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The Zodiac Signs of Kuroko no Basket/Kuroko's Basketball
I went full Midorima-mode here. Sort of a companion to my other piece where I explore the age differences in knb. Since we were given everyone's zodiac signs by Fujimaki, I thought it'd be handy/fun to have a chart that listed all the characters + traits associated with them, to see how they compare to the assignment, but also fans' signs! Fujimaki did a rather good job of matching characters with signs, imo. For signs where there were only 1 character, I thought it'd be interesting to explore their compatibilities with characters the interact with in canon.
I'm not really an astrology girlie, but I tried to do some thorough research.
#kuroko no basket#kuroko’s basketball#knb infographic#kuroko tetsuya#kagami taiga#aomine daiki#kise ryouta#midorima shintaro#midorima shintarou#akashi seijurou#akashi seijuro#murasakibara atsushi#momoi satsuki#generation of miracles#kiseki no sedai#kaijo high#touou academy#shutoku#seirin#yosen#rakuzan
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(AU: Kagami attends at Touou Academy instead and Aomine is absent for their basketball practice again)
Sakurai: Aomine isn't answering his phone.
Kagami: I'll call.
Wakamastu: we all have been trying to call him six times each, what makes you thi-
Aomine: hello?
Wakamastu:
Momoi: I’m not even surprised.
#mans a fucking simp#aokaga#daiki aomine#kuroko no basket#taiga kagami#funny#kuroko’s basketball#incorrect kuroko no basket#idiots in love#momoi satsuki#kousuke wakamastu#ryo sakurai#touou academy
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Omg omg Ryo, that’s not a request but like, I’m literally so thirsty for some smut with dilf coach Harasawa - GOD THIS MAN IS SO HOT WHO ALLOWED HIM TO BE THIS FINE?
Imagine some sports reporter writing a piece about Too Academy rapid growth to national level and in the end getting steamy with our dilf… 🛐
Harasawa’s so fine I had to write this. It’s a long one asw but I had to for my fav dilf coach <33
Scenario: Harasawa Katsunori getting with fem!sports reporter! reader (nsfw)
Harasawa Katsunori was at his limit. There were certainly ups and downs that come with being a coach for a national-level high school team, but today was definitely one of the downs. Nothing was going right at today’s training. At first, he managed to lose the training schedule for that day, and realised it only five minutes before it started. So of course, training was delayed for about ten minutes as he and Momoi looked for the damn thing.
When they finally found it in one of his desk drawers (he did not remember putting it there), they could at last begin the practice. But when they got back to the court from his office, he was happy to find that the team was warming themselves up with a few practice shots— all of them except Aomine.
“Where the hell is Aomine?” Harasawa’s agitated voice echoed the gym as he asked no one in particular. Everyone stopped what they were doing out of sheer fear as they looked around with clueless shrugs. It was rare to see Harasawa in such a state, he was often calm and collected, so this shift filled the gym with tension.
“Haven’t seen him at all, Coach,” Imayoshi answered for everyone.
Harasawa sighed and looked over at Momoi, “Any idea?”
She shook her head no. “I’ll try looking for him.”
“Thank you, Momoi. Let him know he’s on cleanup duty after practice whenever you do drag him over,” Harasawa said sternly as he stepped on the court to try and get on with his training. “You’d think there would be at least some level of discipline two weeks before the Winter Cup…” he muttered in annoyance.
He carried on with his training schedule for the day, trying to calm himself down with some sort of normalcy, but it seemed like the universe was against him today. The team was forgetting the simplest drills and missing shots they could normally make with their eyes closed. And Sakurai’s constant apologising wasn’t making him feel any less frustrated. And when he finally got them to play somewhat better, Aomine strolled into the gym fifteen minutes late, souring his mood all over again.
“Did Momoi tell you you’re cleaning today?” he asked as soon as he laid eyes on him.
Aomine just nodded his head in response, seemingly afraid to say anything. Momoi must have told him about the nasty mood as well.
“I have half a mind to bench you for the first game against Kaijo if you keep this up,” Harasawa said sternly, rolling the sleeves of his dress shirt up.
“My bad, Coach. Won’t happen again,” Aomine said almost immediately. It was rare to see Aomine put down his pride and apologise like this but everyone knew he would hate to miss a match against anyone in the Miracles.
The addition of Aomine to the training disrupted the flow they were beginning to get into. While Aomine’s shots and movements were perfect as usual, the team just wasn’t coordinated at all. About an hour later, Harasawa had just accepted that today just wasn’t a day where he could implement any new tactics. It was just a day to improve their skills and eliminate errors so the training plan for today was just rendered useless.
Harasawa split them into teams and had them play a practice game amongst themselves, watching over them for a bit before heading over to the bench to sit down next to Momoi with an exhausted sigh.
“It’s just an off day, they’ll be better tomorrow,” Momoi said reassuringly.
“I certainly hope so,” Harasawa replied dejectedly, taking a sip out of his coffee cup.
Just then, one of the doors to the gym creaked open, with you entering dressed in a neat white blazer, black slacks and dainty black pumps. Harasawa’s attention was immediately turned to you. He had completely forgotten about the visit you had scheduled for your article about the team. As you approached the bench, Harasawa and Momoi both stood up to greet you.
“Hi, I’m Y/N, the sports reporter for Tokyo Basketball Weekly,” you smiled politely, holding your hand out for Harasawa to shake.
Your hand was soft against Harasawa’s calloused palms. He felt like he needed to be careful not to accidentally crush your fingers given his awful mood. “Harasawa Katsunori,” he introduced curtly.
“Hi I’m Momoi Satsuki, the team’s manager,” Momoi said as she shook your hand.
Based off of introductions alone, you sensed that Harasawa was as cold as his appearance would make him out to seem. It wasn’t the first time you’d dealt with non-chatty interviewees though, so you didn’t think too much of it.
“Before we get into anything, do you mind if I just took a few photos of the team practicing?” you asked holding onto the camera that hung around your neck.
“Of course, go ahead,” Momoi nodded, Harasawa just humming in approval.
The two of them watched as you moved closer to the court to try and get a few pictures. “I completely forgot she was coming today. I don’t know why I even tried to have a proper training— just distraction after distraction,” Harasawa mumbled to Momoi once you were out of earshot. However his dark blue eyes never stopped following your every move. Something about you was very interesting to him, he’d like to think of himself as a man who cares about more than just looks, so he’d convinced himself it was your demeanour. But you had only really uttered two sentences, so that was a bit of a stretch.
You began to make your way back over to the bench, content with the photos you had gotten so far. “I don’t want to interrupt their training, but I’d like to have a few words with the team— namely the captain and the ace, Aomine,” you informed both Harasawa and Momoi.
“That’s okay. You can speak to them. They’re supposed to have a water break now anyways,” Harasawa said, standing up and blowing the whistle to grab everyone’s attention. “Everyone, grab some water. You’ve got ten minutes to rest and then you’re back on it,” he announced before looking over to you, straight-faced. “Is ten minutes enough?”
“Sounds good,” you nodded with a smile. You were too intimidated to budge for more.
“Imayoshi, Aomine, grab your bottles and come over here. This reporter wants to interview you,” Harasawa called out, everyone’s eyes now turning to you as you gave them an awkward wave.
You began to ask them the questions you had prepared earlier, using your phone to get their voices recorded for later and jotting down notes as well. You were aware that Harasawa was listening in on this interview, which you didn’t really mind other than the fact that you could feel his eyes staring into your soul.
Once you had gotten what you needed, you switched the recording off and gave Imayoshi and Aomine a polite smile. “Right that should be about it then, thank you so much, and good luck for the Winter Cup,” you said, the two of them heading back onto the court to continue the rest of their training like they were instructed.
You turned to Momoi, “Could I have a few words with you as well please? I’ve heard you’re quite an important part of this team.”
Momoi immediately got flustered, a wide smile spreading across her face. “Me?”
You couldn’t help but chuckle at her sudden nervousness. “Yes, of course you. I need to interview you too, Mr Harasawa. Do you mind if I get to you once I’m done with Momoi?”
Harasawa gave you a small nod, “Go ahead.”
You chatted with Momoi for a bit, going through the questions in your notepad but also just generally having a casual conversation. She was an interesting one, and she definitely knew how to keep a conversation going so you did get quite carried away with her interview in terms of time. Eventually you did realise you had been speaking to her for about twenty whole minutes according to the recording on your phone and you instantly panicked.
“Oh we’ve been talking for a bit too long now,” you said frantically as you looked over at Harasawa. “Do you mind if I keep you here a bit longer, Mr Harasawa? I completely lost track of time.”
“I really don’t want to stay here longer than I need to today,” Harasawa let out an exhausted sigh. “Why don’t we just do this over a couple of drinks somewhere else?”
You checked the time on your watch. It was almost 7 pm and a nice hot tea didn’t sound all that bad. Besides, there was something about Harasawa that you couldn’t say no to. “Are you sure? I can try and wrap it up quickly—“
“Yes I’m sure. You don’t need to rush yourself,” Harasawa said, his tone still agitated even though he was trying to be polite.
“Alright. Where would you like to meet up? I can catch a train or something—“
“A train? Don’t be silly. I’ll drive us there. Let me just grab my coat from my office,” he cut you off once more. He began to walk off, instructing the team to begin packing up as he did so. “And no one help Aomine with the cleanup! It’s all on him today!” Harasawa called out before stepping out through the gym doors.
You watched as Aomine groaned in despair while Wakamatsu began to laugh at him, Aomine shooting him a dirty glare as he did so.
“Right come on, Y/N, let’s go,” Harasawa said when he popped in with his coat a few minutes later. “Momoi, make sure Aomine tidies up properly. If he doesn’t, it’s laps tomorrow,” he said, making sure he was loud enough with the last part so Aomine could hear.
“Yes Coach,” Momoi nodded before looking over at you with a smile. “Nice meeting you, Y/N!”
You waved her goodbye and stepped out with Harasawa, walking over to the parking lot in silence. You don’t know what it was, but you were afraid to say the wrong thing in front of him. Maybe it was his cold gaze? Or the fact that he was 6’2 and towered above you?
“Sorry for taking up so much of your time,” you said, shutting the passenger-side door as he started the engine.
“You don’t need to worry about that. It’s either this or go home to a box of leftovers,” Harasawa said, earning a small giggle from you.
The drive wasn’t too long, but almost no words were exchanged and that made it feel like an eternity. You pretended to go over your notes out of sheer awkwardness as the music from the radio filled the car. You could’ve just asked him the interview questions, but that would leave you with nothing to say when you actually got to the place. Sometimes Harasawa would hum along to the song, which you did find quite endearing given his cold demeanour.
Once he parked the car, you stepped out, pulling your blazer tighter to fight the cold air. You followed Harasawa as he stepped into a warm, intimate pub. It was at this point that the difference in your ages was apparent— this wasn’t what you thought of when he said ‘drinks’. Harasawa walked over to the bar, “Could I get a whiskey neat please?”
“Of course Mr Harasawa. And for the lady?” the bartender asked, both of them looking over at you.
“Um, I’ll get an espresso martini please,” you replied, saying the first drink that popped into your head.
“Coming right up,” the bartender nodded as he got to work.
“Do you come here often?” you questioned as you took in your surroundings. It certainly was a nice place: dim lighting, cute posters and wall decor, rustic furniture.
“Yeah, I live across the street. I’m here every now and again,” he shrugged. “Well actually, I’m here whenever the team drives me up the walls— so yeah, often.”
You giggled in response and a faint smile appeared on his face. The smile definitely brightened up his appearance tenfold. “Well, that’s how it is with teenagers,” you chuckled. “Surely they’re not too bad?”
“They’re an interesting little group. I’d hate to give it to them, but they do have a special little place in my heart,” Harasawa said, the look in his eyes getting softer as he thought about it.
You had to hold back an ‘aww’ in response. You certainly did not peg him for a sentimental type. Moreover, you didn’t peg him to have any emotions at all. “That’s quite sweet actually. I might have to add that you’re a softy in that article,” you joked.
“Please don’t. I wouldn’t hear the end of it if you do,” Harasawa chuckled. The bartender handed you your drinks and the two of you thanked him, Harasawa instructing him to keep a tab open as the two of you took a seat in one of the booths.
Harasawa took his coat off, setting it on his seat before taking a sip of his whiskey. He let out a sigh of relief as he leaned back, seeming to have finally relaxed. “Okay, I’m ready for your interview now.”
“Perfect,” you beamed as you took out your notepad and phone, hitting the record button before asking the first question. The interview went on for a while, Harasawa’s mood seemingly lightening as it went on— perhaps it was the whiskey. Either way, you did begin to grow more comfortable talking to him when he began to throw in some sarcastic comments here and there, making you giggle every time.
Harasawa took a break to order you two a second round of drinks at the bar and you took the time to organise your notes as he did so.
“Here you go,” he said, placing another espresso martini in front of you and taking a sip of his whiskey before sitting back down.
“You know what? I think we’re almost done,” you informed him as you double checked your notes.
“Well that’s good, today’s been absolutely exhausting,” he sighed, brushing the dark curls out of his face as he leaned back in his seat.
“Just one question: are there any teams you’re looking out for in the Winter Cup?” you asked.
“Hm, obviously we’re trying to take it one game at a time, but I think all the teams with the Miracles are certainly worth noting. In particular, Rakuzan— they’re quite a formidable team, I think we’re focused on getting to a position where we can challenge them. Seirin is also always a wildcard, I don’t think anyone in the tournament is underestimating them after last year, so that game should also be quite interesting,” he answered.
“Yeah that’s true, I think Seirin has been a popular answer to that question. They’re definitely a strong team,” you replied, a silence filling the air for a moment as you scribbled notes down before stopping the recording. You let out a sigh, “There we go, all done. Thank you again for taking the extra time to do this.”
“Don’t mention it. It’s nice chatting to someone other than the bartender here,” Harasawa said, not shying away from making eye contact with you.
“Well I don’t want to take up any more of your time, I’m sure your wife must be waiting on you,” you said, taking a big swig of your drink to try and finish it faster.
“There’s no need to rush. And there’s no wife to worry about. You don’t need to chug your drink,” Harasawa chuckled, admiring your concern. You were far too polite, it was almost cute.
Finding out that he was single shouldn’t have excited you. Especially since he was about a decade older than you and someone that was in your field of work. “No wife? That’s a bit of a surprise,” you replied without thinking.
“A surprise? How so?” Harasawa questioned, a smug look taking over his face as he watched you panic in search of the right words to answer with.
“Well, um, I mean, I just didn’t think someone with your looks was single, you know?” you said, avoiding all eye contact as colour rose in your cheeks.
Harasawa grinned widely as he took another sip of his drink, each moment of his silence killing you more and more. “I’m flattered,” he said simply, basking in your embarrassment almost like it was a power trip. “I just haven’t quite had the time to invest in a relationship,” he shrugged.
“Ah right I get that. You know, I got out of a relationship recently. He was way too immature even though we were the same age. He wanted me to focus on my work less so I had to call it quits,” you rambled as you tried to move away from the fact that you called him attractive, except you were now just digging a deeper hole for yourself.
You had Harasawa’s full attention, for better or for worse because your brain was in panic mode. The dark haired man loosened the tie around his neck, noticing you take a nervous gulp as you watched him do so. He didn’t show it, but he was quite pleased to know that you were single too. Maybe it was the drinks, but he finally admitted to himself that it wasn’t just your demeanour that made you attractive— he loved how nervous you were with him. For someone whose job is talking to people, you certainly seemed to be a rambling mess at this moment.
“Too immature, huh?” Harasawa repeated your words. It was almost like you were throwing yourself at him. “Well, someone as beautiful as you deserves to be treated right, so that’s probably for the best,” he said, observing as you grew more and more flustered.
“Stop, you’re too kind,” you giggled nervously. You did your best at avoiding eye contact with him even though you could feel his gaze piercing through you. You took note of his dress shirt. It fit him awfully well. The fabric laid loose on his torso, save for his chest, but hugged his shoulders and biceps perfectly snug. Your eyes trailed down to his toned forearms that were on display, your mind unable to stop itself from picturing what his body looked like underneath all that.
And it wasn’t like Harasawa didn’t notice you looking at him like that. You were practically undressing him with your eyes. Surely you weren’t that much of a lightweight? He checked the time on his watch. It was quite late; the pub was going to close sometime soon. “Do you live around here, Y/N?” he asked, finally changing the topic.
“No, I think I’m a few train stations away. Might have to catch one to get back,” you replied, emptying your glass.
“I think this place is closing soon. You’re welcome to come over to mine to sober up a bit. I can drive you back home after,” Harasawa offered. While the main concern was your safety, he did also want to be with you in a more private space, just to test the waters.
“I really don’t want to impose. I’ve already taken up too much of your time,” you refused politely. You were in a state where you couldn’t trust your own judgement— you had half a mind to rip his shirt off right there, who knows what nonsense would spill out of your mouth when you were in a room alone with him.
“I insist. I haven’t had much to drink, it won’t take too long for me to sober up to safety,” he said as he began to put his coat back on, almost as if he knew that you would say yes— not like he was taking no for an answer anyways.
You sighed. It’s not like you were exactly opposed to the situation, you just didn’t know what you’d do. But you also knew better than to argue with Harasawa, knowing the kind of mood he was in earlier today. You tried to get him to let you pay for the drinks, but he wouldn’t even let you do that. As much as you appreciated how much of a gentleman he was, he was certainly a stubborn one.
The two of you left the pub and walked across the street, entering his apartment complex and taking the elevator up to the top floor. When you entered his apartment, you were rather impressed by how spacious it was— especially for Tokyo. Moreover, it was extremely well kept, practically spotless. The decor was rather minimalistic, it certainly was missing a woman’s touch, but it was nice nonetheless.
“Oh wow, this is such a nice place,” you said, taking your shoes off and walking into the living room.
“Make yourself comfortable. Can I get you a glass of water or anything?” Harasawa offered, hanging his coat on the rack by the door.
“A glass of water would be great,” you replied, taking a seat on the dark leather couch.
Harasawa joined you on the couch a minute later, handing you your glass of water as he took a sip out of a glass of his own.
“So how long have you been working at this magazine?” Harasawa asked, interested to know more about you now.
“Well, I got this job immediately after I graduated university and that was about a year ago, I think,” you replied, trying to think back to the exact date.
“You graduated a year ago? So you’re what? 22? 23?”
You nodded, “23.”
You giggled at Harasawa’s baffled expression. “You’re making me feel like a dinosaur.”
“Cut it out, you look like you’re my age,” you laughed, playfully hitting his arm.
“I am well over your age I’ll tell you that for sure,” he said, setting his empty glass down on the coffee table.
“If I saw you at a bar, and I didn’t know you, I wouldn’t be able to tell. In fact, I’d probably even ask you out,” you said without thinking yet again.
“You’ve been awfully bold today, Y/N,” Harasawa chuckled, enjoying how red your face was getting. “I admire the confidence.”
You struggled to find words to respond with. It hadn’t occurred to you how close the two of you were sitting until now. You could smell his strong cologne, the scent somehow drawing you closer to him as you met his deep blue eyes. You saw them dart down to your lips and an overwhelming need to know what he tasted like took over your body.
Almost like he sensed it, Harasawa gently placed a warm hand on your cheek, leaning in to close the gap between your lips. His touch was delicate at first. His movements were deliberate as his tongue slowly slipped into your mouth. You normally hated the taste of whiskey, but the hints of it that were leftover from the pub had you savouring it on his tongue.
You felt a hand slowly trail down your body, eventually gripping your waist as he pulled you closer to him. Your arms instinctively snaked its way to his back, not being shy about having a feel for his firm muscles. Harasawa began to take over the control, his lips getting a little more aggressive as he guided your body down so your back was on the sofa. Without losing contact with your lips, he slid your blazer off, one hand finding its way under your shirt, cupping a breast and giving it a squeeze. You let out a small moan into the kiss and you could feel him smirk against you.
The dark haired man felt you grind against the knee he had between your legs, desperate for some kind of friction. He already had you wrapped around his finger. His lips began to move lower, leaving soft kisses on your neck, your heavy breaths making him ache for more of you. He pulled away for a moment, admiring how pretty you looked underneath him. You were exactly what he needed today.
Harasawa leaned in close to your ear, “How about we continue this in my bedroom?” he whispered, nibbling on your earlobe as he waited for an answer.
“Yes please,” you breathed out almost instantly.
Harasawa took that as his cue to pick you up, your arms wrapped around his neck as you straddled him, leaning in to meet his soft lips once again. He was gentle with the way he set you down on his bed, helping you take your top off and undoing your bra with just one hand. The act alone was enough of an indicator to how experienced this man was. You watched intently as he undid his tie, letting it hang on his neck as he began to unbutton his shirt. He took his time with this, he knew you were enjoying the show. You were so fixated on his movements that you couldn’t even tell he was watching you drool over his body. You couldn’t be blamed for it, as you expected, underneath the shirt was the body of what you could only describe as a Greek god’s. His shoulders were broad and you had never seen collarbones as well defined as his were. As your eyes trailed further south, you noticed a bit of his dark chest hair, another brutal reminder of how much older he was. And you swore you could lick a whole meal clean off his abs.
Harasawa hovered over your chest for a moment before leaving light kisses all over. Eventually taking a nipple into his mouth, sucking on it as a hand began to unbutton your pants. You didn’t even know what to focus on anymore as you felt his hand trace over your panties, earning ragged breaths from you as your hands gripped onto his hair. He couldn’t help but smirk at the feel of the wet fabric as he pulled away from your breast and looked down into your eyes, “Already soaked? You flatter me a bit too much, Y/N,” he said softly, the sound of your name rolling off his tongue sent shivers down your spine.
Harasawa slipped your pants and underwear off in one swift motion. Taking a moment to admire your exposed body before he shuffled down, holding your legs open with either arm as he took a slow lick in between, earning a loud gasp from you.
He slowly began to work his tongue in between your legs, absolutely devouring your taste as teased your entrance. The grip you had on his hair was tighter than ever and the soft moans that escaped your lips was more than enough incentive for him to keep going. He soon brought his fingers into the mix, taking a moment to trace your skin before pushing a finger into you. Harasawa looked up at your heaving chest with contempt, his pants getting tighter with every sound you make. He soon added a second finger, slowly fucking you with them. The mere thought of having you wrap around his length when you’re this tight and dripping was enough to make him groan.
He slipped his fingers out of you, gaining a whine from you for the loss of contact. Harasawa quickly undid his belt, pulling his underwear and pants down just enough to relieve his throbbing member. You perked up at the sight of it, you were now sure he was sent straight from the Gods because on top of his gorgeous body, he also had a cock that was a size that could absolutely ruin you. You sat up and leaned over, your tongue kitten-licking his tip as your hand reached to wrap around his base.
Harasawa’s dark eyes looked down at you in pleasure. He didn’t even have to ask you to do this. He groaned as you licked up and down his length, teasing him before you wrapped your lips around him, bobbing your head as you tried to take more and more of him in. “Oh fuck,” he mumbled, grabbing a fistful of your hair to get it out of your face.
He eventually hit the back of your throat, impressed by your lack of struggle as he slowly rolled his hips back and forth. Your mouth was absolutely divine. If he wanted to, he could easily finish with your throat alone. But he had to sustain himself, with the long day he’s had, he needed much more than this to relieve himself.
He slowly pulled your head away from him, watching as you caught your breath, a trail of spit stringing to your lips. “Look at you. What an absolute mess you are already,” he smirked, staring as you wiped the drool off your chin with the back of your hand. It was no use though, you knew that your mascara was smudged and the drool had dripped down to your chest— you just had to accept the state you were in.
Harasawa flipped you over, your ass pointed in the air towards him as your hands held your weight up. You couldn’t help but look back, watching as he lined his length up with your hole. You felt him brush against your entrance, sliding the length of it along your wetness. You moaned in anticipation, aching to feel him inside of you, but all he kept doing was tease you. “Please,” you begged, pushing your ass up further in search of some kind of relief.
“For someone so polite, you’re rather impatient, Y/N,” Harasawa said simply. He was aching to feel you around him just as much, but there was something so exquisite about watching you squirm with desperation that made his cock twitch.
“I need you so bad, Mr Harasawa,” you pleaded.
You were quickly given exactly what you were asking for upon the words leaving your lips. Harasawa shoving himself into you in one swift motion, eliciting a scream of pleasure from you. He couldn’t resist when you asked him like that. He stilled his hips for a moment when he bottomed out, giving you time to adjust to his size so that the pain would subside. A few seconds later, he couldn’t control himself any longer, he had to move. He began to roll his hips back and forth slowly, his body brimming with pleasure with how tightly you wrapped around him.
The sound of your sinful moans paired with the sloppy sound of your wet hole filled the room as Harasawa began to pick up his pace. You still hadn’t fully adjusted to the sheer size of him, but the feel of him stretching you open like this was absolutely heavenly. You felt his big hands grip onto your waist, holding you still as he fucked your hole, each thrust hitting a spot that was so deep that you didn’t even think it was possible.
Your arms quickly gave out under you, your face burying itself into the mattress as each hand grabbed a fistful of the bedsheets, trying to brace yourself for Harasawa’s relentless pounding. He slowed his thrusts down for a moment as he took a hold of your hands, bringing them behind your back as you felt him bind them in place with a fabric. Upon looking back, you realised he’d tied your hands together with his tie. The inability to grip onto the bedsheets somehow enhanced the sensation tenfold, feeling him drag in and out of your walls, filling you up like you’ve never been before.
“What a good little girl, taking me so well,” Harasawa grinned as he smacked your ass, earning a yelp from you, his deep voice bringing you closer to your edge. The pent up frustration was showing in his movements, each thrust harder than the last.
The dark haired man could feel you trembling underneath him— you were close. If your shaky legs weren’t enough of an indication, he felt your walls begin to clench around him, your pussy somehow feeling even more irresistible than before.
“Cum for me, Y/N,” the words came as a surprise to you. How’d he know you were close? All you’d been doing so far was moaning like a fucking mess. Nevertheless you gave into his instructions, your orgasm hitting you harder than it has ever before, rendering your body completely weak as it washed over you.
Harasawa gripped onto your waist tighter, trying to hold your limp body up as he chased his own high. Your orgasm had you sopping wet— even more so before, and the older man was savouring every moment of it. The squelches, the helpless little moans, the view of your gorgeous body in front of him; presenting itself as a vessel to be used to relieve his frustrations— you were absolutely perfect.
He felt himself near his climax, his movements becoming sloppier as his breathing became ragged. “Fuck I’m gonna cum,” he grunted, his thrusts increasing in pace, eliciting your overstimulated moans.
“C-cum in me, Mr Harasawa,” you squealed as he bottomed out inside you with a groan, his cock twitching as a warmth began to fill you up.
Harasawa brushed the hair out of his eyes as he slowly pulled out of you, watching you collapse onto the mattress without him supporting your weight. It had been a while since he felt this much pleasure from another person. The sight of your pathetically weak body in front of him filled him with a sense of pride, knowing that he was the one that brought you to such a state.
He pulled his pants back up and flipped you back over, lifting you up to rest your head on a pillow while he cleaned you up. He put your panties back on you before settling down in the bed space next to you. You looked up at him with a satisfied smile, your eyes filled with lust for the older man. “That was amazing, Mr Harasawa,” you said breathlessly as he tucked a piece of your hair behind your ear.
He let out a light chuckle in response, “You know, I’d normally tell you to just call me Katsunori at this point, but Mr Harasawa just sounds so good coming out of your mouth,” he grinned, fingers tracing over the skin on your chest.
You hummed in satisfaction upon hearing those words. “I look forward to seeing you at the Winter Cup,” you said as if you weren’t still laying naked on his bed.
“Why wait until then? You’re welcome to drop by here any time,” Harasawa said softly, knowing that he could definitely make use of you for the stress building up to the Winter Cup.
A smile took over your face at the invitation, “I might just take you up on that, Mr Harasawa.”
#kuroko no basket#kurokos basketball#knb#kuroko no basquet#harasawa katsunori#touou academy#aomine daiki#momoi satsuki#knb x reader#harasawa x reader
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Sakurai is captain on their 3rd year (he’s smart and talented and patient) and Aomine is his vice-captain (he’s passionate and encouraging in a very weird way). Daiki’s job consists almost entirely on standing behind Ryou and look scary so the over-entitled new team do as the very soft-looking captain says.
#aomine takes his job very seriously#he will m*rder them#aosaku#but in a friends way#aomine daiki#sakurai ryou#knb headcanon#knb headcanons#knb#kuroko no basket#touou#Touou academy
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reminder that they
#n girls love live#n card girls#llsif normals#touou academy#shinonome academy#nijianime#nijigasaki#nijigasaki gakuen school idol doukoukai#might be making this top but you didn't hear that from me#I love DIY.
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is youkanan a rarepair? i shipped it hard as a kid. also mutsuki and fumi :3
I don't have an image for mutsufumi, but both it and youkanan are in! I don't see much youkanan at all, so I do consider it a rarepair, but if there's a Scene I've somehow missed then I would like it pointed out!
#youkanan#mutsufumi#you watanabe#kanan matsuura#mutsuki takamagahara#aqours#N girls#shion girls academy#touou academy#OTP#cross unit ships#love live!#rarepairs#submissions
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introducing my fourth fantasy subunit: TsuRaI RED (read as “tsurai red")
the members are ayumi torii, tsurugi kadota, and sakura kurobane. they sing heavy metal with traditional japanese elements, often utilising growls and screaming. the lyrics are about rage, directed at everything from societal injustices to mundane daily life. their choreography has elements of traditional japanese dancing combined with headbanging and moves showing violent desperation.
this unit was formed when sakuya kurobane found out that her sister, who was usually quiet, could growl and scream shockingly well. when brainstorming how sakura could demonstrate it well to an audience, the two decided to approach ayumi and tsurugi for a subunit, as they had a similar aesthetic and were prone to rage. though tsundere about it, the two eventually agreed.
the name "TsuRaI RED" comes from their names. Tsurugi, sakuRa, and toriI combine to form "tsurai", which translates to "painful, bitter, tough, cruel". together with RED, the name can be translated to "Painful RED".
#edits#love live!#fantasy subunits#ayumi torii#tsurugi kadota#sakura kurobane#seiran high school#touou academy#shion girls academy#3 person subunits#made by mod#TsuRaI RED
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Happy Birthday Aomine Daiki !
All my Kurobas fanarts flop terribly but for the very few of you who enjoy seeing them, don't worry, I'm having a lot of fun anyway so I don't plan on stopping!
#once again i tried skipping the lineart and colored the sketch instead#i kept it at very basic shading tho#Aomine is the hardest miracle to draw so I added his whole team so you focus less on his face#Imayoshi is very fun to draw#aomine daiki#momoi satsuki#imayoshi shoichi#wakamatsu kosuke#sakurai ryou#yoshinori susa#kuroko no baskeru#kuroko no basket#the basketball which kuroko plays#kurobas#my art#touou gakuen#Tōō Academy#knb
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i need to see a wakamatsu vs kagami showdown but also if wakamatsu is there, aomine is DEFINITELY there, and aomine would have to be seriously ill before he lets WAKAMATSU??? take the attention off of HIM???
#wakamatsu#kagami#i love you so much wakamatsu#i have him on defence in this match i'm writing#since waka is in last game i might have him and kagami have a one on one#aomine can be off having a one on one with kise to keep him happy and occupied#meanwhile kagami gets to go head to head with the captain of touou academy!!!!!!! WOOOO WAKA!!!!!!!!#i think they'd get along so well actually i should write this. especially in my aokaga verse where waka is just like#“i literally don't understand what the fuck you see in him but ok. how do you get him to do anything”#and kagami's like “i don't think i've ever asked him to do anything ever ??? wdym”#and waka is like “no i KNOW you study together”#kagami with a poker face: “THAT is none of your business”#wakamatsu immediately thinks something saucy is involved but taiga is just laying a boundary down and he doesnt care what waka thinks JSHDJ#taiga does NOTHING anyway he just studies with him in that one fic LMASDSJDHJh
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"Go out with me."
Your movements halted, and your eyes grew wide as you processed the words just spoken to you. You tilted your head to the right, and your bewildered gaze landed on his back just as he was dunking. A swish and then a thump as the ball and his trainers hit the ground.
When Aomine turned to face you, he found you still staring at him, your mouth opening and closing a few times before you uttered a single word.
"Uh?"
He wiped off the dampness from his forehead with the hem of his shirt before striding toward your position.
"Go out with me," Aomine repeated as he looked at you. "Let's hang out together, just the two of us, and see where things go from there."
You blinked owlishly. "You're not kidding, aren't you?"
Aomine raised an eyebrow. "Does it look like I'm joking around?" His tone was confident and tinged with humor, though the way his shoulders seemingly stiffened wasn't lost on you. "I just want to take you out."
The hint of a dazed smile appeared on the corner of your lips. "I thought you didn't like me."
"Hmm." He closed the distance between your bodies while holding your gaze, and then his eyes narrowed briefly. "You thought wrong." His gaze dipped to your lips before returning to your eyes. "Well?"
You slightly tilted your head to one side. "Okay," you breathed. "I will go out with you."
His smirk morphed into a genuine smile. "Good," he said, feigning to be deep in thought for a few moments, "so I can finally convince you to wear my shirt number at my games."
A soft snort left your lips. "I do like wearing my general Touou Academy basketball shirt, though. It's pretty stylish. And..." you trailed off, then your eyes sparkled with mischief. "It was actually a gift from Imayoshi-san."
His brows furrowed. "Oi," he warned, and you couldn't help but grin at the oblivious jealousy that suddenly appeared on his features. "I definitely don't want to hear about evil glasses giving you things right now."
You smiled playfully and brought one of your hands up to his face. You ran your fingertips along his jawline, and his cheeks flushed as he tried to maintain a stern expression.
"You're naughtier than I thought you'd be," Aomine rumbled, wrapping his hands around your wrists as he gazed at you through half-lidded eyes. "Not that I mind it."
You hummed and peered at him expectantly. "Don't look at me with those dreamy eyes," he gruffed, though his words had the softest tone you'd ever heard from him. "It's very distracting."
You bit your lower lip to stifle a grin at his flustered state. "Then how do you want me to look at you?"
Aomine sighed and leaned forward until his lips brushed against yours. "You're a damn tease," he muttered against your mouth. "You're lucky I'm into it."
#knb x reader#knb imagines#knb scenarios#aomine x reader#aomine daiki x reader#aomine x you#daiki aomine x reader#daiki x reader#knb x you#aomine daiki#reader insert#knb fanfic#knb#knb aomine#gom x reader#kuroko no basuke x reader#daiki aomine#kuroko's basketball#female reader#mywriting*
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Hiii love <3 can I request hcs of Aomine, Kiyoshi and Imayoshi with a s/o that's terrible at sports? Like how would they feel about how unathletic their s/o are 😭 thank you for this :))
❤️Aomine Daiki, Kiyoshi Teppei, and Imayoshi Shoichi Having S/O Who Are Terrible At Sports❤️
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A/N: YO MY FRIEND! Thank you so much for requesting me this headcanon. I feel like I am also Unathletic so this would be quite relatable for me and some of the readers. There might be some fluff scenes or some jokes. I hope you like the final result!
Warning: None
Gender: Neutral
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Aomine Daiki -Touou Academy
Darling, I'm not saying that Aomine is heartless but you know he can be an insensitive prick and the reason I am saying this is because Aomine would make fun of you.
But he's not a monster so he is only going to bully you lovingly when you fail to shoot your basketball. Yes; I said it. He is going to bully you when you fail to shoot your ball.
"Lol, is that how do you shoot the ball? Let me show you how babe. I'll show you how I do it," while messing up your hair and turning your hair into a bird's nest because he just loves messing with your hair.
I don't think he minds that he has a S/O that is horrible at sports but he does acquire to have a S/O that likes to have fun while playing sports. You don't have to be a good player, you just need to have fun.
If you are bad at sports as his S/O, he would make fun of you, especially your height if you are a short gremlin. However, he would be kind enough to teach you how to play basketball.
I'm sorry babe I know I said that he wants a S/O that does enjoy sports because he's the type that likes to invite people to have fun so if you hate basketball. There's a chance he's going to break up with you or he would keep forcing you to play with him.
If you are not good at blocking. HE IS DEFINITELY GOING TO STEAL YOUR BALL OFTEN! TOO OFTEN THAT YOU WOULD GET ANNOYED BY HIM! I'm sorry babe. I'm just saying how he is.
But don't worry, he would still love you even though you are not athletic enough. But that just means he will be more jerk because he's not going to stop to tease you.
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It was in the afternoon and the gym was surprisingly empty because it's usually filled with basketball team members training. There's a chance that they are going to train a little bit late because even the coach is not in the place or maybe the training would be tomorrow so it's very peaceful. There are no sounds of basketball balls hitting the board or the sound of the basketball team screaming.
(Y/N) which are you, find this kind of odd but you didn't really mind about it because it's better to be like this. You hate the idea of your face getting hit by those things. Those things are hard, harder than volleyballs to no joke. There are many cases of your classmates getting hit on the face until they were unconscious.
However, it spikes your curiosity and you want to know what it feels like to play basketball. You saw your boyfriend playing basketball before and he was an amazing player. No one ever has beaten him on the court each time you watch him playing basketball and defeating the enemy.
As a result of your own curiosity, the (H/C) haired and (S/C) skinned woman/man/nonbinary starts to get up from the sit before walking into one of the carts that were filled by the balls. Taking one of them and trodding closer to one of the basketball hoops. You do notice it would be very difficult for short people to play because this kind of thing is tall.
But this did not stop you at all. Instead, this makes you determined to get at least one of the balls inside of the ring as you start to dribble the ball. As your hand catch the dribbling ball, you took a deep breath and closed your (E/C) eyes before opening them to see the rings across from you, standing like a giant.
"BAM!"
Well, it sure disappoint (Y/N) a lot because it did not get inside of the hoop and (Y/N) can hear the horrible familiar loud laughter from far away. Your eyes immediately wide in shock, turning around to see your boyfriend, Aomine Daiki. Laughing at you for failing at your shoot as he wipes the fake tears from the corner of his eyes.
"Is that what you call a shoot?" he steps up inside the gym with a smirk on his face. "Let me show you how it's done, shortie-" he puts his arms in the pocket of his basketball shorts as he stands in front of you.
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Kiyoshi Teppei - Seirin High School
A gentleman and one of the hottest angels in Seirin. Also, the one who would most likely not judge you if you are horrible in sports and not athletic. So he is less much of a jerk than Aomine.
Kiyoshi definitely still loves you even if you never make a shoot in your life or if you are horrible in any sport because I believe his kind of type of person he crushes on is someone who is strong-hearted (we can conclude he likes the types who are resilient, brave or courageous people).
Kiyoshi definitely going to teach you how to play basketball, even the basics and you know he has amazing patience so he could even teach you the most basic things.
He might find it funny when you failed many shoots but he also feels slightly bad because he knows that you tried really hard so he would give you many chances.
Also, he would point out your mistakes and the reason why you fail the sport but in a polite way instead of blatantly saying it. he would just sugarcoat his words a little bit because he does not want to hurt you.
He would still be supportive if you are still interested in sport despite your lacking many skills or if you aren't interested in it. He's not a horrible teacher.
If you get sad because you feel not athletic like your boyfriend, Kiyoshi Tepeo. Don't be, expect some encouraging words from him as he said that you are perfect the way you are.
Also expect some hugs and pats in the back, he hates to see you get insecure or sad just because you feel you are not athletic and you're not a good match for him.
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As the manager from Seirin, (Y/N) (L/N) would always help Riko, the coach from Seirin by preparing some drinks, and meals and helping with the team training regiment to increase their skills by talking with her and taking important notes of each member and watching them play basketball.
However, it piques your curiosity whenever you saw them playing because they were working very hard to beat the other team's rivals. You heard the group had beaten Shutoku as well as Kaijou before but looses after playing against Touou. You saw your boyfriend's amazing skill in basketball and it made you interested in basketball despite not knowing how to play basketball.
As the rest of the team members surrounded your classmate, Riko who also happened to be your closest friend. You were sitting there and writing down other team members' important points by writing down their weaknesses and their strengths so Riko could make a better training regimen.
Nevertheless, it did not stop you as (Y/N) put down the paper on top of the bench. Taking one of the balls inside of the cart in the corner of the gym room before starting to dribble the ball in (Y/N)'s hand. Going forward into one of the basketball rings, see how tall the post is and if you are able to put the ball inside of the ring.
No one paid attention except the familiar pairs of warm brown eyes that watch your every movement. He could not help but feel happy that his S/O are trying to play his favourite basketball despite she/he/they aren't athletic as the rest of the other basketball team members.
Despite Kiyoshi hides his laughter when he sees you failing to shoot the basketball. Kiyoshi also feels bad, knowing that you are trying your best to even get just one goal and this gives him a quick idea before standing up from the bench and walking up to (Y/N). Getting closer and closer until he was standing behind you.
The (H/C) haired women/men/nonbinary felt a presence behind you until your turned around to see your boyfriend standing behind you with a smile on your face. "Ah, (Y/N)-san. It seems you had a little bit of troubleshooting the balls into the rings. If you don't mind, I would be glad to teach you how to play," Kiyoshi offers, placing his hand on top of your shoulder.
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Imayoshi Shoichi - Touou Academy
I am contemplating writing Imayoshi because I could see he has his annoying and insensitive moments but I could see him also as a supportive boyfriend even if you are not athletic.
The reason I am saying this is because there would be a time he does makes fun of you. You shoot the balls into the net or into the basketball ring and miss? He would tease the hell out of you.
However, it depends because if you are unathletic because of your injury. he won't make fun of you but if you are just basically lazy and hates sports? He makes fun of you but is not as insensitive as Aomine.
"Oh? Is that how do you shoot your ball? That is interesting, I never see a player plays like that" and proceed to get hit by you after you hear his little comment and he chuckles at your reaction.
However, I do not believe that his type of partner must have the same athletic skill as him as we can see in Kuroko's character bible. He likes a kikubari (a considerate person).
If you are interested in sport but you are not athletic enough. He's not a horrible teacher either, he would teach you even from the basic things.
Also if you had an injury and you are not athletic but you are interested in it. He would be very understanding and I can see him as someone who has enormous patience when teaching you.
So in conclusion, he is in a between. He would be mean to you slightly, making fun of you but in a joking way, like Aomine does. But he would be understanding too, a little bit like Kiyoshi but in his own way.
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It has been such a long time since you haven't played any sports after the incident that happens to you for a long time. The injury was severe that the doctor told (Y/N) to stop participating in heavy sports such as basketball, soccer, Volleyball, and other sports that could potentially be worsening the injuries on your knees.
This used to make you upset a lot, especially when you notice the way people stare at you with pity, it does frustrate poor (Y/N) as your skill in sports decreases and the only thing you could do is becoming Touou's manager just like your classmate, Momoi. She was your classmate that sometimes helps you out by taking notes on the rival's weaknesses before giving them to you.
Watching the other play basketball freely like a bird spread its wings, but those things made (Y/N) jealous and an idea popped into your mind. 'There's nothing wrong, right? If I'm playing as the others are resting? Maybe I should try' (Y/N) silently think to themselves/herself/himself as you take one of the balls that were rolling next to your feet.
A pair of slanted eyes sees you taking one of the basketballs, a little bit confused about why are you holding one of the balls until his confusion was replaced by a smirk. Watching your every movement from the start by starting to dribble on your hand, walking slowly before it turns into jogging and full-on sprinting until you were underneath the basketball ring and shooting the ball.
BAM!
It did not go inside at all, (Y/N) cheeks reddened, embarrassed that the ball doesn't go inside at all. Instead, it was thrown away and almost hit other players. "Oh? Is that how do you shoot your ball? That is interesting, I never see a player plays like that" A familiar yet annoying voice spoke up. Turning around, you could see your boyfriend with his usual annoying smirk, making fun of you after failing to get a point after throwing the basketball into the ring.
"Yeah, keep making fun of me until I smack that face of yours with the ball," you roll your eyes at him. "Ah, it's alright. (Y/N)-san. It's okay if you cannot play basketball. Here, let me help you. Follow my instruction on how to shoot," his smirk replaced with his genuine smile.
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#kuroko no basket#kuroko no basquet#kuroko's basketball#knb headcanons#knb imagines#knb scenarios#knb fluff#knb x reader#knb x you#aomine daiki#aomine x reader#knb aomine#aomine headcanons#kiyoshi teppei#kiyoshi x reader#knb kiyoshi#kiyoshi headcanons#imayoshi shouichi#imayoshi x reader#knb imayoshi#imayoshi headcanons
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rxnowned-vxmpire-hxnter:
Simon had ducked out of panic to avoid getting hit by the oncoming ball, but was surprised when one of the girls had saved him from having that occur.
Afterwards, he slowly stood up and nodded to the girl. “Yeah, I’m fine… Just a little shaken from being warned is all.” If she heard, the teen had a Romanian accent. Not to mention that he looked goth but in a more subtle way.
"Oh, and thanks for kicking that soccer ball away. It would have hit me if you hadn't. Name's Simon by the way. I'm an exchange student from Transylvania." He gave a soft smile and held his hand out for her to shake.
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Mika could tell that the boy had some kind of accent. European maybe? Her big brother's new friend was mixed French, so she also had a distinctive accent. She smiled. "I uh... I am glad to hear that."
Thankfully, Mika had practiced speaking English before because of her Japanese-Vietnamese teammate who came from Vietnam, but it had been a while since she had to use English, so she was somewhat awkward with it and not as confident as the older boy was. Her Japanese accent could also be clearly heard.
She shook his hand. "Ah, you are welcome, Simon-san. I am sorry my teammate kicked the ball in your direction. My name is... Midorima Mika. I mean..." She gestured with pointed fingers turning around. "My first name is Mika." She laughed nervously. It was normal for people in Japan to introduce themselves with their surname first.
"I am the vice-captain of the soccer team. ...Transylvania? Is that in Europe?" She was also curious what high school he went to.
Welcome to Japan
At Teikō Junior High, Mika and her teammates were practicing soccer but one of her teammates made a bad shot and it was headed towards a foreign high schooler! Some of the girls were calling at him in English to get out of the way but it didn't look like he could make it out of the ball's trajectory in time!
She had to do something!
Mika ran towards the ball as fast as her legs could get her then she leapt up then kicked the ball at an angle that made it hit the side of the soccer net.
She started to speak English on account of his foreign appearance. "...Are you alright?"
[ @rxnowned-vxmpire-hxnter for Simon's Modern Hunter verse! ]
#rxnowned-vxmpire-hxnter#ch: Mika#Crossover#( Thanks for letting me know! I'm imagining that Simon goes to Touou Academy in the world of Kuroko's Basketball since they have a dorm for#students from far-off places but I do feel bad for Simon cuz their rooms have paper thin walls lol. )#✨Stage Queue✨
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Aomine and Sakurai are “friends” since the beginning of their first year: Ryou was the only one who wasn’t hostile with him (not out of fear but for genuine kindness) and Daiki was the one who defended him the first day of practice when someone said something mean (the guy looked like he was about to cry, and he didn’t want to see the nice dude crying).
#ryou has Aomine’s friend privilege#aomine has Ryou’s food’s privilege#aosaku#aosaku???#but in a friends way#aomine daiki#Sakurai Ryou#touou#touou academy#knb#knb headcanon#knb headcanons#kuroko no basket
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I spent several hours on this slideshow for a party, and that went swimmingly, so I figured I should show it off here as well! I might write and/or draw more about some of these if prompted, too 👀
#love live!#n girls love live#n card girls#llsif normals#llsif#YG international academy#touou academy#shion girls academy#shinonome academy#seiran high school#chitose bridge high school#dungeons and dragons#crossover tag#powerpoint presentation#I made so many fun decisions here#the partygoers loved it
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TsuzuShikiFumi (Tsuzui + Shiki + Fumi) love them so much, they are kissing and holding hands in my mind 24/7
I don't have an image for them, but they're on the list!
#tsuzushikifumi#tsuzuri yugiri#shiki wakana#fumi shitara#hasunosora#liella#N girls#touou academy#OT3#cross-unit ships#love live!#rarepairs#submissions
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past curfew | aomine daiki x momoi satsuki
past curfew | rated T | kuroko no basuke | aomine daiki / momoi satsuki | multi-chaptered
Summary:
People say that absence makes the heart grow fonder. After months of being apart, Satsuki and Daiki relearn the ways of their friendship and discover something more.
Tags: college/university au, slow burn, friends to lovers, fluff, angst, hurt/comfort
Excerpt from Chapter 1 - supercut (the visions never stop) :
Something sears through her throat down to where her heart comfortably sits when a tangible piece of memory appears within Momoi’s eyeshot.
Deep within the bottom drawer of her desk, in search of a pastel pink flash drive, she has stumbled upon a Polaroid she had almost forgotten in most of her years as an undergraduate student. It is a picture of her in her Touou Academy uniform, appearing so full of life as an almost eighteen-year-old as she cheerfully latched onto a sulky Daiki who looked as if he’d been wanting to go home as soon as their graduation ceremony came to an end. And sealed in the small ziplock found under the picture is a button.
The corners of her lips tug upwards, and soon enough, Momoi couldn’t stop herself from laughing.
past curfew | ushijimasu on AO3 | masterlist
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