CALL ME OUT

[viveroonies]

I don't even know how these posts actually work but sure whatever HERE WE ARE.
You can pick one of these delightful assholes to bother, or check my full muselist for others I might be willing to dust off if you ask me nice enough.



Stuck on what you want to do? Go hit up bakerstreet, pick a meme, and come back. Some of my personal favorites include:
Texting Memes, Picture Prompts, Smutty Scenarios, A/B/O (minus pregnancy ty), Random Scenarios, Mid-Fuck

But also literally any trashy AU you can think of. Or game AUs. Or whatever.

Except coffee house. Don't you dare bring my real life into this nonsense.

ps if you do a picture prompt please link to the image just in case

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[phantom6th]

Yes, please.

(Kuroko is still dressed in his school uniform, proving he'd come over without going home first. His school bag hangs at his side, the basketball hidden inside.)

There are things I believe we should talk about.

(They can hardly pretend they didn't have sex on a station designed for pleasure. They can't ignore the truth that came out and the promises they'd made.)

[bluesummit]

Ah. Yeah. We do.

[ Aomine steps back as he lets Tetsu in, closing the door behind them as he steps back into the house properly. He pauses at the foot of the stairs, glancing toward the living room for a moment before looking up the stairs. Eventually he glances back over his shoulder, once he's sure he has the uncertainty on his face under control. ]

You wanna head up to my room or just catch the couch?

[phantom6th]

(As always, Kuroko's face is unreadable. Any turmoil he feels at the situation is carefully hidden behind a blank facade as he waits for Aomine to settle his thoughts enough to speak.

He's patient.)

Our discussion will involve what's happened. It'd feel uncomfortable talking about it on your couch. I'd prefer to go to your room.

[bluesummit]

Right.

[ Sure. They can talk about kinky sex space in the privacy his bedroom. That's fine.

Aomine heads up the stairs to his room. It's... been a while since Tetsu's been in it, he thinks. Middle school. Definitely a while. It hasn't changed since then, not really. The faces in the posters on his walls have as his tastes in models have changed, the amount of weight on the few dumbbells he has in a corner has gone but, but all in all...

That's about it.

He glances around the room and finally drops down onto the edge of his bed, waiting for Tetsu to close the door behind him. ]

So.

[ So. ]