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Hello, I was wondering if you're still open for KnB Hcs/Scenarios?[If you do, by any chance are you still open for Nijimura?]

I'm afraid not, we are basically on permanent hiatus.

-A tried Kurumu-

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「黒子のバスケ」 ★☆ 2GO Wanwan Land ☆ ★ (AnimeJapan 2020)

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「黒子のバスケ」 ★☆ RPG

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「黒子のバスケ」 ★☆ ドン・キホーテ

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Salute! It's my first time here and I liked it. Can I ask for a scenario about Kirisaki Daichi (+Matsumoto, for every guy)? They've had a fight with their fem s/o and haven't spoken for two or three days. And suddenly they heard a guy (not from the team) talking to his friends about their s/o: "If they break up, then I will not miss my chance."And then this guy spots their s/o at the end of the corridor and heads toward her. Thank you for your creativity)

I’m glad you’re enjoying my writing!

Hanamiya: He supposed he had let this go on long enough. There were slimier guys in this school than himself, and he was well aware. You were standing by your locker, like a gazelle at a watering hole, and it was so fun to slam his hand on the lockers on either side of you, trapping you. When you didn’t give much of a reaction, he knew you were still mad. It was probably justified, so he wasn’t going to bring it up. No. He just wanted to make up, and he wanted to make a scene of it so that guy knew what was up. “I’m an asshole,” he admitted with a soft sigh. “But I need you to kiss me right now so I know that I’m your asshole.” Far from a romantic gesture, but you couldn’t help but comply.

Hara: In any other situation, he would have let this go on until you were the one to cave. But knowing that there were wolves lurking about, ready to pounce on you at the first chance, he realized he wasn’t willing to risk your entire relationship for the sake of pettiness. He was approaching you from behind and already had the pack of gum in his hand, ready to offer you a piece. The bubble he had been blowing popped when he finally reached you. “It’s mean of you to make me apologize,” he complained softly. “But I don’t want to fight anymore, so I’m sorry.”

Furuhashi: Enough of this. He didn’t bother with any words as he grabbed onto your arm and turned you to face him. Without giving you a second to register whose face you were looking at, he slammed his mouth against yours. He stared directly at the guy for a moment as he felt you melt into the kiss, almost as if he were trying to turn him to stone. But your touch was able to send such waves of euphoria through him, pretty soon his eyes fluttered shut as well and it was just the two of you in the moment.

Yamazaki: Enter panic mode. You hadn’t even looked at him since the fight, which was already making him nervous, but now he had to worry about someone trying to weasel their way into his place as your boyfriend? He seemed composed, maybe a bit angry, as he made his way swiftly toward you, although anxiety was bubbling underneath his skin. “Are you still mad at me?” Straight to the point. He didn’t have time to waste trying to play petty games with you. “Not so much,” was your reply, which earned you a soft sigh of relief as he wrapped his arms around you.

Seto: This was more annoying than anything else. He would have been just fine giving you the space you needed to cool down, but hearing what that guy said actually motivated him for once. He approached you from behind and, when he was close enough, he slipped his icy hand in yours, startling you slightly. He leaned over you, pressing his nose into your hair almost affectionately. “I know we’re not breaking up soon, but if I ever see you around that guy, I’ll have to beat the shit out of him.”

Matsumoto: He had to pass the guy who made the comment on his way towards you, so he took the opportunity to “bump” into him, nearly knocking the guy into the lockers. The noise drew your attention to him, which wasn’t planned but also wasn’t unwelcome in the slightest. Your arms were folded across your chest, which wasn’t a good sign, but he managed to approach you while maintaining his composure. “We’re not breaking up,” he told you sternly. With a raised brow, you simply responded, “Well duh.”

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A Valentine's Day imagine with Aomine, Furuhashi, Haizaki, Hanamiya and Seto! The prompt is a dark and sultry Valentine's Day including, but not limited to, stalking, creepy gifts, surprise trysts, affairs, blood, gore, and dirty confessions!

AOMINEDAIKI: It’s no surprise to findAomine near your house since you live on the same street. It is,however, utterly bewildering to you when he presses you up againstyour front door to whisper against the shell of your ear:I’ve been dying to fuck you for ages. Will you be my dirty littlevalentine this year? Hisfingertips sneak beneath the hem of your shirt and brush against thelow of your belly. You can feel your heart hammering in your chestbut Aomine looks as calm as he always does, collected andinscrutable. When your astonishment traps you further in silence, hissapphire gaze turns darker and you feel like you’re swimming indangerous shark-infested waters. “I know you want me, ____.I’ve spent enough time studying you to know that the way you look atme is anything but innocent. Do you get wet when you’re staring at mein class? When you watch me on the court? Do you touch yourself tothoughts of me when you get home? Let me help you. I’m shit when itcomes to painting but I’m a skilled artist with my tongue.”

FURUHASHIKŌJIRŌ: Everynight, you can justmake out the silhouette of someone outside your window before itdisappears. You’re starting to think that you’re losing your mind ordealing with something of the occult, which is the main reason yousee no point in involving the police. The last thing you need is forthe rumor mill to churn out lies about your sanity. In fact, you’restarting to question it yourself until you find a box outside yourfront door come morning. It’s a common brown box but it’s wrapped intwine and there are carefully cut flowers placed strategically acrossthe top of the cardboard. You’re hesitant but your curiosityoutweighs your caution, and before you know it you’re unraveling thecord holding it all together. You cautiously pull apart thetop flaps and peer inside the box. Inside, atop layers of tissuepaper are three items: a sparkling urn necklace filled with whatappears to be blood, an ornamental dagger, and a note thatreads—HappyValentine’s Day, soon to be mine. I’ll reveal myself to you tonight.I know you’re curious but I’m always closer than you think.

HAIZAKISHŌGO: Haizaki’s fingers diginto your hips, hard enough to deepen the bruises he left on yourskin three nights ago. You open your mouth for breath, trying tocapture the oxygen he’s stolen from you but he’s quick to slip histongue past your lips. He kisses you with the passion of a thousandsuns while he tears your clothes away from your skin, nails catchingon your overheated flesh. You slide your fingers through his hair,emitting a soft whimper when he sinks his teeth into your bottom lip.You hear the slide of a zipper coming undone and no sooner than thesound dissolves is he slamming your hands up against the wall to pinthem there. “I shouldn’t be here with you but I can’t keepyou off my mind. Whenever I’m with her, I’m thinking about you andall the dirty things we do. You’re my precious little slut but I’mgoing to have to punish you for infecting me. You’re not good for me,kitten. You’ve got me down on my knees for you and that’s not a placeI like to be.”

HANAMIYAMAKOTO: Hanamiya circles you,his polished black boots moving across the wooden floorboards theonly sound against the backdrop of the room. You can feel his gazepenetrating your body, dragging heat down the length of your spine ina vibrant shudder. You try to find comfort in the cordage bindingyour wrists and ankles but they chafe your skin and shift the ropenestled betwixt your thighs. You manage a muffled whine and the sounddraws Hanamiya down to a crouch in front of you. He presses twofingers against your chin and tips your head back, catching the thintrail of saliva that dangles from the gag between your lips on hisfingertips. He examines the slick on his skin, his eyes darkened byshadows and swamped by lust. “You know, I usually don’t goout of my way to do things that don’t offer up any long-term benefitbut there’s something about you I just can’t refuse. Until I figureout what that is, I’m going to keep you here. You’re going to be mypet, and as long as you’re a good girl and you listen to me, I’lltreat you well. Contrarily, if you misbehave, I won’t hesitate tohurt you. Understood?”

SETOKENTARŌ: Setomakes a shallow cut across your thigh, his hand as steady as asurgeon’s. He slides his gaze up to your face and a crooked smiletakes over the shape of his mouth. He lifts the knife in his hand tohis lips and licks the blood off of the blade. A shiver runs throughyour body, a violent contrast to the heat radiating between yourquivering thighs. You close your eyes and focus on the rivulet ofblood sliding down your skin. The bed shifts when Seto moves and whenyou open your eyes, he’s caging you between his arms. There’s pinksaliva on his lips and dangerous passion lighting up his gaze. Helowers his hips, never breaking his stare, and begins grinding hisfirm cock against your clit. “You taste sweeter than honey.I could drink myself to fullness and it still wouldn’t be enough. Ican’t ever get enough of you. You’re like a drug and I’m a foolishjunkie who has no desire to get clean. If it means being with you,I’ll stay dirty and smashed until the day we die. Then, I’ll cut youopen and kiss your slits until your heart stops beating under thepalm of my hand.”

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» KUROKO TETSUYA ☆ January 31st!

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Kuroko no Basuke x Tokyo 2020 Olympics Games Collab !!!

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What what what????!!!!!

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「黒子のバスケ」 Sega Collaboration Cafe

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Reversible

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KNB MONSTERVERSE(S) #18

🧛🏻‍♂️ Harasawa Katsunori (原澤 克徳) ↬ “Remain impartial.” He spends each of his days without light, Operating under the inky spill of night— His mind is a metronome that never stills, His body a timeless vessel built for the kill. He plays the market and sticks out his neck, Counts his cards and plays a full deck, He takes his chances and tries them out, Takes the plunge without any doubts. He never wavers and he always wins, Stacks up his chances against his sins— The only exception is one named Heaven, Snake-eyes tossed against the side of Seven. He drinks himself closer to the living, Pretends at a smile in the art of giving, He seduces lovers without trouble, Then tosses them out on the double. His blood is colder than winter’s frost, Death’s echo for the lines he’s crossed— Stabbed in the back to sell one’s soul, He’s paying the debt of Satan’s toll. There’s blood on his lips, dripping red, Skin in his teeth from the newly dead, His thirst is a brick-wall in an ocean of salt, Dry desperation bereaving a heartless vault. His laughter is cruel like a carillon clock, As hard as his whiskey and covetous cock— His grin is as harrowing as his fangs are white, A flash of blinding light that splits the night. The countless tales told through the years, Of crosses and garlic and angel’s tears, Are all parts of a fairytale to help put you to bed, To free your mind from the damned and the dead. Truth be told, the devils are quite real, indeed, They walk among you to plant their seeds— And the beast in the story just happens to be, One of those demons you could possibly see. He spends his time in the back of beyond, A body in his basement and blood in the pond, He sells out the living to satisfy the dead, A season in Hell, a year bathed in the red. You won’t know he’s coming until he’s already there, Charms in his pocket and a captivating stare— He’ll make his advances to which you’ll agree, An innocent err that begets false magnanimity. ☾ Halloween Song: “Monster” by Panzer AG

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KNB MONSTERVERSE(S) #2

♛ Akashi Seijūrō  (赤司 征十郎) ↬ “Quick and decisive.” He’s the shadow they’ve warned you about, The darkness that comes to fill you with doubt— He steals your logic and toys with your brain, Fondles your heart and cuts through your veins. He holds you tight and kisses you deep, He laughs in your face and begs you to weep, His name is well-known and plays on the news, A man on the run, a man for the noose. He ties you up and hides you well, A nightmare of promise, a road to Hell— The room is black and smells of earth, Shaping sensory notes that have no worth. He slices you open and plays within, Draws up a script and plays the violin,  You are his Muse and he is the master,  A living art form that spells disaster. 

His words are meant to rip you apart, To bleed you dry and turn to art— He paints you in bruises and purple welts, The kind made for beatings and leather belts. He watches you from across the room, The look in his eyes a presage of doom— His mouth moves on words you can’t hear,  But you don’t need sound to understand fear. 

He sits up high on a throne of bones, In a glass house with boxes of stones, There’s skin on the walls and blood on the floor, And a fetid stench of something you can’t ignore. He watches you shake and comes when you cry, Whispering promises to dig you up when you die— He says he’ll never let you leave, never let you go, When he pins you down and fucks into you slow. He takes your heart and steals your soul, Fashions you a lifeless doll with no control, He uses you up and tears you down, Crushes your dreams and wears your crown. He keeps you beneath the floors of his house, Takes you by the hand and names you his spouse— His fingers go six inches deep where the honey sticks, A real live wire that winds you up to see what clicks. He keeps you twisted in the arms of his entropy, The drugs he feeds you like overwhelming ecstasy, His name is all across your skin like an age-old tattoo, You only wish you’d listened to what they said was true. ☾ Halloween Song: “Burn” by Nine Inch Nails