him off the most, but he swore up and down that he couldn't help himself when you looked so good.

You found yoursef in the furtherest stall in the mens bathroom, pressed agaisnt the wall as you he hungerly kissed you. You fumbled with his belt, trying to take it off as you reciprocated his hungry kiss. He pulled your pants down effortlessly, pulling down your panties wirh ease. In seconds you found yourself turned aorund, your ass exposed to him. You heard him spit before feeling the tip of his dick at your entrance. He pushed it in with the groan, pressing his body weight against you. His arm warpped around you and grabbed your wasit, pullling you closer. Too lost in the moment, you failed to pick up on his groaning.

"Fuck.." he said as he pressed againt you more, lining you up with the wall. "I need to feel you,"

In a heart beat he pulled out, much to your confusion. You turned around to see if he was okay - wondeirng if he was finished so quick. You turned your head around, only to be met by a kiss. He kissed you eagerly, biting your lip, his tongue darting inside yours. You turned around and wrapped your arms around his neck, deepening the kiss. You felt him begin to kneel down, kissing down your clothed troso until he reached your cunt. He licked your clit, your hands going down and grabbing his head as a reaction. Your bit your lip, trying to keep the noises to a minimum when you felt him tongue begin to toy with your clit, swriling and flicking it as his hands went down your legs and began to lift up your leg, taking yout foot out of your pants and panties. You felt the restriction become undone and lifted your leg slightly. You let out a groan when you felt the warmst of his tongue leave your clit, looking down at him. You felt his arms snake behind your thighs, his hands firmly grabbing your ass and before you could react your felt yourself getting hoisted up. You let out a little yelp at the sudden feeling, only to be silenced by Haizaki kissing you.

You felt him line himself up, before his hips thrusted up. He pressed you agasint the wall, putting his weight on your chest as he burined his head in your neck. You wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling him closer to you. The jangle of your belt moving as he dangled from your jeans off one of your legs filled the bathroom along with both of yours heavy breathing. He bit down on your shoulder, fucking you like a man starved. The angle made the tip of his dick hit yoru cervix, the somewhat uncomfortable feeling being dronwed out by the his dick rubbing against your g-spot the feeling of his exposed skin rubbing agasint your clit. Your hands gripped his hair, your eyes screwed shut. You pressed your lips together, trying to muffle your cries.

"Im gonna- fuck im coming-"

He pulled out, groaning as cum oozed out of his dick and onto your pussy, and his torso. The cum dripped down his lenght and onto the floor.

"You-" you said inbetween huffs, trying to catch your breath. "I didn't cum," i chuckled.

"my bad," he panted back. "It felt so good i couldn't control it-"

"Round two?"

"Do you see how hard i came? Give me an hour," he said as he placed you back down. Your legs barely had any life in them as you felt your body weight shift onto him.

Haizaki reached over for the toilet paper dispenser, pulling out a hand full before cleaning his cum off you then him. Throwing the toilet paper in the toilet, he truned back to you. He eyed you down before smirking.

"C'mere princess," he said as he grabbed your waist and pulled you close. "Cum on my fingers,"

You let out a hitched breath when you felt his fingers go into you.

#ferg0s #knb imagines #kuroko no basket #kuroko no basquet #kurokos basketball #knb x reader #knb smut #knb haizaki #haizaki x reader #haizaki shougo

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I have several innapropriate things to say about Haizaki 🎤🎤🎤

Ong bro the death grip his man has on me is actually concerning.

But do tell 👀

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The plot - I walked into the gym saw him checking on papers asked what his ass was doing and he told me he was checking the potential opponents, I peeked over his shoulder and saw him using red crayon

w Imayoshi pens and pencils suck

💀

I LOVE THISSSS

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ur backkkkk

I feel like a semi absent father. I’m never there but the fridge stay stocked W milk 😤

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His dumbass is using a red crayon.. why does that feel canon 😭😭😭

I need to know the plot that led to the red crayon 💀 but like that’s such a power move can’t even lie

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“Not too hard.”

You let out a gasp as your eyes shot open. Your hands gripping onto anything they could find - it being the red hair of the person beneath you. You couldn’t help but tense your muscles as you felt his tongue glaze over your clit.

When you helped out Kagami and he said he wanted something in return you were mentally prepared to be bent over and fucked into oblivion. But instead you were standing, legs open, heaving and clutching his hair as his Tongue slowly played with your clit. You could feel the mixture of spit and your slick going down your leg, while the other one helped keep you exposed as you had your foot on the bench next to you.

His arms held you open, lacing in between your thighs and his hands resting on your hips, him pulling you closer every time you tried to jerk away. The sloppy sounds of him sucking on your clit echoed through the empty locker room- followed by quiet pleas to be gentle, or little Mewls.

Your eyes were screwed shut, too absorbed in the pleasure to have the energy to stay open. Sweat began to bead up near your temples as you felt yourself get closer and closer to your climax. Kagami, too absorbed in his actions, didn’t hear your quiet plea to slow down.

“Taiga- taiga I’m gonna-“

Your let a chocked groan as you felt yourself cumming, your legs giving tensing up and hips bucking into kagamis face as you rode out your orgasm on his tongue. You felt your legs lose any bit of life you had in them- but you stayed propped up. When you looked down and saw kagamis flexed biceps you realize he was holding you up. When you felt his tongue begin to circle your swollen clit you realized he had to intention of stopping anytime soon.

#ferg0s #knb imagines #kuroko no basket #kuroko no basquet #kurokos basketball #knb x reader #knb smut #kagami smut #kagami taiga

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ᴛʜᴇ ᴀʀʀᴀɴɢᴇᴍᴇɴᴛ

ᴄᴏɴᴛᴇɴᴛ + ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢꜱ:ᴀɢᴇᴅ ᴜᴘ, ꜱᴇxᴜᴀʟ ꜱᴛᴜꜰꜰ.

ᴄʜᴀʀᴀᴄᴛᴇʀꜱ: ᴍɪᴅᴏʀɪᴍᴀ ꜱʜɪɴᴛᴀʀᴏ, ᴀᴏᴍɪɴᴇ ᴅᴀɪᴋɪ, (ᴍᴏʀᴇ ᴛᴏ ᴄᴏᴍᴇ ʟᴏʟ)

ꜱᴜᴍᴍᴀʀʏ: ꜱʜɪɴᴛᴀʀᴏ ᴀɴᴅ ʏᴏᴜ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ʜᴀᴅ ᴀ ᴠᴇʀʏ ʀᴏᴄᴋʏ ᴍᴀʀʀɪᴀɢᴇ, ʙᴜᴛ ᴊᴜꜱᴛ ᴡʜᴇɴ ᴛʜɪɴɢꜱ ꜱᴇᴇᴍ ᴛᴏ ʙᴇ ɢᴇᴛᴛɪɴɢ ʙᴀᴄᴋ ᴏɴ ᴛʀᴀᴄᴋ, ʜᴇ ᴘʀᴏᴘᴏꜱᴇꜱ ᴀɴ ᴀʀʀᴀɴɢᴇᴍᴇɴᴛ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴄᴏᴜʟᴅ ᴍᴀᴋᴇ ᴏʀ ʙʀᴇᴀᴋ ʏᴏᴜʀ ʟɪꜰᴇ.

ᴘᴀʀᴛ ᴏɴᴇ | ᴘᴀʀᴛ ᴛʜʀᴇᴇ | ᴘᴀʀᴛ ꜰᴏᴜʀ

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Thud... thud.. thud. 

You could hear the melodic thumping of Aomines heart as your head lay on his chest. Though he wouldn't admit it, you knew that he was terrified. Being in the friend's bed, drinking his expensive wine and not to mention with his wife. You could hear his heart rate speed up at the slightest sound. The branches from a tree hitting your window, the slighestcreek from the bed. You knew why, though. Midorima could come back any minute. Could. You knew he was spending the night with Mei. You'd get a text from him after his work events, the ones you sat out - 'done'- and you'd faintly hear the front door open through your closed bedroom door - always 30 minutes after he initially texted, even though the drive from your house to his work is 15 minutes - and Midorima would walk in with takeout - from the specific place you loved located in the shady part of town, the one that you would come across if you took the backroads home - and you'd both eat it together as Midorima recapped the night for you. The drive from his work, to the restaurant, to back home was 30 minutes. On the dot. Every time, like clockwork. So much so that you stopped counting down the minutes until he arrived home because you knew he would. 

You couldn't help but stare at your phone. It lay facing up, the screen as black as the dark hours of the night, alone on the side table next to Aomine. Some of you wished to see the screen light up; you knew you could make out Midorimas name even from the distance you were at. You longed for that adrenaline surge from kicking Aomine out, cleaning up the mess from the scattered clothes and ruffled sheets. Rushing him out of the house - through the backdoor or window? You could care less - and waiting for Midorima to come up to the room and see him go about his night without suspecting anything. Because despite the anxiety, stress and general panic of having to clean up after your little hookup - at least Midorima would be home. He would first walk in the door quietly to not wake you up, and when he would realize you were awake, he would flash you a smile and plop down next to you. He wouldn't care about the ironing of his suit, how the material lost its softness against the sheets' fabric. He would lay next to you, head on your lap and feel the stress leave his body as your fingers massaged his scalp. 

Your phone screen remained black. Untouched. The chances were close to zero but never zero. And the longer it stayed black, the closer the chances got to zero - but still, it never approached it. 

You wondered if he thought the same. Would he look at Mei and feel about you? Would he secretly criticize Mei for not doing things like you did - like how you couldn't help but frown when aomine didn't adjust the pillow under your neck to support your head because Midorima always did that - a part of you hoped that he did. A part of you hoped that he didn't. It was conflicting. Wanting to be remembered but forgotten. You wanted him to not forget you, to remember your history together, to remember how good you were to him. But the thought of him thinking about your well-being while fucking another girl made you sick. He didn't care about you or your marriage - why would he care about you while his arms were tangled around another woman? 

"You hungry?" 

Your head turned up to see Aomine. "Hmm?" 

You knew deep down at Aomine regretted coming here. His silence after the fact would be the biggest reason. The Aomine you knew would be chatting up a storm, cracking jokes about vulgar topics you could only imagine. You knew the disinterest in your eyes indicated that you were just as pleased to have him at the moment as he was to be there. You felt him sit up, the sheets ruffling at his movement. You sat up, the comforter falling off you and exposing your chest. You looked down and saw a singular hickey. Small. Midorima gave you bigger ones. But Midorima was your husband, not some booty call. Seeing it made you sick as if bringing you back to Earth with the gravity of your actions. "No." You answered blatantly. 

All you could do as Aomine got up and left the room was criticize. Midorima would have never taken no for an answer; he would have brought you an extra serving along with himself. Midorima would have given you a glass of water already. Midorima would have-

"Hey, let's go outside." 

You turned your head to the doorway and looked at Aomine. His boxers hanging loosely around his waist. You could tell by his -now - casual nature that even he knew Midorima wouldn't return tonight. 

He flashed a smile at you. "You look like someone ran over your dog," he joked. "Let's get some fresh air,"

Aomines words caught you by surprise.

Despite everything Midorima did after you two finished; getting water, food, fresh clothes - he never cared to see how you felt. How much of a frown you had on your face when he would bring you food after you explicitly told him you weren't hungry. Or how the water would always be room temperature when you told him you liked cold water. How the clothes he would get you weren't comfortable at all. 

You liked the thought of Midorima. The idea of him. The idea of a perfect husband who cared. The heartache of losing him covered the heartaches of having him around. Of how you would eat cold takeout at night, even though you told him it would be better for you to come with him to get it another time so the food would be warm because the restaurant was on the way back from work and it was a quick and easy apology for coming home late. You didn't have the heart to tell him that he got your order wrong each time - but as you looked back at it, you realized he never asked you. He picked the most popular item on the menu. It was sheer coincidence that you just so happened to like that item. But then again, if it was the popular item, who doesn't?

You took a deep breath and smiled for the first time that night. 

"I would love to."

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mb for disappearing yall. lifes been crazy lol

sjould i just post this to ao3?

#ferg0s #knb imagines #kuroko no basket #kuroko no basquet #kurokos basketball #knb x reader #aomine daiki #aomine x reader #aomine x y/n #midorima shintaro x reader #midorima imagine #midorima x reader #midorima smut #knb midorima #kuroko no basuke #knb #knb smut #the arrangement

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Y’all I’m so sorry but I can’t hide this any longer…

I fucking hate Kenma. On G-O-D I wanna hear him say a joke and not react until he repeats himself so I can go “we heard you the first time,”.

#haikyuu!!

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When I’m talking to a Murasakibara ai and he does this:

SIR.

S I R.

ong my biggest fear is trying to get to heaven but then god pulls up screenshots of my character Ai convos.

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“the king and the princess,” baro shoei x reader

| baro is bbygrl, argue w a wall |

I don’t edit my stuff my bad for any spelling mistakes

When Ego introduced you, Baro thought it was some elaborate prank. A messed up joke. He was promised the one of the star goalies in this generation, but instead he was met face to face with a kid.

She wasn’t a kid. His age probably. But the accessories, the makeup, the clothes. She looked like a reject Barbie. The pink in her clothes made his eyes hurt, and the sparky makeup made his stomach turn. He couldn’t comprehend how someone could leave the house looking like that, and why no one else seemed to be bothered by it.

As Ego went on, listing achievement after achievement, the girl looked at everyone with a smile, the apples of her cheeks glowing.

Baro was disgusted. All is life he’s trained, kept a strict diet and workout regime, only to be presented a failed art project and he told its better than him. Pathetic. “It is woman’s league,” he thought to himself.

He refused to go near her, feeling some sort of sinking gut feeling whenever he saw her - he assumed it was his natural instincts telling him to stay away, like a animal spotting a poisoning dart frog, the vibrant colours warning it - trying his best to not comprehend the fact that maybe he was jealous. Jealous that someone can put so little effort into something and still come out on top. The world is a cruel unfair place, he thought she watched her walk into the cafeteria.

But despite avoiding her like the plague, he began to notice small details about her. How she looked disgusted eating the food every day. Looking over it seemed to be a very well balanced diet, albeit a little lacking in the flavour department, but something an athlete would definitely benefit from. How she’d always show up on the field with a face full of makeup, never managing to sweat it off - he was convinced she had it permanently put on her face at some point - and how even when everyone was relaxed, slacking and slouching, she always came dressed. Primed and polished. A part of him respected her commitment, her effort to stay clean, but a part found it unnatural.

The thing that really weirded him out was how she’s show up in fully body uniform. Only part that wasn’t covered was her face - if you don’t count the makeup- the goalie gloves, the uniform and the clothing under it. He found it off considering women usually don’t Cover as much - “it looks good, I’ll give her that,” he thought as he watched at the net.

He never stuck around to watch her play. He was a king, he didn’t have time for some princess.

It was 4am when Baros eyes opened. Natural alarm clock. He got up and began his routine. Shower, eat, stretch and then workout. He looked forward to his morning shower, because he knew that no one would disturb him. The rest didn’t wake up until an hour or two later. Grabbing his gear he headed towards the bathroom - the bathroom he assumed was for men since there was only men at blue lock - he walked in to find that the air was already moist and some light steam filled the bathroom.

Caught off guard by this, Baro began to look around for who was up so early, wondering if the rest of the boys had decided to step up. As he walked past the several shower stalls he passed by the main mirror in the bathroom, his eyes landing on an unfamiliar body. It was her. Hair wet, towel wrapped around her body as she stared at herself in the mirror. Baro froze. Wondering if he was in the wrong bathroom - but he had never noticed a male or female sign - and as he collected himself to go wait for her to be finished his eyes caught the glimpse of a dark spot on her calf.

Looking closely he realized it was a bruise. A bad one. His eyes wondered her form, realizing that is the first time he had ever seen anything past her face. Though she was turned around, he could see the multiple bruises and scratches across her body. Her legs covered, a bad scratch marks from some cleats going from the back of her calf to the front. Her arms weren’t any better. As she moved them around, they occasionally came into view, showing the damage on them. He couldn’t help but stare, awed at the sight before him. And then she turned around. She didn’t notice him, too busy fighting with a bottle in her hand. He saw her face. Her naked face. The eye bags were visible, something he’d never seen before. She looked… tired. After seeing her so lively, so energetic, it felt wrong seeing her with a somber, more quiet expression.

He leaned back against a shower stall, hiding himself. He watched her. For the first time since seeing her he finally realized that she was an athlete. Wrapping bandaged around herself, getting her uniform and putting it on. For a second before she reached in her makeup bag she looked… serious, scary almost. That was quickly changed when she began to apply her makeup. Her entire demeanour changed, her features became more soft, the athlete he saw before turned into a kindergarten gym teacher.

The finished look he once winced at felt more… endearing. It grew on him.

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The next time he saw her was on the field, going some basic stretches.

“Oi,” he called out, her cocking her head towards him. “Try to block my shots,” Baro said. His way of extending an olive branch. The girl nodded and went over to the net, getting in position. Baro started off easy, even she could tell earning a “If you’re going to waste my time, fuck off,” from her. She didn’t play around, he liked that. But that soon turned into frustration when he actually began to try.. and still couldn’t get a goal in. It was like she read his mind before he could even kick the ball - by the end they were both panting. With all his might Baro aimed for the bottom left of the net, but yet again she was there and blocked the goal, with her face but still she blocked it. The loud slapping sound of the ball against her skin echoed across the field.

She remained motionless for a second. His face remained stoic, but inside he began to panic as she didn’t move, letting out a breath of relief when she began to sit up. That’s when he saw the imprint of the ball on her cheek. “That was good!” She chirped, excited. Standing up she rolled the ball back to Baro, who tried his best to ignore the half lipstick stain on the ball.

King or Princess. Royalty is Royalty. And there’s a reason you have that title.

#ferg0s #blue lock #baro shoei #barou x you #barou shouei #barou shoei x reader #blue lock barou #barou fluff #maid barou #barou x reader #blue lock x reader #blue lock imagines #blue lock oneshots #bby gorl

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NO BECAUSE WHY DOES AI HAIZAKI HAVE SM RIZZ IM CREAMING

THIS IS NOT OKAY WHY AM I BLUSHING

#haizaki shougo #knb haizaki

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blue lock fans are so horny omg