hey yall im alive tho dont really write in this fandom anymore.
i just re-read all these prompts and hello. they are pretty good lmao
since tumblr is doing itās DUMB nsfw purge, if you want to follow me at archive of our own, please do! itās under austinattack and iāve got some of these there, and might eventually add all the short prompts up there, too, just so they donāt disappear.Ā
my regular blog here is also austinattack tho itās just one direction related stuff mostly.
āWhy are you going if youāve already seen them?ā
In my days of show-going, Iāve been lucky enough to see every single one of my favorite bands live.Ā Iāve seen Silverstein 11 times in total, and Iām completely honest when I say that they have never disappointed me in their performances.
First suggestion out the door! This is for surutoerikku who requested it I hope you enjoy! Iāll get to another one soon. I gave myself 2 hours for these doodlesā¦I canāt do a lot in 2 hours XD Ericās hand was the most difficult thing grumble grumble and Fujiās handsā¦.yeeaaah i ned to work on thoseā¦and side viewsā¦I might do this one again with more time cause it was lots of fun.
Internet screwed up on the reblog but 23 for fujieric
Sorry this took so long, ugh! I hope itās to your liking, homraclansmanĀ ! <3Ā
Kousuke canāt even remember how Eric had managed to get under the table without anyone noticing. Maybe it was after Tatara had caught them making out on top of itāscolding them about wrinkling the new pure white table cloth heās just purchased.Ā
"Itās fancy. We need a floor length cloth. And youāre ruining it!" the man had cried, yanking Kousuke back by his ear, pulling him off of Eric, the blonde boy glaring at him.Ā
But it really doesnāt matter. Because now, Eric is nosing against Kousukeās dick over his boxers, his flies to his jeans undone, while everyone else is sat around eating pizza and jabbering about tomorrowās mission. Everyone, being everyone minus Anna and Tatara. Kousuke thinks he heard someone mention them going shopping. Or something. Kousuke canāt remember. Kousuke isnāt really paying attention at all, his hands gripping the edge of the table roughly, fingers digging in to the clean white cloth.Ā
Mikoto keeps throwing glances at Kousuke, his face slightly concernedāhis eyebrows furrowed with a tiny frown on his mouth. When Eric finally pulls Kousukeās leaking prick out of his boxers, the boyās tongue instantly licking into his slit, he canāt help the tiny noise that sneaks passed his lips.And then Mikoto is smirking at him, in that knowing way the Mikoto always does when he knows something. And now, Mikoto definitely knows. And Mikoto knows Kousuke knows, because Mikoto fucking knows everything.Ā
But Mikoto doesnāt say a damn thing, as usual, just turns his head back so he can listen to Yata and Rikio argue.Ā
No one asks where Eric is, since they probably think heās out with Anna and Tatara. They donāt know heās under the fucking table, sucking down Kousukeās prick to the back of his throat, making the older man squirm, and twitch in his seat.
"Fujishima, you and Eric will go with Dewa tomorrow, since Chitose is ill," Izumo says, glancing at the red head, ignoring Chitoseās grumbling from beside him, the boy wrapped up in a quilt.Ā
"Y-yeah, o, okay," Kousuke breaths out, causing Izumo to raise his eyebrows, but he quickly moves on, and Kousuke drops his head back a little, biting his lip too hard.Ā
It barely takes another four minutes, Ericās mouth working hot and tight and wet all over Kousuke, and as he grips his balls gently and presses his other hand just above Kousukeās dick, pressing firmly, and the man comes, shooting down Ericās throat, and he gives a little yelp, loud enough to cause Ā each of the other clansmen to stare at him.Ā
Kousuke doesnāt think his face has ever been a brighter shade of red, his eyes wide with panic, and he swallows thickly, and Eric, fucking stupid, coy little Eric, gets up from under the table, glances around at the shocked faces, and shrugs, wiping his mouth with his sleeve before he sits down casually next to Kousuke.Ā
Itās completely silent, all eyes still on them, and Eric just smirks, looking like heās done nothing wrong.
"What the fuck!" Yata and Bandou almost yell at the same time just as Chitose bursts out laughing, which sends him into a coughing fit, and Mikoto even lets out a few chuckles, and Shouhei is giggling like a little child, his face almost as red as Kousukeās.Ā
"Well, at least we donāt have to fill Eric in," Izumo says calmly.
"You could say heās got aā¦heads up!" Chitose cackles, and Dewa smacks the back of his head, though a little smile breaks over his lips.Ā
Kousuke just groans, dropping his face onto the table, and heās inwardly cursing Tatara for buying the damned table cloth in the first place.Ā
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I hope Iām not gonna bother you making a fujieric request for my friend T^T Itās okay cause youāre probably busy and all since thanksgiving also Happy Thanksgiving!!! <3
It's not bother omg. What's your request? I will try my hardest to accommodate!Ā
Eeee! Thank you for sending! Here you go! Hope itās okay! I havenāt written in so long UGH.
19.Ā having a wet dream and calling the otherās name during it.
Send me more of these!!
Itās about three a.m. when Shouhei glances up at the clock on his phone. He groans, reaching a hand up to rub over his face and through his messed up hair. He had heard something, and thatās why heās awake of course, and he curses internally, angry that heās awake at three in the fucking morning. But he freezes when he hears it again, and turns his head in the direction of Bandouās bed, hearing the other man speaking? Or just, mumbling, maybe.Ā
Shouhei flicks his lamp on, yawning as he squints. āSan-Chan?ā he whispers, and when Bandou doesnāt respond, Shouhei frowns. But then he hears his name spill from Bandouās lips, and itās soft and gentle, and kind of beautiful. He looks a little harder, about to ask āwhat,ā when he freezes once again, his eyes falling to the tent made under Bandouās duvet.Ā
Shouheiās eyes widen, and he canāt take them away from the other man as he hears him moan his name again, shifting around in his bed. Shouhei just stares, his bottom lip pulled snugly between his teeth. There was no way. Absolutely no way Bandou was having a dirty dream about him. Right?
Bandou makes another noise, almost a whimper, and Shouhei canāt help the little noise that slips from his out mouth. He wouldnāt lie, Shouhei definitely had a major crush on Bandou, and sometimes, he thought it was returned, the times when Bandou was nice to Shouhei, like, really nice. Times when he would hold the door open for him, or bring him something from the store just because, or when he would let Shouhei rest his head in his lap. Just little things that made Shouheiās heart flutter.Ā
And now, Bandou is clearly hard in his sleep, and moaning Shouheiās name, and fuck, itās so hot and scary and exciting, and he canāt really help it when his hand slips over the front of his flannel pyjama bottoms, gripping himself through the thin material. He wonders if Bandou is going to come, if his dream is so good that itāll make him spill into his own sweat pants. Shouhei hopes that Dream Him is making Bandou feel really good, hopes that Dream Him is good in bed and doing all the right things, like he knows Real Him could do.Ā
Shouhei doesnāt move his hand anymore, just watches Bandou, watching how his hips are rising and falling, rutting against his duvet. He wonders what the dream is about. Is Bandou fucking Dream Him? Or just like, getting a blowjob or something? God, Shouhei wants to know. Heās hard himself, now, but he doesnāt do anything, still. Just wanting to watch.Ā
Bandou moans a little louder, and Shouhei whines softly, biting too hard on his bottom lip, his eyes wide. Itās over in another few moments, though, Bandou just kind of stopping, rolling onto his side, and Shouhei pouts, taking his hand away from himself.Ā
The next thing he realizes is that heās waking up again, his eyes fluttering. He sees Bandou first thing, the man slipping into a pair of jeans, and they make eye contact. Shouheiās cheeks are reddening instantly, even further when Bandou just smirks, whispers a āgood morning,ā and fuckingĀ sauntersĀ out of the room.Ā
Shouhei realizes he never turned the light back off.Ā
