fellas i heard the kuroko fandom’s dead, is that true? In any case here’s my boy
2020.11.11 - Happy Pocky day!
kagami: oi aho, how long is Murasakibara’s-
aomine: what -
kagami: - bed?
aomine: - the fuck?
¡¡¡¡AH!!!! Los baby Kiseki no Sedai eran a-do-ra-bles. Lástima que nunca tuvieron rivales dignos que les hicieran ver que no eran monstruos, sino jugadores talentosos. Y lástima también los adultos manipuladores que no cuidaron de ellos como debían. Necesito más capítulos de su época en Teiko.
Baby Aomine me hace querer llorar por él y abrazarlo sin soltarlo nunca. Y cargarme a todos los adultos que tiraron a un lado sus sentimientos mientras pudiera ser una máquina de ganar.
Rompieron terriblemente a Akashi. Lo rompieron tanto que se quedó en la oscuridad durante años mientras un extraño se apoderaba de su cuerpo y hacía daño a sus seres queridos.
Y el Akashi roto rompió a Kuroko. Y el pobre cargó durante todo un año con la culpa de haber dejado de lado a sus amigos y haber huido de la situación.
El pobre Kise vio cómo sus amigos se alejaban cada vez más sin poder hacer nada. Vio caer a Aomine, a quien admiraba, en espiral y por mucho que se esforzó no pudo sacarlo de nuevo a la superficie. Pero todavía lo intentó, y hacerlo rompió algo en él.
Midorima lleva demasiada culpabilidad encima por saber lo de Akashi y no ayudarlo. El pobre perdió al único que podía considerar su amigo dentro de su grupo y se encerró en sí mismo para poder seguir adelante.
Y Murasakibara… él sigue sin caerme bien. Pero en algún punto toda esa indiferencia por el baloncesto no es más que una fachada para protegerse del hecho de que nunca pudo jugar como quería: dándolo todo.
aomine: spell “me”
aomine: you forgot the “d”
kise: there is no “d” in “me”
aomine: not yet
I really want to make a Kuroko no Basket fanfic. Should I? It’d be Aomine and Tetsu of course. The one true ultimate ship.
hi! so someone already chose prompt #3, but since i’m nice i wrote it into the one-shot!
prompts: #3 & #18
aomine daiki x reader
warnings: soft angst
the rain was loud, hitting your window hard. your pencil tapping against your wooden desk, waiting impatiently for daiki to arrive at your place. you wanted to talk to him about something important.
he’s always slouching around and belittling you as if you’re not dating him. you were a bit worried he’d already gotten sick of you. you rest your head onto the palm of your hand, your facial expression resting into a frown.
“hey.” you glance up from your notebook to see the familiar tanned male standing in your bedroom doorway. hands shoved deep into his pockets. he got caught in the rain a bit so his clothes were wet. he walked towards your bed and flopped down onto it.
“your clothes are wet. need me to grab some spare clothes for you?” you asked. he laid back into your bed, resting his head onto his arm as he looked up at your ceiling. “no, its fine. what did you wanna talk about?” he questioned.
you gulp harshly, seems you began to become more nervous about calling him out. you stood up and sat beside him, playing with your fingers. “aomine.” he could hear the nervousness in your voice, but shook it off.
“if it’s important spit it out, y/n.” he scoffs, hitting a nerve in you. “daiki, are you thinking about breaking up with me?” he furrowed his eyebrows as he looked to you. you kept your eyes averted from his, looking down at your fidgeting fingers.
he tried retracing what had happened these past few days to make you think such thing. “are you an idiot?” he asked rubbing the back of his head confused. you suck your teeth and turn your body fully, so that you’re facing him.
“you don’t even act like we’re dating. it’s like i’m not even there. you belittle me so much to the point where i feel like i’m a nobody.” his eyes widened at your words, shock hitting him hard. he didn’t know you felt this way.
he looked down, feeling like an ass for treating you so badly. he sighed, “give me a hug, damnit.” he says as he pulls you into him. his arms wrapping around you. hiding your face into his chest, taking in his scent though it was mixed in with the smell of rain on his clothing.
“i don’t mean to make you feel like that.” he mumbles, holding your head close to him. he leans down and kisses your head softly. “you should’ve told me sooner.” he says pulling away but you wrap your arms tighter around him.
“y/n?” he says, questioning your action. “just one more.” he looks down at you, confused. “just one more minute.” he finally realizes what you mean and wraps his arms back around you. “fine.”
© all context belongs to urikodus 2020. do not copy or change
anyone knows which episode was this taken from?
hi! hope u like it. i gave different positions to each reader in the knb ones, you’ll notice.
ᴋᴜʀᴏᴏ, ᴀᴏᴍɪɴᴇ, ᴀɴᴅ ᴀᴋᴀsʜɪ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴀɴ ᴀᴛʜʟᴇᴛɪᴄ s/ᴏ.
𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭; -.
𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫'𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞; my bias showed with aomine im sowy hsjhs, also, i cut mukkun out bc this was so long.
Aomine appreciation post! 👏
if aomine or bakugou were to exist irl, would I still simp over them?
Sure! This kinda went on for longer than I expected but I hope you like this! xx
Scenario: riding Aomine (nsfw)
It was a Friday evening and you were sitting on the living room couch alone, watching a movie to unwind after a long and hectic week of work. A few minutes into the movie, you heard the front door unlock followed by some shuffling around before your tired-looking boyfriend dragged himself into the living room. “Hey Daiki, how was work?” you said, pausing the movie and turning your head to face him.
“Exhausting,” he groaned as he plopped down on the couch next to you and buried his head into your neck. “I missed you,” he mumbled as he began to leave small kisses on your neck, making you giggle at the slight tickle you felt.
“I missed you too,” you said as you pulled yourself away from him. “How about you go shower, and then we can watch this movie together?” you suggested, running your fingers through his hair, which relaxed him so much to the point where he felt like he could fall asleep right then and there.
It took some convincing, but Aomine eventually pulled himself away from the comfort of your touch and headed into the bathroom to shower. After a few minutes of you fiddling around with your phone, Aomine finally emerged from the bathroom, wearing nothing but a white towel wrapped around his waist. You weren’t sure whether it was him or the fact that you hadn’t been able to spend time alone together in a while, but upon seeing his glistening abs and well-built upper body, all you wanted was to get your hands on him.
“Why are you staring at me like that?” Aomine questioned, running his fingers through his wet hair to get it out of his eyes.
You immediately averted your gaze and shook your head to snap yourself out of it. “Like what?” you replied as if you hadn’t just been gawking at his body.
“You literally had a stupid grin spread across your face, Y/N,” he chuckled, watching your cheeks fill with colour as he approached the couch and sat down once again.
“Shut up, I didn’t,” you said defensively as you turned your head away from him, though you knew that he was probably right.
“So you didn’t like what you saw?” he said, in a soft, low voice as he leaned in closer.
“Y-Yes— no, shut up,” you stuttered, unable to think straight when he was so close to your face.
Next thing you knew, his lips were pressed against yours, bringing you a sense of relief as you didn’t want to explain yourself any further. Moreover, you were glad that you were finally able to feel his body pressed against yours when he pulled you in by your waist to close the gap between you two even further. Your arms wrapped around his neck and you knew Aomine could sense your desperation for him as you felt his smile against your lips.
The navy-haired boy didn’t hesitate to give you what you were looking for as he pulled you onto his lap so your legs were straddling his hips. This allowed the kiss to deepen even further as his tongue slipped into your mouth. Aomine’s hands found themselves gripping your ass, guiding you to grind against his towel-covered hips. The friction caused him to hum against your lips, encouraging you to continue as you felt him get harder underneath you.
You felt Aomine tug at the hem of your sweater, causing you to pull away from his lips so that he could take it off. For some reason, he was surprised to find that you weren’t wearing a bra underneath, even though he knew that you preferred not to while you were at home. Naturally, he directed his attention to your boobs with a huge grin on his face, leaving hickeys before eventually going on to suck your nipples as you continued to breathe heavily, soft moans escaping your lips every now and then as your hips remained grinding against him.
Aomine held your hips to get you to stop moving for a moment as he eyed your shorts. “Mind if I take those off?” he said, voice deep and husky as he looked into your eyes.
With a slight nod, you stood up so that he could pull your shorts off, leaving you in your underwear, but he didn’t take those off. You were about to pull them off yourself, but Aomine stopped you.
“No, those look pretty on you, keep them on,” he grinned, taking off the towel he wore and tossing it to the side before pulling you back onto his lap.
Aomine then went on to leave hickeys on your neck as you went back to grinding, your ache for having more of him growing every second. He was very much aware of your state, as he could pretty much feel how wet you were through your underwear, but he continued to work on your neck for a little longer as he loved to watch the desperation grow in your eyes and movements.
He finally stopped and looked up at you with a smirk. “Do you want to continue?” he asked as his hands roamed around your torso, feeling the curves of your waist before finally gripping onto your hips upon seeing your excited nod.
Pulling your underwear to the side, he used his other hand to guide your hips onto his hard dick. “Oh shit,” he couldn’t help but let out a deep groan at the way your tight hole wrapped around him, and the sound of your gasp as you eased yourself onto him only brought him more pleasure. Once you had taken in his full length, you needed to move. So you slowly began to move up and down, letting out moans of satisfaction now that you had gotten what you wanted.
You reconnected your lips with Aomine’s as you gradually began to pick up the pace. The way he’d tightly grip onto your ass as you moved it up and down only turned you on more, making you want to go faster and faster. He would also smack it from time to time, earning small gasps from you as he smirked against your lips.
Aomine knew that you wanted to go faster, but he gripped your hips and slowed you down to tease you, but also to make the fun last longer. “What?” he questioned teasingly upon hearing you whine at the slower pace. “You want to go faster?”
You replied with a nod as your hips tried to fight his strong hold and speed things up, but to no avail.
Aomine leaned in close to your ear, “Then beg for it, princess,” he whispered, sending shivers down your spine.
“P-Please,” you gasped, aching to be pounded into relentlessly.
“Please go faster, D-Daiki,” you pleaded, putting a satisfied grin on Aomine’s face as he loosened his grip and let you go as fast as you wanted.
Aomine watched as you bounced up and down his dick, your loud moans accompanied by the sight of your moving breasts making him feel like he was inching closer and closer to his climax as he began to let out a few deep moans as well. So Aomine decided to take control.
His grip tightened once more, completely stopping your movements so that he could thrust in and out of you at his own speed- and he didn’t hesitate to be rough with you, because you’ve made it clear that you enjoy it when he does. Aomine moved in and out fast and hard, causing your fingers to tug onto his damp hair as your moans turned into screams of pleasure. Repeatedly thrusting hard, Aomine soon brought you to the edge, almost effortlessly. “D-Daiki, I’m gonna— cum,” you gasped, doing your best to contain yourself for just a little longer.
“Cum for me, princess,” he encouraged, his thrusts still as fast as ever. You let yourself loose with a loud moan the moment those words left his mouth.
Aomine continued his movements, helping you ride out your high while simultaneously trying to reach his own. With a long and loud groan, Aomine quickly pulled out and released the white liquid onto his stomach. Without even being asked, you began to lick it off his abs, bringing a grin onto Aomine’s flustered face.
“Fuck, that was amazing,” Aomine exhaled, beginning to caress your cheek as you looked up at him.
“It really was,” you hummed in agreement as you sat down on the couch next to him.
Aomine placed a kiss on the top of your head, filling you with butterflies. “Let’s clean up a bit and then we can get to that movie. Sound good?” he suggested.
“Sounds great,” you smiled.
Midorima: We are no longer 12, stop saying ‘butthurt’, nanodayo!!! D:<
Takao: -filming on his phone- What about bootybothered? x3
Kuroko: Midorima-kun is rumpruffled.
Aomine: Oi oi, somebody’s assagitated. xD
Kise: :3 More like fannyflummoxed.
Murasakibara: Coloncrushed, Kise-chin.
Akashi: I would argue that he is tushtumulted.
Kagami: …anusupset? o_O
Micarrot: …even you, Akashi?
They are living very well in their little apartment in my head.