#happy aokaga month!!!

[sleepingghostt]

[mochiko7]

AOKAGA MONTH 2023

BINGO DAY 2 - BIRTHDAY (KAGAMI DAY!)

This is simp behavior, Aomine. Another Jordans? Really?

[anjizu]

AoKaga Month 2024 | August 2nd | Kagami Taiga

Happy Birthday!

[anjistuff]

Happy aokaga month! 💙❤️

My aoka nendo dolls looking good in their new outfits!

[fyaokaga]

💙 ❤️🏀 Happy AoKaga month 2024! 🏀💙 ❤️

[knbposting]

happy aokaga day!!!

today, on this most momentous of days, i reached 100k words on my aokaga idiots to lovers series on ao3!!!! it would mean a lot to me if you took a look through my fics 🥺

they're all pretty much sfw, and follow them falling in love over a period of a few months. they argue in every single fic, they call each other idiot, they scream internally, they kiss and make up. they share clothes, usually non-consensually, and look after each other with a tenderness neither expected. they are my EVERYTHINGGGGG i love them so much :')

[eisa-corner]

Tanjoubi Omedetou !

[korok-no-ballsket]

GUYS I DREW SOMETHING

[ahobaka-trash]

The first thought that hit me when I saw the new official arts was thisssss!!!! Aomine and Kagami have done enough of wearing each other's clothes/colors so I WAS SCREAMING when I noticed that they are taking it a step forward and wearing headphones of each other's colors lmaooo LOVE IT ❤️💙 These gay babies will be the death of me 🥺

[szivtalan]

Haha Vee, Don't hate me.... 64 Aokaga

Aomine Daiki/Kagami Taiga + 64) “Yell, scream, cry, please, just say something, anything.” 

Kagami was making dinner as Kagami always used to be making dinner, with his expression focused, a small frown forming on his boyish face in concentration. Aomine thought it was cute, but they’d been fighting, and he couldn’t just go up to him and tell him that. Instead, he groaned, grumpy that he’d been woken up by the noises.

‘Shut the fuck up already,’ Aomine told him and shuffled where he laid on the couch, facing the back so he wouldn’t be reminded that he was over at his place, again. There was something about staying at Kagami’s flat that made him feel concerningly, uncomfortably vulnerable, even after almost a year of dating, and three weeks of almost-living here.

But Kagami wasn’t speaking. In fact, he didn’t seem to bother with Aomine at all, moving around and seemingly only knocking pots and pans together with no actual work being done, resulting in the annoying noise that woke Aomine up in the first place. Didn’t he know he needed his afternoon nap?

‘What’s cooking anyway?’ he yawned, rolling onto his back and scratching at his exposed belly, eyes still closed, listening to the harsh melody of the sounds. Kagami gave no answer to that either - silent treatment, got it. ‘I’m not eating it if it’s not teriyaki.’

You’ll eat whatever I cook anyway, Aomine almost heard the response of the Kagami in his head, complete with the visual of him rolling his eyes and shrugging his shoulder, a sign that he was irritated but not truly angry with him. But the Kagami in reality gave him only his silence, and for that, an uncomfortable feeling started to set in the pit of Aomine’s stomach. He opened his eyes, glaring at the ceiling in frustration, before he’d roll off the couch and land on his feet, swift and silent like a cat.

‘Cut it out, BaKagami.’ Aomine hissed, marching up to him. Kagami’s face was unmoving, the same tight mask of concentration draped over it, and Aomine’d never meant the insult seamed into his name before as much as he did now. ‘Are you deaf or something?’

Kagami turned away to do something with the frying pan he was waving around, and Aomine felt like someone poured a bucket of ice water down his back. He jerked, growing physically sick by the minute from the outright rejection. He wanted to reach out, wanted to shake Kagami by his shoulders and scream into his face, punch him and leave him to think about what he’d done, but mostly, he just wanted to touch him. He would be content with just pressing up against him and biting his earlobe - that would certainly get his attention -, but he didn’t seem to be able to move.

It was like there was an invisible wall between them, built by the tireless efforts of Kagami’s deafening silence. Aomine shuddered, his stomach threatening to empty itself with a low grow, the obvious stress reaction starting to set in.

‘Yell, scream, cry, please, just say something, anything,’ he muttered, his lips quivering, trembling even as he bit into them, hard - the taste of the metallic blood the first truly real thing about the situation. ‘Kagami, please, just tell me to fuck off, say I’m an asshole, Kagami, Kagami-’

‘Aomine, wake up!’ Kagami called out to him, finally, finally, his grip so solid and so tight on his arms, shaking him like Aomine’d wanted to shake him just mere seconds ago. The first gasping breath he took made him think that he hadn’t even been breathing this hole time, even as his lung burned with being overworked.

It took some time for reality to set in, and most of it was thanks to Kagami’s relentless efforts at comforting him. ‘You were having a bad dream,’ So it was just a dream. ‘and I’m sorry I wasn’t here, I should’ve, shit-,’ He was just dreaming. ‘I’m sorry we fought,’ Aomine was in Kagami’s bed, and Kagami took the couch. That self-sacrificing fucker, even though Aomine was pretty sure it was him at fault. ‘but I’m here now, I’m here, and I’m not going to let things get out of hands, so just... calm down, okay? I’m here, it’s going to be okay.’ he’d sputtered, too fast and clumsy to do anything to Aomine’s anxiety, but it wasn’t what he was saying that really did it to him.

It was the way he was there for him, jumping up at the first sign of trouble - apparently, it was Aomine screaming for him -, his hands tight and grounding around his shoulders; it was how he’d pulled him against his chest and kissed his sweat-soaked hair, trying to stop the unstoppable trembling of Aomine’s body with wrapping his arms around him, pressing against him, holding him like he had no intention of ever letting go.

Aomine sobbed, the ugly, hiccuping sounds distant to his own ears as he let Kagami breathe life into his broken soul once again.

[sleepingghostt]

𝐅𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐡 𝐭𝐨𝐚𝐬𝐭

(❤️❤️𝐇𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐲 𝐛𝐢𝐫𝐭𝐡𝐝𝐚𝐲 𝐊𝐚𝐠𝐚𝐦𝐢!!!!❤️❤️)

He wakes up on cold sheets, a sliver of sun peeking through a break in the blackout curtains that Daiki put up when he first moved in. Instinctively, Taiga rolls over and makes a grab for the spot next to him, grunting when he finds it empty. Weird. He’s always the first one up in the morning.

A clatter from the kitchen sounds then, breaking the peaceful quiet, accompanied by the smell of something sweet. Like butter…pure sugar. Taiga frowns and runs a hand through his bed hair before stumbling to his feet, his stomach growling at the promise of food. Alex probably dropped by. Though, he had no idea she was back in Japan.

And she wasn’t.

Daiki stands at the stove, dressed in nothing but a pair of Taiga’s sweatpants and one of the redhead’s kiss the cook aprons draping his front. His back is to him, sculpted muscles shifting under dark skin, golden and rich against a ray of sunlight peeking through their balcony doors and Taiga is in love again.

You… just make me so…

“Hey,” caution averted, he makes his way over and presses close to him, arms finding home around his waist, lips meeting the warm skin of his neck. Daiki jumps before relaxing in his hold, shifting his head so Taiga has better access. He’s stirring a batter mixture in one of their family sized bowls, the batter pale yellow, sprinkled with flecks of cinnamon, a hearty stack of brioche bread resting on the counter beside it, a tray with a glass of orange juice and a bowl of poorly cut fruit waiting on their small island.

Taiga grins as Daiki stops stirring, closing his eyes at the gentle feel of supple kisses down the side of his neck. “I don’t remember asking for maid service.”

“It’s not maid service idiot,” Daiki throws him an over the shoulder glare and continues stirring albeit distractedly. “Like I would do that for your ungrateful ass after the shit you pulled last night.”

“Cut me some slack,” Taiga murmurs and nuzzles his nape, leaving another kiss before moving to his bare shoulder, the skin under his lips smooth and warm. “Coach trained us too hard yesterday and we didn’t get lunch. What did you expect me to do after eating all that food?”

“I expected you to give me some goddamn gratification instead of blue balls. Seriously, that shit hurt.”

“I was tired.”

“I don’t care.”

Taiga hums and watches Daiki lower a slice of the thick bread into the bowl, completely soaking it with batter before turning it over with a fork. “‘M sorry.” zeroing back on his neck, he makes soft sucks, not enough for a hickey, just enough to make Daiki sigh softly under his breath. “I’ll make it up to you later. But now you have to tell me what you’re doing up so early.” Taiga still couldn’t wrap his head around it. “You hate cooking…and not being able to sleep till twelve. Fuck, you can’t even cook in general.”

Daiki lets out a low chuckle and takes the sopping bread from the bowl, plopping it down with slow precision into the hot pan on the stove, Taiga muttering an instinctive, “careful, don’t burn yourself,” into his shoulder as the kitchen wafts with sizzling butter and spicy cinnamon.

“Fuck off.. Satsuki’s the one who can’t cook, so saying that is basically roping me into the same boat as her….and it looks like someone forgot their birthday.” Amusement drips from his tongue with the last part and Taiga blinks before whipping out his phone to look at the date. Low and behold: August 2.

“Leave me alone and get your ass back in bed.” Daiki grumbles, flipping the bread with a sloppy flick of the wrist. “This was supposed to be a surprise and you ruined it. So I guess, sit back and let your maid do the work.” He finishes with a wink in his direction, a smear of batter on his cheek and Taiga all but loses it.

Shirtless, the apron, the goddamn sweatpants. The fact that he’s doing all this just because it’s Taiga’s birthday…Jesus. Fuck.

He’s mindful enough to quickly switch off the stove before he turns Daiki around and slams him up against the fridge, one hand sliding underneath the apron to pinch a nipple, the other shoved down his sweatpants to fist his growing erection.

“Shit! Ah- Taiga, wait,” Daiki arches into his touch and tries to push him away feebly at the same time.

“Breakfast-”

“Can wait.” Smirking, Taiga licks the batter off his cheek and nibbles his skin, enticing a shiver from the bluenette.

“I’m starting off with something a little more delicious.”

“Y-you fucker.” Daiki moans and rests his head against the fridge, cheeks flushing as Taiga bites his ear, taking the lobe into his mouth in a hot suck. “Hope you’re not insulting my cooking, again. Not before you fucking tasted it.”

“Shut up. Don’t act like an overworked housewife.” Before Daiki can retort, the redhead grabs the back of his thighs and sucks the side of his neck. “Jump.”

Daiki does so, wrapping his arms around Taiga’s neck and moaning as the redhead takes his weight and holds him like it’s nothing. Those stupid trainings really paid the fuck off.

They kiss feverishly as Taiga maneuvers them over to the living room, making sure to press Daiki against the counter and the wall on their way. The bluenette is vocal to his roughness, gasping and moaning into his mouth as he digs his fingernails into his nape, scratching his scalp as he pulls on his hair. However when Taiga proceeds to lower him down onto their coffee table, he tightens his grip and bites hard into the older’s bottom lip.

“Ow!”

“Dumbass, what the fuck are you doing? Go to the bedroom.”

“No, you’re…” Taiga straightens and shifts Daiki in his arms, his muscles straining at the effort. “You’re breakfast. You know? Breakfast on the table thing.”

“I’m gonna break the fucking table idiot! Take me to the bedroom. Breakfast in bed.”

“Oh.”

“Honest to god Taiga. I swear your brain’s literally a piece of shit sometimes.” He’s pouting, clearly feeling the flagging of their erections and the ruin of a perfectly hot atmosphere. Taiga can feel it too so he hikes Daiki higher up on his hips and gives him a deep heated kiss, making sure to add tongue and a roll of his hips.

“Be nice to me, baby,” he murmurs into the kiss and makes his way to the bedroom, smirking as Daiki whimpers at his tone. “It’s my birthday.”

[mochiko7]

AOKAGA MONTH 2023

BINGO DAY 3 - TACKLE HUGS

He's been extra happy to see him. He's finding a reason to cover up for his blush.

[anjizu]

AoKaga Month 2024 | August 31st | Aomine Daiki

Happy Birthday!

[anjistuff]

Happy AoKaga Month 2024!

My current aokaga acrylic stand collection~ with new 4 step acrylic risers!

(I'm going to be changing this collection very soon. I plan on only displaying my fave stands)

[fyaokaga]

💙 ❤️🏀Happy AoKaga month 2023!🏀💙 ❤️

[dashi-510]

Happy Birthday my precious miracle!! ♥♥♥ Feliz cumple a mi negro hermoso, al cual amo con todo el corazón ♥

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