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[amemiru]

tobio mends gravely wounded vampire oikawa-san

[psychologicalwarclaire]

I finished season 9

APPROPRIATE REACTION

[poe-of-the-odd]

The worms ate my brain! Unfortunately, I decided to write! Please ignore how it was written and maybe enjoy what was written :)

Small Landseil .. Thing ?

Ned Land shifts his weight uncomfortably from one foot to the other, questions weighing heavy on his tongue. He half-consciously stares holes into Conseils back; his eyes follow the movement of the man's shoulder as he diligently writes his daily journal.

Suddenly, the movements halt and Conseil sits up pin straight.

"Yes, Ned?"

The Canadian snapped out of his semi dissociated state in an instant.

"Ah! I'm very sorry. Can I ask you a question?"

"Ask away."

He puts down his pen but doesnt turn around.

"The Professor, ... Do you love him?"

Conseil sits back in his chair.

"Of course", he says, without a moment of hesitation.

Ned laughs awkwardly.

"You say that so easily! No shame at all..."

At this, the younger man finally turns around. He looks at his friend for a while, trying to assess the intention behind his statement.

"Shame. For what exactly? For love? I think thats awfully narrow minded."

"Oh! No! Not at all, thats not-" Ned scrambles for the right words.

"I just meant...it's...good? I mean most people would probably be ashamed to admit it so outright. What, with how it's looked upon and all..."

Conseil crosses his arms in front of his chest and takes a moment to think.

"I don't particularly care for how things are 'looked upon'. I consider it a valuable trait, my love for Master. It makes my work enjoyable and my studies easy to follow. Above all, it makes me an ideal employee."

Ned considers the explanation for a few seconds, nods, opens his mouth to ask another question and closes it again without having done so. In truth - and being so honest with himself is truly upsetting - he wanted the answer to be anything but "Yes". What to do with this realisation, he has yet to decide.

"Does he love you as well?", he finally asks.

"He loves me well enough and cares for me deeply. He certainly has a way of showing it." At the last part, Conseil shakes his head a little.

"Do people ever...do people know you're..together?"

This is where Conseil's eyebrows wander so far up his forehead, Ned would not be shocked if they disappeared into his hairline.

"I think, dear Ned, you have misunderstood me. I am not in love with Master. I love him, very dearly! Ah, but I see how you came to that conclusion. No, I am not in love with him." He laughs. "No, just imagine how taxing that would be... Besides, currently both our hearts are quite take by someone else. However fortune or un-fortunate of a choice that is on his part..."

The Canadian nods again, unsure how to proceed; or how to process the pounding in his chest, which had rudely presented itself the second the other man alluded to being in love with someone, after all.

He is pulled out of his own thoughts by Conseil speaking once more. So occupied was he by them that he did not notice him crossing the room to stand right in front of him now.

"However fortune or un-fortunate Master may be in his affections, I trust that my heart is in better, kinder hands."

His long fingers cradle around Ned's large, warm hand and give it a tight squeeze.

"I hope my trust is not misplaced, Master Land."

Then, the man turns and with an explanation of "Master has not come to see us at all this evening. I shall pay a visit." he exits the shared room; leaving Ned Land flustered, his heart beat loud and heavy in his ears. He believes the last time he felt like this, he must have still been in school.

[bakugohoex]

EVEN BIGGER DICK IS BACK IN TOWN BABY-game anon

[aajjks]

(I'm thinking either Jaebeom is Alina's ex and they broke up cuz he was always talking about Y/n or Alina had a crush on him and he didn't reciprocate cuz he liked Y/n? Maybe even Jaebeom is yandere for Alina??? ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ Idk though, you're the queen of plot twists so we'll see what ends up happening :D )

For the fanclub (y/n's crush on Alina cont'd again): Aww you used to talk about me to your friends?! How cute, Beomie~ All good things, I hope?

History? ...like what kind of history? kinda sounds a bit ominous haha... Alina? Oh... Umm, you know, if you'd rather not talk about it, that's fine too.

And don't be rude, Joonie. This place is just as much his home as it's mine, he can come whenever he wants.

So Jae, how's school been? He actually just transferred to this school for the country's smartest people in the country. Oh, don't get shy, Jae! You deserve to brag about it! And if you're not going to, then I gladly will, I am super proud of you after all. I swear by this point I'm more proud of you than even our moms are haha.

Btw, Jae, are you staying next door or are you staying here with us? It may get lonely alone there. We actually happen to have a spare room if you'd like to stay with us. Actually, maybe Jimin and Kook can move to the spare and you could stay with me? You know, like old times—If they don't mind, of course.

"haha Y/N... Yes alina and I kinda dated for a while... Yeah I used to tell her about our childhood together... It's been a while.." jaeboem chuckled, his posture was tense, alina didn't bother to respond. The men in the room watched cautiously while Eunwoo was visibly stunned. "Of course good things... Well mostly haha... You used to be so naughty." Jaeboem teased you while he glanced at alina.

Who seemed tense. "Forget about our history Y/N... It was only a fling, nothing serious, let's just drop it?" Alina tried her best to not sound uncomfortable.

Namjoon clicked his tongue as JB sat down on the couch beside you. Jungkook glared at him with jealousy. "So jaebeom... You're gonna be staying here? Why? Don't you have your own home?" He resisted rolling his eyes.

Hoseok laughed awkwardly to ease the tension when you called namjoon out, "blah blah blah I can't hear you" jimin interrupted you.

"School has been pretty boring but I'm vibing I guess... It's a pretty prestigious one so I'm carrying along..." He chose to ignore the men and replied to you. Turning his face away from alina to look at you.

Jungkook scoffed as you gushed about the guy. Taehyung wasn't even bothering to actually pay attention. "We don't care, so what, namjoon has an IQ of 148." Yoongi sighed.

Jungkook mocked you silently making weird facial expressions.

"oh stop it Y/N..." Jae chuckled. He raised his eyebrow at your proposal. "Hmm? I don't know Y/N- really? I mean I can stay with you... If that's not a problem with your friends and alina?"

"NO I REFUSE! ME TOO NO YOU ARE NOT GOING TO STAY WITH Y/N STAY WITH ALINA INSTEAD SINCE SHE'S YOUR EX GIRLFRIEND!"

[i-really-should-change-my-url]

three deeply rooted personal issues you say?

1. horniness

2. horniness

3. depression

I'd like to think that the fact that you put depression only once and at the bottom means I'm getting better at hiding it, but I don't think that's what you meant by it.

[neetclown]

DONT WORRY, IM NOT CANCELLING ANYTHING, I WILL STILL WORK ON MY AU AND STUFF)

My laptop refuses to cooperate so I haven't been able to draw anything decent in weeks. Im so sorry that I cant really provide art atm.

I only really have my phone and believe me, I tried drawing on it, looks terrible (im not that skilled lmao) so uhh yeah.

I was going to buy a computer (hopefully soon) anyway, so with that I can continue to produce art. So uhh yeah. Sorry for not really saying anything, but Ive been trying for weeks or even a month, to fix this to no avail. Maybe I can fix it someday or just buy an actual computer

Fear not, I could post doodles for a while if yall are ok with that.

[sunflowerkiwi]

Harder

a/n: explicit and heavy angst

“Hey.”

“Hey.”

“You busy?” She bit her lip, never knowing if he’d have the time for her or not.

“Just getting back with the shopping. Did you need something?” He sounded cheerful, happy.

“Wondered if I could stop by.” She exhaled.

“Course! Now or…”

“Now is good. I’ll be there in twenty.”

She hung up without another word. Roger was used to her calls by now. They barely saw each other save for these interactions. He’d wait for her call, always glad to hear her voice, and then wait for her arrival.

She smelled like nicotine and cotton candy. Her hair was falling out of the hair tie she used the night before when she was trying to wash her face before bed. Long messy sections of hair hanging around her face and down her neck. She never bothered to gussy up before meeting up with him. That was part of her charm.

It was always something spontaneous with her. She never liked to plan for much— never liked to be prepared for anything. Never liked to make people think she cared.

The cigarette she lit getting off the bus, was now close to the butt end, even Roger only lived a block from the bus stop. She put it out on the bottom step in front of his front door before climbing the three steps and knocking on the wood.

“It’s open!” She hears a muffled Roger on the other side. Probably in the kitchen picking through a bag of crisps.

She doesn’t waste a second toeing off her beat-up sneakers or shaking off the store mandated cardigan.

“Sara.” He says seconds before she crashes her face to his, their lips meeting in a frenzied rush. She holds him close to her. The kiss all teeth and all heat. Her fingertip tuck into the waistband of his jeans.

His hands are hard on her face, holding her still, peppering kisses where ever she’d allow. He shivered when he heard the zip of his pants.  She yanks them down his legs, along with his boxers. Right out of his grip. She goes on her knees, big blue orbs peering up at him— not quite making eye contact.

She licks her lips and takes him in her hand. Taking his cock and jerking him several times, getting him nice and hard before touching him with her mouth. Roger’s hands stay on her face, caressing her soft skin.

When his tip touches the back of her throat, he groans and his head falls back. She cups his balls, massaging them as she bobs her head. Cheeks hallowed, she works until she feels Roger twitch.

“Love, love… wait wait wait…” He says tapping her shoulder. “I’ll cum if you keep that up.” His hand goes to Sara’s chin, directing her attention up to him. “Can’t have that now, can we?”

She quirks eyebrow up, and she tilts her head to the side licking her lips again. Her hands rest her thighs as she sits on her feet on the floor. They float up to the hem of her tank top, slightly too small for her round body.

She pulls it off without hesitation.

Her hands are on the button of the shorts, as she stands, prepared to pull those off as well.

“I need you.” Her voice was light. Laced with an innocence only she could possess standing before him, completely naked.

Roger takes her hand, hanging limp at her side. Brings it up to his mouth to place a kiss.

“Anything for you.” He pulls his pants back up his legs, still open, loose at his hips so he can walk her, safely, back through his house, up to the steps to his bedroom. The kiss he presses onto her lips leaves her breathless. HIs hands ghosting over the rolls on her sides to her hip and then passed that to her ass. She moans into the kiss, rolling her hips into his bulge.

He lifts her leg, holds her knee at his hip while his other hand combs the hair out of her face. She’s pinned again his door, a jacket hanging there, digging into her back.

“Roger, please,” Sara whines when he slows his trail of kisses down her neck and over her chest. He stops his assault. Waiting to make eye contact with her. Both his hands falling to her ass, he takes a handful, groping her.

“Jump on the count of three.”

“You can’t carry me, let alone across the room.”

“Please?”

“No.”

She walks out his grip again, ducking under his arms. She jumps on his bed. Lays there, waiting, hands clasped above her head, let spread open.

He’s starstruck— always is. Can’t believe she’s there, waiting in front of him. No matter how many times they’ve done this. No matter how many times she calls in the afternoon, he can’t fathom why she keeps calling him.

“Roger…” The way his name sounds on her lips, the way she moans his name when he fucks into her. The way she sucks his cock.

He tosses his clothes aside, kneels between her open legs, fingers ghosting up her thighs.

“How do you want it.”

“Hard.” She seethes.

He knows she’ll leave if he doesn’t get on with it. Hands hold her waist, fingernails digging into her doughy flesh. Her legs lift and wrap around his hips, pulling him closer. Her chest heaves. She cries out, yells his name and moans out when he fucks into her at just the right angle. He’s relentless. Seeking to manipulate as much pleasure out of her body as he can manage. Take advantage of the situation, even if it’s only fleeting.

When he tries to hold her hands, she won’t let him. She takes his hands and places them on her breasts while her own resume their position above her head like they’re tied there.

“I’m close. Touch my clit- yeah?” Roger nods, snaking his hand down to her center, thumb gently circling her clit. She clenches around him, enchanting him closer to his own.

He hates to finish. Hates what comes next. Hates that she leaves.

He just barely noticed the tears leaking from the corners of her eyes. But she’s suddenly silent, cumming so quietly it's like she’s afraid someone will hear. Her face contorts, and her pussy clenches around him in an irregular pattern. Taking advantage of the situation to finally cum himself. He pulls out just in time, cum splattering over her stomach.

Roger leans over her body hoping to enjoy one last kiss before she inevitably leaves again.

“I need more. How soon will you be ready again?” Her throat hurts, its rough and raw. She doesn’t look at him, just turns away, curls her body over on the side of the bed.

He swallows hard.

“Let me just go grab a glass of water?”

“Just hurry.”

She rolls off the bed, faster than he can fathom what’s happening She goes to his bathroom, shutting the door behind her.

He doesn’t know what she does in the bathroom, she takes a minute though. He stays for a moment longer listening, hoping she’s not crying harder. Hoping the tears were just a result of the intense pleasure she had felt moments ago.

She is. Crying, bawling on the other side of the door. Embarrassment cover’s her body, hope swells in her heart that Roger didn’t catch the tears already falling as she came. She wipes Roger’s cum from her stomach and drinks from the tap. Inspects her hips and ass for handprints or bruises.

Roger’s back when she steps out eyes dry, and a dull smile hanging from her lips. He holds out a proper glass of water to her. She takes downing the entire thing.

“Ready?” She smirks at him, glancing down to check if he’s at all hard again. He is. “Can you go harder this time? I need to lose myself.” She’s quiet again. Almost whispering to him. Eyes big with a glint in them.

“Can I eat you out?” He asked. She’d never let him before. She nods. He grins. “Let me know if anything gets too much.” He’s earnest.

“Always.”

He takes his time kissing up her leg. Really let it all build up. She tastes sweet on his tongue, and salty, but good. Better than he had imagined. His tongue worked slowly against her sopping heat. He worked her clit as his fingers pumped into her, curled at just the right angle.

He brought her to two and then three orgasms, with his mouth. She was still begging him to keep going.

“Are you sure?” At this point she was completely fucked out, almost unable to open her eyes.

“Yes, please— just fuck me already!”

She rolled over and kneeled on all fours. He slid his cock between her dripping folds. When he pressed into her arms buckled, unable to hold herself up.

“Keep going.” She moaned pressing back toward him.

Cum dripped off her ass, legs still shacking when they were both finished. She didn’t even pause after the last orgasm to catch her breath. She was already trying to roll back out of bed.

“Stay— please.”

She wanted to ignore him. Wanted to leave him be. The concern in his voice replaced the lust. Truthfully, she did only stay because she didn’t trust being able to walk out of there.

After she agreed he quickly, well as quickly as he could, got up to get a washcloth to clean her up. She fell asleep shortly after.

Roger convinced himself it wasn’t a big deal that she rolled into his side, clutching the sheet under her chin, melting into his embrace.